Luna -- formerly princess, now happily retired woman -- lay back on her lounging chair, her shorts sitting loosely on her, and the hot sun gracing her smooth dark skin, and her lack of a top allowing her finely toned muscles and bountiful breasts to lay out and soak in wonderful sunlight.
Next to her lay her sister, in a soft-yellow two-piece bikini, and completely unconscious yet again. Celestia was even snoring slightly this time.
Though the both of them were more than a little interested in retirement -- after over a thousand years of ruling, they were both very tired of dealing with all that political bullshit -- they had also found that it was...
Boring.
Luna found it as such, anyway. Celestia had worked far longer and far harder than she had for many, many years. The white-bleached sun woman was enjoying the downtime quite a lot, and often mentioned that the lack of anything required to do was a blessing. Though said downtime did involve the very frequent overnight stays of some of her sister’s guards.
She would not admit it aloud to anyone other than her sister, but Luna did agree that many of the stallions and women that made up the Solar Guard were quite easy on the eyes. Not as easy as the women in her Lunar Guard, but of course Luna was very biased.
Luna licked her lips a bit and lowered her sunglasses to peer over them, just enough to rove her eyes over one of her guardwoman’s very nice body. She watched as the woman standing at the distant end of their very large porch squirmed a bit. The guardwoman’s cutie mark let her sense when someone was staring at her. Something of a danger sense -- or in the case of what Luna was doing, a sense for when another pony was thoroughly admiring her.
Luna pushed her sunglasses back up and resumed her sunbathing. As much as she would have loved to just strut to the end of the porch, she much preferred a more private time with anyone she had sex with.
The idea of having a good time with that guard filtered into Luna’s mind, bringing with it many vivid images. A quick sniff of the air -- and she realized why the idea of sex was on her mind so much now. Glancing at her sister, Luna was not entirely surprised to find a steadily growing wet spot on the thong between Celestia’s legs.
Luna lit her horn for just a moment; just long enough to peek into Celestia’s dream. Giving in to her curiosity was always one of Luna's weaknesses. Especially when her sister's wet dreams were involved.
She left the dream the instant she saw her sister blindfolded and squealing through a gag while a pegasus stallion fucked her asshole.
Returning to the waking world, Luna found herself completely unsurprised that her own loins were stirring and at least half-erect. Deciding she'd had enough sunlight for now, she got to her hooves. Too much more and she was likely to sunburn again; Luna was not eager to give Celestia such an easy target again.
Glancing around, Luna spotted the stallion of Celestia's dreams nearby. "Guard."
His golden armor clanked as he saluted, sharp and proper. "Ma'am."
Luna was impressed he'd managed to withhold the use of her former title; many of the guards around her failed to do that, despite her and her sister having been retired for several months now. "Closer, please."
He stepped forward, stopping only a meter from her, and very close to the foot of her sister's lawn chair. Luna remained silent for a moment. She took the time to glance around at the other members of their protection unit -- she kept her amusement to herself when she saw several guards eagerly watching out of the corner of their eyes -- and to also visually size up the stallion.
If only they knew that he and her sister had been dating for several weeks now.
Despite the illusory magic on the armor that made him appear identical to the others, Luna was easily able to identify him as the same one Celestia literally dreamt of. It was a practiced, learned skill.
This stallion was, similar to most of their guards, quite muscular and clearly in peak physical condition. He was also one of the shorter males, being at least a foot and a half below Luna’s seven-ish feet.
Luna could easily imagine how much her sister’s nearly eight-and-half feet of height towered over the male. Though the sunbleached woman always did have a preference for the shorter ones...
As it was, to Luna's surprise, and to the stallion’s credit, the male was completely undistracted by his (former) princess' undoubtedly enticing scent, and he even managed to ignore her own loose hanging tits.
(Though upon further visual inspection, it seemed that was due to something under the guard's waist armor that was literally restricting his penis.
Luna was still impressed, given the male had taken the time to be this prepared.)
"You are hereby ordered to stay by my sister's side," Luna told him. She held back a smirk when he swallowed slightly. "I will be heading inside now, and you are to keep her company."
"Yes ma'am."
Luna paused just long enough to look him over again. “What is your rank and name?”
“Corporal Thunder Charge, ma’am.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Corporal Charge.” Luna stepped closer. Her opinion of the male rose when he didn’t react to the steadily growing bulge in her shorts. She spoke lowly, “When she wakes, take her inside and fuck her for at least an hour.”
Charge blinked and for just a moment, lost all sense of decorum. He recovered quickly, “Y-Yes ma’am.”
Luna smiled. “Good.”
With that, she turned and headed off into the retirement home shared between Celestia and herself. As much as she may have wanted to -- just to alleviate some boredom with some raunchy entertainment -- Luna knew that she could not go into town naked. Hooking her sister up with the admittedly cute guard was a good few moments of entertainment, but it wasn’t enough.
Luna was still so very, very bored.
Pushing past several absurd ideas for stifling said boredom, she went into her wonderfully spacious and luxurious bedroom. It wasn’t as extravagant as her room back at Canterlot Castle, but Luna preferred it this way. Striding past it all, she slid into her walk-in closet and started to dig through the simpler outfits she had.
