-Equestria-
“I don’t know, I’m just nervous.” At the precipice of Canterhorn mountain, far above Canterlot, Alicorn Prince Dusk Shine stared up at the inky void of the night sky, the distant stars blinking in and out.
“As are all who try their first time in such a way,” Princess Luna said.
Beside the prince, the tall Mistress of the Night waved at the sky above them.
“The cold infinity is but a canvas for us to work upon, Dusk. We have the ability to leave a legacy upon the stars themselves with this power. Aside from my sister, you’re the first in a long while that has the affinity for astral magic alongside myself. It is an interesting experience, to share the canvas at last.”
“Right, but… what will creatures think if I do something, I don’t know… wrong? What if something I make messes up, or could be taken as something I didn’t mean to say?”
“A fear that all artists have, Dusk. Interpretation is but part of the experience, and while some will see it how you’d want it to be seen, others will always doubt your claims and see something wholly different. It is unavoidable, as differences in views of art are inherent to life itself.”
“Wow. That’s intense.”
“Yes, well, my herdmates find it fanciful to drag me to philosophical disputes every now and then, so I suppose I’ve absorbed some insight against my better judgment,” Luna said.
“Huh.”
-Space-
In the inky depths of space, a single ship shimmered out of a tear in unreality. A small vessel, white and blue in its scheme, brandishing the logo of a multi-tailed fox. Its single occupant loaded up her long-range comms array and waited for a response.
“Great Fox, come in,” Krystal said. “I’ve arrived at the location where the beacon was lost, and am enroute to the last known coordinates.”
“Read you loud and clear, Krystal,” another feminine voice responded. “We’ll be on standby a few jumps over in case of an emergency. Keep your eyes open for any suspicious activity. While the equipment could be in disrepair since Slippy’s been retired for some time, we can’t rule out the possibility of pirates or something worse being already in the system.”
“Understood. I’m catching solar drift now, and will arrive at the coordinates in an hour. Krystal out.”
The blue vixen’s comms shut down as she let the system’s natural gravity well guide her along, passing through a tightly packed array of stellar debris and ore asteroids. She snapped some pics and opened the comms channel again.
“Vixen, come in,” she said. “I’ve found tons of mineral loads floating in this system’s asteroid belt. No signs at all of any mining operations or even a smash and grab for quick cash. I think I may be the first extrasolar ship to fly through this sector.”
“ZZZZZZZ- y again, yo-ZZZZZ-eaking up-ZZZZZZ”
“Damn it,” Krystal said, shutting down the comms. “All these ores must be bouncing the signal too much for a call. I’m already so close to the site, I could probably find a lead and get out before something bad happens.”
Krystal’s ship shot through the void between celestial bodies before she started approaching the last coordinates for the drone. Her G-diffuser’s onboard computer flashed a warning that the gravity well was within a single AU. She looked around and saw no star in sight, confusion crossing her mind all at once.
“What… where is it? There’s supposed to be a celestial body around here.”
She swung through the orbit of a gas giant and ahead, she saw what the probe’s last transmission showed. Her jaw dropped at the sight of a near-perfect terrestrial world, a blue and green marble of continents and clouds. Orbiting around it were two smaller bodies, one clearly a moon, facing the largest continent, but the other was a miniature star, orbiting the other side of the planet.
“What… what in the name of all the Spirits?”
She frantically started recording video of her approach as well as shoot several pictures, scanning over and over to ensure she wasn’t crazy. The G-diffuser’s warnings were right, the central gravity well was indeed the planet itself.
“This… this is the find of a lifetime,” she said. “A terrestrial world with a star orbiting it? And yet, it clearly supports life. I need to get closer, I need to know how this is possible.”
She shut down the alerts from the G-diffuser before pushing the arwing’s speed to catch into the orbit of the moon. Krystal glanced out of the cockpit and voiced her awe. Taking control of the surveying camera, she zoomed into the continent, and gasped. Villages of wood and thatch huts dotted the landscape, brick and mortar stores seeing out customers of various furs.
“Sapient life! This system’s inhabited!” she cheered. “A plethora of undiscovered species! And to think, we made it here first! No pirates, no slavers, this is incredible! I wonder… is this how Vixen felt when we met?”
