Author's Note
This is my thirty–ninth clopfic out of the many that were made using canon characters, this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms: however, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button; in light of recent events, I'm dead serious.
Anyways I just want to state for the record that, like before My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; that is all, nothing more, nothing less.
Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it took about less than two months for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site since I'd misplaced one of my USB drives holding the original story; I hope you can appreciate the effort I'd put in writing it despite the gaffe and that we'd meet again soon, like before.
Star Spangled Salacity
The skies were darkened about with the moon and stars nearly obscured by a large squall line of clouds all thick like butterscotch pudding. Traveling across the log horizon of the dull firmament were brief flashes of electricity slithering about like venomous snakes of the distant pasts. A roll of thunder quickly was crackling the sound barrier as downpour touched the solid earth underneath, conducting onward without a care. The topsoil and a few floras upon themselves were already moistened by the pitter–patter of such minute droplets being pulled down by the gravity. To say that the loneliness was currently filling the dead air served as an understatement even if a single grain of truth had been planted previously.
This proved to be of no consequence whatsoever as an airship was found to be soaring above them, high enough to see what groundwork cannot. Because of the combined rays of light from around the atmosphere, the gilded accents of this otherwise gray rotund envelope shined about freely. At the very least, there was a wooden hull resting beneath the bound structure, held together by a keel due to a trussed assortment of ropes and beams. Out of the various points of the ligneous body holding onto the gaseous envelope, the empennage and rudder stood out the most, touching the clouds. Though possessing a solid body fit to travel the world and the seven seas like many watercrafts, the bulging structure had propulsion rotating about. The flat deck was filled with plenty of things: masts with twine at their sides, lifelines high and thick like walls, and a steering wheel upon the helm.
Standing at said structure in question was a lonely crème parrot whom had seemed to be brave enough to be out and about in nighttime sky. Much of the coxswain’s body was covered in feathers, a fraction of which were in various shades of green, especially concentrated at the tail. Already found upon the crème parrot’s face was a beak colored in moderate gamboge, matching the jewelry hanging next to the leftmost eye. Regarding the attire, a red feather sprang from the coxswain’s tricorn; in addition, a long gilded waistcoat was tied by a lone sap green sash. Trailing from beneath the crème parrot’s dark amaranth breeches was an emerald crystal peg leg juxtaposing the buckled tridactyl brown foot. Staring out at the star–spangled surroundings was a pair of moderate raspberries, one of which was accented by a lone nevus under the right.
“Won’t be long now…” the coxswain cerebrated.
Needless to say, the crème parrot’s train of thought was soon being followed after by another corporeal being: a tall brown cat so to speak of. Like the coxswain up ahead, the wayward passenger also donned a longcoat except it was of the same color as the breeches the former had worn. Despite having a thick coat of fur, there was but a sizeable tuft of midnight hair neatly eddying downwardly over its wearer’s forehead at once. Another commonality the chocolate feline shared with the crème parrot were coldly colored orbs, except the former bore slit illuminate malachite. Compared to the coxswain, the passenger’s attire underneath the red coat consisted of a jet–black sweater with matching pants held up by a belt. Unlike the crème parrot, the thick tail attached to the chocolate feline’s body was adorned with a worn–out roll at the near end of it all presently.
It didn’t take long for the passenger to speak to the coxswain straightaway, “so, captain, how much further ‘til we reach our destination…?”
“At this rate, ten minutes tops, give or take; even with the rain and winds, I can still assure you that the nearest airport will be within our range soon enough …” the crème parrot had soon answered the chocolate feline almost instantaneously, briefly face–to–face before returning focus, “wasn’t expecting you to return to Equestria so soon after all these weeks ago, Capper…”
“At least with that so–called King dead and gone, Cel, we’re now free to get our lives back again, or at the very least, make something of it for the better: you have your overnight traveling agency and I have a chance encounter with an old friend…” the aforementioned passenger had stated while staring outward into the moon.
