Moonlit Passion

The joy of summer was often expressed most prominently at the beach, for many ponies. Sunshine and fresh air, the epitome of freedom that the season brought on mixed wondrously with the crashing waves of the ocean. If asked, many would say the heat makes the beach more enjoyable, as the pleasant coolness of the water was contrasted perfectly by basking in the glow of the radiant majesty of the sun.

With so many ponies playing and relaxing across the beach, it irritated Scootaloo to no end as she tried to calm herself down.

The overabundant noise and crowded sands gave her enough reason to sweat, even without the sweltering heat. Still, the towel across her bare shoulders felt heavy as it draped down the front of her chest. Frozen in place, she still hesitated to dare take one more step forward, her hooves locked in the sand as she watched the crowds ahead of her.

“This is insane,” she whispered to herself. “I’m going to get arrested or something for this.”

Fiddling with her towel, she kept it close to her chest, covering her almost small and exposed breasts. It was off of a fickle fantasy of hers that she’d come here clad in only a stallion’s swim trunks, her top half naked for all to see. It would be, had she not draped the towel over herself once she realized she’d be prancing about exposed for so many to witness. She hadn’t expected the beach to be so crowded, especially in the middle of the week. Fantasies of just lounging about out of sight were thrown screaming off the edge of Cloudsdale when she realized there was almost no space left unoccupied.

The smack of a plastic ball thumping the sand caught her attention, a volleyball cratering right next to her.

“Hey man, can you pass it over?”

She looked over and saw a group of ponies and griffons looking at her, waiting for her to give them their ball.

“O-okay!” she said.

Squatting down, she picked it up and shakily handed it off.

“Thanks, dude,” the white and yellow stallion said. “Wanna play a match?” he said.

“Uh… s-sure, let me just… find a place for my towel,” she said.

“Yeah, no worries. You can put it there with our cooler,” he said, pointing to the container.

She walked up to it and took a deep breath. Whether she was ready or not, she was about to disrobe and expose herself halfway to the world, in front of a bunch of stallions as well. Heart pounding, she ripped the bandaid off and threw it to the ground in one fell swoop.

Now exposed completely, her breasts were kissed by the heat of the sun’s light as she cast down her covering. Turning about to face the players, she swallowed the gathering lump of nervousness building in her throat.

“Cool, I’ll serve first, just set up wherever you want, man.”

Scootaloo walked up and waited for anyone to say something about her. She knew her breasts weren’t particularly eye-catching, especially compared to some of her classmates from college, but after hitting the age of 24, she’d essentially given up hope of them ever filling out. But still, to think it’d be this easy to pass as a stallion while shirtless was… mixed, in her mind.

Part of her was elated that she wasn’t outed instantaneously when her perky pink nipples were exposed, but checking out the rest of the beach goers she could understand why. No one was interested in somepony as flat as her when bombshells and babes dominated the beach like a bimbo buffet. Still, it meant she could live out her fantasy easily in plain sight, with no-

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden smack of a volleyball planting itself firmly on the bridge of her muzzle.

“Fuck!”

She landed on her wings, flaring the appendages out to catch herself and burying them in the sand as she clutched her muzzle.

“Shit, sorry dude!” the griffon said. “I thought you had that, are you alright?”

“Ugh, yeah, I’m fine,” Scootaloo said. “Nice spike, though. Got me on my flank pretty damn hard.”

“You need something for that?” one pony said, pulling out a white box. “I’ve got some enchanted bandaids in case someone sprained something.”

Rubbing her snout, Scootaloo nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll take you up on that. Think this thing’s already bruising.”

“Sorry,” the griffon said meekly.

“Nah, it’s fine, I should have been paying attention. I’ll be ready this time.”

The stallion handed her a glowing bandage which she quickly applied to her snout, the magic taking root and relieving her pain on contact. She sighed with delight, both at the feeling of the pain numbing and that her cover hadn’t been blown. Smiling, she got ready in the position they’d opened up for her.

“You sure you’re good?” the griffon said.

“I’ve had worse. Or maybe you’re just chicken that you’re gonna lose with a fair team balance?” she teased.

Smirking, the Griffon served, but Scootaloo was ready. She hiked it for another pony to hit over the net, and lost track of time as she became evermore invested in the game. Minutes blended away, passing by as the beach steadily became less crowded as time went on. Scootaloo kept the score tallied in her head, sweat beading down her fur as she kept up with the rest of the volleyball players. Just when it seemed they’d fumbled a setup, she pumped her wings with a strong gust and spiked the ball into a gap in the middle of the Griffon’s team.