-Equestria-
Dusk closed his eyes and reached into the void with his magic, letting his thoughts slip out of his mind and into the material world. He touched the surface of the moon and cast his hands aside, throwing rocky debris from the celestial body, and casting it in arcs over the night sky. As the thought of their formation left his mind, he crossed something else.
He crossed another mind.
-Space-
Krystal jumped in her seat, her heart skipping a beat as she felt a psionic presence brush past her. It was immensely powerful, strong enough to reach far past her, though clearly that wasn’t its intent. She turned in her seat and gasped as a thousand meteors flared into life behind her.
The thought that crossed her and the presence below was panic.
-Equestria-
“Oh no.”
Dusk’s hands started to tremble.
“Luna, how do I stop the meteor shower!?” he shouted in a panic.
“Dusk? What’s wrong, what happened?”
“Someone’s up there!” he said, pointing to the sky.
In the far distance, a white and blue shape could barely be seen by the Alicorns, dotting back and forth between the hurling rocks. Its paint and hull were tarnished by dozens of small impacts and boiling plasma as it tried desperately to avoid total collision. One meteor crossed through its left wing, shearing it apart and leaving a trail of black smoke and bubbling metal to scatter through the air.
Dusk wrapped himself up in magic, enhancing every part of his body as he jumped high into the air, his wings casting a wave of magic as he tore through the sound barrier. His face burned with the cold chill of the upper atmosphere, but he didn’t care. Someone was in terror in that thing, and he could feel it, no, her, panic reaching its zenith. Somehow, they could hear each other’s minds, and he’d be damned to sit by and not do anything while hearing some creature’s thoughts die because of him.
He managed to reach the glass enclosure of the strange pod, digging his fingers into the bubbling glass. Dusk wanted to scream, the fur on his fingers were singed, and his fur started to ignite as he tried to ward off the burning plasma of the pod’s entry. Ripping the top half open, he looked inside and saw the ship’s occupant, a tall blue-furred fox woman in a blue outfit. She was hooked up to a translucent mask, hooked up to a tank on her back. Blood streamed from a gash below her ears, staining through her dark blue hair. Shimmering emeralds gazed into his eyes, alight with fear and elation.
Without a word, or even a gesture, she jumped into his arms.
Dusk and the fox fell into a freefall, the Alicorn wrapping his wings around her to hold on as he recollected his thoughts and focused his magic. First, he tried to dampen their inertia, slowing their descent with spell after spell to stabilize their fall without rupturing anything with too drastic a stop. Once they were at a more controllable speed, he unfurled his wings and soared, gliding down the night winds, carrying the fox bridal style. She was unconscious now, her breathing heavy and labored, but proof enough she was still alive. Dusk bit his lip as he cast a teleportation spell.
In a blinding flash, he crashed into the floor of Canterlot ER, the tiles cracking under his hooves as the receptionist screamed.
“Get a doctor, now!” the Prince screamed.
\\\//////
Dusk sat with his hands linked, watching the staff as they treated the extraequestrial lifeform. The blue fox vixen was carried away on a stretcher and Dusk Shine got up to follow. Just as he thought of following, Luna opened a connection between their minds, and he was given a view from her perspective as one eye was taken over. In the Lunar Alicorn’s magical grasp was the burned and twisted remains of the vixen’s ship, suspended far over Canterlot.
“Dusk Shine, what happened, who is this?” Luna asked. “And what is this strange weapon? Who would dare send such a pitiful attempt to attack us like this?”
“It’s not a weapon, it was a ship,” he told her. “Some creature was inside of it, and she… she was scared. I heard her screaming in my mind and I ended up teleporting to her location. She was injured as well.”
“So it wasn’t an attack?” Luna asked, still holding the flying craft in her magical aura. “Then what was she doing here?”
“I don’t know,” Dusk added. “Right after I saved her, she passed out and I took her to the hospital for treatment.”
“I see,” Luna added, still skeptical of what she heard. “It’s quite interesting that this stranger just so happens to have an understanding of magic great enough to attempt a mind meld, even in such a state of peril. I wonder if more of her kind communicate as we do, or if she’s just a special case.”
Dusk clenched his hands, and swerved his ears around as he heard the strange being’s voice in his head again. There were only faint, fragmented whispers in the distance, muttering about how terrifying the situation she’s in is.
“I can… I can still hear some of her thoughts. She’s so horrified by the idea of failing here. There’s more out there, and apparently not all of it is friendly. I… I think I need to stay here, Princess, I need to keep an eye on her. Make sure she knows she’s alright.”