Underneath it all was nothing else but more of the same so to speak of: to elaborate on its very similarities between time and space would be redundant; with that said, there were differences worth acknowledging nonetheless. For starters, the dark clouds that had been responsible for the deluge had started to dissipate, the collective density fading away as well as the vapors intermixing with the clearing air holding out so prior the calm before the storm. While the booming thunder rolled away in the distance, the sounds of silence didn’t take over as the high winds howled about, carrying away the mists and sands alongside the various debris and particles within themselves at once. Amongst the nearly barren sea of silicates and soil supersaturated by the traveling precipitation, there were only a lonely line of boxy houses near a road, each in the same shape and size albeit coated in some various colorations.
Out of the few, only one individual currently stood in front of the orange: a midnight blue alicorn already found to be looking upwardly at the very skies. Donning long flowing inflated tresses with both shades of blue upon every single bit, it’d already reached down to the nape of the owner’s neck instantly. A pair of bright cyan irises emerged from the blue alicorn’s face in the middle of the contracting eyes already concentrated on some kind of thing now. Aside from the small obsidian tiara matching a widely white crescent necklace, its owner donned a long shimmering pink dress and achromatic slippers.
Despite inhaling, the blue alicorn wasted no time thinking silently, “‘tis only a matter of time before he arrives, all the more reason to be hopeful; still, there shouldn’t be any incentive for the likes of him to prolong it for mine sake…”
Taking one last glance at the night above, the lonely eyewitness retreated to the area abaft of the door, suddenly surrounding by an abundance of accommodations. The ceiling’s spinner fan suspended ten feet from the ground acted as the main source of cool within the blue alicorn’s room whilst the lightbulb remained dark. Its background, walls serving as the very foundation thereof, was currently surrounded in a dark goldenrod scheme five yards away from the very epicenter alone. A sleigh bed which was resting against the wall, although fluffy yet small, donned a harmless claret coverlet with matching sheets accompanied by pink pillows. An elongated taupe sofa was firmly aligned directly next to a coffee table as it’d been recently holding a singular purple knapsack over the very ligneous surface. The flooring underneath the lonely tenant’s hooves had taken on the form of such lusciously sky blue carpeting seemingly vacuumed and steam cleaned routinely. A pair of dressers inside the room varied by size: one big and wide enough to hold a wide electronic; the other, a matching nightstand carrying a telephone. Betwixt them was a fluorescent lamp with a teal shade over it to cover the source of light within; like the fan above, it, too, wasn’t currently in use either no less.
It wasn’t long until the blue alicorn trotted all the way over to the sofa and sat down onto the plush surface, staring at the door where the outside world was shut away by the lonely individual.
You rise with the moon
I rise with the sun
Sunrise, moonrise, whatever
Tomorrow, have fun!
A series of airy words escape into the open atmosphere but they didn’t belong to the corporeal tenant listening about, fast as lightning yet devoid of the flash–in–the–pan styles therein,
Eclipsing it out
Reel it all in
What do you do
Hey–o, yang and yin…!
“So this is what’s popular since then; my how times have changed: no doubt the years have begun to change me, especially on the moon…” the blue alicorn finally commented out the mouth, a voice as graceful as a young maiden in waiting looking outwardly from the window.
It’s clear that the same vocals in question were soon stuck on repeat, each bearing a different set of instruments in the background before it’d finally been accented with some tubular bells against deep bass tones.
As the song was being played faintly, a legato of knocking upon wood broke the lonely listener’s concentration away from it and onto the thicker source: following this, a dry and husky purr had suddenly permeated throughout the hard surface until it’d reached the former’s ears, “let us see what spring is like on Clapboards and Embers…”
“In other words, hold me close…” the blue alicorn started to sing it back to the other individual, rising from the seating to return to the door and the outside world beyond it, “in other words, darling, kiss me…”
Fill my heart with song
and let me sing forevermore
you’re all I long for,
All I nurture and adore
The external voice warbled as the internal tenant moved closer to the source of it all, the latter now smiling about softly.
Upon opening the door right back up, the blue alicorn was instantaneously greeted by the chocolate feline in person, the united twosome even more than welcome to sing in synchronicity:
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
“Greeting, Sir Capper, thou hast arrived; I’ve been waiting for thee to appear…” the lonely tenant had spoken to him in a normal tone, the first to be breaking away from their brief duet, “I’m quite jubilant to see thee in action, even after our very first adventure together saving the day.”
