Unrequited

Chapters

Chapter 1 - Late Night Ride
Chapter 2 - A Rigid Back And Ass That Claps
Chapter 3 - Lips That Ease
Chapter 4 - Young flesh And Liar’s Breast
Chapter 5 - Broken Verse
Chapter 6: Three Way Split
Ending One: Chorus (Bad)

Chapter 1 - Late Night Ride

Luna stood on her balcony, her delicate fingers pressing down into the cold stone balcony. Her cyan hues were locked onto the craterous pearl in the sky, the blanket of stars that surrounded it like small precious diamonds weaved into black silk. Her look was one of melancholy, her slight frown prompted by a longing, an unrequited affection from someone who did not even know they had her heart to begin with…

A brisk gust washed over her suddenly, the creeping chill of winter approaching. She should have worn something thicker to shield her from the chilly grasp of cold. It was almost the end of Autumn, winter was almost here but she still kept on her dress from early in the day. The dim blue gown she wore was a thin, silk ensemble, the flared skirt falling gracefully down her legs; skirting the floor. The dress was actually quite modest and humble as dresses went, the monarch unable to forego some image of chastity, even in the modern age. However. the reservedness of the garment was undone by how tight it clung to her attributes. Her large, voluptuous mammaries seemed to battle with the fabric, almost on the brink of breaking free of it. But her dress fought a two-front war with her breasts; her large, plump and squeezable ass on the other.

Forgetting the cold for a moment, her eyes fell from the sky and onto the cityscape below. Some homes still flickered with dim orange lights but otherwise, most of her subjects had been captured by sleep’s embrace. She would have joined them if not for a temptation which clung to her back. The realm of dreams and sleep was where she could get that which she truly desired. She welcomed her love to the castle with her sister, wearing the imitation of a cheery smile as she watched him walk arm in arm with his wife. They spend the better part of the day conversing, catching up on each other’s affairs and enjoying each other’s company. But Luna could not escape the weight of his presence on her heart, and she had to excuse herself partway into the afternoon. Now that night was here she was sure he was asleep, likely having forgotten the transgression. But… what else had he forgotten? That question became something she became obsessed with when he left her. Yet, at that moment, that question became secondary. If he was asleep, she knew that his bed wasn’t empty. He shared it, and she felt envy for the one who likely slept with her cheek pressed against his chest…

She pushed from the balcony, her expression pensive as she walked back into her chamber. Her wings twitched as she neared her bed, her jaw trembling as her hands fidgeted with her dress. Her horn glowed as she closed the balcony doors, moonlight fluttering in, illuminating her bed. Her hands shakily went up to the straps on her shoulders, pushing them down her arms and letting her dress fall from her body to a heap on the floor. Her naked seemed suited to soft white light, the mark on her rump now exposed. Her large breasts were heavy and capped with dark blue nipples, her natural gait emphasising her blossoming hips and fat ass as she trailed over to her bed; climbing onto it and laying down, her eyes centred on the ceiling. She gave a breath, her large bosom rising up with her chest and when the breath was emptied from her lungs she shut her eyes, falling immediately into slumber…

When she opened her eyes once more, she was no longer staring at her ceiling. She was standing, still naked, in a void. All around her she saw floating lights, like stars, dancing around her with tempting twinkles. She walked forwards, the ground rippling beneath her feet as she scanned the somnambulist realm. There was no sense of depth here, the realm unending in all directions. If another entered this place, they would be driven mad by the lights, the incomprehensible size. But to Luna, this was like a second home to her, even if it lacked any homely attributes. It was cold, yet embracing, distant yet ever present and welcoming. Luna continued to walk. She didn’t know how long she travelled for, but it mattered not. What could feel like hours in the realm was but mere minutes in the real world. Her ears pricked at the sounds of passing stars, occasionally hearing laughter, whimsy and the occasional moan. They were dreams. To enter one it would require but a touch of her finger but for the moment, she searched for only one sleeper…

She found it. A dull star, a dreamless sleep, but she felt tugged towards the lazy dancer. With a flap of her wings, she floated with ease towards it, gravity-defying and holding out her arm. Eventually, her fingers grazed the floating star, and she felt herself be drawn in. Again, when her eyes opened once again she found herself in a bedroom. Not hers this time, however. It was smaller, but the architecture was familiar. White marble walls and plush purple carpet. She realised she was sitting, and her eyes instinctively darted to the bed. Two mounds, two sleepers. She took a breath and stood. She felt the softness of the floor against her hooves, grinding them down against it, feeling the fibres tickle her frogs. It felt real to her, indistinguishable from reality. As the dreamer was not experiencing a dream, he slept simply with the last image he had in his head. The room he slept in. She traipsed over to the bed. It was a needless measure, a dreamless sleeper did not wake without her prompting but she couldn’t help herself - nervous. She shouldn’t be here but here she was.

She stopped at the side of the bed, and indeed, she was prophetic in picturing how they slept. His wife was sleeping with her cheek pressed against his pec, smiling contentedly. She was jealous of that smile. She looked to her beloved, his face static with relaxation. His stark white coat standing out in the dim moonlit room. His muscled arms were wrapped protectively around his wife, a lover’s embrace and his strong broad chest rose gently with his breaths. Shining Armour. Luna swallowed back a pit in her throat. She would kick herself if she backed out now. She reached out. Not for the stallion, but for his wife. As soon as her fingers made contact, Luna blinked, and once more she was moved. She could hear a relaxed heartbeat and felt two strong arms coiled around her body. She let out a quivering breath. Luna now considered herself at the brink of no return. If she said nothing, she could still stop herself and return to her room…

“Shining,” she said gently with a voice that wasn’t her own.

The unicorn, a light sleeper, instantly blinked awake. He looked around him, confused, before looking down at the mare he held; wearing a tired smile. “Yes, Cadance?” he said with a yawn.

He was lucid now. Not awake but fully in control of his actions. She brought him into the dream now. “I…” she started, looking up at him. She may have had Cadance’s voice but it was her own words she spoke. She just had to say it to him, even if he had no clue who was behind it. “I love you.”

Shining appeared surprised, his eyes widening a moment before releasing a slight chuckle. “You woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me that?”

Luna pursed her lips, giving a slight frown. “Sorry, I-”

“Hey,” he interrupted softly, unwrapping an arm to tenderly cup her face; his thumb brushing softly down the side of her cheek. “I love you too.”

Even though the words were directed towards the pink body she wore, the words nonetheless still prompted elation within her very core, her cheeks pulling back into a bright smile. “I’ve always wanted to hear you say that.”

He looked bemused. “I tell you almost every day,” he continued in a low tone, before leaning towards her, his lips pressing against hers.

Luna was frozen as she felt her lover’s lips against her own. They were deceptively soft and cast Luna into a state of doubt. Maybe it was she who was dreaming. Regardless, her eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed the sensation, feeling Shining pull her closer and in turn deeper into the kiss. His tongue began to probe against her lips, and on instinct, she parted them as well as her teeth, and soon after their tongues were interlocked, wrestling together as passion consumed them both. Luna didn’t want to leave this feeling. She savoured it, the swapping of spittle and his masculine moans sounding from his gullet. Just like she felt herself get pulled into Cadance or the dream, she felt herself get pulled into the kiss. Metaphorically of course but also somewhat literally, as the stallion pulled her closer until her perky pink mounds were pushing against his chest and her supple form was weighing down on top of him.

Luna parted her thighs, straddling the unicorn’s stomach; the warmth of her pussy was felt against the stallion’s abs. She already felt herself grow wet just from the kiss itself and she couldn’t stop her hands from reaching up to cup the stallion’s face as she made out with him.

Shining, however, broke the kiss, moving away from her lips as he chuckled. “Well, somebody’s eager,” he quipped, glancing downwards before looking into the eyes of his wife. “You’re already wet. Is that why you actually woke me up? Because you were horny?”

Luna blushed, wearing a faux smile of innocence. “Maybe.”

He chuckled, giving a small shrug. “I’ve certainly been woken up for worse reasons,” he replied humorously, his hands running down his wife’s cheeks, her sides - an exhilarating chill running down her when she felt his digits brush against her rips - and they finally stopped at her ass, his fingers sinking into his spouse’s derriere. “Should I lead or-”

“I will,” Luna interrupted promptly.

He smirked. “You’re certainly eager tonight.”

“Sorry. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

He arched his brows. “Did you forget what we did in the carriage when coming over here?”

Luna chuckled anxiously, trying not to picture any fornication between the unicorn as his wife. “S-sometimes one time isn’t enough.”

“One time?” he said suavely, his fingers kneading into Luna’s rump.

The disguised princess wore a pursed-lip smile, wondering who had the most stamina between the two. “Shall we try and go for three?”

“That hasn’t happened since our honeymoon,” Shining replied, taken aback but smiling. “But I’m not one to turn down a challenge.”

Luna smiled as she established a rapport, clamping her thighs to his sides and rising up, the cover falling down her back as her bare naked form was exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. Her nipples were erect, her breasts full and heavy. Not as big as her real body of course, but she still took a moment to knead and squeeze them, erotically groping her mammaries to stoke the stallion’s lust. She looked over her shoulder, chewing her lip as she looked upon Shining’s pride for the first time. The organ was mouth-watering as it poked out from its dark grey sheath, the organ twitching as the broad tip twitched out from its hiding place. It didn’t take long for the bestial member to poke against her rump, the cock reaching up to his belly button by her estimations and she felt her cunt ache to embrace the girthy rod with her velveteen walls; to fill her womb to the brim with spunk from his apple-sized nuts.

“Faust…” she uttered under her breath, in awe.

“What was that honey?” Shining inquired.

“Nothing! Nothing…”

Luna raised her hips, a string of her nectar connecting his stomach to her pussy. Her puffy mare flower was soaking with juice, the scent of her own arousal fluttered into his nose and she quivered as she aligned her eager cunt over Shining’s throbbing masculinity. The organ throbbed so strongly that it almost looked like it was trying to reach out for her pussy; the obscene blunt ram squeezing out a bead of pre over its owner’s stomach. Luna lowered her hips until her moist twat had sandwiched his impressive girth between her plump rouge pink lips. Her clit began to wink as she ground her wet flower up and down Shining’s tool, both groaning as Luna passed over every bump on Shining’s meat. She could trace every prominent vein with nought but her trench if she wanted to, every savoury inch becoming saturated with the princess’ love juices; Shining’s penile secretions lending a deep rich musk to the room that clouded the monarch’s head with lust. Her gips continued their gyrations against his dick, her quivering hole getting closer and closer to swallowing the unflared cap of Shining’s fuck meat.

Luna reached back, unable to wait any longer as she wrapped a soft grip around her lover’s jizz cannon, angling it towards her eager cunt and dropping her hips down upon it. Shining released a loud groan when the tip of his slick cock was pushed into his wife’s vice-like hole, the walls already squeezing down upon his virile organ with a needy massage. Both her cunt and his tool were so slick and wet that it barely required any effort from Luna to push all the way down on Shining’s fuck stick. Every luxurious inch spread apart her tight walls until the tip of his dick kissed the entrance to her womb. She almost tutted. In her own body, she would have been able to go balls deep, a couple of inches unfortunately spared from the snug embrace of her slit. But she didn’t care that much. She had her beloved inside of her, even if it was only with his wife’s shape.

Without speaking she raised her hips, putting all the weight on her knees as she allowed a few inches of the stallion’s cock to leave her sopping pink trench. Her marehood left none of his cock unsqueezed whilst it was within her, but when all that remained within her clam was the tip, she slammed her hips back down towards his pelvis; throwing her head back to release a euphoric groan as her body quivered around the twitchy fuckstick, her hands relying on the unicorn’s chest for balance. She could feel him throb inside of her, his face locked into an expression of bliss as she raised her hips again to let them fall. She coaxed a moan from him, and that was all the encouragement she needed to keep going.

Her hips rocked back and forth, rising and falling with a steady increase in pace up and down Shining’s veiny fuck pole. The rock hard appendage rammed against the cervix, the entryway to her womb unyielding as his wife rode him with an unseen fervour; the wet slick noise of meat against meat overshadowed their moaning, the plap plap plap of an energetic fuck was a fitting song for the dream. A high pace obscene beat that Luna enjoyed sounding in her ears, even if she had a distaste for so-called ‘modern’ music. Shining appeared to be in a state of euphoric contentment, lying still with his hands on her hips as she rode him, his only movements being that of his twitching cock, his chest and mouth - unable to hold back his pleasured moans. She could feel him thicken, harden as his orgasm was no doubt near. Hers was too, yet she felt like she wouldn’t reach her peak, not quite, not with the image of his wife. She didn’t want Cadance to bring him to climax. To her, there was only one mare fit to…

Suddenly, in a seamless transformation, Luna threw her head back as the few inches of unhugged Armour cock was fully embraced to the hilt by her quivering twat. Her pussy was like a virgin in tightness, clamping like a vice around the stallionhood, her soft silken walls milking every inch of meat. Her added size and plump ass added resounding wet slaps to the room, her plush butt rippling with every downward slam - her large breasts jiggling with every pleasure chasing gyration.

“L-Luna!?” Shining exclaimed, to enthralled in pleasure to make her stop.

Luna didn’t reply vocally, choosing instead to only look at him, her tongue lolling out as she wore her rapture plainly on her face. Shining was forced to watch as the mare he pleasured was someone other than his wife. He knew that he was dreaming. He could make his hands squeeze her plump bottom. He knew he was lucid, so why did he make Cadance become Luna? The question was a heavy one, yet not even the complex thought was enough to take him out of his pleasure. She felt so much better, tighter and wetter, and he was pretty sure that Cadance had never ridden him like this before. Luna’s cunt was like a form-fitting sock, never before had he been able to bury his shaft entirely within someone. It made sense to him now. This was a dream, a fantasy. It was too perfect to be real. But why was Luna perfection to him? Again, he did not have long to ponder. He remained frozen as Luna approached him at his zenith, her hips continuing their assault on his pelvis before finally her plump lips connected with his own and he was drawn into a tender kiss.

Shining grimaced in pleasure as he came, and the mare on top of him shook with utter rapture as she felt his cock flare within her, spurting rope after rope of semen into her awaiting womb. The size of his pendulous sack wasn’t for show either, the large grey orbs flexing as they emptied themselves into her majesty. By the end, Luna felt full by his sheer volume, his potent seed dripping from her tight cunt and to the pubic mound at the base of his still twitching dick.

Luna broke the kiss as she rode her afterglow, placing her head to his chest. His heart was racing. Wearing a tired but sultry smile, she looked up at the unicorn, his eyes full of confusion. “Want to go for two?” she offered seductively, kegeling her moist sticky hole around the shaft embedded within her, wiggling her hiney...

“Hah!” With a sudden gasp, Shining awoke, rising from the bed, panting and covered in sweat. He pivoted off the bed, standing and allowing the sheet to fall from his naked body. He looked down, eyes wide. His impressive girth jutted out from his pelvis, softening and dribbling semen. A wet dream? He cringed, looking over his shoulder. Cadance was still sleeping soundly, although his half of the bed was now covered in distinct wet streaks, huffing out his nostrils to avoid inhaling the potent smell of his essence. Sighing, slightly annoyed, he sat back down on the bed, cradling his head in his hands.

The mess was one thing, the other was the vividness of his dream which he remembered with stark clarity. It was rare he dreamed at all, nevermind remembering them. He looked over his shoulder again. Cadance. He reached out, placed a hand on her hip, smiling when she did in the midst of slumber. “Just a one-off,” he told himself quietly, standing up once again. “I’ll forget about it by tomorrow,” he resolved, thinking idly out loud.

Next, he stepped from the bed, turning to look at it, one hand on his chin...

How would he clean up the mess without Cadance finding out?

Chapter 2 - A Rigid Back And Ass That Claps

Four Days Later

Shining Armour looked ahead of him with a serious expression on his face. He stood with a straight, rigid posture, his arms plastered to the sides of his uniform, trying his best not to sweat despite it being summer. He was a fresh recruit, and he had to keep well behaved under the drill sergeant's strict gaze. The stocky pony paced back and forth between a line of new guards, and Shining tried his best not to move less he earned unwanted attention from the stocky stallion. He strode with his arms behind his back, his marched pacing hammering home the image of a soldier filled to the brim with compunction. He was dressed in form fitting combat fatigues, with maya blue shorts that skirted the knee and a tight buttoned shirt which shared the same colour. And finally, of course, a wide-brimmed campaign hat hanging precariously atop his head.

“What are we!?” the Drill Sergeant barked, the question so simple it answered itself.

“Guardponies, Drill Sergeant!” the line of fresh recruits barked back. Surprisingly, not even a full line of soldiers could match the volume of the seasoned soldier pacing before them.

“Who do we serve?!” he asked, and Shining could see him reach the end of the line, starting to walk behind them.

“Equestria!” they answered in unison. Shining felt his throat start to get sore.

“And?!”

“The princesses!” they added, just as loud as before.

“And I got one last question for ya’ll, and you answer or else your next meal in the cafeteria will be a hundred pushups with latrine duty for dessert. Do I make myself clear?!” he threatened, one Shining knew full well the Sergeant was capable of carrying out.

“Yes, Drill Sergeant!” the line replied, although Shining’s brows furrowed. It was quieter than before. His eyes opened wide. He felt a shadow over him, a presence behind him. He gulped.

“Who is the sexiest mare you have ever laid eyes on?” the question was delivered in a sensual whisper, directly into the unicorn’s unready ear.

He felt a chill up his spine, suddenly lucid. His eyes flicked to the left and to the right. All the recruits, vague memories, suddenly gone. He slowly started to turn, stopping when his eyes caught a distinct shade of blue under the shadow of the hat. “What the-”

Mid-sentence, he felt a feminine hand push him forcefully on the back. It caught him by surprise, prompting his disgraceful tumble to the ground. He almost got a mouthful of grass before his reflexes kicked in, his outstretched arms preventing his muzzle from getting acquainted with the dirt. He quickly turned onto his back. Just in time to get an alicorn’s hoof planted on his stomach, pinning him in place. “Did we say you could turn around, maggot!?” Luna chastised with a large plastered grin, one dainty hand on her cocked hip.

Shining couldn’t retort, not without taking in her appearance. Atop her head, tilted far back enough to allow her horn to jut out was the familiar campaign hat of the Sergeant but just about everything else was exacerbated to an obscene and seductive high. Her shirt was about two sizes too small, her large mammaries pushing the fabric out so far that the unicorn got an admittedly alluring view of underboob from where he was positioned. However, he was conflicted, for the buttons containing her chest were struggling so hard he was worried he’d lose an eye if he kept staring, the breasts pushing for freedom from the tight garment. But that wasn’t all. Downwards, his eyes taking in a delectable glance of her flat, toned stomach, was her shorts. On her, they appeared to be losing a battle, the battle being the containment of the monarch’s plump booty; her abundant hips creating visible tears in the shorts.

