Author's Note

What this fetish is called i cannot say. But if you happen to know please tell me. It is my favorite.

Bonus 3.

Bonus 3.
Gatekeeper Most Cruel.

Luna soared through her realm on a muggy summer night with particular zeal, drawn toward a particularly active spot hidden away by a veil of noise. The myriad of dreams calling out to her swam past like the billions of water particles running in a river, growing faster and more hurried the closer she came. This beacon called out for her with a peculiar tone, one that reached out for her distinctly. She could no more ignore it than she could ignore someone calling her name, the reflex of the Night Mistress to address and explore the realm of pony thoughts.

Breaching the surface of this strange dream, she immediately knew its owner by feeling alone. Every pony had a mojo to their thoughts, like their special aroma or delightfully unique flavor. Derpy Hooves’ was light and fluffy, warm and nourishing. The dryer sheet scent was cushioned by the softness of feminine sweetness, a Mother’s overwhelming and adoring grasp. The Princess breathed a sigh of relief here, she felt cared for and nurtured by a higher power again, something she hadn’t felt since the beginning of Equestria eons ago.

Curiously, she didn’t need to take on any sort of shape to hide away from the dream. It subtly welcomed her to approach in her true form, gliding thoughtlessly into a chamber of her own castle. Her hooves became solid against the plush rug of the south wing, a section generally reserved for foreign dignitaries and their entourage. Luna shivered as a winter chill rushed up her spine, drawing her seafoam eyes towards her oddly covered back.

Derpy dressed her in a flowing and thick dress, perhaps something that a bride to be would wear to her betrothed’s estate. Little shoes clung to her hooves and reflected her expression in flashes of silver, revealing the layer of makeup covering her face. Bright lipstick, dark eye liner and flaring eye lashes. She moved with the flow of the dream in a professional and trained step, but her ancient mind couldn’t help but wonder what on Earth was going on.

Why would Derpy need her dressed like this? Why was there such a chill in the air? What was this warmth welling inside of her, a childish excitement for Heart’s Warming Eve at Grandma’s house? She could only wait on answers as she was drawn to the Master bedroom of the south wing, both guards bowing to her as they opened the ebony wood doors.

“She enters! Honorable Right, Mistress and Arbiter, The Princess Luna!” The guard cried in ancient tradition, bringing attention to the Princess’ arrival. She entered carefully so as not to intrude too rudely, addressing Derpy directly as she stood in the middle of the room. The lavishly furnished chamber crackled with a fire burning in the hearth, its dancing light bouncing off the polished stone that remained cold to the touch. Luna could see the snow falling outside the narrow siege windows of the castle, white flurries rushing down from a white sky. It made her gravitate toward the warm inferno and the even warmer body occupying the living room, both mares bowing to one another.

“Princess.”

“Duchess.” Luna returned, smiling sweetly at the exotically dressed pegasus. Derpy was clad in flowing necklaces of gilded pearls, a simple and elegant dress covering her heavily pregnant shape. The mare bristled with marks of status and affection, her rings and necklaces and piercings all melding together until it appeared she was surrounded by an aura of swirling stars. A single black pearl hung between her eyes, accenting her wheat color irises like a shining supernova in a starless sky. It pulled Luna in like a blackhole, sucking her closer to Derpy until she and the shorter mare shared an affectionate nuzzle against their respective necks.

“It is a grand pleasure to see you again, Duchess. We are so ever glad you hath come to us.” Derpy smiled bashfully and giggled to herself, the jingle of her jewelry mirroring the somewhat sloshing sache of her full belly. She bulged out her dress on either side of her body, so much so that one could rest a cup of tea on the top of her burden. The pegasus seemed to glow with fertility and health, a perfectly crafted mare for bringing foals into the world. Winter time was a rare season to be so loaded with children, as they would surely be born before the snow melted and the blooming spring brought the crops out of the ground.

Clearly, a mark of her status. Duchess Derpy needn’t worry about low wheat stores or the fragile potato crop. She was fabulously wealthy and only concerned with higher matters. Luna blushed at the detail put into every facet of the mare’s appearance, for she was infectiously beautiful.