“I second that motion, dearest princess: the fact that I’ve been able to encounter you again should be a delight for the both of us; of course, I couldn’t resist feeling a bit guilty with the way I’d acted back then…” Capper sighed greatly, soon looking away from the blue alicorn afore himself with but only a slight frown upon the visage.
This had almost went unnoticed by the likes of the primordial tenant whom said to the chocolate feline, “that makes the both of us: to think that my powers wert this close to being lost forever in the wrong grasp alone had we not succeeded; perhaps, it would be wise to share the whole story with thee inside my bedchamber…”
“Understood, maybe it’s time I should enter now…” he’d said to the blue alicorn leading him inwardly to her very room straightaway, “so, what is it that you wish to discuss, Princess Luna…?”
“Please, call me Luna; at this rate, I’m feeling tempted to abandon that title soon, especially considering what had been happening since mine return: sleeping in most of the day, waking up from nightmares, dealing with Discord’s return, learning about Nightmare Night, I couldst go on…” the titular tenant tended to tell Capper timelessly therein.
Closing the door abaft them, the chocolate feline said, “do tell…”
“And all of this happened within only under a year and they’re nothing compared to the wedding: I should’ve been there for them earlier, especially Twilight Sparkle of all ponies…!” the blue alicorn elaborated, struggling to stay calm on the outside yet couldn’t resist thinking all the time, “she was the only pony who saw through it all and I wasn’t there for her this time…! While everypony was observing Nightmare Night ever since my departure, mine very first one was one of apprehension and intrigue: because of how I’d been cut off from the entire world for an entire millennium, the first time spent reconnecting with my sister’s subjects wasn’t with ease; even now, I worry how things could’ve gone differently. It’d would seem as if between mine return and this holiday, everypony had seemed to forget about how Twilight and her new friends had saved me from myself, or rather Nightmare Moon; of course, it wasn’t like that I shouldn’t have expected all of this to depart that easily, especially considering what I’d tried to do to everypony in Equestria, no, everybody on this planet hereon and there. Even Celestia was wary of where I was allowed to go, considering mine past transgressions towards her as well as Equestria: to protect myself from the most extremist of individuals, I was forbidden from leaving Canterlot for a while, or at least until then; the visit to Ponyville wasn’t the first time since ever Discord broke out of our stone prison and even then, I’m still wary.”
“I see then…” he’d said to her rather softly.
Luna wasted no time whatsoever in continuing onward, “I’m actually very fortunate since that everything ended well, or, at the very least, better than I’d expected; mayhaps I guess that’s another reason wherefore I’d gravitated towards the likes of Twilight even before she’d became a princess: she was one certainly willing to screw courage to the sticking place in confronting me. Even now, I couldn’t simply forget how things could’ve been different in some form or fashion: sometimes at night, I see myself going through the motions of reliving that fateful day of yore, even going so far as to do the dark deed in question; of course, that wasn’t the only thing that I’d bore witness to in mine slumber. As a matter of fact, this is exactly what I was going to talk about last time we wert inside the casino where Eris hadst once dwelt: as thou mayest remember, I’d, alongside many of you, caught a glimpse of my sister Celestia, or Daybreaker as she’d preferred to be; unlike the sister from our world, she’d represented a time where mine tribulations against the inner darkness grew in her. Better yet, Daybreaker herself turned out to be a living example of what events may have unfolded hadst either of us completely succeeded at doing the dark deed, even despite differences: in her case, it seems that her willingness to become the next overseer upon defeating the previous master happens to be the only thing she has left to live for even after what had been done. Had things gone another route, she would’ve drenched the entire world, including Equestria itself in an inglorious blaze no less; it’d have been no different than what I could’ve unleashed upon not only the little ponies but also many others such as your kind too: an endless night without growth or warmth sustainable for anyone, or at least on just only one side of the world.”