Unlike her sister, Luna had a very strong preference towards simpler clothes. While she enjoyed a dress on occasion, she would usually choose the blue pants -- no, modern ponies called them jeans.
I still do not understand why they are called that, Luna silently admitted to herself. Perhaps Lady Rarity would know. It would be nice to visit her again... given she does not judge my “fashion” again.
She slid out of her shorts, snorting in amusement at the thought. She let out a soft sigh as her testicles swung free of their confinement. Their swinging let Luna see the ever-familiar sight of her cutie mark stamped on her scrotum. Her penis was poking out somewhat, but rapidly retreating now that she wasn’t staring at that pretty woman’s ass.
Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on her door.
“One moment,” she called over her shoulder.
Luna grabbed a pair of loose boxers, threw them on under a pair of loose jeans. She hovered a hand between two drawers -- before shrugging and putting on one of her custom-design sports bras and a simple t-shirt over it. Luna hadn’t planned to get a set of sports bras designed specifically for her, but Lady Rarity had been very insistent. Though Luna had attempted to return them at first, as soon as she’d put them on, she’d quit doing that; they were just too comfortable.
Dressed to her satisfaction, she stepped out of her closet and used her magic to let her bedroom door swing open.
Entering immediately was a very familiar -- and sadly married -- woman in extravagant Night Guard armor. Captain Cosmic Light saluted and said, “Ma’am, permission to speak freely?”
“Granted,” Luna said immediately. Cosmic Light was one of Luna’s most trusted allies, and outside of professional settings, one of Luna’s friends. (She did her best to ignore the constant thoughts that Cosmic Light would die and leave her, just as so many of her friends did in the past.)
“You look bored as fuck, Ex-Princess Luna.”
Luna gave Cosmic a look. That title was used specifically because Cosmic knew that it annoyed Luna. “Permission retracted.”
Cosmic cracked a smirk. “Yes, ma’am. I won’t tell you about this event, ma’am.” She held out a rolled up paper.
Luna stared at Cosmic. After a solid minute -- during which the woman had not stopped smirking -- the former princess let out a long-suffering sigh and took the offered paper. She unrolled it -- and stopped instantly at the title.
“A combat tournament?” Luna asked. She glanced up at Cosmic for an answer.
When the captain said nothing for several moments, Luna rolled her eyes. “Fine. Permission re-granted.”
“One of my soldiers did a combat tournament at the Griffon Empire some time ago,” Cosmic explained. “Apparently the idiot was out of it when he signed up for their notices. It’s got restrictions, obviously -- no magic, no flying, nothing fatal or lethal. Apparently those are for other fights. This tournament is happening in Griffonstone, probably to bring more attention to that city’s growth.”
Luna hummed along with the explanation, unrolling and looking at the rest of the little poster. “Sign up ends in two days? How long does the tournament last?”
“I’m not sure. He was knocked out fairly early and left shortly after.”
“Well.” Luna paused just long enough to roll the flyer back up. “You were right, I am very bored. Help me pack. I’ll leave a letter or note for my sister.”
Cosmic saluted. “Yes ma’am. I’ll send the soldier who gave this over.”
“Who is that?”
“Private Shadow Hoof, ma’am.”
“Have him pack as well. And one or two others of your choice.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Dismissed, Captain. Thank you for delivering this.”
Cosmic saluted once more and performed a sharp about-face. Luna turned to her room and promptly began gathering the things she would need. But first, that note...
Celestia snickered as Thunder Charge managed to carry her all the way to her bed. She had known for quite some time that he was very strong, but to be able to carry her, when she had at least three feet and a hundred and fifty pounds on the male --
Celestia shivered slightly. The sheer strength and power in her lover’s muscles, though nothing compared to her own and her sister’s, was still quite impressive to her. And it turned her on quite a lot.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she rolled over on the bed -- attempting to keep her stallion in sight to watch him undress -- and felt paper crinkle under one of her massive jugs. Digging it out she found a note from her sister.
Dear Sunass.
Celestia rolled her eyes and snorted. She was going to get her back for that one.
I’m off to Griffonstone for a melee combat tournament. Yes, I have guards with me, no I don’t need them.
Enjoy getting your ass railed by that stallion.
Love,
Your Sister
Celestia hummed and nodded to herself, putting the note on her bedside table.
“Something wrong?”
Celestia glanced at her lover’s naked body. Though she’d missed the show, she knew it would be easy to get another chance. “No. Sister went off for an adventure. Shall we?”
Thunder Charge smirked. He pulled his hand out from behind him --
Oh gods, that’s my --
Celestia’s thought screeched to a halt as Charge fit a heavily enchanted bit into her mouth. She moaned slightly, growing rapidly louder. While Charge focused on tying the rest of the halter, the blinders automatically deploying over her eyes, Celestia very clearly felt her vagina swelling slightly.
Fuck, Celestia cursed silently. He’s hitting all the right buttons -- fuck me, I’m keeping him...
Celestia lost all control of her thoughts when Thunder Charge pinned her down and pressed his dick to her asshole.
