Follyamory

Luna was aware that next to this pond was where some of the castle staff went to do dirty deeds at night. She placed guards at the pathway so that amorous couples didn't disturb her during their breaks.

Luna was trying not to walk funny too, but it wasn’t easy while in season, viscous fluid rolling down her thighs with each movement. Her normally proper, tight slit hung open as if she were some kind of floozy for the desire. If she were in public, she'd need some lucky stallion to occasionally wipe her clean, in a professional manner if he knew what was good for him, but here, it didn’t matter.

She faced the water with her bat guards behind her. They couldn’t take their eyes off her puffy slit, soft and pliable and aching for use after centuries of neglect. Even her full anal ring looked inviting. She allowed them to stare for a moment, taking pride in being an unattainable mare wanted by so many, before sitting her plot down in the grass. She grunted as she sat; anything that touched her nethers made her want to start grinding on it, but her will was iron in that respect.

The Princess had her vow, and she knew she would keep it. Never having been touched meant that she didn’t know what it felt like to miss it, but even she wanted to ‘get off’ at times in some other way. So, she had her own way of occasionally doing so without breaking her vow. It was no secret to the dream-walker that much of Equestria wanted a go at her untouched passages, and it gave her quite the power trip to know.

This was why she came to this place, alone with two guards. The guards with her didn’t realize, but she chose them as her personal guard not because of their competence, but because she knew both of them regularly dreamed about pounding her into the dirt, one had them of raping her even, which made them quite a fun target for her power trip.

What’s more, if rumor were to be believed, these two bat guards were the ones that her slutty subordinate let into her room on her wedding night. The nerve of them, touching a married princess. Her being deranged enough to want it was no excuse, yet neither of them had been punished as much as they deserved for it.

Though if she were interested in actually having sex, she still would have chosen them. Their large sheaths looked like they had monsters inside, enough that they could have given her a stretch even if she were a Cadance-level slut.

It was humorous how appropriate their names had turned out to be.

“Gleaming Spear, Dark Thrust,” Luna commanded, “Remove the entirety of your armor and place them upon the ground in an orderly manner. Your weapons as well.”

“Princess Luna?” asked Thrust with uncertainty, “If we do that, how will we guard you?”

“Do my soldiers need my orders repeated?” Luna glanced back at him. Her face was polite, but they jumped as if she had glared daggers. She disliked it when guards worried about her well-being in such a way. She preferred guards that realized the truth: they were for show. Anything that Luna would need protection from could rip through them like wet paper.

“Of course, forgive me,” Thrust sighed. “I’ve been a little out of sorts since… never mind.”

Never mind indeed; Luna knew his wife left him for good reason, even if it still wasn’t as much punishment as he deserved.

Luna watched, eyeing their goods as they undressed. She didn’t hide her gaze, or that she was looking at their lower portions. They each did a double take when they noticed, but then likely put it out of their mind as impossible.

“Locate yourselves in a seated position on either side of me.” Luna commanded.

They obeyed, but of course seated themselves a respectful distance to each side. That wouldn’t do.

“Lessen your distance,” Luna ordered, “Until our flesh touches.”

The guards looked apprehensive, but followed the order. They were usually decent at guarding when it wasn’t Cadance they were guarding, following orders in silence unless it required otherwise. They moved until they touched her, at which point she flexed her wings to hug them a bit closer. Their cutie marks pressed firmly against hers as their sweaty flesh stuck slightly together.

The guards were stiff against her, rocking like wooden statues at her touch, sweating bullets. They both knew that they could be dismissed from service for daring to get an erection in her presence, and would probably never get another job in Canterlot due to the stigma that would follow them.

Of course, given how offensive their dreams of her were, that was the point. It was killing two birds with one stone, getting her power trip and getting rid of guards that dared to have such thoughts about royalty. While she had vowed to never punish ponies for their dreams, nothing said she couldn’t find another reason to punish them after they had them.

“You shall relax for your princess,” Luna told them, “But I remind you that should your sexual organs become erect, offense could be taken.”

Their poor teased equipment was already out of their control, each having spilled out of their sheath. Typically, guards took a potion to keep themselves from getting erect when the princess they guarded was in heat, but she’d given these two no warning that they’d accompany her.

They both tried to sit so that their legs blocked the sight of their semi-hard shafts. They were so close that they were literally breathing a mist of her unused fertility, looking dizzy from having so little blood left for their poor brains. She didn’t call them on it yet, wanting to punish them a bit more before dismissing them in shame from her service.

Luna pretended to lean down to look at something close to the ground, causing them both to tense up, swishing their tails around to hide themselves further. She still got a glance at them though. Spear's veiny shaft was ridged with plump balls beneath, probably surging with rich seed that he wished was inside her royal womb. Thrust was somewhat longer, yet with less girth, though still thick enough that the loosest vulva would trace every curve.

She sat back up, remaining calm, but they were definitely losing their cool. The guards couldn't stand it. If the smell and feel of her sweaty flesh against them wasn’t enough, there was a puddle of moisture gathering around her. The grass that had been dry now felt like it was just rained on.

Luna looked across the lake, letting them sit and listening to their labored breathing. For about half an hour she remained like this, letting them stew in their feelings in silence. She leaned one way or the other, occasionally letting her warm breath tickle across their ear, but they were always too afraid to respond, staring forward with wide eyes.

