Author's Note

Contains: Futa, Cunnilingus, Vaginal

2: Longing

Gamete, currently in his Patchouli form, sat back at the counter of his Relax and Release massage parlor. It had been a quiet day, with only a couple ‘normal’ customers: those who were unaware of his secret, and truly came for a lovely one-hour massage, and nothing more.

It had been enough, though, and his belly was full of ponies’ love for his expert touch and restorative techniques. He had nopony else scheduled, and while he sometimes took walk-ins, was currently considering shutting down a bit early to go out and enjoy the lovely Canterlot weather before the sun set.

For this reason, he was completely unprepared for the Princess of Friendship to apparate into his waiting room with a massive flash and loud, crackling splash of noise. Twilight blinked and looked around at her surroundings, taking in the lovely atmosphere of the tiny little parlor that was bathed in the orange-red glow of evening sunlight. It only took her a moment to realize that Patchouli was collapsed underneath her stool behind the counter, where she had landed after falling back with a shout.

“Ohmigosh! I’m so so sorry! I didn’t think anypony would be right here, though I kind of didn’t know what exactly the location was like, and I probably should have checked first, so really it’s all my fault, I just—” Twilight said, her words tumbling out shakily from her muzzle before stopping. “...Are you alright?” she asked, cringing.

“Oh, uh, yes dear,” Patchouli answered, blinking the surprise away from her face. “I’m sorry, we don’t get many… uh… teleporting clients in.” She paused after settling back onto the stool, her face pale. “An alicorn…? P-Princess Twilight?”

“Ah! Yes! Just call me Twilight, please, I’m already feeling awkward enough as it is.”

“Oh?”

“That’s why I teleported in, actually, I was afraid somepony might see and get the wrong idea, or you know, know. I feel really bad about scaring you.”

“It’s quite alright, dear,” Patchouli said, sliding off the stool and walking around the counter. “Er, pray tell, what brings you in today, Your H—Twilight? Nerves?” she asked, quickly assessing the antsy alicorn.

“Well, yes, no. No. Sorta. I’ve got a lot of… Tension. Lots of tension lately, that I can’t seem to handle on my own.”

“We can certainly help you with that, but I’m not sure why you’d be worried about being seen going for a relaxing mass—”

“Princess Luna recommended you.”

“...I see,” Patchouli said after a long pause. “That kind of tension.”

Twilight looked down and away, blushing hard. “Yeah.”

“Oh, dear, there’s no need to be ashamed! That is precisely why we’re here. I presume Princess Luna told you we have a couple different masseuses here? Was there any in particular you were hoping to see?”

“She told me to ask for Gamete.”

“...I see,” Patchouli said again, after another pause. “Then you know…?”

“Mmhmm,” Twilight said, giving a weak, awkward smile. “And then, in the room, I can… you know… with…”

“Yes dear.” Patchouli dropped the surprise from her face, quelling her own nervous energy stemming from a surprise visit from Royalty. Luna might have been her most frequent client, but it was still very much illegal to be doing what she did. She could feel, however, the pure and honest anxiety and embarrassment oozing from the Princess, and that would simply not do for a friend of Luna’s. “Well then, no time like the present!” she said, gently patting Twilight’s back and directing her down the hallway. “Into the room on the far right. You’ll find a lovely bed. Get yourself comfortable on that and then I’ll be in in a moment.”

“Thank you, Ms…?”

“Patchouli, but you might as well wait,” she said, closing the door behind Twilight. “I won’t be me for much longer.”

After a few minutes she knocked and entered the room again, finding Twilight laying down on her belly, hindlegs towards the door. The incense from earlier in the day was still burning, a blend of cool scents with a balsamic overtone. The stereo was playing a loop of a summer pond, and the rhythmic croaks of frogs and chirps of crickets played above a background of lapping waves through wind-rushed reeds.

“Comfortable?”

“I feel pretty awkward still, but, uh, physically, I am. This is nice.” She swallowed hard, turning her head to watch as Patchouli walked around her body. “So what now?”

“Now,” she said, “I make sure I know exactly what you want without speaking in euphemisms. You said Princess Luna recommended Gamete; did she tell you why?”

“She said he was a changeling and could be anypony I wanted him to be.”

There was a quick green flame and Patchouli’s form was replaced with Gamete’s own, and the Changeling looked at her with his own nervous smile.

“This always feels like stripping naked whenever I do it with a new client. Next question. You said you needed help relieving tension, which could mean—”

“I have actual muscle tension I could use some help with, but also, uh…”

“Go on, dear, this is the most private room you can find in Canterlot. The front door is locked and even warded. You know my secret, so you can trust me to keep yours.”

Twilight sighed and buried her face in her forelegs before mumbling something.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. I know it’s difficult, but I cannot continue without informed consent.”

“...I need to get fucked.” Her cheeks glowed bright red and she pushed her muzzle even further into her legs. “It’s been driving me crazy lately. There’s a certain pony that I’m mad for, but being a Princess, I can’t do anything about it without there being some sort of a scandal, and I really don’t want my sex life ever being discussed in the newspapers. I’ve hardly been able to stand it the last couple weeks. Luna could tell I was distracted, and so after a quick discussion she recommended you.”

