Twilight Velvet slipped out of the bathroom and grabbed a dress from her closet, staring at herself in the massive mirror on her bedroom wall. She let out a frustrated sigh.
She certainly didn’t look as fresh as she had twenty-three years ago on the day of her marriage. Both her age as well as her children had left their mark on her body, but that wasn’t the thing that was on her mind right now. No, overall Velvet thought that she still looked pretty decent for her age! Her already wide, fertile hips had only thickened over the years, and she had gained some belly-chub, but Velvet fancied that she didn’t exactly look worse, just more mature. More mom-like, even. And besides, with a bit of make-up and the right outfit she could probably still pass as thirty-something years old if she really wanted.
Her looks weren’t the thing that bothered her. No, the things which had Velvet frustrated were of a wholly different nature.
Velvet grumbled as she stared at the dress she carried, half-considering to put it back and find something else. She was worried that her broad hips were just too much for the seams to handle, but that wasn’t the real question here. She had last worn this dress three years ago, when their children had achieved some degree of independence, and Night Light and her had been going out again. It had been one of her favorites ever since their second date, but right now seeing it just just reminded her of how frustrating her marriage had been over the past months.
It wasn’t like they argued or fought, but now that both of their children had moved out Velvet had a lot of time she didn’t know what to do with, and that old flaming passion for her husband had largely evaporated over the decades.
And, well…
The sex hadn’t been great either.
She never would’ve thought that mediocre sex would ever be an issue for her, but if the deeply Freudian, lewd nightmares that had plagued her over the past weeks were any indication, then her sexual frustration was a lot bigger than she had initially assumed. Her suppressed libido had clearly found ways to vent its pent-up needs, and until the root cause had been fixed, those dreams weren’t going to go anywhere. If she had learned anything from devouring pop-science books on psychology and dream interpretation, then it was that.
Sadly, the dreams had, if anything, only made the situation worse.
Her libido had skyrocketed, and as long as Night Light struggled to even get it up, well… Suffice to say, Velvet had started to use her toys nearly twice a day just to keep the burning heat in her loins under control.
She felt like a horny teenage girl stuck in the body of an old, sexually-frustrated mare.
Velvet let out a little sigh. She did not want to blame Night Light for that, but deep down both of them knew that she had needs which he hadn’t been able to satisfy.
He had invited her on a dinner date this evening, and expected her to be there in about an hour. It wasn’t the first time they had tried that. It was a sweet gesture, but deep down Twilight Velvet knew that it was going to end just like those other evenings. They’d come home, they’d kiss, they’d try to have sex, and she would sneak away later to finish things up for herself.
Oh well. Velvet let out a little sigh, grumbling to herself. She wished that their attempts for another baby had worked out, but maybe that just wasn’t meant to be. Right now she had other things to worry about.
Velvet closed the clasp of her silky bra behind her back, and hefted her motherly, heavy breasts with no small amount of pride. Still perky. Even the bra still fit her. The fabric slightly dug into her flesh, but not enough to be uncomfortable, even across a whole evening. After she put on her remaining underwear, she slowly slipped into her dress, praying to Celestia that it was still going to fit.
It did. Just barely.
Putting it on had been a fight of several long-lasting minutes. A drawn-out battle between Velvet’s endurance and her broad hips, whose sheer fertility—if handled without care—was going to tear those straining seems apart the instant she bent over.
But she’d done it. It had taken longer than expected, and she was ever so slightly worried about her dress’ integrity, but now that she’d come this far she certainly wasn’t going to put it back into the closet.
Velvet struck a pose in front of her mirror to admire her handiwork, pushing out her lower lip for a classic ‘duckface’ that looked horribly out of place on her face, no matter how popular it was among teenage fillies.
All that was missing was some make-up. Just not too much.
As she got to work, her thoughts drifted back to her dreams.
She really needed to tell Night Light, didn’t she? Her husband. If anyone deserved to know, then it was him.
Well… If only it was that simple. There were dreams you could talk about with your spouse. The kind of dreams which were about going to the store and not finding any peanut butter, or those which were about failing some kind of stupid exam.
But dreams—or nightmares(?)—full of vivid, obscene sexual fantasies were a whole different beast. The mere memory of last night was exciting enough to give her goosebumps.
The truth was that, even with how scary these dreams could be, after a few days she’d found herself looking forward to them. Sex with her husband had grown stale and boring, but her dreams dragged a side of her to the surface which she’d almost forgotten about. A side which, at least in concept, got a shameful, obscene kick out of dark fantasies like these, out of the idea of being ravaged against her will... If ‘against her will’ was even the right way to put it, at this point. She craved it.
It was the thrill. The lack of agency. Being at the complete mercy of some unknown, obscured stranger who had no issues manhandling her, groping her, or pinning her against the ground.
Passionate. Heated. Sweaty. Hard, relentless sex.