He could hear Luna’s chuckle from her end, and she held a thumbs-up in view.
“Then I’ll leave you to handle that situation. I’m off to clean up this wreckage before somepony could get hurt by it. Fare thee well, Dusk.”
Luna’s connection severed as Dusk focused on the distant voice muttering in the void.
In the expanse of the mindscape, Dusk could see many things from his past. His first spells, his first classes, and his first fights against evil. Some memories floated around in the distance, flying towards a blue haze in the distance. The Alicorn knew dreamwalking when it was happening, but part of him knew that Luna wasn’t here just yet. This presence was different, it was more gentle with its surroundings. While Luna felt like a force of nature herself, this mind in the dreamscape let the images flow like water around them.
Approaching the dreamer, Dusk saw the blue vixen from the spaceship.
Surrounding her were memories of Dusk’s own, some from his foalhood, others from recent years. She was watching an embarrassing one, he realized, when he’d tried to artificially make a friendship problem when he first moved to Ponyville. He blushed and pressed a hand to his face, cringing as he heard her laugh. It was the first sound he’d heard her make, and her voice was enchanting. Even through the horror and embarrassment of having a complete stranger seeing his most egregious failure, he couldn’t help but smile at the sound.
“Well, you’ve certainly lived a wonderful life thus far, Prince Dusk Shine,” she said, not even turning to greet him.
He paused and blinked.
“You… you already know my name?”
“I’ve had plenty of time in here while unconscious,” she said. “Thank you, by the way, for saving me from the wreckage. I’ve no clue why my ship fell the way it did, but you have my gratitude.”
She stood upright and faced him, beaming as her long, luscious tail wagged behind her.
“I suppose I owe you far more than a simple ‘thanks’, however. So in retort, I offer to you, my memories, as you’ve offered yours.”
She threw her arms out upwards and thousands of images soared into Dusk’s view, spiraling throughout the sky. The memories all played in unison, but Dusk could hear all of them at once. More than that, he could understand them all. The language, the time differences, they all lined up and made sense to him. While he was studying in Celestia’s classes, she was studying how to fight with a polearm. While he celebrated one of his and Spike’s birthday, she sought answers to her planet’s demise. While he made friends with the girls in Ponyville, she fought for her life against a tyrant. While he was studying the stars with Luna, she flew between them in a beautiful ship from lightyears away.
Amongst the thousands of feeds of information, they all correlated a single message. Her name.
Krystal.
“Krystal,” Dusk said. “You… you saved so many beings from that monster Scales… you… you fly that amazing ship, that Arwing! You’ve done so much good for the galaxy as a whole!”
“Well, I wasn’t alone,” she said with a smirk. “I had the Star Vixens by my side. The lot of them were as much a part of the fight for Lylat as I was. I’d still be imprisoned if it weren’t for them. Just as you’d be in a worse off position without your friends.”
She waved her hand across the skyscape and mixed their memories together. Dusk’s adventures in Ponyville and Krystal’s experiences in space melded together as the two watched on. Dusk couldn’t contain his excitement as information seamlessly surged into his mind, Krystal taking a place next to him as he sorted through their memories.
“Thank you for saving me, Prince,” Krystal said.
“Oh, you don’t have to call me ‘prince’,” Dusk said. “I’d prefer not to be called that, if that’s alright.”
“To be fair, this is a first contact scenario. I should be treating a foreign dignitary, a royal no less, with due respect.”
Dusk’s smile vanished as his hands trembled.
“I… I’m sorry.”
Krystal’s ears perked as she examined his face. Before she could ask, another memory popped up, one of Dusk practicing Luna’s spell. She could feel the scene playing out from her perspective in sync with his, and saw the spell nearly rip her ship in half.
“I did that. I’m the reason your ship-”
She held up her hand to stop him.
“I’m aware. I’ve had hours to comb through the tangled connection we made in our mutual panic.”
He locked eyes with her, a calm smile still on her face.
“You had no clue I was up there to begin with, and I should have been a bit more cautious approaching an unknown planet. Though, I will admit, the misfortune did have a funny way of leading me to another so gifted in the art of Melding.”
“Yeah. That reminds me, can all of your kind do this?”