Luna’s balloon transport landed on a rough-looking dock on the outer ring of the Griffonstone. From what she had heard from a couple of the Elements of Harmony -- she did not recall who -- this place had been...
Well. A moderately maintained hamlet may have looked better. The Empire still didn’t look all that great, admittedly -- but it now had an actual landing dock for aircraft. From the air, Luna could even spot several well-advertised inns -- some far seedier-looking than others -- and a few developed roads, and even a couple under construction.
“Princess Luna.” A gruff voice called over. “Over here.”
Luna grabbed her suitcase, with her two others held by one of her guards, and headed over. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Crowntalon.”
Crowntalon stood at a bit over six feet, made of pure white feathers and dark tan fur leading down to black taloned feet and ankles. He also very visibly bore quite hefty muscles and muscular power.
Crowntalon snorted a bit. “I would say the same, if you hadn’t given us all of twenty minutes to prepare for your arrival.”
“If you can’t prepare for someone famous that fast, your empire isn’t ready for more.”
“Shut your muzzle.”
“Make me.”
Crowntalon raised a thick eyebrow. “Are you joining the tournament?”
“That is the entire reason I am here, yes.”
The large male griffon grinned. Sharp teeth glinted in the sunlight out of his beak. “You’re going to get your ass kicked.”
“My ass is not nearly big enough for someone of your short size to kick, you’d be looking for my sister.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then Crowntalon snorted. “Glad you haven’t gone soft. Come, we have set up a good place for you and your guards.”
As she was led through the streets, Luna took the time to take a close inspection of the streets and housings. Many griffons watched her in clear curiosity -- more often the younger than the older -- and there were even a few belting out advertisements.
“This place has grown quite a lot,” Luna commented.
“It has,” Crowntalon agreed. “The stadium isn’t even fully complete. But it’ll do.”
“What are the rules?”
“No magic, no flying, and only the weapons or armor provided. Hand-to-hand is allowed, but some areas of the body are designated as instant losses for the attacker.”
“Understood. I look forward to putting forth my best.”
Crowntalon huffed. “Your best will kick everyone’s asses.”
“Come now, there should be a few that will be able to handle me.”
“You’ve got how many years of training and practice?”
“I don’t see how that matters,” Luna sniffed.
“Of course you don’t. Dumbass pony.”
“Incompetent bird.”
Crowntalon belted out a laugh. “Good, your teeth haven’t retracted from all that sugar you eat.”
“That would be my sister you are talking of.”
“You’re not much better, I’ve seen how many pastries you shove down your gullet.”
Before Luna could say anything to that, Crowntalon stopped leading them. In front of them was a surprisingly extravagant building. Luna frowned and glanced back at a couple of the other inns and taverns they’d passed.
“This was one of the first places we made here,” Crowntalon admitted. “As nice and fancy as we possibly could. Hoping to attract some rich folk. It hasn’t really worked much so far, but hope remains.”
Luna nodded. “Once you have more means of attracting tourists, it should start providing some good income.”
“It should. Give us your honest opinions on everything you see in here.”
“Of course.”
Inside the building, the lobby was... not very well made. There were plenty of rough spots, a number of locations where the floor jutted up. Half the lights flickered, some of them didn’t even work. The front desk, though well polished, was of a mish-mash of wood.
“...Honest opinions it is,” Luna said.
Crowntalon rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, it’s shit. We’re working on it. Come on.”
He stopped by the front desk to grab a couple keys, before he led her and her guards up a couple flights of stairs to a small hallway leading to only a couple rooms.
“Those side rooms are for guards and aides. The main room is for visiting royalty, like yourself.”
Inside, the room was far, far better than the rest of the building. Extremely well-kept plush carpets, a large bathroom with a very nice looking tiled floor and equally large shower-and-bath combo. It vaguely reminded Luna of some of the places that she’d visited in Canterlot, and even some of Canterlot Castle’s guest rooms.
“This is much better,” Luna commented idly.
“We put most of the money into the rooms,” he admitted readily. He tossed the room keys to her, leaving Luna to almost scramble to catch them. “Your entry to the tournament has already been verified. Just show up at the stadium tomorrow by ten am. I’ll leave you to get settled.”
Crowntalon headed off as abruptly as he’d declared. Luna waited a good moment to make sure that he was actually gone. The moment she heard his talons clicking on the stairs down, she sighed and sagged, relaxing out of her automatic princessly self-cary.
Or whatever it was Celestia called it.
It was, essentially, a way to walk and stand that made it clear that they were royalty and to be respected. A tactic to keep others from bothering them, as well -- and it was very tiring. Luna has come to learn that many ponies that work in customer service do something very, very similar.
“Corporal Dapper Force, Corporal Smooth Shadow,” she began. “Please leave my suitcases. Decide between yourselves on the rooms and schedules. Dismissed.”
Both guards promptly saluted and left, leaving Luna’s possessions behind as they did so. Once they closed the door, Luna went over and flopped onto the bed. To the hotel’s credit, it was just firm enough. It was also big enough to handle Celestia's height and weight.
Which meant it would be perfect for Luna.
And since her entry into the tournament was already verified and ready to go, she let herself fall asleep for a quick nap.
