Storm's New Moon

The Grand Galloping Gala had arrived. Guests from all over Equestria, and even from kingdoms beyond their borders were flocking to Canterlot. Rumors and open whispers of Dragon Lord Storm arriving there was the talk of the nobility for weeks, and everyone wanted to meet him. If not for a private message sent to him ahead of time, the Princesses would no doubt have to instruct dozens of guards to ensure Storm’s arrival wouldn’t be flooded by all numbers of nobles looking to meet him. There would be time for that, but for the time being, the alicorns wanted the Dragon Lord to enjoy his first arrival to Canterlot. Everything was going well, but for Luna, she had other plans.

Since that dream when she had given Storm the memories of what they had done, her rest had been nothing but endless pleasures. Every night as the Gala was being prepared, the princess of dreams had experienced pleasures beyond all count, where Storm had treated her body to every passion the two could muster. She would wake from her rest in a soaked bed, stained sheet, and often with her body still trembling as she craved the real thing. But now, her patience was rewarded. Now in her chambers, she prepared for the event, but struggled to choose a dress to wear.

Celestia, Cadance, and Twilight had already chosen their attire, but Luna wanted something special, then again, not too special. She would just as gladly wear a collar, and crawl on the floor while Storm mounts her in front of everyone at the Gala, but she knew that wouldn’t go over well at all. Better to keep such things in her dreams with the Dragon Lord. Still, she was at a slight impasse. She had never really cared for the Gala. Either coming up with excuses to avoid it, or just throwing whatever they give her. This was the first Gala where Luna wanted to dress herself.

“Urgh! This is so frustrating!” Luna grumbled, switching between half a dozen different dresses and gowns. “Too frilly…not the best color…was a gift I didn’t even want…fuck this one…” Moving from dress to dress, her eyes were only narrowing in further annoyance, her beautiful, naked body swaying, almost fidgeting a little. “I can’t just dress the way he would want me to, or I might as well be naked. But I don’t want something too prudish like my sister.” Her lips curled a little into a playful smirk. “I want something that will tease him, something that will make him want to chase me about the Gala halls.”

Going over dress after dress, Luna’s frustration only grew. She didn’t want anything too obvious. This wasn’t like the dreams, this was the waking world, and she planned on showing Storm that she could be just as much of a tease as he was. But these gowns just weren’t working for her. She could dress as regally as her sister, but Luna wanted to get Storm’s attention. And dressing in something out of some playstallion magazine was strictly off the table. Surely, there was some middle ground somewhere? Grumbling a little more and more, she threw the gowns to the floor. Nothing she had worked.

“I can’t take it anymore!” Luna grumbled aloud, huffing in frustration. Snapping her fingers, a scroll and quill appeared before her. “I’ll have to put in an emergency commission with Rarity. I’m sure she of all ponies would understand what I’m looking for.” Her lips curled back into her wicked smirk. “I'll be sure to compensate her for her quick and skilled labors.” With that, the scroll vanished.

The Night of the Gala was upon them. Canterlot’s streets were crowded with the parade of guests, with the local air ship docks, and specific sections being blocked off and guarded, ensuring the foreign, honored guests wouldn’t be disturbed upon arrival. The Prince of Yakyakistan, the Mercantile Council of Griffonstone, the Merchant Princes of the Zebralands, and even the royal families from the Diamond Dog and Abyssian Kingdoms. And while Celestia was greeting her dignified guests, Dragon Lord Storm was surprisingly absent. Did he get lost? Did he forget what day it was? These thoughts echoed in the alicorn’s mind, but she didn’t show it on her face.

Storm was in fact drawing close to the city. His great wings took in the cool air of the night sky. He had chosen to come alone, leaving the heavily pregnant Ember back in the Dragonlands. Not that it mattered, his plans were going to enjoy himself with Luna anyways. So having to keep an eye on Ember would’ve been a bother. Adorning his body was a well crafted set of armor that showed precious metals, with ornate carvings and designs into them. As well as this, he wore many jewels of shimmering gems, all topped with a crown that coiled around his mighty horns. To anyone, he was the most resplendent looking dragon.

Arriving in Canterlot, Storm landed on the rough stone, startling the attendants, and causing some of the guards to fall over. After a few moments of the knocking about dust to settle, the guest who saw gasped, cooed, and awed at the sight of the dragon. Storm smirked, seeing the many pony eyes upon him. But he didn’t care what the lesser ponies thought of him, his eyes were set to find Luna, who was surprisingly absent. Celestia, dressed in a resplendent gown, bowed gracefully to the arriving Dragon Lord.

“Dragon Lord Storm.” Celestia said, smiling warmly at her honored guest. “Welcome to Canterlot, and welcome to the Grand Galloping Gala.”

“A pleasure, Princess Celestia.” Storm replied, bowing back in the same respectful manner. “It seems the rest of the royal alicorns are not here?”

“Twilight and Cadance are greeting other guests at the other entrances.” Celestia replied, with only the slightest quiver in her smile. “Luna unfortunately will be delayed.”