She breathed deep the smell of their arousal mixing with her own, soaking in their need, and the smell of their fear. It might be a pleasant experience for them if this were it, but they were both terrified of her looking between their legs and realizing they had boners, which must have been outright painful by this point.

While she could ‘notice’ their erections and dismiss them at any time, but she was especially cross with them, since atop their wicked dreams they had also had sex with that slut that didn’t deserve her princess-hood. So Luna wondered if she might tease them into a greater offense. If they actually touched her willfully, she could have them castrated, and then she could blame Cadance for encouraging them atop that, though unfortunately couldn’t have anything done to her. Besides, few things could match the power trip she got while watching males deprived of their favorite bits for touching her.

She reached her forelegs around their backs, petting their wings. She cuddled, enjoying the feel of their sleek bodies. This was the closest to flirting she’d ever done, but from their reactions one would think she started grinding on their sheaths. She realized Spear was actually tearing up as he held it in, and Thrust looked like he might outright cry, which made her smirk.

Luna leaned over, running her tongue up the side of Spear’s face to taste his tears. He was so shocked by the motion that he didn’t even close his eyes when her tongue ran across one. At the same time, her opposite foreleg moved downward, groping Thrust with her hoof against his sack from behind. He squeaked, his whole body going so rigid that one might have mistaken him for a corpse in rigor mortis.

“P-princess?” Thrust stammered. “What are you…”

“Have you ever fantasized about me?” she asked in a whisper. “Either of you?”

“Of course not!” Spear squeaked.

“N-no way,” nodded Thrust. “That would be completely inappropriate… I’m a mar… ugh...” He started to say it from habit and then stopped when he remembered his wife left him.

“But I’ve seen both of your dreams,” Luna spoke softly and seductively. She’d prefer not to lie outright if unneeded, but she could give them the impression that she wanted them to make a move and then punish them for doing so. No one would believe that she’d intentionally tricked them into it, and it was a fun game for her..

There were a few more long moments of silence. She turned to lap Thrust’s face, moving the other foreleg down so she was groping both of their sacks, massaging them gently. They were moist with sweat, disgusting lumps of flesh that didn’t tempt her in the slightest, but she wanted to give them the impression that it was okay to make a move without actually giving them permission.

“Thrust,” she said. “You dreamed that I lay you in the grass at this very pond as I rode your shaft.” She turned her head. “And Spear, naughty boy. You dreamed that you disabled my magic and violated me by force.”

“I-I didn’t mean to dream that,” Thrust squeaked. He leaned forward, wanting to move away but afraid to change his position, both from not being ordered to and that it’d become much easier for her to see his hardon if he stood.

“S-sorry Princess!” Spear shook his head, “Really I’m sorry! I would never do that… unless you know… you asked really nicely… which you wouldn’t of course!”

“Can it, Spear,” Thrust grumbled as if a little sore at his comrade, who seemed to be giving in slightly more than him.

If it wasn’t for Luna’s history of having ponies punished for touching her, she was sure they’d both be all over her by now. As it was, they needed more encouragement.

“I didn’t ask for an apology,” Luna purred. She felt a little disgusting herself, pretending to be interested in these two, but it would be worth looking down on them with a knowing smirk on her face as they got their junk cut off during their dismissal. That would teach them to have such thoughts about princesses.

“It would be so easy,” Luna whispered after a few more moments of silence, lifting their rumps up slightly with her magic so she could massage at their ball sacks more easily. “To mount me right here, to be the first throbbing member to push my moist vulva apart, to push your stallionhood into my womb… I wonder which of you has the… initiative to fuck the Princess of the Night outside of his dreams.”

She grinned wickedly. They glanced at her as if to ascertain if she was for real, and it probably looked like a seductive smile. In reality, she was looking forward to letting one of their shaft tips barely touch her nethers before zapping them both and dragging them back into the castle to claim that they tried to pin her down. Still though, they seemed afraid to respond or even move.

So she wasn’t being blatant enough yet? It seemed she wouldn’t get the pleasure of tricking them into it. Fine then, time for blatant lies.

Though it felt humiliating to do, she stood from between them, stepping forward, then flagging her tail upwards to fan her scent at them. She dropped to lay on her side in the grass, raising one hind leg to give them access to her nethers.

“Either make use of those boners inside your Princess, or suffer the consequences of having them in my presence,” Luna said blatantly. It still wasn’t technically ‘permission’ but...

“Are you serious?” Spear gasped, ceasing to hide his veiny shaft once she’d obviously seen it.

“Y-you want us to… make love to you?” Thrust panted, spreading his hind legs too and slowly leaning forward. “I mean it’s not like I have a relationship to lose anymore, but your vow…”

“Are you really going to question such an offer?” Luna smirked, flitting her tail more and not bothering to look back at them. “I have two holes in the rear, and you have two stallionhoods, so each choose one and see if you can make use of it.”

“B-but…” Thrust stammered.

“Was that a choice or a complaint?” demanded Luna.

“Nah, I like the butts,” Spear made clear, leaning forward too, but not yet going for it.

“Fuck. Me. Hard.” Luna growled louder than she intended. She got tired of beating around the bush. It wasn’t like anyone would believe them if they claimed she’d ordered them to make an attempt on her purity.

“Auntie Luna?” Cadance’s voice called from behind them out of nowhere, though still fairly distant.

Really? She had to show up now of all times? After Luna said that line?