At about nine-thirty the next morning, Luna stood at the stadium, waiting for some of the event staff to come talk to her. Her guards were nearby. One of them had the gall to have brought a tiny little flag with Luna’s name on it.
Though she definitely didn’t object to it, so really, it was a wonder who was at fault.
“Ma’am, you’re up,” called out a male hippogriff.
Luna wrenched herself out of her musings and thoughts at that call. She stepped forward into the private booth and removed her clothes. To the hippogriff’s credit, he didn’t so much as twitch at the balls that hung between Luna’s legs.
“To ensure no cheating or prohibited items are being brought in,” he said. He spoke with the kind of dull tone of someone doing this a thousand times a day. “We will be performing a moderate magical scan in addition to a visual scan. Please stand still while the spell is performed.”
Another member of the event staff, a rather petite unicorn woman, had her eyes covered and her face was a very bright red. The male rolled his eyes and poked her until the spell was cast. Luna managed to keep her amusement from showing.
“C-Clear...”
“Good. Go wash up.”
The woman flinched, “But --”
“My sense of smell is shit and I can already smell you. Go wash up.”
The woman squeaked and bolted out of the booth. Luna finally chuckled a bit. She was pleased to hear the male chuckle a bit. He walked around her for several long, silent moments.
“Clear. Clothes back on, please.” As Luna started getting dressed again, he continued. “There is a fairly basic locker room that you will be led to. You will be provided a locker and a lock. Both have been verified as secure by Canterlot Secure Services.”
Luna felt her eyebrows rise. She knew that company. She knew that they were excellent at their jobs -- and she knew just how expensive they were.
“You will then be provided several items, such as a helmet, gauntlets, boots, et cetera. These items have very minor enchantments, solely for the purpose of providing a secure fit. As long as you are in a fight, all provided gear is to be worn. Failure to wear even a single piece of gear is grounds for immediate disqualification.
“As such, prior to each match, each contestant will go through a thorough inspection to ensure that you are wearing the provided gear -- and only the provided gear. There will be options to suit your needs and desires for appearance. Anything that is not provided by the tournament is strictly prohibited. Are there any questions?”
“Means of magic restriction?” Luna asked immediately.
“Dependent upon the contestant. For you, ma’am, we managed to get in contact with Princess Twilight.”
Luna blinked at that. “You did?”
“Yes. As it turns out, one of our other contestants has connections. Princess Twilight provided more than one means of magic suppression for our tournament.” He paused to smirk a bit at her. “I hear she’s also going to be in the stands.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Going to take notes, no doubt...”
He shrugged. “That is all from me. Once you leave, please head to your left and follow the signs. I apologize for the woman that was assisting me.”
“Apology accepted.”
Luna nodded to him as she left. Her guards, after she explained that Twilight was present, headed on up to the stands to join the other princess and their fellow guards. The reaction from the woman was one that Luna has only become extremely accustomed to; it happens when one’s testicles and penis are sized as hers are. She idly wondered if Twilight had gone through the Dream of Choice yet.
The summary of the rules was not as slow as Luna had expected.
It was still profoundly boring. Nothing lethal, no maiming... on and on. It took about half an hour or so. Now Luna found herself sitting in the locker room with a few other contestants, watching through a projection crystal. While a good number of the fighters were decent, many of them were either not actually trying, doing it to try and show off, or just barely passed the minimum age requirement.
So Luna had already knocked down a couple of her opponents.
At least she had her next match to look forward to. She vaguely recalled the name from when she’d studied Twilight’s old friendship letters. A griffon named... Gizelda? Glida?
Luna’s thoughts abruptly ended when the announcer’s voice filtered into the room.
“Ooohhh and it looks like that’s a wrap! Krotos has fallen out of the ring and isn’t getting up! Gentlemen and ladies, it looks like Twinkletoes is moving on!”
She knew what that meant. Luna stood and stretched before she moved to the inspection station. It took a bit of time, but they found her gear to be legit, and her magic was being sufficiently suppressed. As if Luna would ever cheat in a combat tournament. A genuine challenge was half the fun! There was no point in ruining that with cheating.
On her way out, Luna grabbed one of the provided weapons. They were all heavily enchanted, and specially designed, to fit within this tournament’s rules. As she had for the past two rounds, she grabbed a staff.
It wasn’t her favored spear -- which reminded her, she needed another bout with her darling Starshatter -- but it was close enough that she could still use the same training and experience she’d gathered over the centuries. It took the inspectors and staff only a moment to certify their gear.
“Coming in from the west, we have a local, the very woman that helped bring us back on the map -- Gilda!”
Luna glanced across and spotted a female griffon. The woman stood tall, especially in comparison to most of the other griffons. She stood proud, tall, and as she entered the arena, Gilda made certain to flex her arms and show off her well-built, highly-toned muscles. Gilda wore a tight-fitting leather top, tighter than Luna’s own.
“I can’t hear you!” Gilda called to the cheering crowd. “C’mon, let me hear it!”
Immediately, many of the audience stood and belted out at the top of their lungs. Luna chuckled as she noticed that several of those were male.
“And from the east, we have former royalty, straight from Silver Shoals -- Luna!”