“BOOM!” she said, splashing sand across the enemy team.

As they spit up sand, Scootaloo passed around high fives across her team, pumping a fist in the air as everyone settled down.

“Alright, think we’re gonna call it there,” one pony said. “It’s starting to get late.”

Blinking, Scootaloo turned to see the beach was already almost abandoned, the sun kissing the horizon.

’Holy shit, it’s been two hours already!?’ Scootaloo thought to herself.

“Hey, good game out there, man,” one pony said, offering a handshake.

Scootaloo accepted the gesture and shook firmly.

“Yeah, gg’s, everyone,” she said. “Take care!”

“You staying? ‘Cause if you need a lift, we’ve got room,” the griffon offered.

“Thanks, but I’m gonna get some swimming in before heading out.”

“Stay safe, later!”

She waved farewell to the group of players before picking up her towel and walking towards the shoreline, smiling proudly.

“Damn, can’t believe it. I actually did the challenge, and nopony noticed I was a chick the whole time! Suck it, Tiara, you owe me a hundred bits now!” she said, laughing.

She laid her towel out and stretched, waving herself down from the heat she’d accumulated from her game. Eyeing up the ocean, she charged and dove in, eager to cool down as fast as she could. With a resonant splash, she crashed into the ocean waves and embraced the cool touch of the water.

The sensation of the salt water washing through every single strand of fur across her body sent chills down every nerve, the stress and tension she’d built up melting away in seconds. Opening her eyes, she was greeted to the sight of the pristine sands carried along the waves, shaping the gentle slopes she brushed past.

The freedom of having no bra or bikini top chafing against her shoulders with every stroke was very much welcomed, moreso with every motion of her wings, freed from being tied to the obnoxiously girly clothes.

Breaking the surface of the water, she laughed as she tossed her mane back, relaxing into the gentle caress of the ocean’s steady rhythm. She didn’t feel the worry anymore, the idea of shame or consequence for her actions completely slipping away as she took a deep breath and let the ocean carry her back to shore.

With the sun’s light starting to fade away, Scootaloo looked up to the stars to see the constellations twinkle into sight. The smell and sounds of the ocean accented the beauty of the night sky in a way only a poet could describe, though she tried her best to put its astronomical wonder to words.

“Fucking awesome,” she said.

“Quite, indeed.”

Splashing about, Scootaloo found herself coughing up a cup of seawater as she flipped about, startled by the sudden voice.

“Oh, apologies! I hadn’t thought my presence would be so alarming!” the mare said.

Hacking up the last bit of water, Scootaloo wiped her mouth as she turned to the voice.

“Ugh, I’m alright, just didn’t expect- Princess Luna!?”

The pegasus stumbled back, falling back first into the water as she caught the sight of the retired Princess of the Night. Sitting on Scootaloo’s towel, Luna basked in the cold glow of the rising moonlight. Seeing her framed so immaculately by the shimmering stars and white hues, the pegasus mare felt her heart flutter as she drank in the image of the goddess. Though she wore a simple white bikini and a matching white wrap skirt, the contrast from her dark coat accentuated her voluptuous form beautifully, like marble sculpted to perfection.

“Holy crap, you’re hot,” Scootaloo said, her hands flying to shut her muzzle as she realized what she said.

A jingling melody left Luna’s lips as she laughed at Scootaloo’s unabashed compliment.

“Thank you dearly. Nice and refreshing from the poets that think they can woo me with a fountain of esoteric words. Come, sit, relax,” she said, patting the towel.

The pegasus made her way over and laid beside the Princess, desperately resisting the urge to drape a wing over to sample some of the alicorn’s body heat. Her proximity to the former ruler did stir something up, however, what with so much of her succulent curves up for show.

“Enjoying the solitude of the beach at night is something special, isn’t it?” Luna said, looking towards the ocean.

“Yeah, it is,” Scootaloo said, tearing her eyes upwards. “I never really get a chance to do something like this since I live in Ponyville. But my friends and I were here for a quick trip to check on some project for Twilight’s School of Friendship, so we thought about taking a day to ourselves. Then I, well, decided to come alone.”

Luna hummed in thought.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I seem to be caught unaware of the current fashion trends. Do mares tend to forgo topwear when they’re traveling alone?”

Scootaloo’s words got lodged in her throat alongside her heart, failing to formulate a proper answer to the ex-princess.

“Whu… I-I uh… Don’t know what you mean, Pri-AHEM-Luna!” Scootaloo said, coughing as she tried to deepen her voice.