“As the last member of my species, it’s hard to know for sure.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you, but I’ve faith that some of my kind still yet live elsewhere. It’s been decades since the desecration of my homeworld, I’m certain there’s more of us out there somewhere. I’ve yet to find one, though this… dream walking, you call it? This is a great comfort I’ve yet to feel since I was taken from my people. I never thought I could engage anyone this way again.”
As she laid back into a bed of stars that shifted to her shape and size, Dusk watched through her memories some more. Images of such grand adventures and terrifying monsters took up his interest, and after staring into the memories for hours, a spark lit up in him.
“We recovered most of your ship,” he said. “I think I can… who’s the frog?”
“Slippy,” she said. “Best mechanic the galaxy’s ever seen. Shame he’ll be leaving the team soon to be with his wives full time.”
“Well, I think if I can replicate some of his work, I might be able to fix something in that ship, maybe even this… communicator?”
“The Quantum Networker? I could get back in contact with my crew! You’d do that for me?”
Dusk smiled.
“I’d be glad to.
\\\//////
Five Months Later
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Dusk wiped the sweat from his head, dragging himself out from underneath the Arwing, his chest coated in coolant.
“Alright, the mass aligners aren’t going to stabilize a full Aileron roll, but at least the shield generator won’t combust into a plasma grenade while the life support’s drawing power. No saving the laser cannons, but that shouldn’t be an issue for a small flight to the other side of the moon and back.”
Krystal was leaning over a small table, watching the stallion work while holding a book in one hand. She wore a white set of clothes, a skirt split down the side reaching just above her knees, and a sleeveless solid-knot collar blouse, both courtesy of Rarity. Having spent some time in Ponyville, she'd become acquainted with Dusk's friends and family, having been welcomed with open arms by all the species sharing the little town. While nowhere near as impressive as the megastructures of Corneria, the sheer loving atmosphere of the inhabitants made Krystal fall in love with the world itself.
“You know, Pinkie asked if she could come along again before I came here,” she said. “Even threatened to stuff herself into a duffel bag and hitch a ride while we’re not looking.”
“Somehow I believe she’d find a way to fit,” Dusk said, wiping himself off.
“In the bag, or the Arwing?”
“Both.”
The vixen laughed at Dusk’s answer, the sound music to the Alicorn’s ears.
“So how were the rest of the girls?”
“Good for the most part, though they’re understandably a bit sad to know how long you’ll be gone. Rarity almost forced me to take a ton of luggage for all of the clothes she wants me to keep.”
“She does know we’re coming back, right?”
“Yes. She says it’s just the first batch of clothes I’m meant to keep. Honestly, I love the mare, she has an amazing sense of fashion and I know some ladies who would kill to have half of these outfits, but she’s going overboard.”
“Well don’t tell her you plan on sharing them, you know she’ll try and strap a G-diffuser to her whole boutique and follow us.”
“Speaking of which, is it ready to fly?”
“Yep, sure is. Gonna hit the showers and then put on my flight suit.”
“Good. I’ll change into mine as well.”
“Alright, I can’t wait! Finally gonna go up into space!”
The alicorn teleported out, leaving Krystal to chuckle.
“Oh, Dusk,” she sighed. “I’m certain you’ll love the trip, but I plan on getting a little more out of this than a simple little errand run,” she said.
She picked up a bag with Rarity’s logo on it, her tail eagerly flicking as she thought of what she’d do once they were in space.
\\\//////
Dusk looked out the viewport in sheer awe. His heart fluttered at the beauty of the sight before him. He took in every curve, every detail, every little flaw, all of it accumulating in a near infinite beauty that he’d carry with him forever.
“Equis… this is my home,” he said, staring out at the planet. “Huh. It’s… it’s so small up here.”
“Everything seems that way,” Krystal said from behind him. “It’s one of the most beautiful parts of the job. Seeing all of these worlds, so isolated yet so stunning. Like the universe is a massive art gallery, and every world is a canvas for a different creator to beautify with the diversity of life.”
“Wow…” was all Dusk could mutter.
The view of the green and blue marble was a sight to behold, one that no memory could replicate. As Dusk stared at the planet, Krystal punched some inputs into the copilot’s console.
“Whenever you’re ready, I have the message preloaded on the Quantum Link. We could swing by the dark side of the moon and send it off and then come back here to watch the planet some more.”
Dusk snapped to attention at the mention of their mission.
“Oh, right! I’m sorry, I completely forgot.”
