Unrequited

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...