“I would think I recognize somepony close to one of the Bearers of Harmony. Or Ambassadors, or whatever they tend to go by these days. Scootaloo, isn’t it? One of those Cutie Mark Crusaders that Rainbow Dash would mention on occasion.”

Scootaloo sat up and covered herself with her arms, shame burning under her fur as she started to panic internally.

“P-Princess, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I mean I did, but…”

“What is there to apologize for? I’m not a Princess, I can enforce no laws. Come now, there should be no shame in a beautiful mare wanting to show her natural body to the world. Back in my day, my sister and I would do the same to remind our soldiers what they fought for, you know.”

Scootaloo looked at her own chest, then Luna’s, and scoffed.

“Yeah, pretty sure no one’s gonna complain about a Princess whippin’ out her fat fucking titties,” she muttered.

“No one can complain about a mare parading herself proudly,” Luna said. “You have as much beauty to share with the world as any other mare, myself included.”

Scootaloo huddled her knees close to her chest, staring into the ocean.

“You asked about my ‘attire’? Well, it’s a dare, Princess.”

“I’m retired, please, just ‘Luna’ is fine. And, it’s a dare, you say?”

“Alright, Luna. And yeah, it’s a dare or a challenge. A mare with… smaller assets, doesn’t put on a top and goes in public trying to look like a stallion. Some people think it’s hot, but… I think it just goes to show how much less of a mare I am compared to others.”

“Slander!” Luna shouted. “How can you possibly think those things!? Yours is a body that is enviable in its shape and grace! I’ve known many a pony who struggle to maintain a body half as gorgeous as your own.”

Scootaloo blushed.

“Well… some classmates were always jealous of how easily I could keep my figure. Heh, I once ate a whole pizza in one sitting and some mare screamed that I have to be cheating. Metabolism of an angry dragon, some say.”

Luna laughed again.

“Yes, exactly! Every mare is unique in their own way, with some shortcomings, yes, but we all possess beauty in ways that will always be envied by somepony else. You’re not unattractive because of your more streamlined body. Perhaps you just… lacked a partner that can appreciate it.”

As she said this, Luna’s hand caressed the fur of Scootaloo’s stomach. Scootaloo felt the flaming fury of a blush creep up her entire body at the fingertips of the alicorn, gulping as she looked into the deep cyan pools.

“Perhaps… I can be that partner? Just for tonight?”

Luna’s lustful hand slowly crept up to the small mound of a breast on Scootaloo’s chest, palming the whole thing with ease.

“To show you exactly how beautiful you are?”

Scootaloo could smell it in the air now, the arousal she had been dripping into her shorts since arriving at the beach, finally drenched through. Another scent followed as Scootaloo nodded, a cloud of hefty musk as the Princess straddled her.

“Many ponies worldwide can only dream of what I’m about to do to you,” Luna said, sitting on top of the pegasus’ pelvis. “Let this shatter any ill perception of yourself that you have left buried in you.”

Scootaloo watched, salivating as the former Princess of the Night undid her bikini top and let her humongous melons free. Scootaloo wordlessly reached up for them, enraptured at the sensation of her hands disappearing into the immaculately soft flesh. Chuckling, Luna leaned down closer to Scootaloo as she removed her skirt, her horn flickering as she undid her panties.

It was only then that she was met with a massive, pulsating cock laid on her stomach. She’d seen her fair share of marecocks now and then, it happened to be a focus in some of the pornos she’d “borrowed” from Rainbow when she was younger. Luna’s was the first one she’d seen in the flesh, and the feeling of her first being the Princess of the Night sent butterflies through her stomach.

Scootaloo balked at the sight and sensation of the alicorn’s meat so casually slapping against her abs, the thick black rod smearing her fur with droplets of pre as Luna rocked her hips, the intense warmth of her cock sparking a lustful fire in the pegasus’ crotch.

“Mmmm, yes, let me feel those wonderful little things,” Luna moaned.

The former Princess of the Night grasped Scootaloo’s wrists, guiding her to the black nipples she desperately wanted to play with. Scootaloo showed no mercy to the alicorn’s breasts, fondling and pinching, pulling and pressing, going every which way imaginable with her excitable little nubs. Her reward was apparent, as more and more of the sticky goo spurt out from the alicorn’s cock, pouring a generous dollop across Scootaloo’s abs.