“No offense but that’s chilling: even for a guy like me that would sound like the end of the world; that’s even worse than what I’d gone through in my life…” Capper had interceded now, catching the blue alicorn off–guard only slightly as he’d started to speak, “like you, I had family and friends as well as a home: ‘twas only but a decade ago before that fateful day at Canterlot. We’d all lived in Panthera in peace at least until the Storm King came here, pillaging the place to his heart’s content, or lack thereof: of course, you already know the story well since I’d told it to you after we’d defeated the thieving Eris not too long ago; what you may not have known initially was how I’d lost a friend and not in the same way we’d lost our families to that dastard! Ever since he came along and destroyed everything we’d held near and dear, all that we had on our minds was keeping far away from him as possible; considering how young the both of us were, this was all that we could do for ourselves, especially since we were nothing like any of the Equestrians somewhere nearby on the globe, no offense. Aside from my neighbor, Celaeno was the closest thing to our very first ally, all in an attempt to figure out what to do with the rest of our lives on the run from the monster whom destroyed our home; of course, she’d ended up being the only one that stayed true to herself and to me even when we’d went on the run yet again, this time with the intent of starting our own flight path. As Chummer and I’d both flown to Klugetown, we’d resorted to pickpocketing in the city in an attempt at making sense of finding meaning in this strange new world: of course, I was the first and only of the twosome to see the light the day I’d first gotten ahold of the Misfortune Malachite; shame that I was the one to fall victim to its titular effects on that particular day. Our supposed last score together became the last day of our friendship when he betrayed me and our past employer, Verko, just to steal it and the airship we’d once hoped to buy a way out of here; even the airship Chummer was on began to burn even as he’d fled the city and was never seen or heard from again, at least not according to the likes of me though you’d already known.”
“Wow, I’d never considered the possibility of such a lifestyle going through so many transitions, let alone in one lifetime: mine time spent within the moon has left me so far out of the loop I canst barely wrap mine head around how relationships could end so easily, even between friends…” she’d said to the chocolate feline, staring at the windowsill nearby themselves.
He’d wasted no time whatsoever getting back into the conversation with but a tranquil hiss, “trust me, Chummer’s no friend of mine anymore; his treacherous deed alone proves to me where his loyalty lies…”
“And what of Celaeno, Sir Capper: surely thou hast not conflated his transgressions with hers; dost thou still consider her a friend and a confidant…?” Luna then asked the eponymous visitor almost rather instantaneously, catching the latter off–guard, “even thou canst find the answer to such a simple question…”
“Of course we’re friends… it’s just that ever since that day your heroes came here to save the world, it’d made me realize how complicit I was in the dark deeds I’d dared doing, the very things he’d done to me as well as that of the Storm King too, and to them of all beings no less…” the chocolate feline sighed sadly, looking forlorn away from the blue alicorn.
She’d slowly moved forward to him and replied, “I know how that feels and to tell you the truth, I’d went through a similar situation: over a moon ago, I’d subjected myself to a creature of mine own design as penance for the past millennia spent watching, waiting, and plotting my return to take over Equestria as Nightmare Moon. I’d figured that due to my willingness in succumbing to jealousy and envy over how my sister was adored intrepidly, the only proper solution was to torture myself through the use of my dream walker abilities onto myself; what I’d not been prepared for was the growing intensity being able to spread itself far and wide than my initial control, let alone my perception of it all. Eventually, everyone in Ponyville was gravely affected by my own creature, the Tantabus, forcing the slumbering subjects to endure their collective worst nightmares one by one, including that of its very heroes you’ve already met: Twilight, Pinkie, Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow, and Applejack wert the very first targets of the entity’s infectious reach prior to its general spread. It’s rather ineffable to consider how this traumatic turn of events would’ve unfolded had things gone differently; of course, it’s probably how the Storm King might take this as an opportunity to use it to his advantage in retrospect, much like he did with your home: one day it’s a small community, next week it’s the whole world. If anything, I’d want nothing more than to step down and leave this throne forevermore at this rate; having everyone going back to fear thee since returning, even with a sister and a circle of friends by thy side is a cold comfort if one canst not be around to project them alongside others: a draconequus breaking out, changelings invading, plundervines sprouting, and what have thee.”
“But why go through all this after all these years…?” Capper had interjected, despite effortless composing himself afore Luna instantaneously, “ponies still look up to you, like it or not: you’re an inspiration, a success story spawning years’ worth of adventures betwixt others seen and otherwise; there shouldn’t be a reason to relinquish the crown, let alone before all of Equestria.”