Her dreams were nothing but a figment of her imagination, of course. It’d be silly to think of them as anything else. No matter how real they felt. But even that didn’t change that they had become a better outlet for her needs than anything Night Light could do for her. Telling him that was going to sting. Even if that undefined stranger of her dreams, that stallion that pinned her down and rutted her, was just a shameful, obscene fantasy of her subconsciousness. She knew that this was decidedly not her husband. Taller. Bigger, in more ways than one. Strong. Passionate.
Velvet shuddered.
Maybe weird, obscene nightmares every single day of the week for twelve days in a row were just par for the course for sexually frustrated mares of her age, but as far as Velvet was concerned, all they did was put additional strain on her marriage. Night Light knew that she had been suffering from nightmares. As for the details… How could she possibly do that to her hubby? With how unsatisfying their sex had been over the past months, telling him about dreams that had featured her on her knees, drunk with lust and worshipping someone’s daunting horsecock was only going to make it worse.
And that had just been one of her dreams. Another featured her on her back, her arms tied up above her head and unable to move as an unknown stranger claimed her relentlessly and brutally, and finally released a massive, virile load into the deepest depths of her womb, impregnating her. She’d woken up at 5AM in the morning, covered in sweat and with her husband fast asleep next to her.
Next night’s dream shad seamlessly continued the narrative many fictional months later. That had been the only dream of hers which hadn’t been explicitly sexual, and unlike the previous one, it had felt gentle and warm. She had found herself sitting in warm, waist-height water with a bright, starry night sky above her head. Velvet was holding one of the girls she had given birth to, and allowed her to nurse from her left breast, which the hungry foal did eagerly and happily. Even though she had given birth not too long ago, she was already carrying another foal inside of her, and knew that it wasn’t going to be the last one, and… somehow everything about that just felt right. She was caressing the bump in her belly with her free hand, feeling life blossom within. Broodmare. A fertile, pretty broodmare who took care of her foals.
She had woken up feeling well-rested.
Velvet blinked and shook her head as if to disperse the cloud of horny daydreams surrounding her head, then let out another sigh. Not wistful this time, just amused by her own situation. Waking up horny really should be the least of her worries right now. She grumbled.
Her hands had continued on autopilot as she had been busy daydreaming. All that was missing was her necklace.
The MILF was still fumbling with it as the doorbell rung.
She blinked and tilted her head, staring at her mirror-self with a questioning look, as if it was going to tell her who was at the door. At this hour? They weren’t expecting any visitors, she was pretty sure.
A few moments later Velvet was on her way down the stairs, as careful as necessary, but as quickly as her dress allowed. A few remaining steps, then she opened the door, and instantly went stiff as a board.
“P-Princess Luna…!” Velvet stuttered.
She had to put her head back to look up at the towering warden of the night, glaring down at her with all the stoic power an ancient amazonian alicorn goddess could muster. The princess was flanked by two of her somber guards, both of which had perfected their trademark expression of uncaring boredom.
Velvet was on good terms with Princess Celestia, but having Princess Luna show up on your doorstep at this hour of the day was a whole different beast of a situation. They had never exchanged a single word. Never. Not once. She’d heard of her. She’d spoken about her with Celestia and with Twilight, but Luna herself? She had remained a mystery. An old, ancient “beast” from a forgotten time that had somehow stumbled into the current day and age.
The unicorn mare swallowed nervously. No response. Just the stoic, unfazed glare of a ruler looking down on her subject. Velvet felt her heart beat. Luna tilted her head a little bit, but before she had any chance to say something Velvet decided to ramp up the formality.
“Ah, where are my manners!” She curtsied while presenting an awkward smile, lips tightly pressed together. “It’s an honour to welcome you, Princess Luna, into my home. Please come in and take a seat.”
“…Greetings, Mrs. Sparkle. That won’t be necessary for now.”
Velvet nodded.
At last the princess strode into the living room, having to lower her head to enter. Her guards remained outside. Velvet shut the door in front of them with an awkward smile, and followed her. “Ah… uhm…” She was stammering a little, fumbling with her fingers as though not sure where to put them. Luna’s gaze wandered across the furniture, which (luckily!) had been dusted off earlier today.
“S-so…” No response. “Why does my humble home deserve the honour of your visit, Princess Luna? It’s just that… will it take long, if I may ask? I kind of need to—”
As Luna cocked a brow, Velvet fell silent, and swallowed. Something about Luna made her heart pound, and it wasn’t just the knowledge of being around royalty. No, Celestia managed perfectly well to keep her ‘little ponies’ at ease, even in her close presence. This was different. There was something about Luna’s presence that put butterflies into her stomach, and made her feel all fuzzy, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Celestia was known to have heads turn towards her when she walked through the streets, and the same would be said about Luna in due time. A little more slim, but surprisingly well-built, her arms showing a decent amount of muscle. Her dress seemed almost ceremonial, and she wore it rather well.