“I extend the same feeling to you, Honorable Princess. It brings us both such comfort to stride through these gilded halls.” Her voice had dropped an octave since Luna last laid eyes on Derpy, or perhaps it was just how she always perceived herself. The mature, clear and clean rumble of bassy femininity hit differently than her childish babbling. The Night Princess was drawn to follow it toward a pair of couches across from the fire, fine furniture so prestigious and rare it was decorated with sapphires and gold. Sitting on opposing pieces, the mares placed a polite barrier between themselves, though the Royal among them sensed that there was no such need for pleasantries. Without a clear idea of what exactly it was, Luna tasted in the air a deeper and more intimate intention to this meeting.

“Ten-thousand years they stand. And may another ten-thousand see them stalwart as ever.” The Duchess lay her head against the plush cushion of her seat examinine Luna with crystal clear eyes. Her gilded irises sliced deep through the royal fluff and glamor, flashes of mischievous jade just barely visible in flecks of color.

“But… we imagine that this call was not to speak about your accommodations.” Luna spoke without using her own voice, for her words were dictated by the silent mind laying across from her. Derpy guided this dream like a director guiding his actors, albeit with a far more omnipotent command. Until Luna deemed it necessary to intervene, she was along for the ride and curiously watching where it went.

“It is true. Unfortunately, I am not so interested in architecture and masculine drivel of the sort.” She and Luna shared a snooty giggle between them as a powerful aroma started to fly through the room. A sudden rush of pheromones caught Luna’s sense and made her blood run just that much hotter. An adult, feminine, wild excitement shot through her like a bullet tearing its way through thin wooden planks. Derpy was clearly affected as well, her wings gently rising from her back with sprinkles of diamonds studded between her grey feathers.

“Then… enlighten us. Whatsoever requires my immediate attention, Duchess?” Luna chirped with a curious and playful tone, her eyes narrowing down to sultry slits as Derpy licked her lips. The poison creeping through the room emanated from the bedchamber like smoke from a bonfire filling a cabin. It swirled and danced around the mares with taunting tendrils digging at their minds in aggressive jabs of irritating desire. Luna knew this scent, but only from second-hand whiffs caught off the Duchess herself.

“My sources say… that thou have interest in exotic pursuits and wonders.” The Duchess answered, her pupils dilating to wide spheres of ebony when the masculine presence sank deep into her.

“Presume Us guilty.” Luna answered, her ears flicking in order to better tune towards the soft padding of feet. Duofold doors of thick mahogany split down the middle, letting a rush of steamy excitement flood the room and drown every present mare. The distinct and strange noise of bipedalism coupled with soft soles against marble announced in no unclear terms just who was accompanying the Duchess.

“We’ve brought you a treasure most rare. Marvelous treat from lands never touched by pony-kind.” The Duchess’ words were lost in the river of sensation that the human put out, his throbbing and captivating masculinity so brilliant and bright it could outshine the sun. Luna felt her heart stop for several seconds in the wake of your booming entrance, her eyes struggling to behold all the delicious detail.

“Is he not divine? My Anonymous commands so much attention wherever we go.” Indeed you did, at the behest of your wife of course. Fresh from the bath, your musk was accented with scented oils and herbs spread across your fine skin. Muscles glistened with the tiniest film of the nourishing potion of bathwater, catching the fire’s light and sparkling. Each and every feature was polished to a mirror finish, all imperfections once hiding in your body blasted away in Derpy’s vision of you. Everything was groomed and kept perfect as she saw fit, an army of celibate and dedicated maids employed to assure your health. Luna could not help when her eyes drifted downwards toward your less honorable areas, her disappointment quickly turned to curiosity when a snow-white towel covered your groin.

Your expression was nothing short of utter coldness, an unfeeling grimace birthed from life as a working man. Luna felt your past in a familiar pang of joy, a rise to power marked not by birthright, but pure strength of will. You had earned this position in higher society, you had earned your wife and you had claimed all you saw. A far-cry from the weakling, limp-wristed gentry she often dealt with. Her tongue curled from between pursed lips to lather them with sweet spittle, a hungry reflex when spying such a pristine specimen.

“Your Grace? I presume you have been acquainted with my Husband?” The Duchess said as the unmoving statue came to life and approached her. Disciplined eyes set on her and her alone, your wife lifting her head with expectant lips. All the Princess could do when the sweet smack of flesh to flesh hit her ears was whine jealousy, an icy spear driving through her heart in light of such dedication.