“There’s already enough reason anyway nonetheless: a long life means watching everyone thy calleth kith and/or kin alike pass on before your very eyes, be in old age, at stillbirth, or betwixt that; the fact I’d tried to end my sister’s livelihood makes the regret even more potent to this day…” the blue alicorn responded, shedding a single teardrop up in front of the chocolate feline.
A series within brief momentous sounds of silence returned before both corporeal parties at once: him standing near the windowsill in shock and her positioned at the bedside with muted sorrow; in a hot minute, he was quick to break the icy chill in between themselves by speaking out to her, “I guess that makes the both of us here – you a failed sororicide and me a former swindler…”
“At least thou art better than all the swindlers in the whole wide world, let alone in Klugetown; the brothers up north cheated many out of Twilight’s teachings, even my mentor Starswirl…” Luna merely chuckled prior to both of her very wings gently unfurling before Capper, “as the nocturnal princess of Equestria, I commandeth thee: consoleth me…”
Seeing they were still standing, the chocolate feline wasted no time closing the distance he and the blue alicorn shared, eyes accented with blushing considerably. As the twosome finally grew closer to one another, even the light and thin oxygen became heavy and dense with every breath they took in such a short time no less. Therein, their mismatched muzzles slowly opened up while both sets of eyelids had closed; the mutual proximity soon plain to see even within the near darkness. In little time whatsoever, they’d soon surrendered themselves to each other’s amorous intentions, gently wrapping the arms around their target’s backs without care. Neither of them had dared to relent, spending over a minute or so tongue–tied amidst the very embrace as their conjoined passions started growing onto the two. While many would’ve been willing to make a double take at the sight of it all, the very loneliness amongst the duo was something that they were quickly cherishing. Olfactories were starting to shift into a higher gear as he’d picked up on the flowery fragrance emanating from the likes of herself alone and the attire therein too. Of the twosome in question, only Luna had felt the entirety of her body trembling about from the mere act of returning Capper’s osculation in spite of asymmetry. Details alone couldn’t even be enough to describe whatever they were thinking so to speak of, at least not yet for the time being from the blue alicorn’s perspective.
“Hmm… Luna’s temperament reminds me of Tempest herself: subdued and patient yet tranquil compared to the first time our eyes had met; even now, the princess feels unnerved by the whole ordeal yet orders are orders, more comfortable compared to the first ones…” the chocolate feline cerebrated, the juxtaposition amid himself and his taller target doing little to stop their telemetry.
Despite the control wielded, she was the first to break away from his constricted maws and said, “thy taste is reminiscent of the sea’s bounty and the life it holds; is this what it means to be carnivorous, hungering for the flesh of other organisms in a mundane bid for survival…?”
“It’s what cats such as myself do; of course, not everyone from my homeland does this nor are they felines either…” Capper retorted, sliding right out of his red coat to bask in the darkness which he and Luna were currently in, “still, we don’t go out of our way to kill creatures needlessly, at least not since I’ve been on the run…”
“’Tis understandable: being trapped on the moon for at least a millennium wreaked havoc on my diet; the magic alone was the only thing keeping me tied to the corporeal form and I’d little control over it anyway…” the blue alicorn sighed as the sounds of broken interlocking had soon materialized behind her, something the chocolate feline picked up on.
It wasn’t long until her pink dress fell onto to the very same floor, embracing the newfound dishabille beneath as its owner showed him her hidden contents; bearing a supple form with densities rivaling the likes of inflated volleyballs due to concentrated air, the dark undergarments were illuminated in a bright hue: brassiere, panties, stockings, and garter belts shone by her horn.
Looking at Luna’s underclothing made Capper’s face and tail stand on endwise as she’d smiled big and wide, prompting him to stammer on and about, “oh, my…”
“I’ve been waiting for this night to happen a long time, dear Capper: though we art different, thy urges art the same as many others like and unlike thee; wilst thou be up for the task at play…?” the blue alicorn laughed softly as the latches of the first fabric were broken away from her body, emphasizing the differences betwixt herself and the chocolate feline, “enough chatter anyway…”
“LUNA…!” he’d yowled her name as she’d sandwiched his face within the bared and pointy cleavage with little warning whatsoever; though caught off–guard, the former was at ease with the integuments belonging to the latter directly at each side of the cheekbone: the solidus state of the address was made clear now that both movable lifeforms were in directly close range at once.