He shook his head, white cheeks tincturing with pink. He was married. “B-but you’re Luna, where’s the sergeant- Ow!” Shining yipped, the alicorn applied more pressure.

“Did I give you permission to speak!?” she barked down at him. It was Luna’s voice but her accent bore the cadence of the drill sergeant, accented and naturally loud - a far cry from the princess’ mild-mannered way of speaking. Shining did nothing but gawk at her vastly different appearance. She looked at him disapprovingly for that before leaning forwards; her giant breasts hanging down towards him - yet another gorgeous view for the conflicted stallion. “Do you want to be disciplined, recruit?” her voice lessened in volume somewhat, the look in her eyes seductive, awaiting the unicorn’s response.

“N-no?” he replied tentatively, shrugging under her hoof.

Immediately, her expression went from seductive to a scowl. It wasn’t prompted from his answer, no. It came from the fact that he spoke at all. “Are you deaf, recruit!? Did I say you could speak?!”

“W-what? B-but-”

In the midst of his blabbering, Luna raised her hoof and stepped over the stallion, planting her legs on either side of him, turning so that he was offered an unbarred view of her bountiful booty, her tail giving a gaze catching swish. “I am going to shut you up, recruit. And in the best way I know how...” she trailed off, chuckling, and Shining sensed ill intent.

The unicorn held his breath. He watched as the ‘drill sergeant’ sent her hands to the hem of her shorts. The fact they were too small on her meant that he already caught a glimpse of something private, yet when she began to peel them down her thick thighs, bending when she got to her knees, his fingers tightened around the blades of grass under his hands. Below her dock, somewhat wet with sweat, was the princess’ puffy round sphincter. The heat combined with the snugness of the bottoms no doubt sweated up a storm between her fat clappable cheeks. Shining didn’t know why his eyes were glued to it. Perhaps it was dream-Luna’s intention, to put before him a sight so diabolically eye-catching he would have no choice but to follow it with his eyes. She continued to pull down the shorts that were too small for her, raising a hoof to discard them away somewhere. Shining gasps when the princess suddenly dropped down on his chest, her large round ass pushed against his pecs. The size and softness of her haunches were nothing compared to the swollen dark blue ring between the cheeks. It was so close now his nose pricked at the musky scent, some sort of pheromone so taboo and potent he couldn’t help but go red in the face.

“W-wha-”

“Tuck in recruit,” Luna ordered with a strict tone, grinding her ass against the stallion in a goading fashion, pushing herself closer to his tight-lipped maw of the guard pony.

“N-no, that’s disgusting!” he protested, pulling away from Luna’s encroaching asshole.

“If it’s so gross recruit, why can’t you stop looking?”

“I… uh…” she got him there admittedly. Even after pointing it out Shining could not summon the will to look away. Closer, it held a strange sort of allure, one utterly shameful but nonetheless grabbing. It smelled of pure, undiluted Luna - not that he would know what his aunt-in-law smelt of - but the unicorn felt the muscles in his neck battling against his conscience.

“Truth is, you’re nothing but a filthy, ass-eating degenerate, ain’tcha recruit?” her voice tinged with the accent, swaying her plump butt from side to side. “Go on. Grab it, squeeze it, and then eat it - that’s an order!”

Shining exhaled. It was only a dream after all. “Yes, Drill Sergeant!” the unicorn barked back, his formerly stiff arms given fluidity once more as he reached up to grab each cheek of the princess’ perfect ass. He kneaded the soft, doughy derriere under his fingers, the large cheeks spilling erotically through his fingers. He spread them apart, giving him a view of her now moist twat, her love button already winking through the folds in anticipation, but that wasn’t what Shining was after. Inhaling deeply, taking in the dense scent of Luna’s essence, her juices and sweat combining into one intoxicating aroma, he lunged his lips forwards to carry out his order…

He felt her quiver as his tongue brushed vertically up her hole, his buds assaulted with the salty sweet taste of her essence, wasting no time on circling the sweaty ring with his tongue. Her anus was soft under the tip of his tongue, barely wrinkled and inviting, in its own indecent way. Whilst her licked at her tart hole, his fingers continued to dig in and massage her fat bottom, working the two large blue cheeks like dough. As he licked her, her tail flicked, and he could feel the small moist bud continue to wink against him. Evidently she was enjoying it to some degree. Next, he decided to do something a little daring. The tip of the tongue began to prod against her sphincter, the entrance tight and unyielding. He heard Luna let out an exhale, relaxing, and eventually, her hole gave way to a wiggling intruder.

Sighing sighed, half in contentment and half in relief. He could only attribute the sudden drop of metaphorical weight off his chest to the cleanliness of the monarch’s hole. He would not appreciate the discovery that he subconsciously liked, well... that. It need not saying. With the tip of his tongue entrenched within her ass, he decided to go all the way, pushing his neck forwards and in turn his tongue, embedding it all inside of her. Again, he felt her shiver, his tongue pushing against the insides of her cavity. She pushed against him as his moist flexible muscle explored her insides, the monarch-turned-Sergeant deriving some twisted form of ecstasy from the unicorn’s oral spelunking. Shining moaned, his eyes closing as he too found enjoyment in the act. It was a revere worthy ass, the moon princess’ full moon of an ass deserved such treatment. He would have dragged his tongue over every inch of her cheeks if his tongue didn’t fit so right in her delectable ass.

“Y-you are - umph - certainly enthused,” she remarked, sandwiching a pleasured hum between her words. Shining continued to swirl his tongue, but tensed up, feeling the monarch’s hand run down the side of his thigh. He was painfully erect, the inner seam of his uniform pants struggling to contain his rock hard stallionhood. Her fingers teased at the rigid cock through the cloth, brushing over the sensitive parts of his organ as she did so, chewing on her bottom lip. He then felt her digits reach for the clasp, undoing it deftly and snaking her hand into his pants. He throbbed against her touch, her fingers softly grasping the hard twitchy organ and pulling it out, freeing it from the tight cotton prison; allowing the warm air to glance off his dark grey dickmeat. With her soft grasp, she gave a few tender strokes, squeezing his cock around the medial ring; his thighs clenching as pleasure took a rollercoaster up his spine. “You’re this - ooh - hard from eating my ass? Pervert,” she derided with rather blatant hypocrisy, clenching her sphincter around his still wiggling tongue.

The princess raised her hips suddenly, Shining’s tongue slipping out of her wet asshole. When she dragged herself down his torso, Shining could see the dark patch of fem-nectar on his chest, her cunt having excreted so much honey that even his white coat through the fabric was matted down with her lustful secretions. He then turned his eyes from the wet patch to the mare herself; watching with bated breath as the princess squatted over the cock, his veiny mast angled towards her spit slickened backdoor. His cocked twitched with anticipation and in sync with his racing heartbeat. Luna lowered herself, and the moment seemed to take an eternity. He exhaled when the tip of his rod kissed her tight cute pucker, the princess taking a moment to breathe and brace herself for what came next.

“Oh, Faust!” Shining exclaimed, his hips involuntarily spasming as a tide of bliss washed over him.

“You don’t have to thank a deity for this bliss, recruit,” Luna quipped, just as the tip of his impressive member punctured its way into her ass; squeezing tightly around the unicorn’s leaking flare. “Because it’s all me.”

Shining couldn’t deny that. He was overcome by the sensation, the way it squeezed and seemed to pull him in as it also tried to push him out. Luna was looking over her shoulder, eyes on her ass, titillated by the sight. It was apparent to Shining that this dream manifestation of Luna quite liked having such a thick cock in her rectum. She cooed and moaned as she lowered her hips slowly, savouring every solid rock hard inch of masculinity that was pushed further into her bottom; her wings flared out in a display of ecstasy. Shining watched keenly as his cock was enveloped into her ass, the bubble butt swallowing his entire shaft down to the hilt, squeezing tightly around every inch that was pushed in. The ass was taut at the entrance but the deeper he went the more ‘open’ it felt for his cock, loose and soft. However, at the base of his meat, her tight, constricting ponut hugged snugly around his hilt. Her rectum twitched involuntarily around his meat, the one-way exit apprehensive about having a ‘guest’ enter. But experiencing it first hand, Shining was empty-headed, too lost in his own pleasure to care about that. Admittedly, he liked the sensation of an all-hugging pussy, but the sheer tightness of the hole was rapturous experience in its own right. A strange one, yet fantastic all the same.

The few seconds in which Luna was motionless dragged on for an age for the unicorn, however, when she started to rise, Shining had… mixed feelings, on how eager she answered his cock’s silent wail for pleasure.

Plap, plap, plap!

Her ass jiggled with every downward thrust. Shining’s head was thrown back, releasing a gratified howl of pure lust into the open air as Luna started to ride him like a bucking bronco. The princess, whilst she rode the ‘recruit’, bounced with such fervor that her breasts popped the buttons on her tight shirt, allowing the large pillows to break free and join their owner in similar, energetic bounces. Unlike the last dream the unicorn experienced with her, Luna was not supporting herself with the unicorn’s chest, her hands this time relying on his toned thighs for support. Chest or legs, it mattered not, the monarch displayed an impressive knack for riding well endowed stallionhoods, her hips gyrating with the rise and fall of her succulent asscheeks to ensure that his tip poked against her soft walls, ensuring a greater sensation of fullness for herself. Shining, meanwhile, could not really display any ‘technique’ from his current position. His body was almost completely paralyzed by the intensity of his bliss, the sensuous and hypnotic jiggle of her rump as it continuously regurgitated and ate his cock was captivating as well as amazing. He could not pinpoint it precisely, but it was almost as if it was… intentional, that his concocted version of princess Luna would do all the work. But of course, that line of thought was interrupted by another one of Luna’s downward slams into his pelvis, washed away in another moan from his gullet.

The ferocious riding session seemed to go on forever, much to Shining’s joy - even if his hip would have a few choice complains about the roughness of Luna’s riding. Her tight ring would slam down with great force at the halfway point of his cock, producing meaty slap that preceded the two ponies pleasured moans. However, the inevitable soon came knocking in Shining’s abdomen, the familiar tightness of an incoming orgasm. Luna was close too. He could feel every involuntary twitch and spasm her body reacted to the fuck. Even through the walls of her ass he could experience the sensation of the alicorn’s clenching pussy against his cock, the alicorn winking as she neared her climax. With a shudder, Luna’s legs gave out and she fell on the stallion's thickening cock, impaling herself upon the majestic spear as it flared out in her insides; Shining’s hips thrusting upward to meet her falling ass, producing a loud meaty slap as he emptied his apple-sized nuts into the deepest parts of her bowels. His hands, which were still gripped to her plump booty, squeezed tightly into the two mounds of flesh as he painted her insides white with thick sticky cum.

After unleashing a torrent of cum in her royal ass, Shining fell limp, panting with his eyes closed. The warm sticky hole he was buried in raised itself up off his cock; his softening member falling down against his stomach with a wet, hollow slap. When Shining opened his eyes again, he was staring at the ceiling of his room. The only thing of tangibility from the dream was the warm afterglow he was experiencing, and stickiness of the semen against his belly.

“Not again…” he muttered quietly to himself, not daring to look down at the mess he created under the sheets. “It’s the second time in four days…” he complained quietly, again, out loud. He would have to consult somepony about these dreams. He knew just who to talk to. Understandably considering the circumstances, it didn’t bring a smile to his face. He closed his eyes again. Maybe Cadance would be flattered, rather than annoyed if he told her that he dreamt of her...

Luna awoke, eyes wide and panting, one hand tightly gripping her sheets whilst another was softly gripped to her breast. After a moment, taking all of it in, a large smile broke out on her face. She sat up, releasing a fatigued giggle as she looked down at the sheets. A large, distinct dark patch now existed on her bedding in the space between her legs; marecum glued to her thighs, matting down her dark blue fur. Whilst it might have annoyed others to see such a large mess in their bed, it prompted Luna to grab a pillow, hold it to her chest and turn onto her side, kicking her legs as she nuzzled into the cushiony softness. She did it again. After the first soiree, she held off, combatting her regret and guilt. However, she continued to visit him, although not every encounter ended with her fucking him. On night two she simply watched his younger self play in the park, and on the third, she turned an encroaching nightmare into a serene day with his wife… that must have been what encouraged her to try it again. It was a massive success. Shining fucked her from beginning to end. Her. Luna. And he enjoyed it! His hands were on her, touching, caressing. He wanted it and by extension, he wanted her. The thought provoked another bout if giddy giggling, the millennia old alicorn acting somewhat like a little filly who kissed their crush for the first time.

Of course, after a while, the high faded, and the princess left to lie in her bed, her thoughts and memory of what just occurred keeping her company. As she prepared to seek sleep’s true embrace, she rubbed the back of her palm in the empty space beside her, falling deep into slumber with a small smile on her face.

The Next Day

Shining walked through the halls of the castle, wearing formal dress uniform. Slicing the day so far into thirds, the morning and afternoon were definitely subpar. A morning of complaining from Cadance, deflated somewhat only by lying about the cause of the mess, he then had to look forward to an afternoon of handshaking and fake laughter with delegates and politicians he had never heard a mouse fart about. When the sunset and meeting concluded, Shining almost winced at the fact. With evening came fatigue, with fatigue came the desire to sleep, with which he risked dreaming. He tried to push that thought from his head. He shouldn’t dwell on it. Not whilst in the company of his wife at least, who made it very difficult to think about anything but.

“And I was in an army uniform?” Cadance asked incredulously, arm wrapped around Shining as they took an evening stroll through the castle.

“Y-yeah,” Shining replied, lying to his wife for what must have been the first time in an, until now, salubrious marriage.

“And…” Cadance scrunched up her featured, looking around as not to be overheard, giving her husband a wry look. “The back door?”

“Uh-huh,” he confirmed, suppressing a wince. Even so long after having it, the dream was still a vivid picture in his head. It was almost like it actually happened.

“We’ve never done that before,” Cadance remarked with a coy giggle, earning an awkward eye from Shining and she retorted with a look of total absorption. “You have to tell me everything that happened. I think it would be fun if the dream didn’t just remain a dream, if you catch what I’m pitching?”

This turned Shining’s eye, bringing an actual smile to his lips. “Really?”

“Why not? I’m always open to something new,” she smiled cheerily at him, giving his arm a squeeze. “Do you think anyone in the guard could get you a uniform discreetly?”

Shining chuckled. “Maybe. It’s been a while since I-” Shining stopped mid-sentence, his eyes had wandered to look at something at a figure standing in his peripheral vision. Through a window which overlooked a frosty courtyard, he caught the familiar sight of a blue alicorn in the adjacent hall. It was her. Luna.

“Shining?” his wife’s voice dragged him back to reality. “Is something the matter.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he reassured, half-smiling. “Can I catch up with you later? I just have some business to take care off.”

Her smile faltered slightly but she gave no outward indication of hurt. “Sure thing, honey,” she said, raising herself up a little to plant a small kiss on Shining’s lips before unwrapping herself from his arm. “Don’t be gone too long.”

“I won’t,” he replied, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting her go, watching her leave before he turned his sights to the connecting hallway, moving down it with driven haste. He felt anxiousness weighing down on his back...

After turning the corner of the adjoining hall he reached the end of it in time to catch the blue alicorn turn, disappearing down yet another hallway. He followed after her with a quick, hasty pace, trying to at least be within calling distance. Yet as he reached the end of the hall Luna just walked, he saw her disappear down the next behind some doors. Already irked at the speed of the princess' pace, he ironed his jaw to chase her down, trying not to appear too deranged in his royal pursuit; power walking effectively to shrink the gap.

The castle was almost labyrinthian, and Shining did not remember the castle being quite this maze-like when he was guarding it. The longer he followed her, the more he felt a chill in the air. Not a foreboding sort of course, but a genuinely cold breeze that brushed his cheek. After turning one more corner he saw the source of cold. Two open doors leading outside, the moonlight almost blinding in its brightness in contrast to the dimly lit hallways of the castle. At the far end, almost like a silhouette cast against a white wall, he saw the princess standing out in the open. The sight gave him pause. Luna wasn't at the meeting. He would have remembered seeing her there with her sister, and if not, she stands out, being a tall blue alicorn after all. Why wasn't she there?

Shining continued on, the princess walking out of sight once more although this time at least he knew where to find her. Walking out into the gardens Shining could physically see winter affecting the garden, with frost kissed grass and flowers beginning to shrivel up with frost. He rubbed his arm, lamenting the thinness of his formal-wear. He did not expect to be heading out into the cold tonight, nevermind doing so to chase the princess. He started to walk on the grass, which crunched under his hooves as he continued to search for the wily monarch. He finally spotted after about ten minutes of searching, in the brow-raising position sitting under a thick tree with her eyes closed.

"Princess Luna?" he probed formally, visibly confused as he walked up to her, still hugging himself slightly. Luna did not appear to have the same problem he had with thin clothing. She was dressed in unusually casual yet equally elegant coldwear, her dark blue felt jacket was lined with dense fur around the collar down to the buttons. Her eye-catching pillows were still distractingly large, even her coat. He tried not to stare, instead, he let his eyes wander over the rest of her. Her trail pants went down to her fetlocks, similarly blue, form hugging and insulated. Finally, on her hands, she wore a pair of silver silk gloves. His hands were alone were envious. "What are you doing out here?"

Luna's ears twitched at the sound of crash crunching under hooves, only opening her eyes at the sound of an all too familiar voice. She stared at him with widened eyes as he approached her, hastily and clumsily to her hooves. Despite being a smidge taller than him she still appeared submissive and small under his eye, barely able to sport a welcoming smile without trembling. "H-hello, Shiny- Shining!" she self-corrected, wincing.

Shining, too, was almost shocked at her candour. Until now his experiences with the princess during his visit were restrained to the initial meeting and the dream version of the moon princess, the latter of whom had a problem taking charge and the former disappeared after the prolonged conversation. He had to take a moment to compose himself, remembering which version of the princess he was dealing with.. "Hey..." he said softly before pausing, watching her fidget. "So... why are you out in the gardens? It's cold out,” he emphasised by rubbing his arms, wearing a disarming smile.

"It's not so bad," she replied, idly kicking the found, her fingers pulling at the hem of her pants and looking at the ground. "It's quiet," she said to his chest.

Shining released a smirk, his breath condensing in the air. "You were never one for company," he remarked casually.

"I got used to isolation," she replied, suppressing a cringe as she said it. "I mean-"

"You're just a loner," he interrupted with a raised palm, trying to ease her unease. "Nothing wrong with that. We all like having some time to ourselves."

The princess seemed to relax at the stallion’s candour, finally looking him in the eye. "Thank you. I never really talked to anyone besides... foals, and my sister's protege," she elaborated, flushed with embarrassment. "The young are easy to talk to. And Twilight, well, she's your sister."

"And we used to talk a lot, didn't we?" Shining replied, brows meeting. "Yeah, it was when I was guard captain. Celestia had me watch over you to..."