Krystal patted his shoulder.
“I understand. I remember my first time seeing the stars from my own Arwing. I’ll never forget it. Just as you’ll never forget this.”
Dusk raised his hand to grasp Krystal’s own, squeezing it before he grabbed the control stick. He thought back to the memories she shared with him and eased the Arwing into a steady speed. Within only minutes, they were swinging around the moon’s orbit. Krystal’s ears shot up when she heard the communicator sound off, leaving the planet’s magical field of interference.
“Finally,” she said. “This is Krystal of Star Vixens, calling out to the Great Fox. I’ve located the planet the recon beacons have been lost at, a fully inhabited gaia world. Contact with the locals has been exceedingly positive, and one of the inhabitants fixed my comms array. FTL is beyond repair, requesting pickup by the planet’s moon. Do not approach the planet's orbit, repeat, do not approach the planet's orbit.”
Krystal sent the message off and slumped back into her seat, a relieved sigh escaping her muzzle.
“So, how long until someone picks up the signal?” Dusk said.
“Well, picking it up should take no time at all,” she said. “There’s a comms station just outside the nebula for exploration vessels to contact, but the time my team will take to respond is the real factor. If they’re on standby, it could be hours. If they’re out drinking, well… let’s just say there’s plenty of time for us to enjoy each other.”
Dusk blushed as Krystal’s hands reached down his shoulders. Images flash in their shared stream of consciousness, images that Krystal herself had started to send him.
A month after her landing, she made the first move, kissing him goodnight when they arrived at his castle. Every night since, she’d shared dreams with him, showing him more and more of her life. He reciprocated, but was cautious as to what exactly he showed her in case something inappropriate slipped through.
She then sent him a memory of her masturbating.
Krystal was extraordinarily amused by how flustered he was, and had to stop him from erasing his own memory several times. Dusk tried to explain the image away as just a mistake on her part, but the fox was determined to hone in on her prey. Some nights, she linked minds with him to show herself bathing, getting undressed, and even just looking at her naked body in the mirror. The alicorn’s steadfast dedication to being courteous to her went so far that he simply tried to ignore her attempts at flirting, until eventually, she simply proclaimed that she wanted to date him.
Now, he could feel her claws seeping out of her fingers, digging into his flight suit in an attempt to strip him down.
“I think we can spend a little time away from Equestria to enjoy one another’s company. Personally, these cockpits always bothered me with how hot they can get,” she whispered.
Her hands retreated from Dusk’s shoulders and he could hear the sound of a suit unbuckling. He gulped the drool accumulating at the thought of the blue vixen’s busty body stripping down right behind him. Dusk nearly bolted from his seat when it started to move, turning to face Krystal. His jaw dropped at the sight before him.
In the memories she shared, Dusk would often see her clad in the attire of a native tribe, with a small strapless gold bra and a loincloth, with fancy bracers. After seeing those memories, Dusk hadn’t been able to withhold himself from jacking it to the thought of her in such revealing garments. Now, stripped down from her skin-tight flight suit, she was clad in her old attire right before him.
“So, this is what you went to see Rarity for before we left?” he said.
She smirked.
“Absolutely. When I saw how you couldn’t resist my tribe’s outfit, I knew I had to make good on that. You should have seen Rarity’s look when I showed off her handiwork. She wanted me to go out and model this for the whole world to see, even asked if she could retool some of this for a new line of erotic clothing for her stores.”
Krystal balled up her flight suit and stuffed it below her seat as he leaned forward, pressing her muzzle against Dusk’s.
“But you will be the only one who gets to see me in them,” she whispered.
The fox lunged for her prey, capturing Dusk’s mouth in a deep tongue kiss. The stallion froze on the spot as the vixen assaulted his mouth, his body unable to move save for his wings, now rigid as steel. Her massive, barely constrained breasts smushed against his chest like enchanted clouds made of marshmallow extract, and part of him wished the suit wasn’t still in the way.
Krystal parted the kiss, her tongue trailing a string of saliva from Dusk’s own, and she chuckled at the sight of his wings.
“Not exactly the part I wanted to stiffen up,” she joked. “But you’re still far too dressed for this.”
She undid the buckle in the collar of the suit and proceeded to almost rip it off of him. Dusk had to admit, it felt much more refreshing to have his bare fur exposed. It caught at his waistline, specifically a distinct rod nearly the size of the fox’s forearm.
