The last Spring I saw Moondancer
Moondancer's spring semester
Author's Note
This fanfiction is not for the casual reader and it may be hard for some to read. I wrote it because reality is cruel and dark and I must express my trauma. Even if it is messy.
You never know who you may touch with your stories and works after all.
Moondancer's spring semester
It has been about 34 days since I last saw Moondancer from graduation. The smell of cheap cologne and expensively done hair was all over the graduation hall back in Pegasus University. Our school, Canterlot high, had to rent out the space because we had a massive student body that year, and a lot of property damage from the magical shit. It seemed like the best day of our lives for me and Moondancer. I can still remember her combing her messy ass hair and being nervous as hell.
As expected, Moondancer was Valedictorian and I was the 15th highest in the class. It was a lukewarm standing-ovation for me because of me being ordinary in all grades, but I was a master at music theory. It was my ticket to getting a half cover scholarship for my college. It was the 4th best music school in the state. Moondancer got into the best school for writing, a full ride to her school, but ever since she got that email...she has been acting weird around me.
I don’t know what all the details were or are involving her scholarship, but she was very distant from me. No kissing, hugging, hand holding even. Of course, sex was a no go given her religious family, but that wasn’t the case it seems..
It all happened when she finally texted me after all of these days. I was in my dorm when it happened and the file was massive. It was a good 15 minute video. No message attached with it, but just a video. The thumbnail was black too.
I immediately started texting the usual insecure boyfriend lines: Where are you? How come you haven’t answered my texts or my calls? I messaged Moondancer with inveigh messages because of my frustration. No replies back. Nothing. 10 minutes pass, then 20, 30, hour. I shook my head at the bullshit and turned my phone off. I wasn’t going to entertain her nonsense from ghosting me.
A day passed and I went to classes and to work like usual. 2 more days pass and the lack of reply after sending those messages starts to make me anxious. The days started to feel like and the video hasn’t been touched at all. Why would she say nothing and then a random video? It makes no sense. Overtime, my curiosity was too much to handle. I missed my girlfriend more than I hated her ghosting me. If watching this video was her way of communicating, then I have no choice but to look at it.
So I sat in my bed, my dorm mates weren't home, I pressed the play button and I listened to the audio.
It came to Moondancer being groped by a man on screen.
I gasped as my face clenched and I felt anger and humiliation. I was starting to sweat and look more intensely into the screen more than necessary. I heard groans and moans from the background and they matched up with Moondancer’s mouth. I see the guy behind her was a tanned skin man, he had blonde hair and a lip ring. Since he was shirtless, I saw tattoos and rippling muscles on him. I looked at my arms and body and saw that I was scrawny and lanky. I was only the average height of 5’6” and Moondancer was 5’5”. This man looked to be 6’3” and he was…
He was powerful.
He was what most women would look for in the normal world. They are healthy and powerful-though I bet they only offer looks and genes, but not money and skills. But even still, guys like me don’t get harems. I am just a boy versus this guy.
The imagery becomes more apparent in the phone video.
Moon was blushing extremely hard and she was pushing his hand away, almost in protest, but it looked like an embarrassed playful shove more than a fearful retreat. The man pointed Moondancer’s face to his and kissed her windy as his hand went inside her pink underwear. The slowly laid flat on the bed and the camera went to another above them.
I started to gulp as the moisture in my slowly went away. The scene was the calm before the storm. Moondancer gasped as she moved her face away from his and looked at the camera. My heart stopped as I saw her smile before moaning loudly in the shot. The man smiled and pulled off the only piece of clothing he had on him and showed his massive endowment to Moondancer.
Moondancer’s face lit up like the national war holiday and she gasped so loud that it was a shriek. “I-is that your cock~! I want it! Give it to me! Please!” The very first thing that Moondancer said and the man laughed and patted her head like a damn house pet. However, the expression that I saw on Moondancer was...I have never seen her so happy in my life. She was almost like a young kid being given candy.
So when she started to suck his cock with extreme gusto and reckless abandon, I had no choice but to watch. Her throat would bulge and she would cough and wheeze as she wanted as much of his manhood in her submissive mouth as possible. Her bra slowly got stained by the slobber she would leak from her mouth and the man would face fuck her like a masturbatory toy. It was nothing like I had ever seen in real life. Porno, but not real life. The man would grab her ponytail and say derogatory things like: “I bet your boyfriend never gave it to you huh?” or “Damn you got a mouth. I hope you kiss your boyfriend after I cum in it.” These comments wouldn’t normally piss me off to my core. I actually used to laugh at seeing these kinds of tropes in comics and movies. How likely would a cruel event like this happen?
It did happen. Now I am on the other side of the trope.
After 15 minutes of sucking this man off, Moondancer got on her knees and slipped out of her panties. She wiggled her ass and begged for his mighty dick to fuck her ass. Something she has always prayed to experience. The man giggled and slapped her as he lubed up his cock and entered Moondancer. The moans from both of them were animalistic and beyond human. Moondancer was wild as hell as she just started doing doggy and she came from the sensation. Her body convulsed and shook with extreme passion, she flopped on the bed and the man behind her withdrew from her ass. He said that he had a shitty orgasm and that Moondancer needs to repay him somehow. Moondancer was a horny mess and her hair was all over her face. I saw her mouth move and she whispered something to the man before he asked her repeatedly to say it louder until Moondancer screamed out loud.
“I’LL LET YOU IMPREGNATE ME! PLEASE FUCK ME!”
He smiled as he looked at Moondancer with extreme interest. The next thing I am about to tell you most first have some caution. It isn’t healthy for most men who have experienced this kind of trauma.
I saw Moondancer on screen flip herself on her back and smiled a truly happy smile. She opened her legs and arms as the man came onto her and inserted his dick into her. A perversion of missionary which is the intimate of all positions for couples, but now it's just a scene I have to live with for the rest of my life. The man started to thrust and groan as he was humping for dear life. Almost desperately trying to impregnate Moondancer. The video has only 2 minutes left, so I will try to explain all of the depravity I can.
Every thrust emitted a sound from Moondancer. A strong gasp or a moan. Her body shook as the force from this man was enough to creak the bed beneath them. Moondancer even intimately wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him. Sweat and the lighting made their bodies look like shining ornaments on Christmas, sounds of passionate and lustful union was the symphony of the background now and the score of my nightmares. Over time the man did something unbelievable, he grabbed Moondancer, who in-turn wrapped her legs and arms tightly around his body. The man picked her up and moved her lower half closer to the camera panned at the foot of the bed. The camera from up top switches to the pan and I got a clear view of him finishing their love making.
In the clearest shot possible, I saw the tanned man’s balls clench and he groaned a loud groan as he came inside Moondancer. The video stopped at the scene and I was left with my phone in my hand and my penis was shamefully erect. I had tears of anger fall down my face and I threw my phone against the wall and yelled. I punched my pillow and smashed up my bed. When the rage calmed down, I looked at a picture framed of our graduation day and I cried as the memories that were once happy, are now painful. What did I do wrong to deserve the worst cruelty ever? What did I do that wasn’t enough for Moondancer?
What could I have done to be her perfect man?