“Ind-... Indeed… We recall his Excellency from the Dragon’s Summit some time ago…” The princess swallowed the boulder building in her throat, watching closely as the stiff human stood over his bride. He assuringly rubbed his hand across her bulging gut in honor and reverence of his heirs-to-be. Duchess Derpy shifted and huffed as the babes within kicked against her soft walls, a trio of children baking together inside her warm womb and waiting to be birthed.

“He’s changed quite a bit since then, if I may say with pride.” The Duchess cooed and giggled with mirth as she was stroked and pet and protected by her human, a slab of muscle looming over her with the cool and calculating expression of a devious and ambitious planner. Luna caught her eyes tracking his hands as they glided over and pressed into the fold of Derpy’s body, the soft noises released from her downy fur making the feathers on her back ruffle with needy twitches.

“I am sure you know this, but he requires quite a lot of taming whenever we make visitations to Canterlot.” The princess hummed with feigned thoughtfulness whilst Anon knelt by his bride, casually kissing with a trained restraint. So much power stuffed into such a tall body allowed you to be incredibly forceful with just about any pony you came across. It would be child's play to assert your will over the nation, but Derpy held all that force in her hooves. When guided by her, you were a trained hound loyal following her commands to the letter. The dedication in the most mundane of your actions embarrassed other stallions of objectively higher caliber, for they could never reign in their masculinity like Derpy did.

“Mmmwauh! He requires so much attention, my poor Husband. I’m afraid that hardly a week goes by that I mustn’t satisfy his carnal cravings for me.” Luna’s front teeth gnashed at her lip until the cyan lipstick there peeled off in slobbery shingles. The thought of you looming over her with fierce need in your eyes brought tendrils of sick pleasure to her heart. The instinctive desire to surrender and go limp for a powerful male made her back legs weak and her front legs twitchy. All her muscles wished to serve you, to be soft and pliant and limp in your arms like a ragdoll happily accepting whatever may come its way.

The Duchess sensed such desire in her Hostess. She was not highly regarded among the Canterlot elite, but the meaningless opinions of her lessers could never dampen her intelligence. She crooned with a deep growl when she caught the Princess devouring you with her eyes. You followed silent commands communicated through subtle body language until the Duchess fired the starting pistol.

“Anonymous? Would you be averse to servicing our most gracious hostess tonight?” Luna gasped at the notion as it fought through her conflicted mind. Her body popped and burst on the inside with the dirty thrill of sex running through every muscle. Nerves fired off with excited fireworks as she was spoken of in such a disrespectful and crude manner. No pony would ever dare suggest such a thing, not if they valued their livelihood in Canterlot. Just as her Father had dictated before his death, speaking of such lurid things involving the royalty was high treason. Doing so on the royal grounds, before the pure and clean Sisters with such a brazen and measured tone carried the sentence of death by drowning. Duchess Derpy chanced her and her human being lashed to logs and thrown into the icy canal supplying Canterlot, a damning fate that would press her once good name into the muddy dregs of history.

It was disrespectful. It was unlawful. It was nothing short of sacrilege. And Luna drank in the devious intent with a parched throat.

“We… I… I cannot…” She attempted to force the words from her rapidly wetting mouth. Crackles and mumbles were all that fell from her trembling lips as you drew near, the overwhelming presence of your tall stature next to her turning Luna into a needy puddle of a Princess. The staggering height difference set the primal parts of her mind alight with the instinct to cower and worship. Just as a tall stallion in the days of prehistory was a sign of health and strength that would breed strong foals, a tall human projected the very same signals of dominance and capability. Duchess Derpy always contended with the masses molesting her Husband with their greedy eyes, a long shadow inviting many dirty roaches to hide beneath it. The Matriarch allowed another to bask in your good graces and still held the reigns firmly in her grasp.

“If it is what my darling Wife desires, then it will be done.” You replied with a soldier’s discipline and eloquence. No long speeches of flowery desire, no trained dialect meant to light the spirit on fire and no hiding behind complex innuendo. You were so charmingly simple. A machine sculpted from flesh and bone. Luna then twitched and felt her breath hitch as you touched her, the alien feel of fingers dancing down her neck making icy chills burst across her body.

