Unrequited

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…