“Clear enough to me!” Gamete said, nodding curtly and turning around to the cupboard of oils. He set a few different ones down, glanced backwards at Twilight, and then grabbed a final jar and placed it down onto the counter. “So who’s this special somepony you’d like to spend some time with?”

“...Princess Luna.”

Gamete stuttered in his movements for only a moment, before carrying on. “Ah. I see. That would be difficult. You’re in luck,” he said, before another green flame overtook him.

Before Twilight was Princess Luna. Twilight blinked, shocked by how perfectly replicated she had been. Her eyes tracked down from the ethereal mane, to the turquoise irises, lingering there only for a moment before drifting to those indigo lips. Realizing she was staring with her jaw dropped, she squeaked, her hindlegs snapping together as her eyelids slammed shut.

A hoof caressed behind Twilight’s ear, and she opened her eyes to find Luna’s own inches away from her. Stars above, she even smelled exactly like Luna!

“I happen to be intimately familiar with this body,” Luna said, before leaning in and kissing Twilight.

Twilight’s rational mind protested, complaining that this was only a Changeling; a copy, a facsimile, merely a fantasy in three dimensions, and immediately her heart intervened.

She didn’t care. From the ears to the hooves to the cutie mark to the tail, and everywhere in between, this was Luna. It was Luna’s caress on her back. It was Luna’s lips pressed against hers. And it was Luna’s tongue exploring her mouth.

She melted, her hindlegs relaxing and drifting apart as she pressed her own mouth back into the kiss. For once, she decided, to hell with logic. She needed this.

Luna broke the kiss and blinked slowly, her long eyelashes swaying along with the butterflies in Twilight’s stomach. “We’ll begin with the massage,” she said, in her own voice.

Of course it was her own voice. Whose else would it have been? Twilight shook her head lightly, feeling dizzy, feeling excited. “Oh, that sounds… really nice.”

“Any problem areas?” Luna asked, opening the specially chosen jar with magic and applying a coat to her forehooves.

“My rump, mainly. Croup and haunches. Sitting up prim and proper all the time has been torture on my lower back.”

“Such is the price of power, no?” Luna said, approaching Twilight’s rear from behind. “Let me know if this is too much or too little.”

“Mmhm,” Twilight said, resting her head on the pillow and letting her forehooves drop off the front of the bed.

Luna placed her hooves where Twilight’s rump met her back and started pressing down, alternating pressure from one hoof to the other. She started slow, kneading the muscles gently like a cat would a blanket, incrementally stepping up the pressure with each cycle. Her hooves moved away from Twilight’s spine, gently working their way down to her hips before sliding back up into the center of each haunch.

The muscles were almost rock hard, but the warming oil Luna had selected worked their own form of magic, loosening and relaxing Twilight’s hindquarters while the hooves moved further back down her body, towards her dock.

Luna rubbed the back of Twilight’s ass, her touch pressing and dragging towards her thighs and then back up with expert fluidity. Twilight moaned, her tail instinctively rising from the stimulation, teasing Luna with a peek of her quivering marehood.

The masseuse paid no attention, continuing to work away on Twilight’s back bits. She slid over and started working on her left thigh, delicately lifting the leg up and spreading it out while palpating the muscles. Her hooves moved across Twilight’s body like fairies over a field, uninterrupted, magical, dancing over her leg and up around her ass and down to the other.

A moment later and Luna had switched sides, and with that same gracious touch pulled Twilight’s other leg out from center, fully revealing her nethers in all their glory. Instinctively, embarrassed, Twilight went to close her legs, only for Luna to patiently lift and separate them again.

Twilight breathed in deeply, the hazy incense relaxing and calming her anxieties, and she let her legs rest with her privates bare to the world. The more Luna’s hooves kneaded and rubbed her, the more she felt the tension and stress and worries pool away, flowing off the bed and onto the floor and out of her mind and body.

She breathed in again, a sharp intake this time, as a new sensation was felt. It was not a hoof—those were up on her back, massaging the divide between back and butt again—but something smaller instead.

Her legs quivered as Luna’s tongue ran along the inside of her groin and up to her asshole, circling the ring once, twice, three times before coming down on the other side. An ember began to burn within her, and with every loop of Luna’s tongue around her pussy it flared hotter and hotter, until she felt like a furnace was roaring between her thighs.

With an elegant twist in the pattern Luna’s tongue slipped between the folds of Twilight’s honeypot. She did not gasp, but instead a long, low groan of ecstasy came from her chest, her eyes crossing as Luna probed and prodded and licked and sucked. Though the sounds coming from between Twilight’s legs were anything but, The Princess of the Night was regal and dignified with every flex of her tongue and movement of her lips, and Twilight found herself swaying backwards, leaning into her lover’s muzzle as the tingling in her thighs grew greater.

Luna’s hooves, still caressing Twilight’s ass and legs, pressed back and held her steady, and Twilight started to squirm and lightly buck, almost there, her eyes crossing, horn starting to spark…

Luna pulled away from Twilight’s winking clit, and her hooves slowed to a rest on her ass.