“Sir Duke! We- We cannot! ‘Tis not proper!” She whined and whimpered as you caressed her down with delicate and trained strokes across her indigo pelt. You paid no mind to her quiet and half-hearted protests. Every mare you had bedded for your wife’s entertainment complained and refused at first. Perhaps out of politeness or fear of consequences. But after dozens of spirited breedings with every walk of mare across Equestria, you knew better than to stop. Duchess would never sic you on a mare who wasn’t mad with so-called “human fever.”

“Oh shush, Princess. He shan’t put a finger where you hath no desire for one.” Duchess Derpy grinned and hummed happily as her heart boiled over with a unique satisfaction. Luna was struggling to cope with but the lightest of your touches, the most gentle of pleasure you could provide a mare. The mere suggestion of naughtiness- of walking the line between the acceptable and the lecherous- made Luna mad with conflict. Her higher mind with its weaker ties in her physical being snarled and snapped and frothed at the mouth when you touched her. She knew well enough that this was not allowed, that this was breaking every regulation that ruled the Princess’ life from morning to night. It was a destruction of that which made her civilized, which made her Kingdom function from top to bottom.

But the deep roots of her primal and carnal desire were far stronger. They held sway over her true self, the animal that powered the high and mighty monarch. She was but a beast with a thin veneer of pomp and training to cover up savage thirst. Your touch was a chisel against that coating, breaking off the spackling of modesty with brutal smashes against that fragile little coating. Flakes fell all around her, dazing the Night Princess into a slurried state that could only function on the most basal, needy level.

“He- He should not-... haahnnng…” Words failed her, for there was insufficient communication in this place. The complicated and delicate action of speech was far too cumbersome for a mare in her position.

Duchess Derpy adored the breaking of mares. She loved nothing more than to watch them crumble from afar, the same satisfaction as watching a building fall into dust from a skilful demolition. Sure, there was a time when you first took her to your breast that it happened just as easily to her. The first few months of being your wife were indeed a wild and blurry memory of endless pleasure. To relive it was a thrill without comparison. The pegasus’ wings faltered against her back, extending outwards to display her healthy, lush and bejeweled plumage for you. A mare with a wide wingspan was desirable like a stallion with a large maleness- the reflex was impossible to fight.

“Oh, don’t humor us with platitudes and denial, Dear Princess.” The Duchess hummed, signaling you subtly to go further. Human fingers danced down Luna’s neck and scoured over her back, touching delicate nerve bundles just right so her skin would shudder and twitch. The equine body simply wasn’t built for such tactile feedback, let alone a body that was so rarely pampered as Luna’s. Satisfaction crashed through her like a volley of cannon fire, forcing the Night Mistress to bite her lip and dam the throaty moans sloshing in her chest.

“Contrary to what your silly nobility believes, I am not so ignorant as not notice how you covet my stallion.” Luna’s breath hitched as she was betrayed. Her mind flooded with the conflicting emotions of fear and arousal, her wings splaying outwards with a rude “FWOMP!” The Duchess giggled and narrowed her eyes to needles at the young royal, licking her lips deviously. The Nocturnal Matriarch could vaporize insolent mortals like her and the human, but such skill in the arcane arts was utterly useless in this vulnerable and suffocating heat.

“How you molest him with your gaze. How you follow him about like a filly in heat to catch his scent. How the blue bloods and pure breds claim he could easily fall to their ‘whims.’ It offends me.” Though speaking seriously and watching an intimate exchange, Duchess Derpy held her expression of friendliness. Welcoming, horny, needy friendliness.

“Soon enough, I came to wonder. ‘What would a self-respecting mare do for just a taste of a prime stallion? What low would she debase herself toward? What false promise would she make for a single night?’ It’s a rare and curious thing to see, Your Highness.”

“MMNAHH!” Luna cried out in sharp delight as your hands cupped her hips, a cheek pressing to hers in powerful assertion of sure dominance. Her fur stood on end and trembled under your touch, begging for yet more stimulation whilst an avalanche fell all around her. Hot breaths hammered her down, flattening the iron politician into a simpering little filly.