"Keep an eye on me in case it was all an elaborate lie, I know, I know," she frowned. Shining never liked seeing one of those on her face.

"She didn't really trust anyone else," Shining grinned uncomfortably, taking a step closer, earning her eye once again. “Months of sleeping in the same room, eating together, not even allowed to leave the castle. It was like sharing the world’s most comfortable prison cell. If there was an upside to it for me though, it was certainly the company.”

Shining could see the warmth in Luna's eyes when he said that, the tinge of pink in her cheeks, the heart quickening in her chest... oh wait, that was his chest. He coughed into his fist, uncertain if putting that smile on Luna's face was a good thing or not. Again, maybe he was just perceiving a problem. He was married, true, but there was nothing wrong with helping make another mare happy, was there?

"So why did you want to find me?" she asked, this time catching him on the receiving end of being flustered.

"O-oh, well..." he trailed off, unsure on how much finesse he would require here to avoid having her feeling uncomfortable. "So... I've been having these, um... dreams?"

"Dreams?" Luna's brows piqued. "W-what kind?"

"Uh, well, you see..." again, how could he so overtly tell her what his imagination had concocted for him these past few nights. He scratched the back of his head, gesturing with the other. "They're not exactly foal-friendly."

"O-oh," Luna began, a deep hue of red appearing on her cheeks. "Like... wet dreams?"

Wet was too much of an understatement. Drench, soaking, tidal. "Y-yeah, kinda."

"Well, what about them? I can make them stop, I just need your permission to visit while you sleep and-"

Shining but both his palms out before him, stopping the princess in her tracks, not letting her finish the thought. "That's the problem, see. They kinda involve... you."

Luna blinked. "Me?"

"Y-yeah, you," Shining tentatively admitted, the princess's neutral face not doing much to ease the uncomfortable knot tying itself in his chest.

"How many?" Luna asked clinically, lips pursing.

"Only twice... so far."

“And for how long?” she asked, placing a pensive thumb to her chin, looking concerned. "Over the years, months-"

"A week," Shining answered preemptively. "Ever since I arrived here, after the first night. I don't know where they came from, they just started... happening."

"I see..." Luna glanced away from him, realised that and then directed them back to the unicorn, expression serious.

"Do you know what’s wrong?" he inquired.

"I do..." Luna replied vaguely before she started chewing the inside of her cheek, crossing her arms over her stomach.

"Well?" Shining probed after her prolonged silence, stepping closer.

"I... um..." Luna began, stopping mid sentence. She seemed to tremble on the spot, unsure if she should step away or remain planted. Shining continued to look at her expectantly. "You have a crush," she answered promptly and suddenly..

Shining didn't reply immediately, gears revolving in his head as he considered her answer. He scoffed. "Really? After years and years, I just now start experiencing... a thing for you?" he said, unable to verbalise something he thought was so ridiculous. “Not whilst I was watching or, I dunno, when I saw you at the wedding-

"Your wife is more an expert on emotions and- and feelings than me," she met his scepticism and disbelief with fluster and blushing cheeks, angered by something.

He placed his hands up disarmingly, wearing a pained smile. "Sorry, didn't mean anything by it. It's just… strange.”

“Now you know why I don’t often spend time in the company of others,” Luna replied, wearing a meek pout. “Ponies are strange. The inner workings of the mind may as well be a product of Discord.”

He sighed, crossing his arms again, remembering the cold. “So what do I do then. Not see you for a few days-”

“No!” her hands went up, stopping his train of thought. “Anything but that!”

Shining recoiled at her outburst, taking a slight step away. “Th-then what?”

Her hands fell, holding one close to her chest. “Your… prolonged absence from me, a friend… a female friend prompted a… rush? A rush! Of excess affection with manifested itself as a crush!” she explained and, peculiarly, she seemed proud of it when she was finished.

Shining Armour’s face half-scrunched into a perplexed expression. “Then how do I, uh, ’release’ the excess?” he asked, flexing two digits on each hand. Again, Luna was given pause, looking away and to the ground. Her lips were puckered and her eyes squinted. It looked like if she thought any harder, her head would explode. In fact, her cheeks became reddened once more with a blush, and Shining became intensely curious about what was going on inside her head. “Luna? Thought of anything yet?” he asked after a short while of waiting, Luna lost somewhere in her own head.

“I have something…” she replied quietly, looking back to the unicorn with a stoic face.

Shining cocked a brow. “What did you have in mind?”

After the question was asked, Luna inhaled and exhaled through her nostrils, as though she was building up some fortitude for what came next. She approached him, and Shining remained still as the gap between them disappeared. She reached out, placing one hand on his shoulder and one to his face, and he shied from neither as she came even closer still. He didn’t know what stayed his legs from fleeing or dulled his reflexes so strongly that he didn’t even try to flinch away from her approaching lips. Before he could even comprehend it, Luna pushed her lips against his own. She was a gentle kisser. Yet, despite how out of place the thought was in the moment, he couldn’t help but note how similar the lips of the real Luna compared to her dream counterpart. They were soft and full, a warm solace in the otherwise frosty outside. It was for that reason his hands pressed into either side of her face, pulling himself deeper into the princess’ kiss; the lustful fire that begun to blaze within him now more than enough to ward off the winter frost. He continued to fight tongues with her and surprisingly, despite her meek demeanour, she was winning the oral brawl.

Luna moaned down his throat, the hand on his shoulder went to his chest and she pushed his back against the tree they were next to. She broke their kiss, not giving the unicorn enough time to think before a hand went down to his groin, groping the unicorn’s sheath through his pants. She stirred him downstairs, biting her lip as his hardness emerged, creating the start of a blunt bulbous bulge down the side of his thigh; his large balls were already enough of a challenge for Luna, who had to stop herself from glancing downwards on more than one occasion when talking to him. Shining meanwhile didn’t know what to do with his own hands, his brain trying to do too much at once. He could do nothing but watch as she unclasped the top button on his pants and finally quiver when her gloved fingers snaking their way into his underwear, wrapping around the hilt of his stallionhood with a firm yet tender grip.

When Luna pulled the cock free of its cloth prison, she let out a gasp, stroking the still growing endowment with her gloved hand; watching it grow to fullness with an expression of awe. “It’s so big,” she muttered loud enough for him to hear, earning a throb of approval from the unicorn; her hand barely able to wrap around his impressive tool. “Even in the cold….”

Seeing his cock in her hand suddenly made all this feel very real. This wasn’t a dream, there was no loophole here. This was the real Luna and she had his very real cock in her grasp. He tried to speak up, beginning, “L-Luna, I think we should sto-”

“Shh, I’m only helping,” she silenced him with a finger to his lips, looking into his eyes with a sultry gaze and contrastingly warm smile.

Even if he wanted to say more, he couldn’t. Not when she started her stroking. Her fingers did a slow dance up his turgid meat aided partially by the softness of her gloves, the refined silk almost made it feel like he was getting serviced by a cloud. His thighs clenched and his hips struggled to remain still as she pumped him, squeezing his shaft around the medial ring whilst gliding seamlessly up his cock; her glove soon becoming stained with his pre. Although from her adamant refusal to look anywhere but his face, watching his pleasured expression and burning cheeks, it was obvious she didn’t care too much about ruining them.

As the affair continued and his guilt grew, Luna pushed her chest against his own. Her large, round mammaries, which he tried not to stare at before out of respect, were not thrust right in front of his face. “You like these, don’t you? Feel them if you want,” she cooed, marking her proposition with a peck on his cheek.

Shining bit his lip as he battled with temptation. Things were escalating. Her hand continued to fondle and pull at his cock, the palm of her hand pushing into his flare to help spread some of his sticky, musky essences over the rest of his shaft. With her offer so entwined with the pleasure he was experiencing, how could he refuse? He finally found a use for his hands. He undid her buttons, from collar to her stomach, just enough so that he could pull the coat down her shoulders to her elbows. He held his breath. She wore a dark blue and lace balconette bra. They supported her breasts from the bottom with wire, leaving the top half exposed to eager eyes. Her light blue areola were just visible, and her nipples would have remained hidden if not for the cold they were just exposed to; forcing them erect, peeking free of the rim into a cock-throbbingly erotic sight. Exhaling heavily through his nostrils, his hands pulled down on her cups so that he could free her breasts. They were heavy, hanging yet maintained a youthful fullness that he couldn’t help but admire. Like a young teen first experiencing the wonders of a mare’s body, his hand tentatively reached for her breast, delicately grabbing it over the nipple, the small erect digit poking him in the palm of his hand. Now shoulder-deep in the act, he also grabbed her other and began to squeeze and knead them. Soon after, getting over his initial trepidation, his thumb and forefingers began to tweak and pull at her bosom’s small protrusions.

She moaned unexpectedly, her other hand relying on his shoulder for balance as he groped her. She was glad he was enjoying them, although her arousal came more from the situation itself rather than his machinations. The feeling of a fat cock in her hand, the stallion who she adored the most owning it and the fact he was reciprocating. Sometimes dreams do come true. At this, Luna hastened her strokes, pumping with zealous fervor. Her pussy ached for his cock yet she knew he wouldn’t go that far, not yet. She started to chew her lip at the combination of his tweaking and the fact he was thickening in her hand. He was close, his roiling cum churners prepared to spurt all over her hand and coat; marking her with infidelity.

“Release.” she beckoned his orgasm, her voice prompting him to throb in her grip, her silken hand milking him from base to tip.

The was the tipping point. “Ahhh!” he moaned loudly, barely able to stand as his balls clenched in his pants; the first rope of seed splatting against her winter jacket, the large white streak creating a long white vertical line across the area of her stomach. Subsequent splatterings of his virile seed met with the underside of her palm; her other hand continued to pump, trying to squeeze out all of Shining’s ‘excess’ affection with relentless vigour. Her pumps came to a stop by the time Shining’s head was curled over her shoulder, his thick jizz dripping down onto the frosty grass below as they both relied on each other to remain standing.

Shining didn’t see it but the alicorn wore a small smile as she nestled herself in the alcove of his neck, suppressing her elation as the stallion she loved rode bathed in the afterglow of his orgasm - the orgasm she brought about. After a few minutes of remaining in a position which Luna would have loved remain, Shining unburdened himself of the princess, wordlessly packaging his cock back into his pants. He didn’t look at Luna. He couldn’t bring himself to. After fixing the button at the top of his pants, ignoring his still unsheathed cock he brushed past her without uttering so much as a goodbye.

Luna didn’t react to the sudden coldness, resting he winged back against the tree, watching him leave. She looked like a harlot, with her breasts freed and a jacket covered in cum. When he disappeared amongst the plants, no doubt thinking about what course of action he should take, Luna looked at her cum covered hand. His semen was still warm and thick, and she brought it to her mouth, releasing a whorish moan as she started to suckle on her fingers, quivering against the bark as she fondled one of her bare breasts. His cum rivalled ambrosia, at least on her tongue it did. She felt a degree of guilt, shame, yet the greatest of her feelings at that moment was regret. Regret for all the time she lost by not snatching him to herself earlier. She would have to make up for lost time...

She would need to pay him another visit...

Chapter 3 - Lips That Ease

He couldn’t get the image out of his head. The sight of Luna’s sultry smile, her pretty eyes or her hand wrapped around his meat; her face and chest covered with the sticky, adulterous slime that had fired from the tip of his still twitching cock. In the bathroom that night, more of his essence was squeezed out into the sink at the memory, and it would not be the last. Much like a foal afraid of a perceived monster, it was the memory that made him avoid sleep. If Luna was right, then his sleep would only bring forth more dreams about her. If it was a mere crush before, Luna’s actions had elevated it. There was a carnality present, one which the night princess had made all too real with her daring and promiscuous act in the garden. In bed, when sleep had almost taken him, his mind flashed with a different attribute of the act that woke him with a start all too similar to a night terror. Her velvet touch, the way her eyes burned like an inferno with lust, the way her breaths teasingly glanced off the spongy tip of his fat dick. Each time he nearly fell into slumber, he awoke, sweating, the thick outline of his cock tenting the bedsheets.

He didn’t know what to attribute it to. It was as though he had regressed into being an insatiably horny teen, with his wet dreams and near constant erections. It was much more than a crush, Shining was certain of that. Still, despite his carnal feelings reaching a never achieved high, his guilt over it meant he could not get his wife’s help to assuage him – even if she would be completely enthusiastic about it. He made numerous visits to the bathroom, his balls filling quicker with virile cum faster than he could empty them.

Come daylight, Shining was exhausted, yet painfully unspent. He made sure to be in the shower before Cadance awoke – he didn’t want her suspect anything. He washed a night full of sweat and residual juices down the drain. He hoped to feel clean, truly clean, clean of the guilt, of the memories, the image of Luna’s demure smile as he bathed her in spunk. He felt his mast harden again, the stallion tutted as he scrubbed his chest, trying to ignore the swelling of his defiant organ. With how frequent his erections came about, his cock could have taken on a new job as a coat hanger. He needed to do… something. But what?

Come afternoon, Shining Armour had ‘come’ more times than most teens did in the first week of discovering masturbation. Fortunately, Cadance was none the wiser to what exactly his repeated trips to the bathroom entailed. Although she did know he hardly slept a wink that night.

“You need to talk to Luna,” Cadance suggested, her arm wrapped around his

Shining’s brows furrowed. He avoided looking at her, just in case she could have perceived the guilt that flashed on his face at the mention of her name. “Why?”

“You’re not as discreet as you think you are,” she smirked, giving him a judgemental eye. “The only time I’ve seen you with bags under your eyes is the day after something particularly bad happens.”

“Cadance...”

“The day after our wedding, the day after Sombra, the day after you thought you almost dropped Flurry,” she listed the off with a playful candour, although her smile lessened somewhat at Shining’s melancholic visage. “What happened, Shiny?”

“Nothing. It was just a sleepless night is all,” he replied, his tone not all too convincing. He didn’t believe it entirely himself.

“And you know who can help with that,” Cadance censured with pursed lips, giving him a judgemental stare.

He sighed. “She’ll be busy.”

“Not busy enough to help a friend,” she countered.

He grumbled. “We’ll be at the dinner tonight. That means we’re busy getting our ears chewed off.”

Cadance huffed, looking forwards. There was only a short pause before she continued, “Then it’s a good thing you’re sitting next to her.”

Shining’s eyes widened, his grip around the alicorn’s arm tightening a little in reflex. He looked down at her, a slight bit of panic in his gaze. “W-what? I thought we were sitting together?”

“Consider the change already arranged,” she teased, her cheek pulling back into a cocky grin. “I won’t let you get out of this, so don’t even try.”

He wanted to tell his wife the severity of the mistake she had made, sending him back to… her/ At the mere thought, Luna’s appreciative countenance, her breasts and cheek sticky with jizz. An image of desire and shame. A ‘crush’. That’s what she called it. Yet it didn’t feel so insignificant. Shining did not know what feeling it was he felt for her but it gripped his chest far more harsh than something so fleeting. He said nothing else to Cadance. If he was lucky, she would only think he was throwing a tantrum, rather than deep in thought on how to tackle his dilemma.

The longer he spent in his head, the more he was open to the idea. Maybe it was a good thing to meet her. He could clear things up with the princess. He was happily married, and with a child too. He gave Cadance a look when her eyes were focused ahead. He needed to talk to Luna. For her sake. He couldn’t take back what he had done, but he could spend the rest of his life trying to make up for it. With that thought in mind, he planted a small kiss on the top of her head, earning an appreciated hum from the pink alicorn.

Yes, a talk with Luna. It would be for the best...

When the sun had fallen, the various diplomats and nobles made their way to the grand dining hall, wherefrom one end to the other of the spacious hall, there was a dining table, forty nine seats on each side with two grand-looking chairs placed at head and hoof of the table. However, one of those grand chairs would remain vacant, for Luna had decided for no particular reason to humble herself by sitting with the rest – her chair being instead given to the countess of Trottingham, who was scheduled to have her 111th birthday come the weekend. Although, given who she was going to sit beside, it couldn’t have been more obvious.

The princess, sat, was dressed in a fur highlighted gown that bordered the fine line between classy and whorish, with many left marvelled at how she was able to cram herself into such a flimsy looking thing. One leg being exposed was scandalous enough for a monarch, the slit in the dress going so high as to almost bare the princess’ other ‘slit’. Her large, pillowy tits strained against the surprisingly rigid blue silk, and from how tantalisingly close her nipples were to being exposed, it was blatant to the few who dared a look at her mammaries that she wasn’t wearing a bra. However, if a pony valued their neck too much to take a brazen look at her chest, they could marvel themselves at the safer but no less wondrous sight of her ass. The perfect valley of her butt left to very little imagination with desperately the gown clung to her mound, the spankable derrière looking especially plump and delectable in such a clinging blue material – like a giant blueberry. If by dinner most ponies did not find their appetite roaring for a meal they certainly would after one look at such a delicious piece of fruit.

In truth, Luna did not originally intend to wear something so fragrantly risqué. Of all her kinks, exhibitionism wasn’t one of them. However, she found herself unable to resist after hearing Cadance’s offer. “Shining is having trouble with nightmares. Do you think you could help?” she requested. Of course, Luna accepted. She couldn’t help but acknowledge the irony. Cadance was sending her husband right into her arms, for a problem Luna had caused. She wasn’t entirely heartless in the situation however. The pink alicorn’s hopeful smile sent a reverberation of shame down Luna’s spine. She had went about her seduction in sly, underhanded means. Influencing the unicorn through his dreams wasn’t exactly ‘fair’. But she was too addicted to the lip-biting thought of the unicorn being consumed by her, the image of her face unshakable from thought. It was selfish, evil, a blatant misuse of her power but…

She needed him. He was an addiction. The mere sight of him offered a soothing taste that she now fully indulged herself in. She wanted to touch him, to feel his eyes on her, just like he looked at Cadance. That was why she dressed the way she did. The reserved mare made herself blossom into a whore to please him. If that’s what he wanted, that’s what she would give him, if only to grab his attention.

Come night, shortly after she raised the moon – the ceremony given an audience by a select few – she had made her way to the dining hall. She cared not for the eyes of others, there was only one pair of blue hues she cared for. She sat beside a vacant chair and a stallion so decrepit that he was asleep almost immediately. When other ponies poured inside, taking their seats, Luna had a precious few moments to brace herself for her soon to arrive ‘prince’. Although her demeanour was that of a confident slut in the realm of dreams – a place entirely free of consequence - in reality, it was quite the departure from her usual self. It was a persona, one that took a great deal of mental preparation to enact, and thus far it was the only side of her which Shining was familiar with. It was the version of her which would keep her embedded within his thoughts. It was what he wanted…

Suddenly, Cadance filled her view on the adjacent side of the table. She offered Luna a warm glance before taking her seat on the opposing side. Luna did return it, with a smile too, but her throat went dry. Cadance was here. Shining couldn’t have been far behind. Her fingers tapped nervously on the tabletop. How would he react to seeing her? Angry? Happy? Distant…

She sat there, expecting to hear the seat to scrape beside her. The longer she waited, the more anxious she became. Where was he? Her confident ideal was quickly slipping, and she grew squeamish in her chair. She reached for her glass to sip on some fine red, however, just as she cradled the glass in her hand and readied to sip on the fermented juice she saw Cadance flag her from across the table.