And as intimidating as Luna was, something about her seemed familiar, in the strangest possible way, and it only made Velvet more nervous.
The princess let out a little snort. “Surely though… thou realize why We are here?”
Velvet froze up. Luna expected something from her, and she had no idea what it was. She had assumed that this would be about Twilight, but… it really didn’t make sense, Twilight had sent her a letter just two hours ago, there was no way anything had happened to her. But if it wasn’t about her daughter, then it had to be about… her? Why would…
Twilight Velvet stuttered. “…uh…” The awkward silence had already lasted a lot longer than it should have, and Velvet felt the gears in her head whirl and spin to figure out what was happening, her gaze fixated on various pieces of furniture, on just about anything except Luna’s face.
It took a few moments until Velvet reached the conclusion that... she still had no idea what was going on.
And really, there was just one way out of this. Telling Luna the truth, no matter how awkward that would be.
Velvet took a deep breath, steadied herself, and then looked up into Luna’s stoic glare.
“O- Of course I do, Princess.”
Fuck.
Luna stared at her. Velvet flinched.
“Aha.” She didn’t sound particularly convinced. “Then surely thou realizest that We are here for the solitary reason of claiming thy womb as our own and granting thee another pair of foals… if not more. We do not plan to waste any time with idle chit-chat. Nay! Why would We, for it is clear that thy need for Us burns with a passion hardly ever seen, even in the realm of dreams.”
Foals. Dreams.
“Oh.”
The blank stare on Velvet’s face lingered as her brain processed what she had just heard. That certainly explained what about Luna had seemed so weirdly, bizarrely familiar to her. Or even why—despite the harsh, relentless sexual escapades haunting her dreams—her ‘mysterious stranger’ had never quite looked overwhelmingly broad-shouldered and masculine.
For a fraction of a second Velvet’s gaze drifted to Luna’s loins.
If Velvet wasn’t completely mistaken the unmistakable, swaying shape of a stallionhood lurked beneath the fabric. She didn’t even want to think if that meant that Celestia owned one, as well. Or… goodness, Shiny’s wife.
Then reality kicked back in and she realized what sort of situation she was in. Her mouth felt dry.
…
Wait, what? Foals!? Princess Luna was here to… what!?
“U-uhm… P-Princess, surely…” Velvet was hyperventilating, her fingers clutching to her dress. Only now she realized how she’d already slowly taken steps backwards as Luna had gotten closer, sustaining a still uncomfortably close distance of a mere handful inches between her heaving breasts and Luna’s abdomen. “Ah… w-we’re both mares, uhm… how is…”
But backing away was bound to be a temporary solution.
Luna just cooed, hips swaying ever so slightly. There was a happy, delighted smirk on her face—somewhere between that of a playful lover, and that of a ravenous predator waiting to pounce. For Luna it was difficult to take that adorable, fat-assed mare seriously after dozens of shameless, perverted dreams. After Velvet had moaned, begged, and panted for her. Even now the bright flush on her cheeks was more excited than terrified. Tense, but not horrified.
Velvet’s backside bumped into the living room couch’s side, and Luna bridged the remaining gap between them. She nonchalantly wrapped an arm around the unicorn, pinning Velvet against the piece of furniture, but keeping her from toppling backwards onto it.
And the entire time, Velvet was struggling to find the right words that’d somehow buy her a few more moments of time, moments she’d need to explain how all of this had been a massive misunderstanding, how Velvet was not just going to let… even the princess herself walk all over her own marriage, and literally give her exactly what she had dreamed of. Her heart was pumping, her entire body was brimming with nervous, excited tension.
“L-look, I am actually very happy—, I mean… it’s complicated, I mean… yes, I l-loved those dreams, but I didn’t know that they meant anything, and also, we’re both mares, how is this—W-what are you doi—Mhrmrff!”
Luna’s fingers had dug into the obscene expanse of Velvet’s chair-crushing ass, and—without further ado—lifted the entire milf of a unicorn mare a few inches into the air to pull her into a domineering, deep kiss. As their lips met, Velvet managed to keep herself from tensing up and going stiff as a board, instead instinctively clinging to Luna’s waist, as the alicorn gently prodded her tongue right against the shut barrier of her teeth.
Velvet denied her entry, but just for a few seconds. As their eyes met, as the heady, powerful aroma of Luna’s scent, of her entire presence washed over her, and the starry miasma of the alicorn’s mane filled her vision with a mystical, dream-like glimmer, Velvet took a leap of faith and opened up, reluctantly leaning into Luna‘s embrace.
Just like in one of her dreams. It was just a kiss, after all. It didn’t mean anything, right?