“Princess Twilight, Cadence, the Filthy Riches, Fleur De Lis, Queen Chrysalis… none more than a moment of passion for my Husband. A notch in his belt etched by howling moans and humiliating diatribes of desire. He has claimed countless treasures for me. Yet, only two of the most prestigious variety remain.” Luna could not fathom the depth of this fantasy. How debauched and thorough a seemingly simple mind like Derpy’s could be that she would not only lust after her natural love, but the domination of others so far off. Others she had never even meant, but wished to see ruined regardless.

“Well?” The Duchess hummed, her grin nothing short of pure malcontent condensed into a mare’s face.

“Won’t you show us the depths of your depravity, Princess Luna? Will you submit your divine body to MY stallion for his selfish satisfaction?” The Duchess had to wait for her answer, as the mouth of her accused was quite busy with its own howls and whines. Luna’s lips curled and twitched and quivered with the tide of sexual ferocity crashing over her, thrashing waves beating her down until she was utterly powerless before her own needs. Her sex winked and bulged out of her backside with a puffy and shining arousal. Her blood flushed the dripping flesh with an evening darkness until the deep cerulean morphed into glimmering, sticky purple.

The Princess’ powerful and ancient heart pounded in her chest with such force that her lips quivered on each thump, their winking rhythm disrupted by this cardiac beat dominating her perception. Your scent, your warmth and your aggression was all her once sharp and keen mind could understand. You were everything she had ever desired- at least since she had come through the double doors sealing off this lusty paradise.

“W-we-! We doth- Aaaauuungh! Gods above!” She groaned and cast her eyes back towards your work, the slightest dribble of need falling from her exclusive love. Hardly a stallion had ever seen it, let alone claimed it as theirs. Luna was a prized lay in the eyes of every stallion lusting for mares. Perhaps not as prestigious as her immaculate sister, she was still seen as a model for all mares and the demonstrator of their natural beauty.

You were about to have her. Not only for free, but with such willing compliance that you don't need to play games to win her over. The Duchess nodded her head with a dark blush across her cheeks, signaling you to steal away the Princess and begin the night in earnest.

“Anon, my precious Husband? Please escort the Princess to her new favorite bed.” You complied and spirited the Night away, cupping her like a babe and letting her juices flow down your powerful arm. Such warmth and sugary need was thrilling, beads and tear-drops of heady arousal washing out portions of your own musk in favor of this rare scent. The unique musk of a Princess, one of two who would never share it with any pony other than the most elite of the elite. Her mark soaked into your permeable and smooth skin, forever painting you as one of the lucky beings to have her turn to putty in your arms.

She received much the same gift from you, as well. Sweat and oils and human spirit trickled into her fur like a heavy fog consuming a mountain. The caustic and addictive compounds flushed her mind of any conflict, all logic and self-respect. This was breeding at its most primal. And in some ways, she hoped it was the most pure. Nothing quite matched the sensation or the honor of carrying a powerful stallion’s foals inside, Luna was especially inspired by the duty such a burden imposed. Her tail flagged for you as her body met the soft sheets of luxury, her teal eyes falling to the grey mare relaxing across a love seat tucked in the corner of the room. A curious sight that denied being examined, for there were greater and more jarring things to come.

“Master Anonymous… this is truly what ye desire?” Luna whined as she was descended upon, her belly posted skyward and her limbs quickly wrapping about your body. Your size totally engulfed her in a blanket of muscle and security, like the entire castle had folded in on itself and buried her alive in the most comfortable place imaginable. The Princess wondered just when your expression would turn about from its face of bored and aloof coldness. She waited for any emotion to come across at all, something to betray just how you felt, how you thought of her. But you returned nothing of the sort, as your heart was hardened as your patience. The very best she could hope for was a confirming hand running down the curve of her lithe belly and the shocking warmth of fingers against her sex.

“Huhng?! Mmph!” She complained with throaty moans of pleasure and surprise mixing together into a toxic jumble of sounds, her eyes flying to yours when the tactile feedback had hit her totally. Your hands were rough and firm, yet still perfectly soft for the task at hand. No hard horn from the hoof of one like her, your touch was totally unique in Equestria and highly prize by all mare kind. Duchess Derpy cooed when she saw the burst of need rocket across the Royal’s face in a tell-tale display of your abilities.