Luna received... less enthusiastic cheering from the spectators. Probably something to do with her past, or maybe even to do with how easily she’d bested the previous competitors. She ignored their cheers and jeers.
Stepping into the arena, the staff secured them both in. It was a very flat field, no obstructions, no obstacles, just a very simple fighting ring. Part of the security involved several guards of numerous species, present to ensure that when the match was called, none of the combatants would keep going after each other.
Gilda smirked at Luna. “Heh. Can’t wait to see what some lazy-ass namby-pamby princess could do.”
“You’ll certainly find out,” Luna retorted. “Fear not; I’ll make sure your ego only requires a couple years to recover.”
“Ha, let’s just see you try it!”
Gilda slid into a boxing stance, her paws spread wide with her stance low. Her taloned hands were curled up nice and light, wrapped tightly in leather protectives. There were even some similar wraps on Gilda’s feet. Even with her horn restrained by Twilight’s anti-magic gear, Luna could still see the faint enchantment on the boxing gloves. Undoubtedly to protect the user’s weapons of choice, and possibly to reduce damage to the target.
Well. Luna at least liked this griffon’s confidence. She smirked a bit herself and stepped into her own proper stance.
The referee interrupted her thoughts as he called, “Contestants ready?”
Both women called out simultaneously: “Ready!”
“Begin!”
Immediately, Gilda leapt forward. Her right foot landed hard -- undoubtedly harder than the woman intended -- but she recovered well by throwing her weight into a snap kick from her left leg. Luna managed to deflect it with her staff, but to her surprise, she could very clearly feel the griffon’s powerful kick reverberate through the weapon and into her bones.
Luna had thought that the suppression would only affect her unicorn and pegasus magic; turns out it suppressed and reduced all of her magic. From the way Gilda ever so slightly winced from the promised bruise, it clearly affected her similarly.
Still, the surprise power impressed Luna.
Wouldn’t stop her from beating this griffon out of the tournament, however.
Just before Gilda’s left leg would land, Luna slipped into Gilda’s measure and spun her staff and thrust it upwards as she did so. If it were her spear, the griffon would have been bisected.
As it is, the woman was forced to take the staff to her --
Luna abruptly found herself falling forward onto the woman. A yelp of surprise escaped her at the sudden alteration to her gravity.
A quick check of herself proved why: Gilda had turned her failed kick into an improvised grapple. With Luna already so close, all Gilda had to do was turn her leg inward to wrap around the former princess’ waist, and grab her shoulders and lean back.
It didn’t prevent Luna’s strike from hitting, however.
When they landed, Gilda let out a very hefty oof as Luna’s three hundred pounds of muscle landed on her.
To the griffon’s credit, however, Luna very quickly found herself being pushed off and shoved away. Gilda also took the opportunity for what it was and managed to strike the blue woman’s sternum.
Luna landed harshly on her side with her breath having been knocked out of her very roughly. She managed to wrestle her staff back into grip just in time to bash it into her opponent’s shins. Gilda let out a rather high-pitched yelp. Luna would be lying if she claimed to not find it satisfying.
Both women scrambled off the ground. On the way up, however, Luna was forced to take a strike to the side of her ribs -- narrowly missing one of her tits -- as Gilda took the chance again.
Unfortunately for the griffon, Luna was also quite an opportunist attacker. She lashed out with her staff, and with a flick of the wrist, she spun it so that the bird was smacked with both ends of her weapon.
It was a move that she rarely did with her spear, though she had learned it regardless, and it had proven itself useful -- as it had here.
Hearing Gilda grunt at the rapid thud-thud to her stomach was incredibly satisfying.
Despite undoubtedly being out of breath, Gilda managed to wrap her talons around Luna’s weapon. She leaned backwards into a roll with all her weight. The action forced Luna to let go of it.
Luna took the moment of space to get back to her hooves. She was forced to watch as Gilda managed to launch the weapon out of the arena.
“Ha!” Gilda crowed. She pushed herself back onto her feet, panting somewhat. “What’s the prissy princess gonna do without her stick?”
Luna was breathless herself, yet she still smirked. “Break your beak with my hands.” True to her words, she shifted into a martial stance.
Martial arts were not her preferred means of combat. Though Luna greatly enjoyed a good fight, and her heavy interest is what had earned her (rightfully) the title of the Warrior Princess. It seems this bird hadn’t heard of that title.
It was time to rectify that.
Gilda scoffed. “Bullshit. I’ve fought ponies before, you’re all --”
Whatever the woman had been about to say, she was cut off when Luna suddenly appeared in her face. Luna’s blue fist was also buried deep in Gilda’s gut, cutting out her air and ending her snark.
Rolling into her next move, Luna twisted around her foe’s stunned form, wrapped both arms around her. With an almighty heave, the Warrior Princess hefted Gilda up, and tossed her out of the arena.
Gilda wasn’t able to recover in time. She landed outside of the ring with a harsh thud.
“Luna is the winner!”
The tournament had stopped the round after Luna’s. It was scheduled to last several days, and the initial rounds were done. The planning was a classic means of pushing a public event to last for the purpose of increasing tourism. Though Luna idly wondered if Griffonstone had bit off more than they could chew; they had very few tourist attractions right now.