“Luna? Auntie?” she called with an uncertain simper on her lips, her palm raised awkwardly as two stallions talked into her unhearing ears.

Luna placed the glass back on the table, forcing herself to smile cordially; hiding her worry. “Yes?” she called back, trying hard to listen.

“Have you seen Shining? He was supposed to be here,” she asked over the myriad voices, an easy tug of her cheek accompanied her question.

“You lost him?”

“He went to the bathroom! He said he would catch up,” she answered defensively, once more, her voice barely audible over all the chattering.

Luna’s lips pursed into a pensive expression, a single question thereafter dominating her mind. It forced her to stand, pushing back her chair and make her way silently over to the exit; Cadance’s curious eyes following her all the while.

Where is he?

An administrator’s office of some sort, that’s all Shining knew about the room he had sought refuge in. It stank of ink and complex algebra. He arrived there as a result of a brisk walk towards the dining hall inexplicably becoming a sprint to anywhere but. He paced back and forth anxiously across the carpet of his sanctuary, reduced to wearing only a plain white dress shirt and black pants, his red tunic discarded over the fancy recliner slotted into the ornate desk. His armpits were damp with sweat, unsure whether to blame that on the stuffiness of the room or his own steadily mounting panic. He didn’t know what to say to her. Did he emphasise his regret? Snap at her? Apologise for being so weak as to accept her advances? His head was a mess of thoughts, but one that continued to scream loudest in constant chorus was the reminder he would forever have to bear the burden of being a coward...

He suddenly felt weak in the legs, his limbs trembling as he fell forward against the desk, relying on it for vital support. He hadn’t felt such exertion since Chrysalis. Her toll on him wasn’t so much physical as it was mental.

He heard the door creak open. He clenched his eyes shut. He knew who it was, just from his gut.

“Luna...” he probed, not a hint of questioning in his voice. He didn’t turn to confirm either.

“Yes,” she replied, no surprise in her voice. “What are you doing here?”

Her voice straddled the line between concern and annoyance. He sighed. “Running away.”

“From me?” she guessed, although it wasn’t a playful answer.

“How do you know me so well?” he questioned , turning to face her, dour-faced. “It’s like you know my brain inside and out. How is that? When was the last time we talked to each other so much? Nine, ten years ago?”

“Ten,” she confirmed, walking further into the room.

At the sight of her, Shining had to stop his jaw from falling. Dark blue lipstick, clothes so revealing they were almost ineffectual. Even her mane was allowed to hang free and wild, the slight ethereal aspect making her look almost otherworldly. Yet, her expression was meek, and grateful, even her hands were locked timidly together at her stomach.

Who was she?

“How did you find me?” he asked.

“I just had to find a door that wasn’t completely shut,” she answered, a small smile gracing the end of her muzzle. “The staff are all catering, the nobles are all eating, and everyone else is away. You’re the only pony who isn’t where they’re supposed to be.”

“So are you,” he riposted, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed.

“My duty isn’t to eat tonight, it’s to help you,” she countered, stopping in the centre of the room; her arms crossing under her distractingly large breasts. “Cadance asked for my help you know.”

“Yes. Help for something you helped cause,” he snapped at her. “Tell me, how was that supposed to stop my dreams, Luna?”

Luna’s features tightened into something sad yet angry, her muzzle wrinkling as she took a step towards him. “If I recall correctly, you didn’t exactly put up a stiff resistance,” she argued, bringing back her accusatory finger to re-cross her arms, a sly smile coming to her face. “Although something certainly was stiff after our conversation.”

Shining grumbled, keeping his lips sealed. She was entirely correct, although his pride refused to let her know that. Instead, he asked, “why?”

“ 'Why’ what?”

“Why didn’t I try to stop you?”

“I thought I already answered that?”

“A ‘crush’, doesn’t cut it,” he replied, dissatisfied. “I barely did anything, as you said. I didn’t even finish my sentence before I was… grabbing you in places.”

Her lips were pursed, another step forward. “Then… maybe it’s something more?”

He swallowed. He knew what ‘more’ was. He remembered his vows, even the myriad dumb fairytales with the same generic morals and pairings. Heck, he was even a ‘prince’ now. He must have believed in them so strongly that he thought himself to be in such a story. Luna’s soft lips had shattered that illusion. Now, the metaphorical hammer was standing not two feet away from him, her gaze worried, her smile welcoming.

“Do you remember the night I told you about Cadance?” he probed, his gaze directed to the floor.

Silence lingered for a moment after he asked. He didn’t look to read the expression on her face, so he couldn’t see if whether or not she was trying to recall it or if she already had it centred in her head. “We were both sitting in our room on my bed. I was in pyjamas… so were you.”

Air exhaled from his nose at that. Tartan pants and an ill-fitting white shirt, emblazoned with the faded printing of ‘recruit’. “Back then you were shorter than I was. We were just talking weren’t we? It was all we did most nights. Just talk and talk and talk.”

“It broke up the board games, reading and eating,” Luna added, sharing in his nostalgia.

“Yeah… that was the last night,” he ended, wistfully frowning.

A pause followed the end of his sentence. “It was,” Luna confirmed, much sadness behind her voice, regret even.

“Next time I saw you was at the wedding – barely. After all the fighting had concluded,” he continued.

“You wouldn’t stop looking at my mane,” Luna remarked with a giggle, trying to heighten the declining mood.

“I never saw it so wavy before. It was like you had the night sky on your head,” he chuckled with her, although the nostalgic air was quickly washed away by Shining’s sad smile. “You didn’t stay long enough for us to have a conversation.”

“I’m sorry...”

“It was when Cadance latched onto my arm,” he recalled, finally looking at her again, his gaze firm. “Do you hate my wife?”

“No! No... I consider her family, but… I envy her,” she revealed, her jaw tightening; another timid step towards him. “You chose her over me and I understand why you did. I was jealous of that ring around her finger; how it seemed to fit her perfectly. Her pretty white dress, and how radiant she looked in it… The sincere look of love on her face, and how eagerly you returned it. No. I didn’t hate her, Shining. I wanted to be her.”

“So why didn’t you say anything?” he asked. “Why wait ten years?”

“I tried!” she exclaimed, loud with sincerity, her hand flying to her heart. “But how could I? Your affections for Cadance had been fostering for years by the time you met me. Our relationship for the first few weeks was that of prisoner and warden, and by the time we became friends you heart was taken by another long before I even got a chance. By the time I was ready to open my heart to you, I was too late.”

Shining frowned, seeing her get worked up like this filled his chest with the indescribable pain regret. How could he have been so blind to all of this? “Luna, if I knew-”

“I found no other like you!” she interrupted, her chest rising and falling, her breathing shallow as she continued to pour her heart out. “Nopony who treated me the way you did. Being a princess is mere compared to a friend. I longed for our talks again, but when I thought of you...” she trailed off, her face contorting into a pained wince as the hand over her chest began to dig into her coat. “I would have given everything! My title, my power, the moon and every single star that surrounds it, just for the chance Cadance had.”

Tears began to well in the alicorn’s eyes, her expression angry, her lips trembling. Shining allowed his arms to fall, and he stood, not relying on the desk. “Luna… I’m sorry.”

She dragged the back of her palm across her eyes, giving the unicorn a determined stare as she shrank the gap between them. “Don’t be. I finally got my chance.”

Shining’s eyes widened, he backed up, realising immediately like a dolt there was a desk behind him. He placed his hands up, gesture disarming. “W-wait!”

She ignored him, throwing herself onto him before cooing, “Why? You want me and I want you.”

He remained still and rooted, even as she pressed a palm against his chest and her other latching to his shoulder. Her face was suddenly flirtatious and sultry. It was like she became an entirely different pony, all in an instant. Yet, he had seen that expression before, just, not in the garden. He removed her hand from his face, latching around it softly but firmly as not to hurt her. “Who are you?”

Her eyes widened for a moment. It wasn’t confusion that flashed on her face, he knew that much. It was something else. There was no sorrow or pain. It was a trance. His cheek lightly sunk under her palm as he released it. He didn’t dare tear his eyes away from hers, even as her other hand lowed threateningly close his helplessly hardening cock. Her beautiful sapphire hues stared at his. They were flawless, desperate, but also imbued with a love he had only seen in the eyes of one other. The silence seemed to linger for an eternity, so enthralled was he by her eyes… then, she finally answered.

“I’m whoever you want me to be.”

She swung her head towards him, their lips mashing together into a passionate kiss. Shining rammed his tongue against her teeth almost immediately, exploring her mouth and trying to delve as deep as he could. He didn’t know why but he felt more certain of this than anything else in his life. Their tongues skirmished, trading blows as well as spit. He could taste peppermint on her molars. His hands soon after acted on instinct. One snaked through the slit in her harlot’s gown, gliding over her plump hips to latch to the crescent shaped moon on her soft, jiggly ass. His other went straight to exposing her perfect bosom, her hefty pair of milk bags hanging heavy and low, just as perfect as they were in his memory. She pressed them against his chest as they kissed, her pert nipples already rock hard and threatening to pierce right through his silk shirt. There was moaning, needy yet satisfied whimpers from Luna and pleasured groans from Shining as Luna stroked his mast to hardness through his pants.

Things began to escalate not soon after. Luna pushed against Shining until his back was on the desk and she was on top of him. One would think a mare as tall as a soldier would be heavy but Shining found her pleasantly light, like making out with a cloud. His hands kept roaming her body, his fingers latching to the joints of her stiff wings. She liked that, her moans intensifying, even if they were muffled in Shining’s gob. The wet smacking of their lips didn’t continue for eternity. The kiss was broken, Luna starting to work on unclasping the stallion’s sweat stained shirt. Shining had his lower lip in a vice grip between his teeth. His erection strained against his pants, Luna’s moist, warm snatch straddling the thigh is was running down. Unfortunately, Luna had only undone three of the buttons, before a voice called out from the hall.

“Shining! Luna! Where are you?”

“Cadance!” Shining blurted in alarm, a tad louder than he meant.

Luna then clasped a hand over his maw, her eyes widened in shock. “I have to hide!”

Her hand left his mouth. “Under the desk,” he ordered immediately.

She nodded, compliant.

“Shiny?” Cadance probed, the sound of the door creaking open followed. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Y-yep, you found me,” Shining spluttered nervously, like a colt who had just been discovered in a game of hide and seek.

“Is something the matter?” she asked, her hoof steps audible against the carpet as she approached the desk.

“No, n-nothing, nothing at all!”

Luna suppressed the urge to bring a palm to her face, worried the sound of the slap would alert Cadance to her presence. He was an atrocious liar, but that was one of the things she liked about him – he was honest. He had no shortage of good traits, and, between his legs, she was forced to look at one of them.

The alicorn responsible for the moon and stars, the realm of dreams and the vanquishing of nightmares, was currently forced to hide from her lover’s wife beneath the desk of some no-named accountant. It was an uncomfortable squeeze, and the mare was all but forced to plant her face in Shining’s crotch just to fit – not that she was complaining, necessarily. Even through a later of cotton, the strong odorous musk of his cock and balls could not be understated. Dense, thick, the raw airborne essence of a stallion. In the dream realm, she could not experience such a heavenly aroma. Even though reality could be altered at will, something that could be perceived as imperfect – eye-watering odours included – could not be replicated in the host. Well, not unless they thought of themselves as constantly sweaty, then she could perceive the odour they smell. But a stallion, unless queer or possessing of an exceptionally high ego, could not appreciate their natural cologne.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, her nose becoming congested with his musk. It looked tight in his pants, didn’t it? A painfully constricting prison. Maybe Luna would be doing the right thing to let it breathe. The devilish thoughts multiplied in number, until, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, her dainty fingers reached for his waist; her target the clasp which kept his large cock contained. His hands were atop the desk, it would look suspicious now if he shot them down to stop her...

“Really?” Cadance continued. “You look like you’ve been running a marathon.”

“Yeah, I just got last minute – ah hah ah – nerves!” he yelped.

Luna smiled, suppressing the giggle that was meant to accompany it. Her fingers were now slyly wrapped around his painfully hard hog, the sweaty meat stick’s pronounced throbbing akin to a heaving chest in Luna’s eyes. Finally, it was relieved to be free. Her accompanying strokes were almost consolatory, her grip – although firm – didn’t sink much into his turgid flesh although it did a good job of squeezing out a bead of pre. The scent of raw lust fluttered into her nose – almost enough to make her eyes water. Meanwhile, her thong was soaking with the nectar-leaking geyser between her spread thighs, her love bud winking against the soft material. Her hand found its way to the base, where she hefted his length, bringing it to her face. A self-degrading act followed, rubbing it against her face and cheeks, smearing herself with his pre and sweat, marking herself with his scent; her twat aching for the length in her hand. If Cadance hadn’t interrupted, her poor, aching snatch may have already got its wish. However, despite how blue – both literally and metaphorically – her cunt was, she couldn’t bring herself to devote time anywhere else but the vascular, veiny spear twitching against her cheek.

“What the heck was that?”

“S-sorry, uh… L… S… M… O! LSMO, that’s it. I get it from time to time. Soldier problem, I think. So... you were saying?”

She sighed, exasperated. “I was worried I’d have to search the entire castle to find you. I guess I’m just lucky I didn’t have to wait until you reappeared back in our room to see you again,” she continued. Luna didn’t have to see to know Cadance was sporting a look of disappointment. “You know, Luna is looking for you too. In fact, she was out of the door before even I was.”

“Was s-she?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

Luna smiled knowingly. Little did Cadance know... Luna kept pumping up and down Shining’s virile cock, slow enough to not overwhelm the unicorn with pleasure and reveal herself. When her gliding hands reached the medial ring she simply stopped and squeezed it for a few seconds, careful not to go overboard with teasing such a sensitive spot before she continued pumping his impressive length. All the while, her nostrils flared as she absorbed his scene, some droplets of precum landing square on her breasts, her mouth within a tempting distance. She licked her lips, slowly inching her way forwards...

“She cares for you, you know?” Cadance replied, disappointed.

“S-she does?” he asked, seemingly unable to do anything else but ask questions.

Cadance scoffed. “Don’t play coy, Shining. We don’t see a lot of her, but it’s clear from the way she looks at you whenever we do that you’re much more important to her than you realise.”

Luna paused, just as she was about to plant a kiss on the tip of Shining’s cock, the pulsating organ eager for it. Did… did Cadance see it? Were her feelings for Shining that obvious? Well, of course Cadance would notice. She embodied love. Yet, if she knew, why send Shining right to her?

“I am?” he asked, dumbly.

Cadance sighed, loud and frustrated. “Of course you are! You shared the same room for almost an entire year. You bonded, connected, all the while sharing a unique experience together. You probably know more about her than anypony alive if you exclude her sister. You’re friends. And, if Celestia is to be believed, you might be her only-” she stopped mid-sentence, the slap that followed obviously Cadance’s own hand flying to her mouth.

“You’ve been asking Celestia about her?” Shining asked, although his tone was different from before – sincere. “Why would you do that?”

“I… I know I shouldn’t. But, well… I mean… I don’t pity her. I have too much respect for her to feel anything like that. But, you know me. I’m a stickler for good relationships – not so much a fan of unhealthy ones. I think it would be good for her to see you more often.”

“Is… i-is that a g-good idea?”

She tutted playfully. “C’mon, Shiny. She doesn’t bite!”

“Ahh!” he croaked.

Indeed, she didn’t. Following Cadance’s remark, Luna dragged her tongue up the broad, flat tip of Shining’s stallionhood. A pea-sized bead of musky pre was smeared across her doting tongue just as it left his indented urethra, the intoxicating taste of his essence prompting her to rush straight back in with another lick. It far surpassed the facsimile of the taste in his dreams, her legs quivering as she started to satisfy some of her near-insatiable addiction. Her jaw opened wide, teasing the thickest part of his dick against her lips, staining the ridge with a blue colour. She hoped to have her lips entirely cleaned of lipstick by the time she was done, preferring much instead to see it smeared all down the length of his monster cock. Throwing her head forwards, she managed to wrap his crown with her lips, having the tip of his impressive member resting on her tongue.

Cadance giggled. “She’s not scary either. I thought she was your friend?”

“She was- is,” he corrected, “just a friend, nothing more! Just a good friend.”

“But are you?” she asked, pointedly. “What would Twilight say about you two? Would she be proud of your friendship with her?”

“I don’t q-quite know,” he answered, which made Luna smile around his turgid sceptre.

Her tongue worked circles around his flare, her fingers handing on the rest of his shaft, each twitch and throb rewarding her with more of his precious nut honey, the musky liquid replacing her spit in covering the tip. She rested a hand on his tensed thigh, using it for leverage as she attempted to feed herself more his thick sausage, the hilt the finish line of the obscene race. This part was admittedly easier in the dreams but far more rewarding in reality. The feeling of strain on her jaw, feeling it inch further and further towards her gullet until she felt it in her throat, the twitches and pulsations a silent approval from his body. The struggle just made her feel more deserving of the creamy surprise destined for her belly.

“Well I do,” Cadance replied, judgemental. “I think you could do a little better.”

“What do you s-suggest??”

“It wouldn’t hurt you to send her a letter every now and again, come down to Canterlot more with me. It certainly wouldn’t hurt you to have breakfast with her tomorrow, have a conversation, maybe even share a hug over the memories you share,” she beseeched.

Better to bond over a blowjob than a hug, that was Luna’s current sentiment as she struggled to choke down every last inch of Shining’s meaty ramrod. She managed to lodge half of it down her throat before she felt a hand wrap around her horn, holding her steady and in place, stopping her from advancing any further down Shining’s breeding stick. She felt her cheeks begin to burn as air struggled to find its way into her lungs, breathing in trickles of oxygen and potent pheromones through her flared nostrils.

“I will,” Shining promised. “I’ll see her first thing in the m-morning.”

“You will?” Cadance sounded hopeful, meanwhile, Luna was starting to lose hers as black begun to creep down her vision.

“Definitely. B-but can I have some time… alone… t-to think?”

Every word was accompanied by a throb, his organ thickening just enough with each one to deprive her of even more air. Despite her dire straits, her clit was winking furiously, her panties heavy and wet with her mare juice. It was indescribable, every sense she had was devoted to the stallion sitting before her - taste, touch, sight, smell and hearing, the alicorn swearing she could hear the beat of his pulse through the cock in her maw. She was melting into him.

“Okay. I’ll give you a moment alone,” she giggled, “just try to make it back for dessert - same goes for Luna. Tell her if you see her.”