A heavy weight hit Scootaloo’s pussy at the apex of one of Luna’s thrusts, causing the Pegasus to gasp in delight. Their immediate shape apparent, Scootaloo shivered as she realized it was the heavy sack swinging between her legs. At the moment of contact against the damp swimwear, Luna paused her ministrations and shuffled back.

“My apologies, I forgot to allow you a moment to undress. May I?” Luna asked, hands already gripping the hem of Scootaloo’s shorts.

A short nod from the pegasus was all Luna needed before she practically ripped them off. Though she’d spent most of her day shirtless, only now did Scootaloo feel truly exposed, bare naked beneath the stars with a Princess’ cock eagerly kissing her marely lips.

“Can you feel it?” Luna said, rubbing her flaring head against Scootaloo’s pussy. “You can’t fake this genuine of a reaction from a cock, you know. Potions and pills can get one hard, but they don’t have the same effect that a perfectly sculpted body like yours has on me. The twitching, the leaking, the excitement… all leading up to seeing you splayed beneath me,” she ended with a whisper. “I can hardly contain myself.”

“Y-yeah, no kidding,” Scootaloo said, grinding her hips on the tip of Luna’s throbbing scepter. “So… you talk a lot about how hot and bothered seeing me like this gets you… what are you gonna do about it?” she said, smirking at the former Princess.

Luna grinned as she leaned forward, planted her hands on Scootaloo’s shoulders and kissed the pegasus deeply. Throwing out her tongue, Scootaloo caught a taste of the alicorn’s passion as her royal tongue reached out as well. The two embraced in a passionate makeout, wings flaring in anticipation as both of their sexes leaked across one another’s. Scootaloo’s pussy moistened at the prospect of the staggering spear ready to pierce her, Luna’s cock twitching and leaking as it failed to part Scootaloo’s lower lips.

The pegasus reached a hand down to line Luna’s cock up right against her pussy before the former Princess rammed forward. A sharp cry of ecstasy pierced the night, the gentle ambience of the ocean drowned by the mewls of a mare being taken by the mistress of the night.

Scootaloo’s mind warped at the sensation of having Luna’s cock diving into her folds. It was unlike any toy she’d practiced with, part of a living pony as opposed to a plastic sculpt. Every imperfection in its rigid shape, every pulsing vein and twitch of the flesh, and the infernal heat that threatened to melt straight through her like a dragon carving its own cave, all if it pushed her straight towards the edge at breakneck speed.

“Holy fuck!” she screamed, bracing herself as she washed Luna’s crotch in a wave of satisfaction.

Her Princess wasn’t done with her, though, as the lunar alicorn still kept stuffing herself downwards, piledriving the mare’s pussy as she forced in inch after inch. The quivering walls and splashes of cum helped Luna find purchase deep within, her inhibitions long lost as she sought to make the mare beneath her scream.

As Scootaloo’s first orgasm quieted down, she could already feel the buildup of her next one as the medial ring passed her pussy lips, and soon she could feel the warm crotch of the alicorn press against her. Full was the only word that she could use to describe her current feeling, the alicorn’s cock radiating pleasure that crept its way up every nerve in the pegasus’ body.

“Ah… c-can you feel it?” Luna said, leaning up to whisper in Scootaloo’s ears. “Just looking at you, parading about and flaunting your deliciously toned body, did this to me. You’ll help your Princess relieve herself, won’t you, my beautiful subject?” she asked, caressing Scootaloo’s face.

Scootaloo reached her arms up to clasp the back of Luna’s head as she pulled her into another kiss, then swung her legs upward to catch Luna’s hips. Squeezing her thighs, Scootaloo forced Luna to hilt even deeper, egging her on by rolling their hips against one another.

The Alicorn of the Night wasted no time as she pulled out only a few inches before she rapidly thrust into her partner like a rabid animal. She broke their kiss and trailed her tongue down Scootaloo’s neck, giving her love bites every few inches as the pegasus could only scream in pleasure. Luna’s frenzied pounding soon brought a wave of cum pouring from her flared tip. The feeling of the alicorn’s cock widening and flooding her with steaming hot love drove Scootaloo off the edge once more, the both of them crying into the night as their rapturous orgasms lit their nerves aflame.

Luna didn’t slow down, she chased the high evermore as she kept driving herself in and out, faster and faster with every passing minute. Scootaloo could feel every pull drag a hefty amount of cum out of her pussy, staining the blanket and splashing into the sand beneath them, and could only lay there enjoying herself. Evermore did their pleasures carry them through the night, lost in each other’s warm embrace until the stars fled from the sky, and the moon kissed the watery horizon once more.