Luna let out a guttural, pleased hum, her fingers tightly digging into Velvet’s fat ass. Gently introduced her long, well-trained tongue into Velvet’s mouth, feeling the little mare squirm within her grasp, simultaneously pushing herself away and holding on to the alicorn who was marehandling her so easily. This was not a kiss between equal lovers, no. Luna was kissing Velvet, and the milf of a unicorn just squirmed as the bigger mare’s tongue invaded her mouth with a heat and a passion that she hadn’t experienced in decades.
But no shuddering and whimpering was going to keep Luna from exploring every little crevice of her mouth.
The sheer weight of Velvet’s heavy dumptruck of an ass did not stop Luna from carrying her with ease, dark-blue fingers digging into her squishy cheeks, nothing but a flimsy layer of silky fabric separating them from her hands.
A few minutes later Velvet found herself leaning against the headboard of her bed—her and her husband’s bed, she weakly corrected herself—with Luna looming over her like a starving animal. Her heart raced. She struggled to get anything across her lips, every inch of her body craving for this to continue. Like in her dreams. This is what she’d been waiting for all these weeks. The excitement, the tension. Now all that was missing was…
Luna towered, staring down at her as she unclasped her uniform, and began tossing pieces of clothes to the side. A moment passed, Velvet’s gaze drifted down Luna’s body, and…
Cock.
Just like in her dreams, Twilight Velvet found herself staring right at the fattest beast of a horsecock she had ever seen in her life.
Every single veiny, powerful inch of Princess Luna’s stallionhood throbbed with untamed virility. Its flare swayed all the way down between Luna’s knees, already dribbling, gushing thick beads of slimy precum which were bound to increase in magnitude and frequency as Velvet got her hard. Even just by looking Velvet could tell that a single of her hands couldn’t possibly wrap around its entire girth, even at its thinnest point just below the flare.
As Luna’s cock twitched, Velvet winced ever so slightly.
It was dark. Near black, with just the slightest amount of blue mixed in, separating the color of Luna’s shaft from the dark blue of her coat. It looked mighty, with thick veins lining the surface all the way from Luna’s leathery, musk-reeking sheath to the womb-scraping cockhead that was sure to leave Velvet straining, gaping, and utterly swollen with the princess’ virile, overpowering spunk.
Velvet barely realized how she was staring, gawking at Luna’s cock like a cock-shocked schoolgirl who had never seen a real dick before, and had the luck of dating the biggest stallion in class.
Her nostrils flared hungrily as Luna’s divine dickmusk wafted over her and filled her lungs. This was it. This was the cock of her dreams. Literally, in fact. Her musk-fogged brain struggled to even be shocked by this, or to ask whether this meant that Celestia owned one, too.
It didn’t help that Luna had decided that the time for mere staring had passed. With Velvet on her back, Luna descended onto her, before straddling her, and slamming that half-hard beast of a horsecock onto the pretty unicorn’s torso. Onto her neatly-washed, perfumed dress. Velvet winced.
The sheer length of Luna’s mare-breeding slab of a dick ensured it reached all the way across Velvet’s torso, pushing apart her motherly breasts. Two inches of musk-laden air separated the flare from Velvet’s face. It twitched again, and a thick bead of prejizz pumped all across the unicorn’s chin and neck.
The princess stared at her. “Hesitance? Oh, please. Thou’st already made thy decision. Thy body betrays thine urges. Go on. Serve thy sovereign, and We shall handsomely reward thee, and make all thy dreams come true.” Luna’s tongue darted across her pointy canines, her breath fogging up the air. “…And if thou’rt still steadfast as the clock strikes midnight, we shall never lay hand on thee ever again.”There was no trace of doubt in Luna’s words. It wasn’t going to come to that. She was merely offering Velvet something to hold on to, all while telling her to suck her cock in the most pompous, elaborate and old-fashioned tongue Equestria had seen in centuries.
Velvet bit her lip. Did Luna really expect her to…? She knew the answer. Luna couldn’t have made it any clearer. But… She should tell Luna off. Deny her. Tell her that there was no way she’d betray her hubby like this, and that she certainly wasn’t going to bear another foal… and…
Velvet gulped.
Sweet Celestia, it is much bigger than Night Light’s.
Her mouth was half-open, and her warm breath washed over the dark surface of Luna’s dick. She took a deep breath, its warm, welcoming scent flooded her lungs. Virile. Potent. Addictive.
She wanted to touch it. Just this once. To see if it felt like in her dreams. If she told Luna off then she’d probably regret it for the rest of her life.
Her hands wrapped around the princess’ horsecock. It was warm. Thick. She stroked it, pulled it to her face, and pressed her lips onto its surface. A first kiss, then a second. A few seconds later Velvet already repositioned herself and got onto her knees to give Luna’s cock the attention it deserved, while the monarch waited patiently.
It was different from her dreams. It felt more real. Obviously. Like she was in control of her actions, and it was up to her to impress the princess, to worship every heavy, veiny inch of that black, womb-claiming, marriage-wrecking horsecock with devoted kisses.