The bars were extremely well staffed and stocked, however. Luna was currently sitting in a booth on her own and nursing a simple martini. Her guards were off at the bar and sharing a drink. The fact that they were a couple was at least part of the reason she’d brought them along. She wasn’t as much of a “shipper” (she still didn’t fully understand that term) as Cadance was, but being retired and bored had caused Luna to do exactly that far more often.
Outside of the fighting, however, Luna once more found herself becoming rather bored. There wasn’t much to look at outside, the tourist attractions that had sprung up were more aimed for the younger audience...
This martini was good, though. It did, however, bring up her thoughts on the other woman that she’d fought. The griffon had a very appealing body, not to mention her clearly well-trained physical prowess. If there was one thing that Luna found very appealing in a woman, it was someone who could defend themselves as well as Gilda could.
That she was also quite pleasing on the eyes was just extra pleasant. The thoughts and musings on her recent opponent caused Luna’s loins to stir, her penis swelling into a noticeable bulge in her shorts.
Right as Luna went for another sip, the other side of her booth gave a very solid thump. Luna abruptly found herself trying to keep her drink from splashing everywhere. She failed, though, since at least a third of it landed on her simple shirt.
Glancing over at her sudden company, Luna was surprised to find Gilda. The griffon was out of her leather gear and in a pair of simple jeans and tank top, similar to Luna herself.
“So the prissy princess likes a good drink, huh? Whatcha got there? Some kinda shity weak-ass vodka?”
Luna snorted. “You couldn’t afford this one.” She paused to point. “That one.”
Gilda glanced and nearly choked on her spit. “Fucking --”
Luna remained silent and sipped her drink. She used the glass to hide her smirk.
“Well fine,” Gilda grumbled. She spoke a bit louder, “You did damn good in the fight, but I bet I can drink your royal ass under the table.”
“You’re on,” Luna agreed immediately. “Bartender? Two rows of five shots. Your choice.”
The bartender paused to glance over. “No limit?”
“No limit.”
He immediately passed over a bottle to his coworker and got started.
While that was being done, Luna asked, “Stakes?”
“Winner owes the loser a small favor.”
“How small?”
“Food, drinks, anything that can be done in like ten minutes.”
“Deal.”
It took all of five minutes for two trays of shots to arrive at the table. The women picked up their first shots.
“But I’ll have you beat in two shots,” Gilda boasted, puffing up her chest.
“And if you don’t?”
“I will,” Gilda insisted firmly. “But if I somehow don’t, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Well. That was certainly tempting. It wasn’t said aloud, but they both simply knew that Luna was not going to be using any magic -- it would ruin half the fun of the challenge. Gilda held out her hand. Luna didn’t quite understand it, but she held out hers.
“Ready?” Another voice called over.
Luna glanced over and was a bit surprised to see Smooth Shadow watching and giving the calls.
“Ready,” Gilda answered.
“Ready,” Luna mimicked.
“Start!”
Immediately, Gilda wrapped her arm backwards around Luna’s and brought her shotglass to her lips. Luna understood the arm positioning and copied the motion. Simultaneously, they both slammed back the drinks.
Neither of the women so much as flinched.
So they moved on to the second drink and did the same. Luna found herself coughing slightly as the distinct firewater poured down her throat. It was very familiar, tasted like a weaker spirit from out of the dragon lands.
Fortunately for Luna, she had plenty of experience with their concoctions. From the way Gilda immediately started coughing, it was clear that Luna was the only one.
“Heh,” Luna said. “I win your side bet. Shall I claim my prize now?”
Gilda sputtered through her coughing. Luna vaguely made out some swears.
“Very well, I shall,” Luna declared.
She stood from her booth, picking up the two trays of drinks and carrying them over to her guard. Luna had to take a bit longer than she may have otherwise; the room was spinning around her just a tad. Apparently the drinks were stronger than she had expected. Eventually, though, she placed the trays in front of her guards. She also placed a respectably large bag of bits on the counter, easily double what she owed.
“Finish these for us,” she ordered them. “You have tonight and tomorrow morning off. Bartender, no change, please.”
With that said -- and with the patrons of the entire bar watching -- Luna went and picked up her prize, slung a scowling and pouting Gilda over her shoulder, and strode out of the bar.
Luna made sure to sway her hips just a bit more than usual. Let the others see the steadily-swelling meat she was going to stuff this bird with.
Gilda swore plenty on the way back to Luna’s hotel room. But the princess very clearly felt the griffon’s tail and paws brush her growing erection several times en route, and each time, the woman silenced herself. Gilda would always resume with more swearing, but quieter each time.
And it was clear that Gilda wanted this just as much as Luna did, if the griffon’s growing scent was any indicator.
The moment the door was shut, Luna put her chosen lover for the night down onto her paws.
“Strip,” Luna commanded.
Gilda opened her beak to say something, but slammed it shut after a moment. It probably helped that Luna was already doing the same. The former princess removed her clothing slowly, taking great joy in watching Gilda’s eyes widen and her tongue caress the edges of her beak in sheer eagerness.