“Yesssssss, my Husband. Touch her. Give her what she wants.” Duchess commanded with a seething and dark tone to her voice. A sadistic and tortuous music trebled in each word she let loose, as if this was no light-hearted gift to lift the spirits. Luna sensed something awry with the manner with which she was handled, but that tiny notice was barely registered when your prying grasp pulled open her marehood and let plumes of steam fill the room.

“Hmmph! Hnng, oh Gods! Anon- EEK! Master- please!” Luna’s nerves fired off without rhyme or reason or mercy inside her head. The flesh of her purple and plump lips fed her a constant stream of stimulation she could hardly process, as each blooming stroke and touch and fidget was devastating to her. It took every last bit of her mind to keep track of it all, the totality of her brilliance guided by your primal and common hand.

“Feel her, Dear Anonymous. I want you to touch what so many stallions can only fantasize about! Claim it boldly for me!” Derpy cheered you on with narrowed and focused eyes concentrated on your work, feeding off every little movement in your arm. You worked Luna’s slit up and down, back and forth and to and fro. Gently warping the very outside of her opening about, you got a sense for how rubbery, pliant and soft she could be. Rivers were beginning to run between your fingers with musky and sticky little inlets threading between the tiny bits of fur accenting her need. The more you rubbed, the wetter the scene below became. Hardly a minute passed before the flat of your hand was grinding and swiping and slipping over her winking cunt like greased ball bearings.

“Hnng! Stars above! Anonymous, thine hand is incredible!” Luna barked into the air of the bedchamber, craning her neck to kiss you. Still lips hovered just out of reach of her panting and whining snout, the millimeter gap between your mouths deliciously short, yet punishingly wide. You could feel Derpy shiver at the idea, as she always reserved such intimate pleasures for herself.

“Withhold, my Husband. Let the Princess earn what I am so freely given.” Pleading eyes from below meant nothing when such a direct and uncompromising order was given. You felt no need to defy Derpy, as the pony you held now was nothing in light of your Mistress. Luna might as well have been the Princess of Dirt, for all that it mattered to you. Spreading her lips, feeling about the soft opening of her flower and teasing her flexible entrance was no exercise in your own release, lust or desire. It was all for the Mistress. The one and only mare in all Equestria.

Luna was unaware of this cold and unfeeling arrangement. She fell into her role naturally as a rock falling to Earth, especially since every last bit of energy poured into holding fast to your body. Hooves kicked helplessly in the air as a single finger pressed inside of her, parting her soft and slick walls so you could drink in the texture of such divine feminity.

“Oooh! Oh damnable stars above!” She squealed, the voice of a pleasure goddess bouncing harmlessly off the walls around you. Then and there, she was beyond saving. As assuredly as day becomes night, Princess Luna became yours in mind and body. Her walls crushed your finger and her eyes molested yours. Bodies alien to one another became unified in a much practiced dance of debauchery and wet squelching. Silky purple flesh pulsed and nursed around your digit as if she wanted to rip it off and keep it forever, a most pleasing texture rippling across your sensitive hand. If any pony had curiosity large enough to ask you would gladly describe your fondness for alicorn sex. Nothing quite compared to the musculature of a goddess coupled with the satin grip of common femininity. It was sex on steroids, everything wonderful and raw magnified into its purest and most pretty form.

In your own deep thoughts you still prefered the glorious fit of Derpy’s canal. But then again, you would rather suffer a swift blow to the gonads than love another mare simply for her body. Exploring enough to please your Wife, the main course of action finally rolled into place. Luna gasped and watched with great concentration as your fingers oozed from her opening and moved toward your mouth, allowing you to sample her freshly brewed and sweet nectar.

“How is it, my Wonderful Husband? How does Luna compare to all the other poor mares that will never feel your touch again?” The Duchess asked with her own hoof hovering about her engorged snatch, a combination of hormones and body heat making for an intensely musky and thick scent. The caustic eyes of a self-made man bored through Luna’s as you sampled and took in her flavor, locking it away in the infinite vault of secrets at the back of your mind.

“Fine wine. Sharp and intense. But murmurs away into a most pleasing taste unlike any fruit I’ve had the pleasure of eating.” Luna’s forelimbs folded against her chest as she choked out some sound between a moan and a meow for more, begging you to be more passionate with every hurried and heated breath.