“W-will do!”

Her ears pricked. Thump. Thump. Thump. Creak. Click. She felt his grip loosen around her spiralled horn, where instead of retreating backwards for air against her reflexes, she swung her head forwards, driven by desire. With Cadance gone she could finally hear him moan, his hips angling upwards as Luna finally buried every turgid inch of his mottled dick down her strained gullet. Now she truly chocked, tears streaming down her cheeks as her throat canal stretched out by his immense crown as it flared deep down her windpipe, raping herself as she fought against her instinct to survive, wanting only to fill her belly with Shining’s potent creamy white seed.

Each thick and slimy load that slid down her throat provoked a shiver from her. She could feel the warmth in her belly, wondering if she would be able to hear the slosh of his seminal essence when she would eventually stand - although she would prefer to remain kneeled, if it meant having him lodged inside of her. The only thing she lamented was being unable to taste his musky flavour, the slight saltiness of his fertile slime even in her imagination was enough to make her cunt quiver and clench around his phantom length. Still, the weight of such potent loads landing in her stomach triggered an unexpected reaction from her. The gargled moaning and quivering of her thighs, combined with the fervent winking of her twat button and spewing of juices through her thong, was none more than her body undergoing the strongest orgasm of her very long-lived life. It struck her like a thunderbolt, every dollop of cum triggering another blissful shiver and pang, aftershocks of ecstasy...

Unfortunately, all good things came to an end, especially when forced by the bodily whim to live. Her lungs felt like crushed like cans, desperate for a life-saving breath. She lurched backwards, his cock sliding out of her throat. She gasped, the first breath of air bringing colour back to her vision. However, Shining’s balls weren’t drained quite yet of potent seed, and just as was able to breathe again her throat was clogged by one final thick spurt of semen that was shot straight into her panting mouth. She coughed it up back into her mouth, where it pooled on her tongue, giving her time to savour the flavour before she could gulp it down with a satisfied sigh. Some of the excess jizzism dripped to the floor, but most of it had dribbled down from her lips onto her heaving breasts – the obscene brand of a shameless whore.

As she rested her head against his lipstick-stained cock; the last remnants of cum oozing from the flare, a dumb slutty beam on her face as she rubbed her cheek against it. However, an interior feeling fought with her baseness. A worry, a fear. Her fingers lightly squeezed into his muscled thigh, her smile faltering only slightly as the facade of a harlot began to lessen in intensity, making way for just a tincture of shame.

“I can’t... believe... you did that...” Shining scolded between deep, heaving breaths.

Between his legs, Luna couldn’t see the expression he wore. Was it purely disappointment or was a glimmer of satisfaction there too? What face did her beloved wear because of her daring. The night princess could only guess, and she said nothing in reply, indecisive on whether to apologise or assert that he liked it – both would have been correct, yet she struggled with which identity she wished to maintain. Luna, or the Luna which would please him the greatest, the one in his dreams and the one which got him to kiss her with the passion of a lover. It was the difference between honesty and lying, one was right but the other felt so good.

After a few minutes, both having reached the end of their respective afterglows, Luna crawled out from under the desk as Shining repacked his limp dick and slipped on his red tunic – hiding the pit strains and trying to make himself look possessing of some semblance of composure. Luna, meanwhile, had a much more difficult task ahead of her. Cleaning up the semen was easy – and enjoyable – enough, making use of her fingers and eager maw, the difficulties came with the mess betwixt her legs. The inside of her thighs were matted down with her juices, the aroma of her orgasm and feminine essences fluttered into her nostrils. It would take more than spit and busy thumb to wipe away such a mess.

“I think I’ll have to retire for the night,” Luna informed, disappointment; adjusting her dress to appear modest as she followed her stallion, even if such a thing was futile in her choice of garment.

“Okay,” Shining replied, straightening his sleeve as he walked towards the office door.

Luna followed, frowning. His passiveness was warranted she supposed, yet she didn’t expect it. Not now. However, the unicorn halted, his hand hovering near the handle. A sigh escaped his lips, and he turned to face her.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be cold, I just… I… I don’t know if what I feel for you is fleeting, or if it’s genuine,” he explained calmly, a sad smile on his lips. “But I promise you Luna, I won’t abandon this. I won’t abandon you.”

Luna was taken aback. So there was a chance. A chance for them to become something. “You… you really mean that?”

“Yes,” he assured, reaching out for her face, cupping her cheek. “I just need time to think. Just don’t… expect us to elope or anything.”

A smile found its way back to her face as she leaned into his touch. “That’s fine. Anything is, so long as I’m with you.”

He rubbed a thumb across her cheek before bringing his arm back to his side, his teeth bared as he met her simper with a warm one. “I’m glad. I’ll see you tomorrow then. For breakfast?”

“I can’t wait,” Luna agreed, eager.

They then left the room together, splitting off to head their separate ways, Luna to clean up, Shining to maintain the facade of faithfulness. Luna felt more and more righteous in her decision to go down this path, even if guilt nipped at her hooves. As she sauntered back to her chambers, a brilliant smile appearing on her lips. She wondered what he would dream of tonight, hoping herself to be the sole star of his night sky…

Chapter 4 - Young flesh And Liar’s Breast

Shining grinned at the sight of Luna approaching the bed. There was always something humorous about the sight of a monarch in pyjamas. They weren’t fancy. Just some old clothes he scrounged to give her. A pair of loose shorts that seemed always to droop on one side of her slim waist, his oversized shirt leaving absolutely everything to the imagination as it failed to hug any part of her effectively. Still, it beat having to wear only a bra and panties. He also doubted he could get used to the awkwardness of such an arrangement otherwise. She hopped on with him, sitting cross-legged and adjacent to him, hands on her ankles as she leaned forwards – eager.

“So,” she began, inching closer still, eyes twinkling with a curiousness he had grown familiar with, “what’s it like out there?”

Shining chuckled, giving a half shrug as he shook his hand in a middling gesture. “You know: same old, same old.”

“C’mooooon, surely you have something,” she moaned at him, wearing a petulant frown at the end of her raised muzzle – a sight Shining found adorable.

“One more day, Luna,” Shining informed, raising his hand and finger to accentuate this. “You can see the whole world for yourself tomorrow, so you don’t need me anymore.”

“But I like hearing you explain things...” Luna muttered as her frown deepened, looking off to the side, her expression tightening in thought before looking back to him; eyes glinting. “Then what about your day? I like hearing that too.”

“Same old, same old,” he replied, lips pulling back into a smirk.

“You’re telling me nothing happened worth talking about?” Luna inquired, disbelieving.

“That’s what happens when you live in a constant routine, things are… samey,” he offered. It wasn’t an excuse, a simple statement of fact. Although he knew Luna wouldn’t be satisfied with such an answer, which was clear to him already from the crossing of her arms.

“Then… what about other ponies?” he probed, her eyes glinting, hopeful. “Your sister sounds nice. Your mom, your dad. What about your friends?”

Shining’s cheeks took on a rosy hue. “Well, I don’t have much besides you nowadays in the ways of friends. Although...” he trailed off, cupping his chin in consideration, “there is one pony I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Oh?” Luna’s interest was sparked at the prospect like he knew it would. “Who is he?”

“She,” he corrected, a dreamy smile taking its place at the end of his muzzle, which had the odd reaction of making Luna’s falter. “She was my sister’s babysitter for a while. Coming to the castle every day to watch over you, I’ve run into her in the hall passing by her office in the embassy wing. Her name is Cadance. Haven’t quite worked up the nerve to say her name without ‘Princess’ yet to her face but there’s plenty of time for that.”

He felt like he shouldn’t have noticed, but he did. The more he spoke, even when his own expression became humoured, her cordial grin became more and more pained – visibly forced. He was struck with clarity. He was only just living out the moment, yet he felt something was wrong. Was he not supposed to see the hurt on her face?

“What… what’s she like?” she asked him, reservedly.

“She’s… she’s nice,” he answered, although he remembered himself saying more, and gushing. Wait. Remembered. Like a memory. A realisation struck him. “Luna?”

The princess blinked. “Yes?”

“Do you like me?” he asked, blunt and with wariness. A part of him cautiously clinging to the idea that his sense of deja vu was misplaced. “More than a friend, I mean.”

She recoiled, her mouth opening and closing as strangled choruses of chock escaped her throat – her blue cheeks now purple with a flush. “W-whatever gave y-you that idea?!” she stammered, lying not one of her primary skills.

He had no memory of this nor her reaction. He was dreaming. His brows met in the middle of his head. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Luna gulped, recomposing herself back to normalcy, reluctantly meeting the unicorn’s gaze. “The moment was never… right. Not when I’m a prisoner, even if my cage is gilded. I was going to wait until I was free. Truly free, to tell you.”

If this was a dream, he was essentially talking to himself right now. But still, was there anything to what she was saying? One there really only a day difference between a future with Cadance, and one with Luna? He frowned at the thought, directing his gaze to the side. “I see…”

“Could you...” Luna began, discontinuing partway.

Shining looked back at her, his curiosity piqued. “‘Could I’, what?”

“Could you… love me?” she asked.

The poignancy of her question surprised him in one regard. He wasn’t taken aback by it. He thought about it. Could he love her? Like he loved Cadance all those years. It was an all-encompassing question, applicable to the past and present. Whatever answer he gave to her was as much for his own benefit as it was hers. He took a breath, straightening his pack.“Yes. I can love you, Luna. In fact… I think I already do.”

The answer smacked the air from out of her lungs, her lips breaking apart into a wide beam that fanned a warmth in the unicorn’s chest. Even for a dream, the sincerity of Luna’s joy did not fail to provoke a genuine reaction from him. Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes, the purest and most sublime tier of happiness on her face – true rapture, if he had ever seen it. He then barely had time to react as she threw herself at him, reaching out just in time to catch her in his arms. He fell backwards as she nuzzled into the sanctity of his neck; her fingers latched to his broad shoulders, not ready to let go anytime soon. He rolled his eyes, reciprocating her show of affection by wrapping his arms around her back, pressing his cheek against the top of her powdery blue mane.

The embrace was quaint, comforting. It also grew a pittance of pride in his chest. There he was, dreaming lucid, yet the extent of his imagination was a hug. His lack of embarrassment about such a fact surprised him too. He could have drifted off right then and there if not for the fact he was already dreaming. What would do, he wondered. A dream with a dream? How ridiculous. Maybe he could ask Luna. She knows about dreams...

The alicorn pulled away after a while. Shining wondered where his subconscious was going to take him. However, when he met her eyes once again, there was something about them that seemed different than just a few moments ago. Same colour, same look, but somehow… older, familiar.

“Want me to prove my feelings?” she asked coyly, her fingers released his shoulders and moved down to his chest as she pushed herself upwards. He realised where she had straddled him. He could feel her heat permeate against his crotch.

“L-Luna?” he probed. He remembered this feeling of loss, confusion, the unsure of whether or not the mare before him was truly who she said she was.

“Who else?” she said, her words marked by a sly smile, uncharacteristically salacious of such a young mare.

He was at a loss for words, the vixen straddling him didn’t feel like a concoction of his mind. The present-day Luna, maybe, with her flared hips and large bouncing bosom. However, this version of the Princess, slender and short, cute and meek, filled with a distinct feeling of taboo. Those feelings quickly became inconsequential when she started to grind her crotch down into his, snuggling together their genitals in pleasurable friction, the unicorn wincing away from her sultry-eyed gaze. Her hands took to exploring him, her fingers strangely intimate and familiar. Shining raised his arms as she peeled his tatty shirt off his muscled torso, tossing it aside, her grin large and prurient as she did the same to her own oversized garment. She couldn’t have been more than an A-cup, her breasts barely filling out the bra she wore yet Shining couldn’t tear his eyes away. There was something encouraging about her look, enabling him to reach out and glide his hands with caring down her sides, stopping at her slim waist.

His erection began to pour from its home, inching its way towards the waistband of his undies. At the same time, he felt the slight wetness of her cross bleed through the thin material of his underwear, his nostrils picking of the dense aroma of their mixed arousals, just as it was in his prior dreams. As soon as his cock peeked from his boxers, her fingers were quick to coil around it. Despite how early into their relationship they were at this point, he noted the familiarity with which she gripped his pike – like a soldier gripping the hilt of a weapon for which they were acquainted.

“It gets bigger than this?” Luna asked innocently, his ‘weapon’ growing steadily in her delicate fingers.

“A bit,” he answered humbly, carnal magma coursing like a riptide into his veins, engorging his stallionhood in her nimble fingers.

As it grew, the alicorn stroked all the along his length until her thumb could no longer graze her index finger, chewing her lip as she simply watched it grow, her mouth forming an ‘O’ shape when it throbbed at its max-length – her awe making him twitch.

“It’s so big!” she remarked, wide-eyed and flushed.

Shining, more versed in the language of battle than that of the bedroom, simply grinned with pride at the princess’ ruttish attraction towards his organ. She then gripped it again – more tentatively this time, utilising both of her hands to properly grasp his meaty broadness. The twitch of it was enough to make her flinch but she was resolute in gripping his eager tubesteak thereafter, stroking up the vascular pipe with her thumbs pushing up against the urethra, forcing out a fat glob of his musky essence.

“I want this inside of me,” she made known, her voice laced with an authoritative edge as she locked eyes with the cock’s owner.

Shining could drown in her deep blue hues, her eyes betraying her years as he sensed her millennium-long need for a fat cock in her snatch. His grin had maintained itself, and instead of refusing the princess’ lusty needs – which was the sensible option – his fingers hooked around the sides of her panties, rolling them down to her touching knees. Uncovered, the full heat of her sodden cunny wrapped around his dick before even her pussy did, his shaft pulsing eagerly for her pristine slit. Unprompted by words, the palm of her hand made a touchdown on his spongy cocktip, her fingers softly gripping the ridge of flare as she raised her hips, angling the tip towards her winking pussy. His hands held onto his hips as she lowered herself, his jaw clenching as his dick made contact with her slit, his broad cap too wide to simply slide into her despite the amount of honey drooling from her hole. The sounds of her exertion were adorable sounding as she tried forcing her hips downwards, steadily applying more and more pressure until her legs trembled.

“Ahh!” They gasped in unison when she finally forced the first inch inside of her. The fat cock split her dark and puffy walls apart, the turgid fuckmeat soon swallowed inch by inch into the soaked trench between the princess’ clenched thighs. Shining had tunnelled into the princess’ hole in past dreams but this one was the most vivid by far, the vice-like tightness of her pink, velveteen walls causing him to tighten his grip around her slender waist; trying to resist the urge to slam her all the way down to his hilt. Luna climbed down his shaft at a measured pace, her sodden insides hugging and squeezing around his every inch as her expression of surprise gradually turned into one of ecstasy as the glob-spewing tip of the soldier’s member knocked against her cervix.

“I can feel every inch of you,” Luna spoke with a lolled tongue, her whorish visage in great contrast to the youthful face that wore it.

“Not every inch,” Shining corrected. His hilt was still bare to warm air of the room, forlorn for the snugness of Luna’s cunt.

Luna smirked with reddened cheeks. Similar to before, Shining felt her push down against him, less trepidation despite the pain that would probably follow. With a hiss through her gritted teeth and an arch from her back, she forced the flare into her womb, her foal box tightening around the girthy intruder as she buried Shining balls deep into her constricting canal. The sensation made Shining moan, throbbing inside her womb as his hands relocated to her ass, sinking his fingers into her plush rear as he waited eagerly for what came next.

Slowly, Luna’s hips climbed back up Shining’s vascular pike, the mare moaning at the sensation of his thick organ scraping her insides. However, she could not even wait until reaching the tip until she slammed back down to the base, baring only half of Shining’s meat before swallowing it whole once again. Thereafter, Luna established a sexual mantra, her rhythm fast, downright greedy for the cock already embedded within her as the sound of wet, slapping flesh resonated throughout the room. Shining had no complaints about her methodology, not that he was looking for them, knowing that his pelvis was more than strong enough to take the full assault of her eager slamming hips. His hands groped and squeezed her rump whilst she pleasured him, coyly hoping that the dream would continue long after his approaching climax so that he could run his elephantine shlong between the princess’ soft buns.

“I want to memorise every vein of your cock, Shining. I’ll ride it every single night until I do!” Her voice carried across her unfiltered rapture, her pussy lips squeezing tightly the prime hog penetrating her tight fuckhole.

It was difficult to deny such enthusiasm. His hands, which were still glued to her waist, became useful for leverage as he began to throw his hips up towards her – his teeth grit as a carnal explosion resonated in his chest. It was still a dream but the sensation of his heart punching against his ribcage didn’t feel real. The sound of wet flesh on flesh only increased in volume as Shining’s driven thrusting strengthened in intensity, a sudden fulmination of sex that coincided with Luna’s howl of ecstasy. In his stomach he felt a spring tightening, his balls sloshing with a newfound fullness as his cock thickened within her, pushing each plump vein to the surface as his orgasm rapidly approached.

“Do it! Fill my womb!” Her voice followed her increased clenching, her clinching marehood weeping with pleasured joy all over his crotch as her pleasure’s zenith rapidly approached.

He didn’t need telling. His nostrils flared as a beastly instinct flowered within him. Acquiring the momentum from somewhere – perhaps the dream itself – he threw his torso forwards, Luna only exhibiting a split-second of surprise before it resumed its pleasured rictus. Now, his larger body loomed over her as her nails dug into his back. He rammed his slab of glazed fuckmeat deep into her twat, far deeper than their previous position afforded them as his length thickened and his churning nuts smacked against her slowly reddening ass. His hands roamed her, harshly squeezing and groping any slight curve he could find. He didn’t care about kissing, focusing his eyes instead on her blushing countenance, absorbing her look of ecstasy as he continued to plunge his blunt bulb deep within her.

He didn’t want it to end, not showing any signs of stopping even as he let out a curt grunt. Within Luna velvet-soft cunt, his cock flared, his urethra spewing out rope after rope deep into the receptive wet pussy. She quivered beneath him, her climax coinciding as she threw her head back to scream out in wordless delight of the rock-like column of meat inside of her. However, Shining’s hips did not slow. The dribbling jizz that leaked from Luna’s hole only helped accelerate his movements, effectively removing friction. His cum seemed to flow endlessly, his flared cock ensuring that most of his creamy white gift remained inside of her, only escaping when the pressure forced out some of the warm gooey overslow.

“Yes, yes! You never keep going!” Luna exclaimed, her fingers digging into his skin; her legs wrapping around his lower back.

Shining’s hips slowed somewhat, his thrusting still persistent. “What?” he asked, no real commitment in his voice, still focused on the pleasure.

“In past dreams, you were one and done. I never knew you had so much endurance.

“Luna? Luna?” Shining’s hands stopped roaming her, coming up to grip her shoulders; the fires of his arousal quickly extinguished. “Are you…?”

Luna didn’t reply, her still quivering hole serving in contrast to her shocked expression. “I...”