Velvet didn’t waste any time. It felt good to be on her knees while Luna loomed over her, and stared at her with certain expectations and a barely restrained libido. Her hands were still slowly, gently jerking along the princess’ daunting length, beads of sticky precum and her own spit adding up to barely sufficiently lube.
Her smeared lipstick clung to its flare.
Luna’s cock twitched a little as the dick-drunk mare stared at it, her hands still jerking with slow, rhythmic movements. Velvet shuddered. Releasing Luna’s stiffening shaft, Velvet reached out to grasp one of her swollen nuts. Heavy. Full. Warm. Positively bloated with dense, sperm-packed cum, if that even made sense. Just one of Luna’s nuts comfortably filled, nearly overflowed her entire hand, and that wasn’t everything.
It was heavy. Even heavier than its sheer size suggested.
Her other hand lifted Luna’s second orb, and she gently hefted them in her palms. Luna’s ballsweat trickled down her wrists, while her dick continued to stiffen, now practically looming over the fertile mare’s face. Velvet finally pressed her muzzle right into the cleft of Luna’s bloated nuts, and took a deep, deep whiff of her potent, mind-fogging and utterly virile nutscent. She knew fully well that she was only digging her own hole deeper. That she thirsted for it. That every inch of her body craved to relive her obscene, sexual dreams.
Up above the shestallion’s flare pumped out fat wads of precum. It smacked onto Velvet’s mane and horn. The strand of preseed clinging to Velvet’s horn dangled for a few seconds, and then dripped onto the sheets.
As she finally pulled her sweat-stained muzzle from Luna’s ballsack, Velvet felt docile, weak, and fuzzy-headed. Like she was meant to be here. Her hands instinctively returned to Luna’s cock, but this time the princess was having none of it.
No, Luna was horny. Greedy. Needy. Her breath was heavy.
Luna’s horn lit up and the domineering grip of her magic shoved Velvet right back onto the sheets.
Her broodmare-to-be’s heart raced.
The princess hesitated for a second to take in the sight of her ‘prey’. Of Velvet Sparkle staring up at her with a wide-eyed look on her face that was half-way between thirsty and nervous. Her hands were clutching into the sheets, her legs pulled together, and her breasts heaved with every deep, fast-paced breath. Her dress looked noticeably worn out—it had barely fit as she had put it on, and now its seams threatened to tear. Her lace bra peaked from her cleavage.
Velvet felt put on display. Like every bit of fabric was just made to be torn off her body.
There was something deeply, obscenely arousing about that. About someone—Luna—desiring her so much she was going to tear her clothes off her body and ravage her right here, right now. Velvet stared at Luna, chewing on her lip, and nodded. The princess smirked.
“Mine.”
Then Luna descended upon her with all the pent-up need you would expect from a mare who was still making up for a thousand years without sexual partners. She forced a shameless, greedy kiss onto Velvet, while her fingers dug into her curves and further explored her body, that oppressive beast of a dick twitching between them.
Fingers hooked beneath Velvet’s clothes, and her panties were torn to the side with careless, harsh movements. The front of her dress was torn open and apart to make it easier, but other than that, Luna’s pent-up need hardly bothered to remove her clothes.
Velvet felt her tight grip at her legs, first spreading them apart and then yanking them upwards and closer to the mare’s face. All the way until she they practically brushed against her chest, priming her for a ‘mating press’ position the likes of which Equestria had not seen in a thousand years.
All of a sudden Velvet was really thankful for all the yoga classes she’d taken over the years.
The princess grinned down at her with a hungry, feral snarl, spreading Velvet’s legs apart a little further and squatting down with full intent of mating pressing the thick, fertile MILF until she’d bear one, if not several, of Princess Luna’s very own bastard foals.
Velvet would be lying if she claimed that this wasn’t one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to her. Her fast-paced breath showcased what little worries still remained in her head. Even after she had spent minutes on her knees, had pampered every tiny inch of Luna’s domineering, ebony slab of a horsecock with all the doting affection, lust and worship it deserved… it was difficult not to be nervous. Worried. But most of all, unbelievably horny. Needy enough that she’d practically gotten dick-drunk at the mere sight of the literal cock of her dreams throbbing just inches from her face, waiting to fill her with another batch of foals.
She was as wet as she could possibly be. Even if there were still doubts floating around in her head… At this point every inch of Velvet’s body was begging for Luna to claim her, and to hammer her into the sheets until she was the foal-swollen, broken broodmare she’d always deserved to be.
The oaken princess-size bed groaned beneath their combined weight. Luna forced Velvet’s legs in position, and allowed her heavy, near-hard beast of a cock to come smacking down onto Velvet’s belly.
Bigger than Night Light’s. Utterly dwarving him, even. Cervix-wrecking, womb-claiming, mare-owning.