Luna was extremely proud of her body as it is. Just a little bit of fat, just enough to let her ass and thighs and tits bounce a tad with each step. But under all of it, was very obvious muscle. Even further, if one squinted, they could almost see her alicorn magic shimmering beneath her flesh.
“Tsk tsk, Gilda,” Luna murmured. “You promised to do anything. Strip. I’m going to rut you unconscious.”
It seemed that for once, the woman was speechless. At least for a moment. Then she swallowed and smirked. Gilda started to slowly remove her top -- and halted as Luna slowly lowered her pants and shorts.
“Holy fuck,” Gilda gasped out. “You-- I had no idea a pony princess packed such a massive fucking tool --”
“Indeed,” Luna agreed. She allowed her cock to free itself from her shorts, springing forward with a spurt of pre flinging off it. “It is indeed a massive fucking tool.”
Gilda let out a breathless chuckle. Almost on automatic, the woman lowered herself to her knees and gently, firmly, gripped Luna’s penis. The scales on the talons reminded the alicorn of some of her former dragon lovers, but the roughness was more pronounced.
Unlike most males, Luna was completely unconcerned with the woman’s hand texture.
Instead, Luna reached upwards and began to rub and massage her breasts. She breathlessly gasped out, “Your pants are still on.”
Gilda abruptly stopped groping Luna’s cock, one hand halfway up it. The griffon huffed and smirked. “You really want to get into my pants, huh, princess?”
“Yes,” Luna answered bluntly. “Get your pants and panties off.”
“Ha,” Gilda chuckled. She stepped back and stood up. She tucked her thumbs into her waistband and pulled it down just a bit. “I never wear panties.”
Luna felt a shiver shoot down her spine. Her penis jolted upwards and spurted out a burst of precum.
“You really like that, hm? Does the royal prissy princess like her girls risky like this?”
“Yes,” Luna hissed out.
Gilda let out a gasp when Luna stepped forward and slid a hand down the griffon’s front. Luna bent at the knees slightly, just enough to easily slide one of her fingers against her lover’s labia. Gilda shuddered, her breath escaping as a stuttering groan.
“Yes,” Luna repeated. “I find women as strong and confident as you to be very attractive.”
“Y-yeah? How attractive?”
Luna picked Gilda up by the thighs, and stood up straight and smashed her lips against the griffon’s beak. The kiss was more than a bit awkward at first, but they both managed to make it work quickly enough. Their tongues wrestled roughly and eagerly. Gilda groaned into Luna’s maw.
The alicorn’s dick throbbed desperately between them both, her balls pressing against the griffon’s leaking cunt. The penis was big enough against Gilda to nearly reach her tits, and as their make-out got messier and messier, Gilda’s fur and feathers got steadily more slick with Luna’s pre.
After a solid minute of just kissing, Luna pulled away.
Gilda panted for several seconds. Then, “Fuck that was hot... but damn how are you going to fuck me with this? You’re going to tear me apart.”
“Ha,” Luna huffed out. She let Gilda down. “I have more than enough spells for that. It’ll feel very tight for us both -- but you’ll fit every piece of me.”
Before Gilda could say anything else, Luna’s horn flashed. Correspondingly, the bird woman’s throat and crotch glowed a dark navy. Gilda sucked in a sharp breath.
“What the fuuUU--”
Gilda cut herself off as the glow pushed in deeper, almost meeting in the middle and making her tremble.
“I forgot to mention,” Luna purred. “It puts you into a heat-like state.”
“Fu-fuck... heat-like?”
“Mhm,” Luna murmured. Her focus was fading fast as Gilda’s growing scent flooded her nostrils. “Bend over the bed.”
Gilda didn’t even think about it. She turned and bent over the end of the bed. Her pants weren’t even fully off her ankles, but Luna just saw it as a wonderful way to restrict her lover’s movements.
Luna slowly, confidently, leaned over Gilda’s back. The woman’s wings fluttered wonderfully against her stomach and tits, brushing them oh-so-very pleasantly with those gloriously soft feathers. Luna let out a keening groan as she leaned over further, pushing Gilda down further onto the bed. At this point, her massive ten-inch rod of manhood was nearly painfully erect.
Her medial ring throbbed harshly, the head of her prick desperately pulsing with barely-restrained desire to flare.
It took significant effort, but Luna managed to huff out, “Brace yourself.”
Gilda did as she was told. She pushed her legs against the end of the bed and gripped the bedsheets.
Immediately, Luna pressed the hefty fat head of her dick against Gilda’s sopping wet cunt. The griffoness’ voice started low and quickly grew louder and higher-pitched as Luna slowly but surely shoved herself inside, one inch at a time.
The instant Luna’s scrotum went bump against her lover’s vulva and clit, they both stopped. Luna took a few seconds to readjust her grip. She wrapped an arm around Gilda’s waist, another around her chest and started to roughly grope and squeeze her partner’s tit.
Gilda muttered sweet, desperate nothings into the bedsheets.
“Hmf...” Luna managed to spit out. “Moan louder for me, Gilda. Show me how much you want my dick.”
“Fu-fuck... fucking hell Luna,” Gilda muttered. “You’re splitting so damned wide -- fuck’s sake don’t make me beg, just fucking rut me!”