“Wha… but…” Twilight whined, eventually lifting her head up from the pillow in confusion. She locked sight with Luna, who had stepped around the bed to face Twilight head on, with pleading eyes. “I was so close.”

Luna said nothing but leaned in and kissed Twilight again, caressing her mane while Twilight tasted her own wetness. That same hazy dizziness came over her again, and she melted in Luna’s kiss, her eyes droopy with love.

Finally Luna broke the kiss and then placed her forehooves on Twilight’s withers. Twilight watched as Luna’s rigid horsecock lifted up into view, the tip lingering right before her eyes for just a moment before Luna stepped up, thrusting her cock slowly against Twilight’s horn and through her mane.

“Are you sure… she’s this big?” Twilight asked dreamily, her eyes crossed in focus on the shaft that was stroking her forehead, watching the medial ring pass in and out of view. She sighed wistfully before breathing deeply and finding another wave of heat and wet to seep from her folds. She couldn’t believe how hypnotizing Luna’s scent was, and closed her eyes to take another huge intake of air, completely absorbed by the addicting essence of Luna’s stallionhood.

“As I said before, dear Twilight,” Luna said, completing one final thrust and leaning just a bit forward, “I am intimately accustomed with this body.” She smiled deviously and slid up onto the bed, and Twilight gasped as Luna’s balls crept up her muzzle and came to a rest on her eyes.

They were so heavy, Twilight thought, lifting her head up to support more of the weight of the massive testicles. She took another deep breath in, relishing in the aroma of Luna’s sack, wishing for all the world that she could just live there until the end of time.

Luna chuckled, a delicate laugh that rang into Twilight’s heart and resonated within it, giving the mare palpitations. She stepped down off the bed deliberately, giving Twilight time to wantonly chase her balls with her lips, before giving the Princess one final quick kiss and resuming her place at the back of the bed.

“Fuck me, please,” Twilight simpered, purposefully spreading her legs and arching her back down, her tail up as high as it could go. “I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

Luna rubbed Twilight’s ass teasingly, licking her lips as she examined the glistening marehood before her. “Louder, Twilight.”

“Fuck me, Princess,” Twilight said louder, less begging and more demanding now, growing impatient.

“Is that really the level of love you think I deserve?” Luna asked coyly, before giving Twilight’s cutie mark a quick slap. “I won’t ask again, Twilight. How badly do you want me?”

“Fuck my pussy, Princess Luna!” Twilight shouted. She was shivering, shifting her ass unconsciously back and forth, desperate for her crush. “Fuck me! Use me! I need you inside me, I need it. I can’t take it any more! I need you balls deep in me! Fuck! Me!”

“As you wish, Twilight,” Luna said, mounting the squirming alicorn with haste, her body low and pressed down on Twilight’s back, her tip right against Twilight’s folds. Her head nestled down into the crook of Twilight’s neck. “I need you too,” she whispered, right as she thrust forward, penetrating the quivering canal.

Twilight’s squeaks and moans filled the tiny room, echoing off the wall as Luna plunged deeper with every lunge. Twilight could feel it stretching her, the rock hard stallionhood filling every inch of her pussy as it slid smoothly out and in. She could feel Luna’s beating heart through it, feel the contours and pulse of every vein as she clenched and wriggled and writhed beneath Luna’s weight.

A loud smacking noise filled Twilight’s ears as Luna hilted her, the balls kissing her clit and sending shocks of ecstacy and electricity up her spine. Luna’s rhythm picked up pace only slightly, but the deep plowing that slid Twilight’s body up the bed and the flaring head grinding within her was enough to send her mad. Her horn sparked and her legs, so recently relaxed and soothed, spasmed and shook and twitched.

“L… Lu…” Twilight gasped, her tongue hanging out, her eyes rolling back.

She received no reply, save for the loving stroke of a dark blue hoof down her cheek and to her chin, and she came.

Despite all the gasps and groans and gleeful shrieks, her orgasm came in a crashing wave of silence. Her eyes crossed and her legs trembled against Luna’s own, and nothing more than a choked “A-aah~,” escaped from her lips. Her pussy clamped and winked, milking Luna’s cock, and with a deep grunt from the dominating mare a flooding sensation of warmth and love filled Twilight’s body, and she collapsed with a hearty sigh.

Twilight lay wilted on the bed for several minutes, her breathing hard and her vision foggy while Luna’s cum oozed out of her. Thoughts of love and relief flitted about her brain, before she found herself being guided back to her senses by a long and sensual kiss, which lifted her head up and brought her eyes into focus.

“Huh?” she managed to speak, seeing Luna still before her eyes. “Oh… it’s… right.” She smiled warmly, reaching a hoof out to rest against Luna’s cheek. “I suppose that’s it, then?”

“Is your Highness satisfied?” Luna asked, magicing a cloth around herself and handing a fresh, warm towel to Twilight.

“Not… quite yet. Can I… make one last request?”

“Hmm?” Luna said, turning her head curiously towards her.

“Do you charge extra to cuddle?”

“Not today, dear,” Luna said, approaching her with a tender smile on her muzzle.