“Past dreams? What do you mean? Luna? Luna!” Shining raised his voice.

Before Luna even replied, Shining blinked, and she was gone. Replaced by darkness and a familiar ceiling. He sat up in his panic, patting the bed before he even knew where he was. He heard Cadance groan in her sleep, his head turning just to see her turn over and away from him – still deep in slumber. His breathing was heavy, the realisation knocking the air out of his lungs as he pulled the covers off his legs and leapt out of bed. He was many things at that moment. He described himself as an adulterer, a liar, and a waste of air, fur and flesh. However, with the clenching of his fists, the tightening of his jaw under moonlight from the window, he was one thing above all: angry.

Author's Note

A revelation! I wonder how shining will act upon his discovery. ;)
2 more chapters left until the ending(s)
Yes, plural. :)

Chapter 5 - Broken Verse

Shining marched, wearing only his breeches, down the corridor. He received odd looks from the guards at their posts, many of whom were hesitant to stop or question the stallion they once called ‘Captain’. Past position aside, many were stayed by the strength of his fury – his head all but on fire from his anger. A lot of them came only half-close to intervening in his mounting rampage as a result, many simply opting to remain stoic and motionless as he passed them by. None could possibly know what his intentions were, seeing him turn a corner out of their view and therefore their care. Only he knew his destination and he was getting close.

He was honing on a pair of grand doors, two stallions clad in dark violet armour flanking either side; their amber irises locked onto his approach with concern.

The guard closest to Shining raised his hand a few inches away from his bare chest, fixing a stern gaze upon him before sternly speaking, “Sir, you can’t-”

Shining swat the guard’s raised hand out of the way before snapping. “Do you want to cause a diplomatic incident, soldier? If not, then stay out of my way.” As the two stallions tensed up, their hands tightening around their spears as Shining remained rooted, his jaw clenched as his eyes focused between them.

Suddenly, the door clicked open, each set of eyes flying to the small crack in the door as a familiar body came within view. Princess Luna obscured half of her voluptuous frame behind the door, looking out with pursed lips at the three stallions. What little she exposed of herself was scandalous. Her see-through nightie hung down from her shoulders, stretching over her immense pillowy breasts that, despite hiding behind a struggling bra, only helped to accentuate their provocative size. The hem of the nightie dropped halfway down her slim stomach, and eyes adhering to gravity would only go lower. Her panties were only a step-up from a thong, the lacy unmentionables clinging to her birthing hips with a thin periwinkle waistband, the material pulling taut against her pussy lips.

Either an attribute of supreme willpower or familiarity with the princess’ half-nude body, the guard who tried to halt Shining’s advance lowered his head submissively, no blush appearing on his grey cheeks. “Princess Luna, we were-”

“Let him in.” Her command was delivered without delay, and her departure from the doorway was equally as swift.

Without a word the two stallions straightened their backs as well as their spears, assuming their statue-like posture and acting as though Shining wasn’t there. He huffed out his nostrils, striding into the princess’ chamber and turning to close the door behind him. He took a small, grounding breath before he turned around. She was sitting with her legs hanging over at the foot of her bed, her eyes averted from his. He made a few deliberate steps towards her, his hooves echoing off the smooth patterned floor, coming to a stop halve a dozen feet from her.

She spoke up first, quiet, reluctant. “You probably have questions, Shining.”

“I have more than questions, Princess,” he spat his reply, tone sharp.

She winced at his voice, pain evident on her features when he emphasised her title – distance. “I never meant-”

“To get caught?” he interrupted, crossing his arms with a scowl. “I never really dreamt about you, did I?”

Luna didn’t reply, cringing and shrinking into herself even further.

Shining scoffed derisively. “I never thought you’d be capable of something like this. I never knew you of all ponies would be so… pathetic.”

Her eyes slammed wide open at that, her jaw trembling as she rose from the bed, pointing at him. “You wanted me!”

“Only because you forced it into my head!” he countered.

“I only emphasised thoughts that were already there!” she parried, taking another step towards him.

“You raped me!” he snarled, his arms falling from his chest.

“Because you actually wanted it!” she shot back, realising her error almost immediately as she backed away a little, raising her palms.

He seemed to recoil at that, his features falling as revulsion took the place of anger. “You… you’re insane.”

She forced a smile to her face, trying to inch closer to him. “We can forget all about this. It can be a mistake of the past if you let it be. Remember what you said in the dream. You love me. You. Love. Me.”

Shining didn’t know what to feel at that moment, too many emotions trying to cram themselves into his chest all at once. Forcing himself to look at her face, he slowly shook his head. “I… I loved the mare I thought you were. Long ago. Not now. Not… this. I’m going to tell Cadance everything as soon as she wakes up. We’re leaving in the afternoon. And I don’t ever want to see your face again.”

He intended to leave the broken mare there, turning and ready to head towards the door. However, he was suddenly halted in place. From behind, arm coiled around his stomach, her large mammaries pushing into his back. Her other hand glided down his bare stomach, her fingers sliding into his breeches. They aimed for his sheath, massing into the bundle of flesh, drawing circles around his sheathed cockhead. Shining remained motionless with the exception of his clenching jaw and his flaring nostrils.

“Just fuck me Shining,” she cooed, nuzzling into his neck from behind. “That’s all I want. You’ll change your mind if you just-”

Her words were suddenly stuck in her throat, a strangled gasp replacing them. Shining had turned so suddenly and roughly, that she couldn’t react in time. His staunch fingers coiled around her neck, forcing her away in one sudden push. Her hooves were quick to walk herself backwards as she tried to pull his hand off of her neck. He didn’t let go, even as her cheeks began to flush purple with airlessness.

They soon arrived at their shared destination. He pushed her onto the bed, the princess gasping as her throat was released and she greedily suckled in oxygen; her large breasts rising and falling as she panted. Shining showed no apparent care, his fingers untying the small yet strong knot that kept his breeches up. He eyed her with contempt as he flipped the alicorn onto her belly. Luna was still too out of it to realise what was happening, deliriously looking over her shoulder just in time for his frame to land on her back, his hands latching onto her wrists, keeping them in place.

“W-what are you doing?” she stammered, trying to pull free of his iron grip.

She soon received an answer of sorts, his half-mast shaft nestling itself between her great blue valley – grinding his cock up against her wrinkled ponut to knock her tail aside before pushing against her plump twat, hot magma engorging his dick to slowly to hardness. The plump blood highways running along the length of his member were pushed to the surface of his turgid skin as it swelled, anger and lust coursing through his veins.

“This is it right? This is what you wanted?” he growled right into her ear, his throbbing pipe of meat prodding at the gash between her thighs.

“Don’t. Not like this!” she whimpered, grimacing, trying to wiggle her vulnerable pussy away from his prodding rod.

“Then stop me! Prove all that alicorn might and magic isn’t just for show. You’re stronger than me – use it!”

Already, liquid musk secreted from his indented tip as he angled his stallionhood towards her plump marelips. Her slit was unprepared for such a hefty intruder, Shining’s scant smearing of his pre doing very little to prepare Luna for his girth – not that he cared what she wanted. His flat bulb soon pushed itself against her entryway, splinting her apart like a dark blue sea, her silk-soft pink walls giving way for Shining’s ramrod as he force-fed the broad cap of his cock into her violated flower – the tension inevitably snapping the thin panty material blocking him.

She hissed at the pain, continuing her flaccid defence. He rammed a few more of his inches inside of her, and they had no choice but to swallow them, her canal squeezing down around his circumference in a futile attempt to force him out. All that did was increase the pleasure of the taboo act, his grey-skinned member twitching out more marbles of his musky essence inside as a result. Shining couldn’t deny what he was doing, especially now that he was doing it, yet he felt nothing when looking upon her moistening eyes and pained grimace. He realised how much more real her pathetic cunt felt in comparison to the dream, the liquid fire in his veins carrying his lustful directly into his cock; his rock solid bulk of dick pleading for its owner to breed the defenceless twat. She had done a real number on him, mentally. He hated every fibre of her being yet he couldn’t deny the lust he felt being sincere. He didn’t just want revenge, he wanted to fuck.

There was no sensuality in the movement of his hips, the angled ram may as well have been the brutal jab of a feral beast. A low throaty moan sounded from his gullet when his hips finally met her bubble butt, forcing his flare into her womb as he did in the dream, wearing Luna around his shaft like a living puppet as she squirmed in extreme discomfort. He could already feel his balls ache for release, his sloshing seed bags eager to defile the princess’ sacred chamber with a thick coat of white cream. He yanked his tool, catching his tip on her cervix, before doing it again, ignoring her cry of pain as he dragged his meat out to the tip of the luxuriously soft tunnel.

Luna could do nothing because she had already lost. It was painful, being impaled so suddenly, yet euphoria basked alongside the pain. When she felt Shining’s hot breath snort into the back of her neck, making her feel like some kind of mounted animal, she acted on reflex and pushed back against him. She felt the bliss in her stomach, a broad smile coming to her face as she listened to the wet slaps behind her. He was fucking her sodden cunt roughly- no, passionately. He was making love to her in the real world, giving her what she wanted from the very beginning. The wide tip of his mammoth member stretched and used her cunt for its intended purpose and she loved it, almost as much as she loved the stallion behind her.

Shining hated the expression on her face but didn’t want to stop the pleasurable tingles. His thick dick now moved cycled in and out of her clenching tunnel like a piston, aided both by his own slick pre and her growing wetness. As the long supple ramrod dived deep, time and time again, the carnal symphony grew louder. Wet flesh on flesh and the hollow slap of balls sounded out loud alongside determined grunts and Luna’s pleasured moaning. His tempo was continuous and hateful, the sound of her heavy butt colliding with his hips the closest there was to a ‘beat’ in this particular song. The thickest swell of his cock pushed into her g-spot on each angled thrust, her resulting spasms accentuated his own pleasure. Shining was experiencing bliss, but also impatience, wanting each root-deep plunge to result in his orgasm. He was sure her growing enjoyment was merely an act of spite her recent actions clearly proved otherwise. He released her wrists, not surprised to see she remained reciprocal beneath him. He placed one hand on her shoulder, pushing the other down on the back of her head into the sheets, hiding her jubilant beam under his careless hand.

The response from her was a pronounced pussy clench, her soft, malleable walls working a soft sensual massage around his prick. Not that he acknowledged the sensation in any other way than a reluctant groan, his looping hips somehow picking up in pace, his brutalist rhythm battering her sore pussy. The intricate sensations of her divinity bringing him closer and closer to popping, the exhilaration of stealing sex from her voluptuous body was almost too much to handle, his lust-driven hips lingering just a little longer against her butt as he arrived ever closer to his zenith. Beneath them, Luna’s winkling clit flicked mare nectar out onto the sheets, the squirt of her feminine juices a telltale sign of her encroaching climax if the volume of her pleasured screams and increased clenches were not big enough of a tell. She was ready for the warm flood of cum, the tingles in her trench were already enough but she held on through sheer willpower, wanting their first time to be special.

With a gasp and a vicious slam, Shining buried his massive member to the hilt. Inside of her womb, his tip flared to its full size as he seared her insides with endless ropes of his virile cum. His vascular shaft throbbed with the streaks of semen that coursed up it, pumping ounce after ounce into her belly. She wished she had been louder when she received it, yet the orgasm she received was so powerful it knocked the air out of her lungs, leaving her panting under Shining’s hand as she felt full, like after eating a hot dinner. Their shared orgasm left them glued together, chest and back, as they both seized up to savour it.

After depositing his seed, the best part of the climax behind him, he slid out of her frictionless cunt with a ‘pop’ – cum and pussy juice trickled from her raped pussy in a dreamy-like drool. Her fingers gripped onto the sheets, ruffling them to her face as she felt him get off, her cum-receptacle of a cunt aching with both pain and satisfaction. She wore a tired smile when she heard his hooves make contact with the floor, biting her lower lip.

Meanwhile, he didn’t even cast her a look as he shoved his organ back down into his breeches, deftly tying the knot back together and promptly turning his back on her. As he prepared to leave, he didn’t even know what he felt like after that. It wasn’t a win, nor did it feel like the right thing. He felt… empty. He was determined to tell Cadance everything and prepare for whatever punishment he’d receive. That was the right thing to do, that much he knew...

He needed a nap.

Chapter 6: Three Way Split

He stood in the middle of a void, a dark room with walls he couldn’t see, white light twinkled in static suspension in the air. The place felt both familiar and foreign to Shining, his brain denying his attempts to dispel any connection to the place. His hooves were also rooted down on some ocean that he couldn’t sink into, the ripples softly tickling the underside of them. Without thinking, he took an immediate step forward. When he felt his thigh brush against the other he immediately halted, looking from the myriad lights to his own body – stark white and bare naked, his large sheath and sack grazed by the tepid air of the mysterious realm. This had the effect of shocking him with lucidity, his hands shooting to cover his groin as he looked around frantically. His confusion quickly gave way to clarity, then anger, his hands detaching from his groin to clench at his sides.

“Luna!” he barked, wearing a scowl, looking around for her familiar frame. “I know this is you. What did I say?”

“Oh, you didn’t need to say anything.” The sultry voice surrounded from all around him, worming its way into his ears. “You did plenty.”

Shining clenched his jaw, still trying to look for her somewhere amongst the dark, speaking to her unseen form. “If you’re trying to guilt me, then-”

“Guilt? What do you have to feel guilty about?” She asked, sounding closer and closer, her voice almost coming to embrace him. “You couldn’t hold yourself back.”

Shining resisted a full-blown wince. The lack of any discernable coyness in her voice had the uncanny effect of driving a nail of compunction into his heart. “From what? Say it,” he beseeched, continuing to look around for her despite knowing the futility of such.

“From making love to me.” Her reply echoed out after a short pause, her omnipresent voice warm in its tone.

Despite that, Shining felt a chill travel up his spine, the cold of which doused his burning fury. Something about her reply, either it’s wording or awry content, scared him. He stopped searching for her, completely still, speaking after a pregnant bout of silence. “What?”

From the hugging dark, a pair of arms wrapped around his stomach from behind. The act surprised him into stillness, a pair of familiarly large breasts pressed into his back as he was embraced from behind. Soft lips brushed against his neck, the nimble fingers of the mare behind him brushing into his white coat, slowly inching low across his abdomen to his waist; her lips parting after a tense moment. “It was flattering. I thought you’d react a lot worse to the news. But you were unable to resist me after realising your true feelings.”

Her hands were trailing awful low for Shining, her fingers almost close enough to brush his sheath. His disbelief and shock had worn off enough for him to yank himself free of her hold, pivoting around to look upon her; taking a few cautious steps back. It was Luna, her naked body as visible as he was despite the low light. Her expression was devoid of hurt, or sadism, her small smile acting as a dam to the unfathomable amount of happiness filtering through it. Shining had no idea why her apparent joy terrified him, causing him to take a step back with every hip-swaying step she took towards him.

He raised his hands up instinctively, hoping he would stop her slow advance. “Luna, I know I can’t take back what I did to you.”

“All is forgiven, my love. Tempers were high, I know that, so I understand. But in truth: I forgave you the moment you were inside of me,” she assured, smiling both sweet and lustily in his direction.

Her sugar-coated smile did little to alleviate him. He was convinced of her forgiveness but she ascribed fault to the wrong thing, which did ample to increase his worry. “I… I forced myself upon you.”

“You mean rape?” she smirked with derision, shaking her head. “Call it what you want. But what I saw was a stallion with a huge and hard cock plunge balls deep into the mare he loves.”

The obscene description coupled with downplaying of his heinous act left him doubtful that the mare approaching him was actually Luna, yet the way she carried herself, the smile she wore, left him certain of the alicorn’s identity. Each stressed word made him cringe, trying to extinguish anything resembling arousal within him. “Are you mad?” He didn’t know what made the question fly so suddenly from his lips but he knew that he had to ask it regardless, meeting Luna’s blue eyes with a gaze of speculation.

“Mad? As in madly in love? Yes.” She grinned, coming to a stop, crossing her arms over the pair of fat pillows on her chest. “I have so much love for you within me, that one of me might now be enough.”

Then, without any indication, five other shapes approached him. He raised hands balled into clenched fists, scanning the shadows cautiously, ready to fight if need be, However, once the shapes formed themselves into something all too familiar, his hands reopened on reflex, unable to maintain his aggressive. “Celestia…” he muttered beneath his breath, even though they were anything but.

Five Lunas. All as buxom and beautiful and bare as the original. Unlike the sexy progenitor, they did not stop approaching him. Each one sported a grin, each possessing of unique subtlety to their countenance, the emotion that was emblazoned on each of their expressions was not hard to discern, however: longing. Even in the ever-expanding void they stood in, their combined lusts permeated in the air, striking Shining with an unwanted affliction. His blood started to boil again, although not with rage. When his sights fell between their legs, the insides of their thighs glistening clearly with their liquid lust, the scent of which forced its way into the ivory stallion’s nostrils.

Shining’s lips curled into a grimace as they neared, escape looking like an improbability as their encroaching circle shrank to a size where the Luna’s shoulders met. Their hands soon began to reach out, grabbing onto him – groping, molesting and roaming his nude body from all directions. He couldn’t see a way out without resorting to violence, which despite the situation, he still felt reluctant to do – either a symptom of still present guilt or because a part of him wanted things to proceed. One of the Luna’s groped his distended sack from between his thighs, her delicate fingers rolling his cum tanks between her eager feelers before squeezing the heaving pair, the sloshing churners receptive to her touch. That was just one of Luna's attentive hands. It was hard for him to pinpoint where on his body a hand wasn’t squeezing or groping in some fashion. His firm ass, his strong calves, broad shoulders and pecs were under assault by a gaggle of lusty mares. However, of the five, his eyes were focused on the Luna who stood in front of him. Her eyes silently plead for him, as did her body. With one hand, she made Shining look down on reflex, to where she spread her plump, leaking lips. The sight combined with the dense musk in the air kickstarted a part of his brain he tried to suppress. Her other hand put itself just above his crotch, her digits grazing just above his burdened sheath. Screwing up his expression, he tried to ignore what was happening, which consequently just exacerbated his condition. He could feel his sheath stretched apart as the bulbous cap of his member poured out from it. Already he could feel his rigid cock pulse, forcing out rivulets of his liquid musk to trickle from his pisshole. Try as he might, he could not slow the smouldering blood in his veins from pumping into his plump dick veins, the blood-filled highways pushed to the surface of his stallion meat, forcing his veiny cock to swell from the numerous Lunas and their lust-driven machinations.