Luna let out a breathless chuckle. “Very well.”
The alicorn gripped her paramour a bit tighter around the waist. She pulled back out slowly, thoroughly enjoying Gilda’s keening whine. That sound went up sharply when Luna’s ring literally popped out of the griffoness’ pussy. Luna let out a rough grunt when she started pushing back in.
Her lover’s vaginal walls were magnificently tight. The spell had likely turned that up quite a bit, but it only magnified what the target already had. Given how in-shape they both were, Gilda’s muscles were also doing an absolutely glorious job of massaging her rod.
“Guh... fucking fuck fuck fuck...” Gilda muttered and swore rapidly into the sheets.
Luna ignored that. She was far, far too focused on enjoying this fleshy vice. As she started to lose herself into her instincts, Luna’s arms moved down Gilda’s body. Her fur and feathers rapidly turned into a disheveled mess, as did Luna’s own navy blue coat. Sweat beaded up on their bodies and mixed.
During it all, the alicorn’s fat cock kept repeatedly pressing very, very closely to the griffon’s womb. Not to mention repeatedly rubbing against and absolutely punishing the woman’s good spot.
“Fu- shit-”
Luna vaguely registered the swears, but her attention was snagged by the way Gilda started to spasm around her magnificent and wondrously sensitive flesh. The alicorn was rapidly losing control. Her smooth pulls and thrusts lost rhythm extremely fast, and her own climax was very quickly approaching.
Her head was so full of lusty fog that Luna didn’t even realize she was speaking as she said, “Ngh... We are going to fucking breed you, pretty bird.”
“Breed -- yes, yes, fucking YES breed me woman!”
Seconds later, Luna gripped Gilda very tightly around the waist and hips. She ground her hips upwards and inwards. Her head flared up very wide, causing a near-perfect seal right up next to the griffon’s uterus. Her balls scrunching up inside their tight sack -- and finally Luna involuntarily let out a low groan. She felt every burst of cum that shot up through herself and into her new lover.
Both women simply lay together as Luna continued to flood Gilda’s womb and pussy. Despite their crotches pressing against each other as tightly as possible, quite a lot of alicorn seed splurted out from between the makeshift seal.
Several moments passed before Luna felt her cock let out one of the last of her bursts. They both collapsed from their tense, climax-induced locked muscles. Gilda let out a rough groan. With conscious effort, Luna moved slightly so she wasn’t crushing her new paramour with her weight.
“...fuck,” Gilda gasped out at last. “Does... does this mean I’m pregnant now?”
Luna had to take several seconds to catch her breath. “Perhaps. Would you like to try again to make sure?”
“...you know what, fuck it... yeah. Yeah, I would. I’d look hot as fuck pregnant with your kids.”
Luna huffed a bit. “You’re already hot as fuck, Gilda. Let’s date properly first. It’s modern standard, no?”
“For you ponies, maybe,” Gilda said. “For us griffons, only sometimes. We just fuck a lot.”
“Well that I can certainly do.”
“Mhm,” Gilda agreed. “How did you get a dick like this, anyway? And how long is the magic supposed to last?”
“Should last until tomorrow morning,” Luna answered. “As for the penis...”
“Cock. Dick. Literally anything else.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Fine. My massive fucking tool. I got it from a magic dream. As far as my sister and I know, every alicorn has it once in a while, at seemingly random times. I had it three times within a month when I returned. Before that, I had nearly two centuries between mine. In the dreams, the alicorn is offered a very obscure choice that isn’t clear what it means. Depending on the answer, we either grow a cock and balls, or tits and a twat.”
“How long have you had this beast of a dick?”
“I haven’t changed from it since I first got it,” Luna admitted easily.
“So you have plenty of experience, then,” Gilda realized. “Show me just how much?”
Luna grinned. She loved when a woman was just as eager for sex as she was.
A week later -- two days longer than she had expected to stay -- Luna was preparing to board the travel balloon again. The main difference this time was that she had another passenger -- an absolutely cum-stuffed Gilda.
Both of them were more than a little eager to return to Luna’s retirement home so they could fuck some more.
Perhaps even go on some proper dates. It had been quite a long time since Luna had gone on one, and she really looked forward to properly courting this woman.
Author's Note
So in summary:
Luna bored. Go fight. Find hot bird woman. They fuck. Then Luna takes her new bird girlfriend home.
The dream thing.
I've tentatively called it the Dream of Choices. I didn't go into too much detail in-story because, well, I didn't think it would be something that they (Gilda and Luna) would care too much about.
If you're curious:
An alicorn is, at random intervals in their life, given a series of dreams where they must choose anywhere between one and four options.
After a few dreams of this, they will have one final dream of only two choices.
Depending on the choices they make, they will wake up one week later either completely female, or with their vagina replaced with fully functioning penis and testicles.
Regardless of an alicorn's starting gender, after their first Dreams of Choice sequence, they will always be granted an additional foot in height, and they will grow breasts of at least D-Cup.
This story was written in like a week to enter Dezmo's NSFW Contest. I found it by accident and just kinda went, "eh fukkit, why not".
Please let me know what you thought!