“Mmmmmmh… she sounds so desperate, my Husband. Luna must suffer so many lonely nights in this dreary castle all on her own… won’t you cure her of this awful affliction?” Powerful hands concisely negotiated about the Princess’ body and settled on either side of her head. Crushing the mattress down around her, Luna fell into the gravity of your form and quickly braced her legs around you. She wanted to be close, she wanted to be close enough to merge with you. This entirely twisted moment in time would be too short if it was made eternal to her. Listening to your heartbeat, feeling your manhood knock against her silky door- it inspired her most feminine spirit to sing jovially in her heart.

“Oooooooh gods! Divine powers! Mmmph!” She cried out as her silken and sopping entrance was stretched open about your manhood and made to bow before its unstoppable force. Bending flesh and squeezing muscle submitted to your presence and bathed your shaft in unbearable warmth, one so familiar to a mare that it made even you shiver somewhat.

“Rrrnnnng…” You snarled into her ear as she buried her face in your throat and crushed her hooves into your back. Deep ruts formed in your muscle from the pressure of her grip, clawing at you as if silently begging for yet more. Power restrained only by your mercy toward the mare boiled and frothed to be set free at such wonderful stimulation, the burning inside only quenched by the startling pleasure of sowing your seed inside a willing female. A savage and selfish desire that would see itself satisfied no matter the social ire it might draw. Your body and your mind competed against one another in this brutal brawl of breeding and thrusting and huffing, both burying the Princess beneath a mountain of masculinity from which there was no manner of escape.

“Ha- HMMN~! Master Anon! Moon above- NYAAH~!!! Thou art the most- UMPH! Divine feeling stallion in all Equestria!” She hollered without control and without shame. The proud and ear-splitting voice of the Nation’s ruler echoed off these stony walls with waving songs of intense pleasure. Her physical being ran straight over her thoughts and crushed them flat against the floor, smothering everything with the sludgy and dark confusion of orgasmic bliss. The alicorn could trace every last bit of your man-hood inside her, from the ridges to the veins to the throbbing channels keeping you stiff. Duofold heart beats bumped and throttled against one another in the excitement, ticking with opposing metronomes of organic energy. Likewise, you had to admire how silken and artful her insides were. Nothing so rough and haphazard as a commoner, rather, the perfectly smooth walls of a master craftsman’s work. A soft and gripping texture that resisted pulling away, but welcomed rushing through. Intense warmth so permeating that its heated waves channeled from your shaft to your hips and up your spine like a river flowing uphill.

Her scent and yours combined in the increasingly steamy atmosphere surrounding your coupling, making the Duchess simply ooze with marish need that sullied the royal loveseat. Derpy bit her hoof and growled to herself in content as yet another prestigious mare fell to her monstrous human. The angle of her perch let her watch as your shaft glimmered in the weak light of the bedchamber for a moment before plunging right back into the quivering socket. Gooey strings of excitement clung to your hips as they pistoned back and forth, pounding soft and vulnerable flesh with mallet-like force at a steady and brutal rhythm. She adored watching your familiar body work, all the muscles and sinew and motions clear and apparent without fur to obscure the view. But something about Luna’s tensing muscles, twitching legs, kicking hooves and shrieking cries of satisfaction dug deep into her heart.

Knowing full well that this was a milestone for the mare, that this would be the best lay of her entire long life and that she was the arbiter therein, pleased her to no end. Watching as a master in his craft did sick work on such a prim and proper mare, reducing her to nothing but a drooling, sex-obsessed beast made her squirm with warm tingles. She gasped and groaned as a particularly hard thrust made Luna cross her back legs around your hips, squeezing you against her bounding hips as her orgasm rocketed between muscles like firecracker sparks.

“Oooh! What a healthy release! My Husband truly brings out the best in a mare, doesn’t he?” The Duchess giggled as Luna wordlessly gasped and licked your neck, staring into your eyes with sparkles of adoration. Her breaths were heavy and quick and labored, drawing in your addictive scent until it clogged her mind completely. You stared back as well, wearing your stoic mask as you always did under supervision.