“Oh my stars,” she gasped. “I’m glad the memories are accurate,” she said, licking her lips.
With one last pull, the alicorn’s scepter was freed from the tight confines of the suit. It sprung up and smacked Krystal in the snout, her eyes widening at the sight and smell of it. The Arwing’s enclosure soon filled with the scent of raw musk and desire, Dusk already panting as Krystal’s tail swung about wildly in anticipation.
She pressed into Dusk’s stallionhood, inching her way down the base with a sniff every inch. Her muzzle opened wide, saliva dripping onto the cockpit’s floor as her tongue stretched out to meet his meat. Dusk gripped his seat tightly as the sensation of her hot, wet tongue struck his nerves. This wasn’t the first time the two had been intimate, Krystal had made sure of that. She seduced him in their dreams well enough to get him to change not only his bedsheets, but managed to ruin an entire mattress with his wet dreams. However, this was the first time they’d be together for it in the flesh, and the feeling was beyond what even the dream world could produce.
Dusk looked down at the sight of the blue vixen fellating his stallionhood, and could feel her moans reverberate through it as she shoved his shaft between her breasts. The fox unfastened her bra and let her breasts freely slap down on his crotch, engulfing his shaft and heaving their great weight onto his lap. Between them, Dusk’s cock was blessed with the soft warmth of her fur and flesh as she squeezed them around his rod. He moaned aloud as Krystal pumped his cock with her tits, eagerly swallowing his flaring head as she maintained eye contact.
’You know what I want, my Prince,’ she whispered into his mind.
The Alicorn couldn’t stop himself, the pleasant tingle of her mind in his launched him far over the edge. White-hod seed rushed to meet Krystal’s tongue as she greedily drank from his cock. Wave after wave of his virile cum was sent chugging down Krystal’s throat as she ran her tits along his length to encourage more out of him. After a minute had passed, Dusk’s climax had run dry, and Krystal licked her lips as she detached from him.
“Hmm, as delicious as I’d hoped,” she chuckled. “Now, let’s get on to the main event.”
She reclined her seat so she could lay down properly, and with a finger pushed aside her loincloth to reveal her sopping wet cunt. Dusk shuffled down to his knees and went to lick her, but was stopped by Krystal grabbing his face and dragging him up.
“No, no more foreplay,” she growled. “I need it now.”
“B-but, what if you don’t-”
“Oh don’t sell yourself short, Dusk,” she said. “Besides, I have something I think you’ll like.”
Dusk didn’t waste anymore time on questions, his cock already twitching and eager to tend to his vixen’s needs. With a bit of maneuvering, he laid atop Krystal, his head sandwiched between her tits and her legs hiked atop his shoulders.
“Are you comfortable with this?” he asked.
“I’ve been doing plenty of stretches in my life,” she said. “I can bend in ways you wouldn’t believe if we had more room. Maybe I’ll show you after we land later.”
Dusk’s mind filed that away for later as he lined his cock up to her soaking pussy. The heat on contact was intense, and the scent from her moist folds drove up Dusk’s spine. It made his cock feel harder, and with a primal drive behind it, his hips thrust his scepter into the fox’s hole.
She cried in pleasure as the horsecock speared her, the flared head and medial ring edging along her insides and scratching dozens of itches she didn’t know she had. As she whimpered in delight, Dusk eased his cock in inch by inch. His desire left little room for adjustment as the eager stallion buried his face into her tits, his hips pistoning with a renewed purpose. Soon, he felt her clench down hard, and he stopped.
“Are… are you alright?” he said.
Krystal looked at him while she was panting heavily, her face dripping with sweat and a dopey smile on her face.
“I came… I’ve never felt so full, so hot, and it’s wonderful. I think… I’m ready for the next part.”
Without warning, she grabbed Dusk’s head with both hands, and with a flash of light from her eyes, Dusk’s body was wracked with an overload of sensation. He felt hot and cold, full and starved, and a hefty weight suddenly press on his chest. He held back as hard as he could to not cum immediately from the strange feelings creeping through his mind, and suddenly he could tell what he was feeling.
“Is… i-is this, you, I’m feeling?”
“Not just me, but yourself as well,” she whispered. “I’ve synched our nerves through the mind link. I can feel what you feel, and you can feel what I do.”