Aroused by the active Luna, Capper had been inserted into her bosoms at once, both parties fully aware of the collective means, motive, and opportunity, especially with his whiskers on her skin: of the two, the former cooed at the latter, “so, what dost thou thinketh of mine breastplate, Sir Capper: pleased to find that ‘tis up to thy expectations as Equestria’s princess of the night…?”
“They remind me of my homeland… or at least in my youth; it’s been a long time since I’d thought of Abyssinia and I can’t even remember it all…” the chocolate feline answered, breaking away from the blue alicorn’s bust to look up at her tenderhearted cyan irises with a slight saturation therein, “even now, I still wonder…”
“Do more than just that…” she’d said to him.
Capper bent forward face first back into Luna’s cleavage, this time starting to fondle them slowly with his tongue, making the latter moan slightly from the contact. Soon, the blue alicorn felt herself hardening as the chocolate feline had begun suckling onto her figure, leaving behind some ribbons of saliva on her own bosoms. Her moaning then intensified when his teeth had started chewing over her nubbins, causing both eyes to widen at bit and some dentition to flash across the muzzle. In spite of the suddenly sharp and stinging spasms, Luna held on firmly as Capper had remained latched onto her bust’s endings, savoring it all despite being gentle. As a result of the chocolate feline’s unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air had traveled in and out of the blue alicorn at various speeds and concentrations responsive. As he was accompanied by the lone legatos of her emissions, he’d gotten a taste of its contents, the latter smiling about as the former drank away its fluids therein.
Now breaking away from Luna, Capper was slowly becoming overwhelmed by a wave of concupiscence thanks to her and the fullest form she’d possessed in full display; needless to say, he’d said to her, “your treasures are better than that of Korova’s… even after all this time, its qualities are still preserved…”
“All the more reason why mine sister and I art so different from the rest of our kind…” the blue alicorn sighed with a blush, taking the time to slid the knickers off of her waist; as she’d done so, the chocolate feline was treated to a simplistic yet stylistic image of a silver moon on her flanks, “speaking of which, thou art the first of thine kind to have progressed this far in exploring me…”
“Indeed, I am…” he'd said before lowering himself even further below her eye level, planting a trail of kisses down across the body until he’d stopped at her waistline in a matter of minutes no less.
Now bent down on both knees over the fibrous surface, Capper’s tongue currently had quickly slipped out his mouth and slowly slid it into Luna’s sheath. Soon, the blue alicorn felt hot and heavy since the chocolate feline began lapping the contents of her undercarriage, resting a lone hand over his dark tresses. As soon as she’d felt his muzzle and whiskers tickling her before slowly slithering it all inward, she moaned slowly yet loudly at how narrow it was to him. Even so, Capper ran his very tongue right around Luna’s gaskins briefly as they, too, were soon starting to spread a bit further wide for him to explore them. The chocolate feline barely helped himself but drooled every time he’d went sliding in and out of the blue alicorn's flowerbed repetitively, his paws on her hips. In no time, she’d delivered out more of her small moans, turning into loud yelps of happiness since the depths of her sheath were tampered by him alone. The sheer cold from Capper’s expedition had soon caused the achromatic fluid to go squirting from Luna’s undercarriage to his warmly taste buds in return.
As the purring chocolate feline sniffed the blue alicorn’s moist flowerbed before sneaking another quick lick from her, she’d gasped stably at his efforts with a smile, “sounds like to me that thou hast found mine milk and honey more than necessary; perhaps thou wouldst likest to get to knoweth me better already…”
“Before I do that, Luna, I must warn you: I’m not like the other string of your little ponies, especially stallions, mind you; my unmentionables are far different from them…” he said to her, standing back up face–to–face at once as she’d turned her back towards him literally to display both haunches with a wave of the tail and the solution trailing down, “they’re like a rose stem…”
“’Tis of little concern to myself; it’s like what our mentor hadst said: to accept even the most beautiful of flowers, let alone a single pale rose, one must accept the thorns – something thou canst relate to…” Luna chuckled as she’d bent herself over the bedside without a care in whole wide world for Capper’s disclaimer or the fact the last of his clothes slowly joined her pink dress.