He screwed his face into something even tighter once felt the soft fingers of the copy try to squeeze around his twitching tool, his girth forcing her fingers apart. The soft digits moved with an intimate familiarity up the vein-ridden skin of the shaft. They bumped over the plump circumference of his medial ring, squeeing at the halfway point of his member and stemming the flow of his pre, which forced the next throb of his cock to fire out a rope of his musky cock juice over the facsimile's slender stomach. It wasn’t long until he felt her moist tongue meet with his tip, the copy’s moan sounding out as a spurt of his pre landed on her extended muscle. Shining tried to ignore the pleasure of her swirling muscle, her dexterous tongue swirling itself around the tip, collecting every residue his dick squeezed from the blunt bulb. Despite the ecstasy of the sensation, he was able to keep his eyes shut, trying to hide his own bliss. However, not long after resolving to keep them shut, they opened in something of a reverse-flinch. More tongues joined the first, but not on his slab of cock meat...

He wore a mixture of revulsion and awe on his face. Looking down, before he even saw the adoring eyes of the Luna sloppily making out with his cock, he saw a Luna flicking her tongue over his nipple; moaning as she did so. The one to his immediate right also pushed her muzzle into his pit, deeply inhaling as she dragged under tongue over his masculine scent centre. Somewhere behind him, a tongue was moving over his fetlocks and hoof. And finally, the Luna who fondled his sack from behind flagged his tail to the side. He could barely seize up before the tip of her tongue forced its way inside of him, wiggling like a worm inside of his cavity, pushing against some unknown spot inside of him and causing his hips to buck against the front Luna's lips.

They were worshipping his body like an idol, moaning lewdly from their moistened mouths, debasing themselves to demonstrate their devotion. Shining could not deny his disgust, yet his member thickened to an even higher grade of rigidity as a result of their treatment. At the end of his blood-swollen appendage, the Luna that handled it smeared her face against the saliva and pre-covered tip, the next glob of his liquid musk drawing a glistening streak across her cheek. He noted that, similarly, the others nuzzled into the patches of spit they left. They looked euphoric as they did so, hoping for some of the male they consecrated with their fluids would rub off on them. The sheer taboo of seeing half of the Equestrian diarchy degrade themselves so – multiplied by five – was something only possible in the dream realm. The sheer depravity intensified his arousal, exacerbating the pleasure he was experiencing at both ends, however, he wasn’t entirely lost to his newfound pleasance.

He wrenched his eyes away from the kneeling Luna, looking up at the smug visage of the scene’s obscene director. She happily watched her copies service and humiliate themselves for his benefit with a chewed lip. Although her happiness went beyond a grin. One of her nimble hands was sent low, already knuckle deep in her soaked cunny, finger fucking her own sovereign twat at sexual vista she brought into fruition. Her other hand was pressing down into her immense bosom, tit flesh spilling through her parted fingers, her thumb and index tweaked her blue erect nipple. Shining winced at the moan she released. He paid close attention to her plunging digit, feeling a tinge of envy for it, desiring for his suckled-on cock to replace it… But how was he sure that desire was of his own thinking?

The persistent tongues and worship were to lull him, dull his sense of right and self-preservation – hiding his very real fears behind a false emotional wall of pleasure. Gritting his teeth, pulling his arms from the tender yet firm holds of the Lunas at his sides, he forced his leg to take a step forward out of range of the fervent tongue. The Luna focused on his cock added her hands alongside her oral service, squeezing into the fat, wrist-thick dick. She managed a few milking strokes, producing a tight sensation in Shining’s stomach as his pleasure rose to an even higher level. His large balls threatened to retreat into his body as they flexed, his heavy balls fully prepared to unleash a geyser of jizz only a dream orgasm could produce. So close, even the heavy exhales from her flared nostrils grazing the skin were enough to make him quiver where he stood. It required all of his will to stop his hands from gripping the sides of her head and forcing the entire length of his jawbreaker down her throat. He knew she was fully capable of taking it all within the dream, just as she had done prior, which his libido fought tooth and nail to get him to do.

“No! Get off me!” Shining seethed through his teeth. He shoved on her face, forcing her suckling lips off the tip of his dick and stepping over her fallen form; the moist tongue wiggling in his backside slipping from his wrinkled hole.

He marched away with a quickened pace from the five Lunas. Looking back over his tensed shoulder he saw they wore mournful expressions, reaching out for him as the space between them increased. He settled a firm glare on Luna, the real Luna, ahead of him; the intimidation of which was offset by the pulsing organ throbbing from his hip.

“Luna! Stop this. Now!” he demanded, the volume of his voice intensified by the otherwise silent realm. “This isn’t right. This isn’t what love is!”

His words apparently fell upon deaf ears. Luna slid her nectar covered finger from her snatch, shivering with delight as she did so. She brought it up to her smiling mouth, the shiny and wet digit popping past her lips in a shamelessly salacious display. Shining growled, regarding it as a taunt, even if his twitching rod perceived it to be an invitation. He picked up his pace, his march transforming into a proverbial gallop as his soldier’s legs worked on shrinking the space between them. As he moved towards her he realised he wasn’t getting any closer. She remained still, yet the gap between them both grew despite his speed.

Discerning the phenomena to be one of Luna’s tricks, Shining skidded to a halt, even as her body continued to move away from him before eventually vanishing beyond the edge of his vision and into the void. Looking back he no longer saw the gaggle of Lunas, and he appeared to be very much alone. He remained still where he stopped, his jaw tensed in waiting. His ears picked up the rushing of wind, of something heading towards him. He scanned around him, looking around and even above. But it was the one direction he didn’t check that caught him off guard. From under his hooves, a carpeted floor was pushed up against them. The force caused him to fall onto his rump, his eyes shooting upwards, caught the sight of a ceiling falling down to towards him. It stopped twelve feet away from him, hovering in the air until four walls appeared as a room constructed itself around him. In one of the walls was a window, moonlight shining through the glass and illuminating the new space he found himself in. It didn’t take more than a quick glance for him to recognise it, considering it was already so fresh in his memory. His eyes were drawn to the empty bed, which only moments ago in the waking world he occupied it alongside his wife. He frowned.

“Looks sad, doesn’t it?” A voice sounded suddenly from behind him, causing Shining to quickly turn to face its speaker. Luna, with a flat chest and smaller ass – he recognised the younger form of the alicorn right away, bare as it was in the moonlight. “Deprived of a purpose. If only there were two horny lovers to give it one.”

Shining scowled at her lewd expression, backing away from her slow advance. Her hands were behind her back, her nakedness combined with his still present erection made it very hard to ignore the former. Still, he managed to summon some residue of resolve, hardening his expression. “I won’t betray her.”

She rolled her eyes, smiling with a slightly irked playfulness as she continued her meandering advance towards him. “Oh, Shining. But you already have.”

Shining cringed, coming to a sudden stop. She halted as well, her gaze still on him. He eventually spoke after a moment of consideration, lightly shaking his head, “And I’ll spend all the time I have left on this world paying penance for it.”

“Or you could spend it with me instead,” she offered, her arms opening wide, offering herself. Her smile was a spit in the face of the stallion’s guilt.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I can be anything you want me to be, Shining. Anything.”

Shining backed from her like before, although now, his eyes were widened in both horror and awe. As Luna plodded towards him, moans erupted from her throat, her steps staggering as her hands flew to her breasts; squeezing her small mounds as they swelled against her nimble digits. Her bustline inflated by the second before Shining’s very eyes. Although his face wore an expression of aghast, his cock evidently approved of the sight, thickening back to a near-painful hardness as a glob of pre dripped to the floor. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the obscene spectacle, his focus diverted between her growing breasts to her widening hips and thickening thighs. Whatever was happening to her, she was experiencing a rapture that Shining couldn’t even fathom. Her cheeks burned a shameless shade of red as a splattering of juices made a mess between her swelling thighs. Soon, even from the front, her fat ass became visible, which combined with the sway her shoulder-wide hips provided, created a mouthwatering jiggle with every step. Shining’s hooves stopped their backwards advance when she also stopped moving, her tongue lolled from her maw as her body quivered under the cascade of an immense orgasm. By this point it took all of Shining’s will to not pump his rigid cock at the sight, her body so ridiculously lewd that it would produce a blush from even the most salacious pony in Equestria – if she wasn’t already standing before him.

Within minutes her petite, younger body had become a scandalous idol to fertility, with massive arm spanning hips and head-sized tits she could barely hold aloft in her comparatively small hands. Her fingers sank into the tit flesh that spilt between them, passionately groping her enlarged bosom with carnal glee. Her pussy juices dripped on the carpet, her arousal clearly reaching some sort of peak. If Shining didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed she had forgotten about him, too lost in her own ecstasy to care. However, she regained her composure, her hands draping back down to her sides as she resumed her approach – Shining too taken aback by the transformation to move.

“What thoughts are going through your mind I wonder?” Luna pondered aloud with a smirk, her hands coming back up to squeeze her impressive breasts, her erect nipples poking through the space between her fingers. “Probably something to do with these, if I had to guess.”

Shining was silent, afraid that his lips would speak the honest answer. She stopped just before him, his eyes trying their hardest to not glance down at her humongous cow udders and remain looking deep into her irises. His hands shook at his sides, knowing how easy it would be to reach forward and squeeze her enlarged pillows but he didn’t want to play directly into her hands. Her smile, its impish persistence, hid behind it more than just a plan to provoke temptation. Keeping her eyes locked with his, Luna gradually lowered downwards, her expanded tits brushing against the leaky bulb of Shining’s shaft; the stallion in question wincing as a jolt of pleasure shot up the length of his cock. He wasn’t going to succumb, he promised himself that, even as she pulled her head-sized pillows apart, her smile taking a turn for the manic as the same idea popped into both of their heads.

With a fleshly slap, both of Luna’s huge tits clapped around Shining’s cock; enveloping all of his dickmeat with exception to the pulsing cocktip, its owner hissing aloud with immense pleasure as a fat glob of his essence dripped on to the junction of her breasts. “This is what you want, right? To feel my big tits wrapped around your fat bitch breaker.”

Shining swallowed, remaining still. Her hands squeezed into her tits, making the dick sandwiched between them even more snug as she began to move them up and down Shining’s thick, twitching cock. Shining wasn’t quite sure what he was doing any more, staring down passively at the alicorn as she pleasured him with her fat, squishy tits. He neither encouraged nor denied her machinations, his reaction compounding her desire to please him as she moved her tits back and forth up the length of his vein-ridden rigidity. The sound of hollow slaps echoed out as her breasts met with his hips, his pulsing cock-squeezing out bead after bead of his liquid musk between her bosom, hastening her movements to a skilful flurry.

He failed to suppress a moan from his throat, the vocalisation causing an explosion of guilt in his gut. His cum heavy balls rose and fell within their sagging sack, hoping that this would be the time they could unleash their churning white quartz over the alicorn’s eager expression. He didn’t know if he would be able to deny them again, especially when on the receiving end of such ecstasy. He forced his eyes open, the lewd smacks and Luna’s moans all served to push him even closer to the edge. The tips of her nipples brushed his thighs, and every time the bulb of his dick emerged from her hugging breasts, she would deliver a sloppy kiss to the bulb. He felt a tidal wave of desire and wants assault him from all angles. His hands, were they not kept to his sides, wanted to grip the back of her head and force the kisses she made into a make-out session before excavating her throat with his tool. The longer he watched the duller his senses became, his focus moved further and further to his own bliss. How would she react to having her nipples tugged? How long could she have her throat clogged with his swabbing cock? Many thoughts wormed their way into his head, and the longer he watched her scrub his turgid flesh with her breasts, the more tempted he was to obey them. But that’s what stuck out to him. Obey. They were the suggestions of Luna, the result of her influences. She was the one nudging him to the cliff’s edge, both in body and mind.

He would not plummet off.

Just as she parted her plump lips, her tongue falling out past them. She leaned towards his eager tip, ready to envelop his flare and suckle out the white gold from his vascular pipe. He snatched a handful of her mane, forcing her head away as he yanked his hips back, freeing his cock of her tit’s embrace. He released her and staggered backwards, groaning in frustration, fighting his cock’s urge to thrust back between her fat milk bags.

Meeting her eyes once again, he quickly saw that she wasn’t in the slightest bit happy from this rejection. Her features sharpened, edges appearing on her countenance as she slowly rose back to her hooves. Shining’s eyes were pulled from her as the ceiling and walls pulled away, deconstructing themselves to reveal the void once more. By the time he settled back on her, the curves accentuated deflated back to their normal proportions as she took back on the form of her ordinary self. Her gaze was imperious, stern; Shining had never been on the receiving end of such hardness from the monarch before now.

She scowled, sniffling before she muttered a response, “Why won’t you let me love you?”

The question came just as the floor disappeared out from beneath him. With its vanishing, Shining barely had a moment to release a surprised utterance before plummeting into the formless depths below. The final thing Shining saw before darkness consumed him was Luna’s pointed glare, the mare frozen in mid-air moving further and further from view until she was far beyond his line of sight. The fall condensed eternity into a few seconds, the shapeless ground slamming painlessly into his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. He could barely prop himself up before a hoof forced his chest back down to the inky black ground.

“What do I have to do, Shining?” The question sounded from all around rather than her lips, which were instead put to use in adding an extra degree of harshness to the scowl she wore. However, her harsh expression could not hide the growing dew at the corners of her eyes, tears threatening to pour from the ducts.

“Luna… stop this,” he advised, administering a tactful amount of gentleness in his tone. “This isn’t you.”

Her jaw trembled at the sound of his voice, her eyes squeezing shut to try to stop the falling of tears from her eyes. She turned from him, taking the pressure off his chest and stepping back into the darkness, disappearing once more. Shining promptly rose from the ground, looking for the alicorn, a sprinkling of concern on his face. However, a light soon shone from above, sparking alive like a bulb. Shining winced at the sudden brightness but it was soon joined by more, creating a trail of light leading to more nothingness. Warily, Shining began to follow the trail of lights, his eyes on alert for any apparitions.

“Do I have to cater to some unknown perversion?” Her voice sounded out again from no specific origin, her voice coinciding with another birth of light emanating from somewhere above to side of the path Shining walked.

A red box was illuminated from the newfound source. It was a simple construction with one glass pane substituting one of its walls, enabling Shining to look inside. It was a display of sorts and Shining’s eyes widened at what was contained within.

Luna. As buxom and voluptuous as she always was. However, both of her hands were lewdly wrapped around a foot long python, dark blue and mottled with black spots, throbbing and leaking a profuse mess of precum down to a small puddle on the ground. Below the meaty, vein covered cock were a pair of apple-sized balls, visible heaving in their sagging sack with painfully full loads. What alarmed Shining about the image was that all he saw was attached to Luna. Her balls rested atop her squeezed thighs whilst her dainty feminine hands stroke the contrastingly masculine and twitching organ with a blush and smile.

“Want me to warp your insides?” she asked gleefully from behind the glass, biting her lower lip as a fat glob of pre squeezed from the tip of her mammoth cock.

Shining hurried away down the path with tinged cheeks. He barely made it a few steps before another light clicked on from his side. Curiosity stopped his hooves, his eyes landing on a box similar to the last. Although rather than a cock sporting Luna, it was occupied by a Luna in a predicament of some sort. From the ceiling, a series of red ropes had constricted themselves tightly around Luna’s limbs and torso. Her eyes were hidden beneath blinders, her mane cut to disrespectful shortness and her mouth stretched painfully wide by a girthy black gag, her nostrils flared to desperately take in air. Shining almost flinched when his eyes landed on her throat, where he could see the outline of something fat and cylindrical in her gullet. Clearly the gag wasn’t just a ‘gag’ and a morbid curiosity kept Shining rooted in place. Other than her limbs, thin ropes crisscrossed over chest and stomach like a fishnet, pinching into her torso. Obscenely, her tits were tightly constricted to redness, her erect nipples squeezed by a pair of large clamps. She looked to be in pain, although from behind her gag, a muffled groan sounded out. Shining’s eyes flicked downward to see her legs forcibly spread with a bar, ensuring the mare couldn’t hide her shame. Lodged deeply into her sodden and red cunt and wrinkled ponut was a pair of thick, vibrating sex toys. Although to Shining her appearance was new, he couldn’t imagine how long this iteration of Luna had actually been suspended, numb to the pleasure forced upon her.

He proceeded onwards, leaving the suspended Luna behind him. “Where are you, Luna? The real you?” he called out to her, following the lights.

“Any me can be the real me, Shining. Whatever I must do to belong to you,” she answered, just as another light shone from above off the path.

Shining stopped once more to look. Another box, smaller than the previous ones. Inside, clad in a dainty sundress was a young mare kicking her innocently hooves at the edge of a chair. She mustn't have been that much older than Flurry, and Shining found himself grimacing at the implication as she waved at him. He hurried on. Another light. Bigger box. A Luna, at least three heads larger than Shining stood posing inside, naked and posing like a superhero. Her hands were firmly placed on her slim hips, her gaze looking down at the stallion with a permeating air of superiority. Her body was covered in muscle, chiselled from blue stone. Her abs, thighs and biceps glistened with oil or sweat, and after a moment of staring, he saw her cheek pull back into a suggestive leer. He felt a phantom ache in his hips as he forced himself to carry on. Another light shone down and he almost didn’t bother to look until he heard something bang against the glass. In the new box, he saw a pussy spreading itself against the glass, the bright pink and winking clit of a desperate cunt. Shining cocked a brow at the sight, meeting a fanatic Luna’s gaze as she looked back over her shoulder at him. Her mouth was open, panting and steamy, her mane and coat messy and unkempt. Even through glass, Shining thought he could smell her, the musk and sweat of a feral mare in heat, pleading silently for she didn’t know any words for him to take part in some primitive mating act. Shining gulped and kept moving, not allowing himself to fall to the temptation of her sexual fanaticism.

“What do I have to do, Shining?” she asked, melancholic.

Another light shone down. Compared to the last the sight was rather tame but no less obscene. Her smile was tender and warm. Her stomach was swollen, and Shining recognised it to be the belly of a heavily pregnant mare. Her tits were swollen from the hormones, and from the caps of her pillowy peaks, beads of milk were produced from her nipples. The sight filled Shining with a sad nostalgia. His hooves carried him on. Another light, another display. He gazed inside. There wasn’t a form like the priors, instead, a wisp of purple cloud hovered against the glass. Shining was halted by the peculiar display. However, he flinched when a black hand emerged and slammed its palm against the glass. Within an instant, the cloud formed itself into a buxom body. Slightly taller than Shining, his face hardened at the familiar mare behind the glass, almost reaching for a sword on that wasn’t there on his reflexes. Feminine and undeniably beautiful, the buxom form was naked with exception of a silver helm, with bright cyan eyes peering at him through the glass. Her hips were wide, her stomach flat and her tits larger than Luna’s – each capped with a succulent grape-purple nipple. The starry translucence that was her mane hovered ethereally in the air, long and mesmerising.

Nightmare Moon.

“What do you think, Shiny?” asked Nightmare through the glass, smiling flirtatiously as her other hand went down low between her spread legs, burying her finger knuckle in her moist black snatch. “Want some evil horse pussy?”