To emphasize the point, Krystal wrapped her pawed feet around Dusk’s head and got him to press into her.
Overlapping sensations rocked through him. The feeling of penetrating Krystal’s pussy was dominant in his mind, but he was also shaken by the encroaching warmth of what Krystal felt on her end. He didn’t want to toot his own horn, but the stretching and filling sensation he could feel from her end was nigh unbearable. How she could take him so easily was a mystery to the stallion, but more than that, he could understand exactly why she enjoyed it herself. The feeling of such a warm and massive thing inside a sensitive canal. It wasn’t just the presence of his meat, but the idea of why some mares couldn’t get off on dildos alone finally made sense. Every little twitch, the heartbeat drumming from his cock, and the push and pull of a real creature behind it, it opened his eyes to many things he’d never considered before.
His hands reached for her breasts, and when he groped them, the sensation of hands feeling an invisible part of himself drifted into his mind as well. The feeling of the weights on his chest being played with, the sensitivity of the nipples, and the slowly building pressure behind them was intense. Without a conscious thought behind his actions, his hips started to move once more, driving his cock deeper and deeper into Krystal’s cave. He rolled his tongue over the nearest nipple he could reach, and both of them cried in ecstasy. Krystal flexed her claws from her hands and dragged them down Dusk’s back. His Alicorn hide was too tough to pierce, but the scratching sent shivers down both their backs. Her hands reached the base of his wings and gripped firmly with all she had. Krystal reeled as an unfamiliar, alien feeling of new nerves ignited from the same spot on her back, the echo of Dusk’s climax ringing through her mind like a church bell.
Dusk’s balls clenched as he emptied everything he had into Krystal at once. Overwhelmed with the mixture of their nerves, both Arwing occupants were consumed by pleasure as they drowned in their combined orgasm. Dusk’s seed sprayed Krystal’s womb white with relentless intent to impregnate, his flared head ensuring the seed would stick around for a long while. Krystal’s pussy clenched rhythmically to milk Dusk’s cock for all it could spare, her body desperate to drag out every last dollop and drop. For what felt like hours, their minds danced with one another in a storm of absolute euphoria, the two of them nearly passing out from the sheer might of their union.
Minutes passed, and the two realized their minds had parted only when they looked one another in the eye. Dusk moved in to kiss Krystal, the vixen happily receiving his tongue. Jizz leaked from her pussy as he leaned forward, and she happily clenched her legs tighter around his back. When their kiss parted, she chuckled.
“That… was the best thing I’ve experienced, in my life,” she gasped.
Dusk nodded.
“The greatest,” he panted.
“Think we have time for-”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Krystal and Dusk screamed in shock as the cockpit opened up with a hiss. They both blinked and adjusted not to the black ink of space, but a harsh white and gray hangar bay. Standing outside of the Arwing were two figures, a blue avian and an orange and white fox. Both were thoroughly well built and wore military-esque attire with high-cut shirts that showed off their abs and a large amount of cleavage. Both sported a vest with a winged fox logo, the same from Krystal’s ship.
“Well, look who finally decided to wake up from their honeymoon,” the bird girl said.
“You got here earlier than I thought you would,” Krystal said. “Dusk, these are my teammates, Falca Lombardi and Felicia Mccloud. Falca’s the bird and Felicia’s the fox. Girls, this is Dusk Shine of Equestria.”
“You know Krystal,” Felicia said in annoyance as she looked back at the nonchalant blue vixen and the now red faced alicorn, realizing what he just did. “If your distress signal was to show off your new boy toy, you could’ve at least invited me to join in.”
“We didn’t realize that we’d be back on the Great Fox, let alone have someone watching us,” Krystal added, not being bothered by the blushing faces around her.
“We pulled you in via tractor beam and we hear moaning and neither of you paying attention to what was going on,”
“I swear to god, you’re such a horndog sometimes,” Falca added with a sigh. “Were those sharpclaw not enough or are you just determined to sleep with every guy you come across as a one time fling?”
“What? He’s cute,” Krystal said in annoyance, not caring that she was naked in front of the girls. “Plus that was different back then. I think Dusk and I have something more meaningful than those flings, right Dusk?”
Dusk just sat there frozen, still inside of the blue vixen that he just creampied, unsure of what to do or say.
“I think you broke him,” Falca said. “Glad Slippy isn’t here to see this.”
The Prince fainted into Krystal’s arms.