It wasn’t long until the chocolate feline’s prepuce was held out into the open air with the rest of his fur: it was of a dark crimson with a few barbs sticking out and about but contained no signs of pain whatsoever; it’d stood in direct contrast to the fact the blue alicorn was open with its narrow depressions therein.
Trembling about, he’d asked her calmly, “are you sure you want this…?”
“Relax thyself: I’ve already read about thine kind’s mating rituals and how little pain it causes; of course, Equestria’s dating habits art no different, let alone in terms of prehistory…” Luna answered, turning around to find that Capper was still feet away from her sedentary form, “still, I’m princess of the night so I commandeth thee to give me the pleasure of a lifetime…!”
With the same tongue from before, the chocolate feline jutted into the blue alicorn once again, this time in her croup as it’d sent tingles throughout the rest of body as she’d shut both of her own eyes tightly, suppressing quiet moans responsively. She’d reopened them to look back quickly, watching in contented intrigue now that he’d held onto her fundament firmly in his grasp, muzzle buried inside at once running around and within thoroughly while that tongue went onto an exploration. Capper still held onto to Luna despite stopping a bit to lap at the adjacent sheath underneath, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue had switched back to the croup and vice versa repetitively; needless to say, she held firm no less. Soon, the blue alicorn felt her salivation curling down from the corner of her lips with the very sensation of the chocolate feline’s excursion gave way to hunger and thirst; then again, she’d felt more’s in dire need of her desires becoming fulfillment. In the meantime, he’d stretched her flanks wide before forwarding his tongue back inside of it, causing her to collapse onto the comforter beneath and closed her eyes again while giving out a loud moan, her undercarriage currently leaking about. Luna had started gurgling about at the thought of what had made Capper seemingly unwilling to let go of the taste soon enough, the dribble from his tongue surpassed the point of being almost incapable of letting her very own weight support itself. Despite the supersaturation, the blue alicorn was cut off from making attempts to reach down to her wet flowerbed and start furbishing as the chocolate feline permeated through the fundament in such an illustrious manner, slurping and licking about.
“Almost done…” he’d ruminated after taking another lick from her croup, prompting him to take a deep breath as his shaft remained firm.
Needless to say, Luna struggled to regain her stature and bellowed to Capper, “COPULATE ALREADY…!”
Now that the chocolate feline’s tongue was dried from filling both contents of salivation inside the now irate blue alicorn, he stood up straight and reoriented himself towards her flanks gently.
A blushing grin was flexed from her as she got back up in a quadrupedal position, this time with her knees onto the blanket while feeling his thorny yard near the upper crevice of her fundament. With Capper’s still holding firmly onto Luna’s croup stretched wide, he took his prepuce and plunged it in through slowly and progressively which had leisurely aroused her despite the stress. Since the still wet saliva inside the blue alicorn’s narrowly tight croup was acting as an emollient, she felt more pleasure each time the chocolate feline slowly rubbed against herself. She’d wavered around and gave out vastly little high–pitched moans from her lips, yelping in happiness once again as more jolts travel up her spine, friction growing from their galling coats. Even he could barely help himself but grunt, pant, and moan every time his thrusting shaft was puncturing throughout Luna’s flanks, wriggling around like a lavish caterpillar even as she bled.
“MREOW…!” cried Capper as he slid his yard all the way through the blue alicorn’s already salivated fundament, feeling himself escape into her: this time, its tickled pink warmth began conjoining with his cold saliva within the spiked abyss; still, its reminiscence of typhoon force winds drilled into her with great pleasure, “hah, you okay, your highness…?”
“’Twas not something to be concerned about, dear Capper: thou hast done well in pleasing me; ‘tis a shame that I’d underestimated the depths of thy undercarriage…” she’d said to the chocolate feline with interspersed panting and moaning, apathetic to the stinging pain within her croup as she rolled over slowly to face him once more for clarity while her tiara fell out of place.
Drenched in perspiration, he’d asked softly, “you want to keep going though…?”