Shining stared long, hard and silent at the villainous mare. She continued to smile, her fangs on display as she did so, predatory and alluring all the same. He looked away from her, down the hallway of lights. It became clear to him then that Luna would keep at this forever if she could, finding the most desirable form for Shining she could, even at her own expense. There was no end to the hallway, to the displays. He turned from Nightmare, wearing a frown.

“Luna, I’ve seen enough. I won’t take another step, not until you show yourself,” he informed her, firm in tone but not harsh, knowing she could hear him no matter his volume.

“Shining…” Came a whimpering voice.

The lights and displays that flanked either side of the path flickered off, the various Lunas that made up the sexual depository disappearing with their subsidence. The light behind him followed suit, as did the ones ahead of him, all except one.

He saw her there, suddenly, in the last light. She was on the ground, her head buried against her knees. He approached slowly, wondering if this was an illusion of some sort. However, the quiet sobs that sounded from her direction dismissed that suspicion. As he neared, all the emotions from before arose within him like a fountain. But not one of those emotions gave him a clear cut answer on how to solve the predicament sitting down just a few feet away from him. He hated her. He loved her. She disgusted him in ways no other had been able to replicate but she had touched him on a level no other had been able to. She awoke within him such intense feelings that he didn’t know which one to act on. Hate, love, regret. Even apathy made itself known to him through their culmination but he knew that was simply one option. It was up to him what decision he made, only him. Trouble was: Which one?

He stopped at the edge of the light, only advancing towards her once his decision was made...

Ending One: Chorus (Bad)

Luna looked up just in time to see his hand latching onto her face, clenching her both of her cheeks together and staring both deep into her wetted eyes. She didn’t know what expression he wore on her face, neither smiling or frowning, it wasn’t apathy either. There was one possible answer that appeared in her head but she didn’t wish to acknowledge it, feeling her heart flutter as he made her stand. She barely stood before Shining smashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue down her throat he felt onto her firmly as he harshly tongue fucked her unready maw. The tears she struggled to hold back fell now, the beset upon mare flying on cloud nine. His fingers then latched themselves onto her breast, crushing her large tit like it was a stress ball. It hurt but she didn’t care. He chose her, he wanted to fuck her, he loved her – that’s all that mattered.

She felt his arousal manifest as he ran his erection between her thighs, the veins and subtle contours she grew familiar with over the many weeks running over her plump labia, her bright pink button already winking against the spongy flesh in response to the rock hard cock between her soft thighs. Her tumescence was already ready to get stretched by his huge cock, to be claimed and owned by the stallion taking ownership of her. After a few moments more, her juices lubricating his piping hot cock, he broke their kiss a dismissive snort and furrowed brows.

“I won’t be able to stop thinking about you, and this is all you want from me,” he said, giving her a quick once over; his cock twitching against her leaking flower. “So I’m going to break you as hard as you broke me…”

She smiled. His words were like music to her ears. So long as they would be together, she could imagine no greater future. His hands released her and pushed on her chest. She tumbled backwards, falling onto her back. She didn’t resist him when he flipped her over, raising her ass up by the dock and tail. She didn’t look back in time but she felt the broad head of his member prod and ease slightly into her eager cunt, anxious to take his heavy fuck pipe. She could feel her heart thrum against her ribcage. No tricks, no illusions, it was all him. However, with his prick tip smeared in her juices, she soon felt him prod against her wrinkled ponut. She gasped but felt no desire to stop him. The slick texture of his stallionhood pushed against her exit and forced his flare into her tight hole. Her ass clamped down on reflex but that didn’t stop him from driving more of his cock inside, her flowery insides warping around the vein covered pillar. She hissed, enduring the pain. He spared her no time to acclimate, adopting a smooth and quick rhythm, pounding away at her ass haphazardly, her hips meeting her ass; the loud claps echoing out into the void that surrounded them.

She listened to his grunts, gasping whenever his hand slapped against her butt, the rippling flesh spurning him on. She didn’t try to stop him. Even as fresh tears began to fall from her eyes, she smiled. So long as he returned her love, in whatever form it may take, she would do anything for him...

Several months later.

The hotel room reeked of sweat and musk, a dense and dour odour of sex. It also clung to the two occupants, their tryst having gone on for days now. Sleeping or awake – sometimes even whilst one slept and the other was awake – jizz flowed into numerous holes like gushing water in Equestria’s busiest river. Apart from the impressive endurance of the mare and stallion, various spells and potions were utilised to make such a feat possible. For the stallion, his nuts constantly sloshed, often forcing him to awake thanks to their painful fullness and heightened virility. His cock never returned to his sheath, remaining only in various states of hardness, both sleeping and awake. Precum never ceased its leakage from the indented urethra, always ready to lubricate and plunge balls deep into whatever hole struck his fancy. Through the aid of spells, and his own natural sex drive, he epitomised a true stud, eyeing with both lust and contempt the mare sprawled out on the bed.

She was asleep, her black coat streaked with crusted cum from a few hours ago. He approached her with plodding steps, his stinking fat cock throbbing in her direction, twitching out a particularly large bead of precum as he neared her unconscious form. She was still in the shape of her alter ego, Nightmare Moon, as he demanded of her the day prior. Shining’s hardness had violated each fuckable hole of the ‘villain’ until he was out of energy – she was too exhausted to even moan by the fifth climax.

Even in an altered shape, her body still bore the marks of their carnal fucking. Plum purple bruises that stood out especially on her black coat. Strangulation marks around the neck, bite marks on various places of her body and blood crusted nails from where she scratched down his back. Her body looked more on the receiving end of a brutal attack rather than consensual sex. Most of the time, anyway. Whilst damage was observable all over, the most cringe-inducing was concentrated between her legs. Her cunt was open, agape, and visible all the way to the cervix – which was similarly busted open from ceaseless penetration, her womb effectively ruined. Her plush black lips plastered with dried jizz, hued slightly purple from incessant pounding. Her hole still clenched, even as she slept, either trying in vain return to its original tightness or acting on a pavlovian whim to clench and squeeze around a frequent intruder to her moist depths. Her ass, once an exit for unsavoury things, had been effectively warped into a second cock holster for Shining. The poor ponut gaped like the hole above it, an open-air entrance to her bowels that was more often than not the first hole violated of the day. Luna was too numb now to the pain it once made her feel, the mare simply happy that her ass had been made into a second pussy for Shining’s ramrod to excavate and pump his fertile loads deep into. Her body was more apt of a whore than a Princess now, not that she really fulfilled her duties much anymore, content to meet her ‘lover’ biweekly to satisfy his more base urges. An inspector might mistake her as a victim of a brutal gang rape rather than the willing recipient of abuses from the stallion she still passionately loved.

Her head was partially hanging over the edge of the bed, left that way after he was done with her. Although now, sporting a boner and with his libido once more inflamed, he wanted to make use her once again to relieve himself. The aroma of his musk fluttering into her sinuses was enough to stir her back to life, his fist-thick bitchbreaker visibly sticky with various juices and smells. Despite being only half awake, Shining shoved his sweat covered sack onto her face, his sour sack making contact with her open mouth and his taint pressed against her flared nostrils. Such a thing had become a ritual at this point, his contempt and disgust for her still burning so strong within his core that such debasement was the only thing she deserved. Of course, ‘Nightmare Moon’ had quickly begun to regard such vitiation as displays of affection from the stallion, groaning with quivering thighs as she plopped one of his large balls into her mouth; suckling on the skin as she set about washing the corrupted nut with her tongue. Her hands immediately took to action, sinking into either of her huge, expanded breasts to push them together and wrap around Shining’s hole-gaper of a cock. Upon squeezing the hot-blooded member between her tits, embracing the grey fuckpipe with soft pillowy flesh, she dared release a muffled moan around his spit glazed ball, which provoked an immediate reaction from Shining in the form of an immediate and heavy handed slap against her breast.

Just as the print of a hand broke out on her coat, Shining growled. “Don’t enjoy this, Cunt,” he commanded her, sneering down at her grimacing expression. He hadn’t called her by her true name in months. She perceived such vulgar and crass expletives as pet names, or, at worst, humorous digs.

Luna didn’t reply in any form – he didn’t like her vocalising in most capacities – as a pain-induced tear emerged from duct of her right eye. The only time she ever saw Shining some crooked hint of a smile in her presence nowadays was whenever he managed to force a tear from her eyes. She often grinned whenever he did, happy he was happy. This led to her reverence of pain, which had the unfortunate effect of making it harder for her to cry, forcing him and her to go to greater lengths to extract such a simple thing. Once upon a time, the sourness of the room’s smell was enough to elicit a tear. Now, she could withstand a meaty dick slap before he lodged it balls deep in her stretched gullet, forcing her to choke on it as he slept and still not produce one solitary tear.

She moved from one ball to the next as he continued to fuck her chest. She stifled a moan by allowing it to fill as much of her mouth as possible, even if Shining felt the vibration of her pleasured hum up his ball sack. He gave her a pass this time, his hands reach down to harshly squeeze her tits. His hips adopted an allegro for a rhythm, Luna barely able to keep her large lips wrapped around the sagging flesh as Shining fucked her chest. She knew not to expect him to be done with her, even after he reached climax. This had become a form of foreplay. Whichever was most convenient at the time, Shining would drag his slime covered cock over or through it until he covered a new area of her body in cum – not that she had any untainted areas left at this point. Between her armpits, her thighs, over her stomach or even the slight indentation between her eyes and muzzle, nothing was off-limits to him. Her body was a temple. His temple. And he could sacralise or profane it in any which way he pleased.

Luna felt his tail flick against her face, and his nuts flex up into his body between her lips. Coinciding with this was the thickening of his cock between her breasts. Half-buried into her tits, she felt his cocktip flare, each vein that ran along his shaft pushed to its fullest extent up to the flesh and a single auditory and curt grunt from Shining were all the signs Luna had grown intimately familiar with during their time together – his orgasm. Between her tits, creating the middle of a thick and cummy tip sandwich, the first volley of Shining’s jizz salvo broke her squashed together tits and created a long line down her stomach to her waist. Under her still roaming tongue, Luna could literally feel the ropes leave his balls as they convened at the thickened hilt of his member. With the various spells and potions circulating through his body, his exponential potency meant he could fire anything between eight to fifteen streaks before the last residues started to dribble from the flare.

No matter how much he shot during a single orgasm, his balls were already quick to fill to bursting just a few moments later. The mere thought of his production was almost enough to make Luna cum right then and there, stymied only by the intense feelings of longing for that wasted load to be inside of her instead. After he finished painted her lower body and boobs with streaks of white, he let go of her breasts and stepped away with a few heavy steps, one of his balls popping free of Luna’s mouth. When Luna let go of her breasts, the sight was like a mouth filled with an overabundance of chewing gum. Her tits were close to being glued together, with an excess of thick sperm forming several white bridges between her large black peaks. The excess that pooled between them ran like a small stream down her neck, some droplets of cum dripping to the floor.

In a stray thought of humour – which was rare for him nowadays – Shining did not feel a single ounce of envy whatsoever for the first pony to look over the room with a black light.

Whilst Shining looked over the obscene display, Luna with Nightmare’s eyes looked with longing at his cock. Even from upside down, it looked brilliant. Impressive thick, glazed with cum and half erect, she licked her lips with a forked tongue. Even without prompting, it pulsed, the prominent veins along his shaft rushing to fill once more with piping hot blood. The magma in his veins would more aptly be described as ‘liquid lust’ rather than blood, for even so shortly after climaxing, Luna saw his eyes looking back over her body, already desiring further desecration.

“Please put that bitch breaker inside me,” she cooed, tensing her thighs. Her calls to further ruin her body were the only semblance of speech he would tolerate from her, which she knew from the fact he pumped out another delicious glob of precum in response.

He crossed his arms, looking at her expectantly – a wordless order she had grown familiar with. Haggardly, Nightmare-Luna flopped onto her stomach, contributing another stain to the sheets alongside the countless others as she weakly rose onto her hands and knees. She was exhausted, and even as an alicorn there was only so much strain she could take, her limbs quivering under her own body weight. Slowly and with tremendous difficulty, she turned for him, presenting her rear to Shining just as her arms and legs gave out from under her. She was in the right position at least for him to penetrate her whore cunt.

Satisfied with her position at the edge of the bed he moved back towards her, his cum covered dick ready to plunge into her hole. He gripped the thickest part of his cock, just below the medial ring, and angled the tip towards her soaked and loose pussy. At the sight of it, he knew it wouldn’t do for him in its current state. Even when she clenched her tunnel as hard as she possibly could, she was so thoroughly stretched that her velveteen walls couldn’t even touch each other.

“Fix it,” he ordered directly, staring at the brutalised hole with abhorrence. He knew after what he wanted to do with it, it would simply end up in the same state. But he didn’t care. He’d much rather ruin than preserve her.

Immediately, Luna’s horn glowed a deep purple. Lines were drawn in untidy lines over her abused hole, enshrouding the destroyed orifice with a dim purple glow. She winced, letting out a low moan. It burned, a sting persisting even after the light dissipated. It left behind a pristine black cooch. Being ageless had its benefits, including accruing a number of spells that enabled her to fix any slight blemish or mar, to stitch together wounds and repair broken bones. Her vagina now looked like a flower yet to blossom, ready to bloom from a merciless fuck. Typically after repairing an injury, Luna required a few hours of rest but she knew Shining would not afford it to her, as randy as he was.

All she did to brace herself for the inevitable was grasp the sheets, a breathless scream sounded from her throat as Shining rammed the first quarter of his cock inside of her. A mistake, he usually wasn’t so lenient. Immediately after she felt his breath on the back of her neck as he shoved the remainder of his shaft inside of her, her quim swallowing every single inch. Her repaired pussy jolted at the sudden trauma, deforming around Shining’s fuck cudgel. There was a lull at the cervix – he would have to break that in again. He started punching at the second entrance without remorse, the huge bulb headbutting rather than gently kissing at her womb until it finally gave way to his dominant lancing. It was like getting her cherry popped twice in a row, her jaw tightening as he trespassed her womb and sincere tears of pain leaked from the corners of her eyes. She smiled of course, pained and compulsive, knowing he would enjoy the look on her face when tears ran down it. He reared his hips back, leaving only the tip embedded in her snatch, taking the deep plunge once again.

His hips were like a well-oiled machine, his piston-like back and slam was a merciless display of automation. Cramming his entire turgid length inside of her snug puss brought him to greater heights of pleasure than anything else, his heavy cum-filled sack slapping against her clit on every thrust. Each day was like claiming the unspoiled slit of a virgin, her ripe fruit yielding fresh nectar spewed all over his shaft with greater abundance on every driving stab. He hit the ceiling of her foal box on every single one, her untarnished cunt feeling every hard and slick inch he had to offer. Despite how hard he was going on her hole, he could still feel her attempt to clench and tighten around him, trying to keep his inches inside of her despite how much he made her hurt. Every time he pulled out he brought some of her out with him. He couldn’t do much about how much she enjoyed being ravished by his size, the submissive slut responding to pinches and slaps with smiles and pleasured convulsions, which only angered him to hurt her more. As he slammed deep into her depths, he deftly slapped her cutie mark, her large rump jiggling at the contact. He was never done with just one, not satisfied until he left an imprint of his hand over her sigil or a large bruise – it was all he could do to hide the mare she was. Hole was her name and designation, and he drilled that identity into her as he drilled his thick cock into her. He did not love her. But he would not deny himself the pleasure of using her, changing her inside and out just she did to him.

His hands found their way to her face, two of his fingers slipped in past her full lips, pulling at her cheek like a fish-hook. Through her parted lips he let out the pleasured gargles that sounded from her throat, they filled the room alongside the fleshly slaps of his hips meeting her fat voluptuous ass and the squelching of her cock in her cunny. On them, she could taste her own essence and his, a fragrant flavour of pure fuck that her tongue gladly swirled around. Alongside her shoulder, he used her mouth as another way to use leverage on her, picking up his already rapid pace to truly breed her tamed cunt, his hips making her tush bright red from their unrelenting barrage. The sensation of her virginal tightness clamping down all around him brought him closer and closer to orgasm. His intensified strokes made the body beneath him quiver and quake, each thrust like a lightning bolt of ecstasy striking the very top of her spine. In moments like these, however fleeting it was, the pair rekindled some semblance of a sincere union as their pleasures combined and intensified – working in tandem to climb to the height of sexual gratification. Luna could feel his alreadyobese stallionhood thicken in girth, stretching her insides even further apart as he overfilled her already full canal. As soon as his crown emerged into her womb, it flared, fully prepared to unleash a cascade of cum into his living receptacle.

“Let’s cum together!” Luna suggested, her body seizing up against Shining’s chiselled, sweat covered body.

“Fuck,” he growled the expletive through gritted teeth, not listening to her meagre request. Fortunately, coincidence would grant it.

His nuts clenched as his ass tightened, his beleaguered prostate reloading a fresh bullet of jizz in Shining’s meaty, femcum covered barrel. The first shot colliding with ceiling of Luna’s foal maker. Like the strike of a gong, the sticky blast triggered a full body reverberation in the mare, a silent scream sounding from her mouth and around Shining’s fingers as his erection pulsed within her. With each shot of his creamy load, the split-second length of its travel up the urethra was felt inside of her, giving her taxed hole just a little extra girth to deal with on every thick load unleashed within her. That little extra to his circumference shoved her into a free-fall of pleasure, her fingers digging into the sheets as she took the metaphorical reins of her orgasm, which hit her hard, the intensity of which matching the potency of the cum filling her womb.

“I l-love you, Shining,” she half-gasped, risking the attraction of his palm just o let him know it. The sheer pressure of his nut butter forced some of its impressive volume from her cervix and into her love canal, a spurt of his cream plastering the insides of her thighs.

He didn’t respond to her affections, effectively ignoring it, so much so that his hand was never even raised to punish her for speaking. As he slid out his cum covered cock, some of his semen left with him, an excess oozing from Luna’s abused hole over her clit and onto the bed beneath her. His dick was already returning to hardness, his over-ripe cum churners already starting the process of refilling. Gripping his shaft with a huff, he smeared a white trail from her ‘V’ to her ‘A’, aiming it at her exit-turned entrance, wearing a sneer at its gaping looseness.

“Fix it,” he commanded, cold and distant as ever, his libidinous gaze focused on his target.

Luna’s horn glowed, smiling in contentment, even as the burning sensation wrapped around her loosened ponut. She didn’t need to hear him say it. She knew it. He had to. He needed to. Or so she kept telling herself, her smile only showing the scarcest hint of wavering as she forced herself to maintain it, just as Shining thrust his rock hard cock balls deep into her tight ass…

Whatever she must do.

Bad End.

Author's Note

And, unfortunately, this marks the end of the story. The commissioner is content with it. However, if you are not, you can wait until I feel the impulse to write further endings or you can pay for them yourself. I will not be using my new rates if someone does commission the other endings to this tale (10 dollars for 1k words not 15) but right now, the book is closed on this story.