“Finish her, my Anonymous. Make her yours from this day forward.” The Duchess commanded, so you obeyed. Releasing any manner of restraint, your body went into a thrusting dervish. A slapping staccato made a terrible racket in the room when combined with the suddenly hysterical Luna’s moans of affection. She gasped and whined and yipped in time with your penetrating, pushing harder and harder against you until there was hardly a quarter inch of human flesh leaving her on each pull. Her grip grew tighter and more desperate with every passing second in your presence, locking her to you until all your mortal muscles could do was bury your cock inside her and vainly bash at her guts. She refused to let you move, refused to let you escape and demanded you breed her completely as a stallion could.

“Hah- mmph- yes- ooh~!!! We love you! Moon and Sun, We love you! Stay with me! Breed me everyday, Master! Make me your mare! Be my King! Be my King!” She desperately huffed and drooled as you pounded into her one last time before releasing the levie. A sudden flush of white powered through her once pristine canal and saturated it with your mark. Just as they had done for every other mare of importance in Equestria, both your orbs contracted and forced impregnating, fertile seed into the quivering mess of a pony below you. High pressure and concentrated jets of release spewed through Luna and filled her divine womb, making her the most high and sanctified mare in Canterlot for the few seconds it took to fill her. You could watch the personality fade from her eyes, the bright spark of personhood that made her the figurehead of a nation. In its place, nothing but lust. The animalistic lust that ruled the roost of primitive, wild species’. Duchess Derpy coveted the image forever in her mind, biting her lip until a single drop of blood ran down her chin.

“What… a show… My Husband~.” She hummed and worked herself into the cushions, satisfied to see Princess Luna kissing your lips with fervent energy. The mare whined and whinnied for her rented stallion in the darkening night, allowing the dream to transition its muddy series of events to another time and place. In an instant Luna was recomposed, re-dressed and made proper again. The weak rays of sunlight streamed through the stained glass of Canterlot’s main hall and bathed everything in the warm, dull light of the rising sun. Luna stood there, bedraggled and exhausted with a content grin on her face as the guests of honor made their leave. Out through the main door and into the cold snowfall of winter, Sir Anonymous strutted away without even acknowledging her.

“Indeed. He must maintain some semblance of control about Us now. Since we have… bedded. Perhaps Anonymous is shy in regards to such true love between he and other mares. This, We can certainly understand. But already We feel hunger for him. Blessed divine bring him back to Us quickly! Send this stallion to min bed chambers on gilded wings and not a shred of modesty! A single day without his love is intolerable to this mare!" The Princess’ body trembled at the memory of the prior night and the multitude of climaxes you brought her. Truly the most magical and overwhelming evening of her life. It filled her soul with the flurry of excitement endemic to seeing a loved one, the passing Duchess Derpy inviting her to speak softly between the guards and the mingling nobility.

“T’was an evening most delightful, yon prior.” She chirped to the smiling mare wrapped in warm wool and cotton to protect her brood.

“I must agree. A most pleasing show your Majesty hath shown me.” The Duchess and Luna giggled as they reached the doors protecting them from the wind, stopping for a moment to address one another.

“Mayhaps… We should hear from ye again in the coming days? To host thine Duke and thy children would be a most comfortable arrangement.” Derpy gave a strange smile in reaction to such a question, biting at her raw lip and narrowing her eyes.

“Oh Your Majesty… were it any other time I would agree to an arrangement so comfortable and enlightening.” Her wings stiffened against her back, unfurling ever so slightly before the befuddled Mistress of the Night.

“But my Husband has enjoyed your company once and that is enough for him. He shan't be needing thy Royal services any longer.” Luna’s heart sank and her eyes nearly watered at the loss, the concerned mare watching as Derpy made her leave.

“B- but… but we shared such intimacy… Thou commended Our time together! Surely We may make a compromise?” Derpy simply laughed and stepped down the snowy steps toward her waiting man, his cold stare fixed solely on her in the busy streets.

“Ah yes. But indeed, he is my husband. Thus it is my decision to make. Send him no letters, Your Majesty! For he shall not read them!” And with that, they were gone and unbothered by her troubled stare. Luna’s gaping jaw and aghast expression simply waited there as the dream dissipated into Derpy’s mind, fading away until she opened her eyes to the same ceiling she slept beneath every night. With a gleeful smile she yawned gently and snuggled in against your chest, kissing your sleeping cheek.

“MY husband.”