Velvet hyperventilated, staring down as Luna’s breeding pole heavily weighed down on her body. With its obscenely thick base resting all the way at Velvet’s sopping wet folds, it still reached nearly all the way across her belly, the flare sitting snugly right between the mom’s heaving, heavy cowtits.
It twitched with greed, a single burst of precum shooting between Velvet’s tits. It seemed thicker, slimier, more potent than any of Night Light’s loads Velvet remembered.
Luna was rocking back and forth, allowing her massive balls to gently smack against the mare’s ass with with every gentle thrust. She had a tight grip on Velvet’s lower legs, letting her keep her right there where she wanted her… But it wasn’t as if Velvet would make any attempt to leave at this point anyway.
No, as much as the thought still scared Velvet, she wanted this just as much as Luna. She had been waiting for someone to pin her down and fuck, fuck and FUCK her, to give her what a pretty, fertile mare (even one of her age!) deserved, and fill her up with the foals she still so desperately craved. If her husband couldn’t do it, someone else would have to. And who would be better suited for the task than one of the princesses, near-goddesses of this world?
Velvet shuddered.
Her hands were clutching into the sheets with excitement, face to face with Luna’s cock. That while having to deal with its owner’s teasing. Luna was gently grinding the base of her shaft against the mare’s folds, staring down at Velvet’s face with a lustful grin that suggested ‘Say it. I know you want this. You’re already mine, and you know it.’
Velvet took a few deep breaths, struggling to meet Luna’s gaze.
“P-please?” Luna’s shaft twitched with excitement as she heard Velvet’s words. Finally.
“G-give it to me. I… f-fuck, I need it. I need you.” Her faltering voice was slowly getting more confident. Luna remained silent, but Velvet could see a hint of satisfaction on the dark monarch’s face.
“Hngf… Please, don’t make me beg like this. You know that I… I want you. Holy fuck, I need you so much. I... p-princess? M-Mistress?” Velvet struggled for a word that seemed appropriate. “I h-have never felt this weak, this… this horny in my entire life. Please fuck me? Please, m-mistress?” Velvet was panting, her gaze falling back to Luna’s dick as the princess pulled back and aligned her shaft with the mare’s pussy.
Luna smirked. “That’s a good broodmare. From this night on, thou’rt mine, and mine alone.” There was a hint of pride on the princess’ lips as she began to thrust.
Velvet had known that the princess was anything but small—especially in that regard—but the sheer size of Luna’s thick, womb-wrecking head ensured that three attempts were necessary to ease it into Velvet’s folds. As the shestallion’s flare popped into Velvet’s cunt, Luna let out a satisfied, greedy grunt, and Velet just gasped. It had nearly knocked the air out of her lungs.
Luna’s cock twitched. Just an inch past the flare. Then another inch followed with the next thrust. The outline of Luna’s cockhead was clearly visible through the mare’s stretched belly.
Precum was gushing, dripping, bursting from the shestud’s cumslit in the absurd quantities necessary to provided lubrication, but even with that and the support of Luna’s magic to ensure a perfect angle, Velvet still felt as though a battering ram was trying to force its way into her.
With every slow, deliberate thrust the flare-shaped bulge in Velvet’s belly slowly traveled further upwards towards her womb. Luna was breaking her in. She could’ve been more forceful, faster and harder, but no, Luna was clearly enjoying the steady, almost ritualistic pace. By the end of this night her newest piece of property would be gaping, straining and worn-out from the overpowering girth of Luna’s fuckspire, and every stallion in Equestria would be able to tell that she’d been taken by someone over twice as hung as he was.
As Luna’s flare kissed her broodmare’s cervix, Luna was still a few inches away from hilting inside of her. The bulge in Velvet’s belly stirred as Luna’s cock twitched, and then the princess finally began to fuck her. Properly. With hard, determined thrusts, ramming her domineering fuckspire of a horsecock into Velvet’s drooling cunt over, and over, and over again as the mare below her went from panting, to moaning, to shouting loud enough that the neighbors were going to hear her.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Steady, hard, relentless. Fucked into the sheets by someone who was more of a stallion than her own husband could ever be. “Making love” didn’t come close to describing this act. Luna was taking her like a stallion. Despite that, she was still taking it slowly. Hard and deep, but not fast.
A few minutes in, Luna slowed down even further, and then stopped.
Velvet panted loudly, her eyes opening. Drool was dribbling from the corner of her mouth. “H-huh…?” She blinked.
Luna stared down at her and then opened her mouth.
“Good. Girl.”
Then she continued. Harder. Faster.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Velvet’s hands tore at the sheets until she finally mustered up the confidence to reach up to Luna and dig her hands into her body, clinging to the mare who’d just walked all over her marriage and was now fucking her harder than Night Light ever could in her very own bed. And she fucking loved it. Her spine arched, her heart pumped, and her cunt spasmed around Luna’s cock. A loud squeak escaped her lungs as an earth-shattering orgasm ambushed her. With each second that passed her dress felt more like mere shreds of fabric, like tatters that were still clinging to her body.