“Do it: I want thee to conclude the encounter before the night is over or at least before my sister raising the sun; even now, I still have some energy left inside me…” Luna gasped as her sheath still flowed with the transparently achromatic fluid for Capper to see, “besides, I’m not done with thee yet: thy latest assault on mine rear had cut me off from grasping mine whispering eye. I want thine seed inside me to flow in the same way: fret not thy concerns for causing me any vexations in the ordeal whatsoever; make mine maidenhood thine to keep the fullest extent until ’tis nevermore…!”
Sure enough, the two tenants had soon seized this very golden opportunity like they’d wished for after already embracing one another in the ever–present winds and waves from not too long ago. Eventually at once, the blue alicorn’s narrow undercarriage now become firmly aligned almost immediately, giving out a rather diminutive, ardent yet heavy breath from its owner’s muzzle. Already, the chocolate feline started resting his very paws on her cleavage at once, slowly planting his muzzle on hers before running his tongue against the latter without restraint therein. Luna didn’t care about the fact that their differences were made fully apparent, feeling his very prepuce directly in her flowerbed calibrating their collective movements almost instantaneously. Inside their very ordeal, the blue alicorn slowly raised her hands towards Capper’s furry chest in an attempt to keep him stable as they were now trading momentum with one another so to speak. Now that both of their integuments had started to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the inhabitants moan. Gearing up from the chocolate feline’s prepuce in herself, each intensely pulp friction caused her to give a loud happy moan amid the heavy breaths and pants, verging on the loss of his standing. Sure enough, Luna also felt his grip tightening as his very body was threatening to give way, their collective placement prompting her to raise herself upward and help him sit up straight.
“NGH…!” Capper mewed after shooting out again, this time in the path of the blue alicorn’s sheath with its searing heat of the very expulsion making her face burn brightly as she started sweating about at once.
At long last, the chocolate feline found himself collapsing onto her body, his face barely making it towards her own as they were gasping for the air that had remained present and accounted for; of the tired duo in each other’s collective vicinity, she’d been quick in speaking out to him, “so Capper, pleased to find how I’ve lived up to thine expectations after all this time since then…?”
“Mm… it was worth every second to be with you, your majesty; it’s a shame we won’t be able to meet again for a while…” he’d answered lethargically, doing his upmost to suppress a small yawn in front of Luna so to speak, “come to think of it, what will you do should Princess Celestia learn about what had transpired between us…”
“Leave everything to me, dear love: even being stuck out of the timeframe failed to deter me from resuming my responsibilities; had ‘twere not been for Twilight’s bibliophilia, my reacquaintance with the modern times would’ve ended in disaster…” the blue alicorn said before kissing Capper on the cheek briefly, causing his visage to burn brightly almost immediately.
It wasn’t long until the chocolate feline glanced at the closed curtain from across the bedside and asked, “how long are you going to stay though, Luna…?”
“Practically until I awake from my slumber: at this rate, even the most discreet of locations will become a target for the most determined of individuals, Equestrian and otherwise…” she’d replied to him without any hesitation whatsoever, finding the time to reach for the opposite edge of the bedding and cover themselves in the fabric, “still, my powers art separate from the others.”
“Ah yes, your dreamscaping ventures: that would make for an interesting slumber; although, have you ever come across someone whom can do the same thing or are you all alone…?” Capper sighed before his eyesight slowly succumbed to the darkness; his latest question had failed to go unnoticed by the likes of Luna herself.
Still, the blue alicorn remained patient and yawned, “hopefully alone; otherwise, we could be in a whole mess of vexations. Night, Sir Cap…”
“Same here, Lu…” the chocolate feline had cooed in turn before purring about to slumber off right at once, “I’ll see you in the morning…”
After another minute or so, both parties had turned their heads aside to find themselves in the darkness; nevertheless, they were both happy to be spending this time together with one another here of all place for such reasons. Much of it was self–explanatory and evident to a fault based on the living bodies of evidence, uncaring of how tacky their integuments were already in; even their nonchalant attitude were but acceptance of the turn of events. With the twosome slowly but surely straightaway snuggling in the soaking sweat, the slavering salivation, and the secreted saps shared and served simultaneously, Capper and Luna softly sank in the soothing stagnant sensations.