Luna’s own language was reduced to growling and panting. The proud, noble Canterlot dialect was gone, and now she merely spat out ancient words which Velvet couldn’t hope to translate, and which still managed to sound obscene and filthy. Her swollen, heavy balls smacked against Velvet’s ass as she got ever closer to bottoming out in the mating-pressed milf-bitch of a broodmare which she’d already fucked again, and again, and again in her dreams.
But this was the real deal. This was the real world. This was the one time where she’d claim Velvet, and fill her womb with enough sperm-packed, virile cum to get a dozen mares pregnant. Enough to stain the covers and leave the entire house reeking of sex.
Just an inch shy of properly bottoming out inside of her, Luna finally reached her peak, feeling her flare thicken deep, deep inside of Velvet to keep every last spurt of cum right where it belonged. Her balls tensed up, churned, and their owner let out a feral snarl, the ferocity of her thrusts ramping up for a few more seconds. Then the first massive, slimy rope of pungent, dense jizz pushed its way up Luna’s shaft, and burst into Velvet’s womb.
“Mine.”
A second one followed, then a third. Velvet gasped, twitching and panting around Luna’s cock. Her eyes shot open and she stared down, seeing Luna rock her hips, and feeling her own belly bloat bigger as ungodly amounts of alicorn seed were released into her, as wriggling sperm filled every nook and cranny of her womb. Her skin stretched, strained under the added heft and mass of potent seed.
Velvet’s fuzzy head was overflowing as another orgasm wrecked her body, her legs quivering and shaking.
Luna remained bottomed out, nearly still. Breathing heavily, just like the mare which she’d just knocked up. There was no doubt about that. Alicorn seed was potent, Velvet being a good few years past her prime was not going to change that.
Velvet’s legs twitched weakly in Luna’s grasp. The tight grip softened, and was then released, freeing Velvet from the mating press position she’d been in. Her entire body felt sore as if she’d gone through a long, brutal workout. She reached out for her swollen belly with one hand and stroked across the taut skin, struggling to focus her hazy vision.
Pregnant. She was going to be pregnant.
Her head fell back onto the sheets, and so did her hand. She was still catching her breath.
Luna’s seed was warm, and that same heat was spreading through her body. Or at least up to this point it had: Luna’s shaft was softening, her flare lost some if its girth. Seed dribbled from Velvet’s folds onto the sheets.
She felt relieved, somehow. She didn’t know what just had happened, or how she would explain it to Night Light, but… it felt like she’d taken a step forward, in a sense. Maybe this really was what she’d wanted—what she’d been waiting for. At least, that’s what her gut told her, and her foggy, pleasure-drowned brain couldn’t help but agree
Author's Note
Luna is difficult to write, seriously. I never quite know how to handle her!
I neither wanted this to be too dark, nor for it to be a swinger story where Night Light is fully on-board with everything, y’know? There’s going to be a short second chapter with Night Light, and I do mean “short”. An epilogue, if you will. Not quite sure if I want it to be dark, ambigiuous or funny.
If you find any typos, please let me know in the comments, okay?
2 — Whatever happened to Night Light?
By the time Night Light got into viewing distance of his house it was several hours past midnight.
It was late.
He felt rather weird about coming home late. Night Light wasn’t that kind of stallion, really! He’d always been a rather boring, dutiful husband, and he took some pride in that. It was certainly much better than wasting family money in back-alley bars, and then coming home at 3AM in the morning.
In other words, he’d have some explaining to do.
At least assuming that his wife was actually home. He sure hoped so.
That she hadn’t showed up to their date had been concerning, but... well, if the batpony mare whom he had met in the restaurant was to be believed, then Princess Luna herself(!) had requested his wife’s presence.
Night Light took a deep, deep breath and recounted the entire evening.
He’d been at the restaurant, and Velvet hadn’t showed up. He had waited for her, staring into his half-empty glass of wine. Half an hour had passed, then a full one. He’d felt the sceptic stares of other customers and restaurant staff—glancing towards his table, keenly aware that he’d been sitting there alone for quite a while now.
He’d started worrying for her, mulling over what might have happened to her. Canterlot was a safe place, but you never knew. The alternative—that she’d just decided not to come—was even worse, but he knew that Velvet wasn’t the kind of mare to do stuff like that. Really, well over twenty years of marriage had taught him that 90% of all fights had their roots in simple, dumb communication issues, and that he’d probably just told her the wrong time.
Just as he’d been about to finish his second glass of wine, declare the whole date canceled and go looking for his wife, a batpony mare had approached his table.
He was pretty sure that he’d never seen her before, which had made the fact that she’d known his name all the more surprising. She’d told him that she’d been sent by the Princess Luna, who apparently needed his wife for some royal matter of utmost importance.
That had been enough to calm him down and convince him to stay for a while, at last but not at least since he had been really, really hungry.
As for the batpony? Well... he had tried to pry, but she had kept her lips shut, and had just smiled at him with a provocative, not-quite-stoic stare that had made it more than clear that trying to get any more information from here wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Still, they’d started talking. She had been in service to Princess Luna for just a few years, but wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue her guard training. She had asked him about Twilight, and about his hobbies and activities. Even about his love life.
He’d been surprised at, ah... at how well they’d been hitting it off. It had helped him feel at ease, or maybe those were just the two, three glasses of wine.
It’d been a long night, to say the least.
But now Night Light was (mostly) sober, and finally approaching his doorstep. Some voice in the back of his mind was still worried he’d find Velvet sitting on the couch, impatiently tapping a hoof onto the floor, about to snap at him because she had been waiting for him all night. Though... The living room appeared to be dark, so she either wasn’t home, or she’d already gone to bed.
“Excuse me, Sir? Night Light, Sir?” A voice startled him just as he was about to turn the key.
“...Excuse me?” Night Light blinked. The stars and moon were bright enough to provide ample ambient light to see the lunar guard who’d apparently been waiting for his return home.
The guard cleared his throat, then spoke: “Princess Luna, Warden of Dreams and Guardian of the Night, extends her regards. She sends this missive, written by her, sealed, and intended for your eyes only.” Nothing but a formality. The guard shoved a rolled-up piece of parchment into Night Light’s hands. Princess Luna’s cutie-mark was imprinted into the wax seal.
The surprised stallion blinked a few times, stammering a simple “Thanks...?” The guard turned and left before Night Light had any chance to figure out what had happened, or ask uncomfortable questions. All he got was a muttered “Lucky bastard...”, and then the bat pony stallion disappeared into the shadows of the night.
Night Light turned the key.
He stepped into the living room. Warm air welcomed him, carrying an unfamiliar scent that refused to be pinned down. Definitely more than the trusty, well-known scent of his living room, or even of his wife’s perfume. His nostrils flared. At a wink of his magic the room was bathed in red, dim light. It looked as if the couch had been moved by a few inches. Weird.
“...Honey?”
Night Light wasn’t sure why he’d called out. Either Velvet would’ve welcomed him already, or she was already asleep. If not that, then she just wasn’t here, and even less likely to hear his words.
Right. The letter. Night Light stared at the rolled-up piece of parchment in his hand, and shrugged. He had considered to wait until tomorrow, but if Velvet wasn’t here then checking the letter was the only way to put his mind at ease. The wax seal had Luna’s cutie mark embossed into it, and split apart as he applied pressure. He unrolled the letter, and stared at words written in the most exaggerated, old-fashioned cursive he had ever laid eyes on.
Night Light squinted as his eyes adjusted to Princess Luna’s handwriting.
”To the Former Spouse of Lady Velvet, ...”
Night Light blinked. What?
“In accordance to the age-old custom We have chosen thy wife, released her from her marital duties, and claimed her as Our own. Truly, the sheer width of Lady Velvet’s voluptuous hips spells good fortune for her future as Our housemare.
’Tis quite rare that such an honor is bestowed upon a commoner! As such We are certain that thou’rt delighted that thy spouse shall henceforth bear Our foals, and—in due time—raise them within Our castle.
As for thyself: Lady Sparkle and Sir Armor are undoubtedly among the finest unicorns in Equestria’s service, and as such thou’rt right to take pride in the virility of thy loins, even if it could never compare to the potency of thy sovereigns. We grant upon thee the following gifts, a sign of Our gratitude and benevolence:
Thou shalt receive:
- An assortment of riches: As the old law demands, enough to pay for a small home and three years of work.
- A mare from our stables: Of the appropriate age, most surely fertile, doting and proper. Know that thou hast met her before, and that she is grateful for this opportunity, and thou’rt free to take her as thy wife, or—if she is not to thy liking—as thy servant, but then for no longer than 7 years.
- We have left one of these modern ‘tape recordings’ on thy cupboard. Thou shalt be pleased to find that We’ve mated Lady Velvet quite thoroughly, and indeed, have even screwed her arsewise.
Sincerely, Princess Luna”
Night Light blinked again.
“WHAT?”
Author's Note
Call it a conclusion, if you want! This ending is—intentionally—somewhat ambiguous. Princess Celestia might just spit out her tea tea once she hears what happened, and remind her little sister that the customs are rather different from those 1000 years ago.
There’s so far no plans for an additional chapter or sequel, but I have some other (rather different) plans and ideas, or may even take commissions. Feel free to leave a like and follow, you know the drill! ❤️