“I see, well I would still like to see the grand palace that Ember has told me about.” Storm said, looking at the other guests. “And of course, to meet my fellow attendees.”

“By all means, feel free to explore the castle grounds.” Celestia gestured with her arm towards the grand palace. “I hope you enjoy yourself here tonight.”

“I believe I shall.” Storm replied, bowing respectfully to the Princess. His mind was more on what Luna would be wearing, and how she would approach him. “I shall see you at the Gala.” Celestia shared the same bow, letting the Dragon Lord wander off.

Walking along the illuminated streets of Canterlot, on his way to the castle, Storm took in the grand sights. He had heard about such a place from Ember several times over, at least between fucking her into a sloppy, babbling mess. But her words seemed to fall short on the splendor that was before him. The castle was gorgeous, nearly as big as the mountains back in the Dragonlands, and the way the magical lights floated around, giving a warm twilight effect as these globs of magical light swayed about. Like massive fireflies that twinkled and swayed with each other. Truly, it was a grand, beautiful sight to the Dragon Lord. The stone and metals the castle was crafted of were of a quality that Storm had never seen before.

“Such a marvel.” Storm commented aloud, rubbing along the smoothness of the well carved stones, and equally well worked metals. “Perhaps when this is over, I’ll consider asking Princess Celestia to lend a few craftsmen to show my dragons how to work such fine works.” Even in the silver moonlight, they gleamed beautifully. “Such a wonder, a masterpiece of craftsmanship.”

Rubbing a claw against the smoothness of the metal, he nearly felt a shiver run down his spine from it. Smirking, the texture of the metal was almost a pleasure against his claws. But then, a shimmer, a flicker of something in the corner of his eye. Looking over to this flicker of something, he saw her. Princess Luna, as radiant and yet mysterious as the very moon she represented. She was so captivated, and from the distance, it looked as though her beautiful blue body was dressed in a gown of wispy shadows. The more he looked, the more it seemed that the dress she wore looked to be there, and yet not there at the same time. As if the flickering of moonlight exposed her bare and beautiful body to him, only to then be covered again in a skin tight dress.

“So…that’s where you’ve been hiding from me.” Storm muttered to himself, his mouth curled into an almost ecstatic expression. The mare was just so captivating, the previous splendor of the castle had all but fully left his thoughts. “I wonder…does she plan to have me fuck her now?” Curiosity was slowly consuming him, making his body almost become hot as his instincts to conquer and claim were building up.

Storm’s fangs were gleaming in the soft moonlight. She seemed to look into his direction. The way her eyes fluttered at him, the way the dim light cascaded over her body, which made it hard for the dragon to determine which part of her he wanted to look over. But then, her coy, alluring smile seemed to pull him in. Storm felt an almost shiver through his body, as if an instinctive sensation urged him on to follow this mare. But as he followed after her, she not only seemed to notice his approach, but with a faint giggle and mischievous smile, she drifted away, almost gliding further into the castle. Storm’s smirk grew, eager to play whatever game this mare was playing.

Wandering casually after where he saw Luna, Storm saw that this mare wasn’t just playing a little game of chase, she was luring him on. Like a forbidden sweetness, the closer he believed he got to her, the further away she became. While such a show of defiance, or blatant teasing would annoy the dragon, in this case, Storm was enjoying himself. After fucking Luna in his dreams, the Dragon Lord was eager to have a taste of her real form. His mind teetered with all thoughts and curiosities. Would she last as long as she had in his dreams? Could her real body handle his size? And how much of a whore was this beautiful alicorn princess? Either way, he was going to find out soon enough.

“This mare really loves her little games.” Storm muttered quietly to himself. Shrugging his shoulders, he huffed a little. “Oh well, it wouldn’t be fun without a little hunt anyways.”

Chasing after Luna, Storm followed her to the other end of the gardens. The beautiful roses seemed to almost reflect the moonlight, with a faint bit of dew on each, they were like stars within these shrubs and bushes. But Luna’s body remained ahead of him. Smirking, Storm followed, but no matter how close he seemed to get, the mare’s alluring ass only seemed to narrowly escape him. And yet, rather than simply vanish, the Dragon Lord only needed to move his head slightly, and Luna’s alluring frame would be within the corner of his eye. Licking his lips, small whiffs of steam bellowed from his mouth and nostrils as he pursued the mare.

“Such a clever tease.” Storm commented aloud, the mare almost in his grasp as he raised his claws. “But not clever enough.” Reaching down, his claws only met with the leafy shrubs, but no Luna. “What?! But she was right-” The sudden faint sound of playful giggling tickled at his senses. Looking to the source of the sound, he saw Luna, a mischievous smile ran across her lips as she winked at the dragon. “Oh?! I take it back. You’re even more clever than I thought.” His jaw nearly strained from his amused smirk. “But you’ll be mine, soon enough.” Licking his lips more, he continued to pursue the mare, following even as she always narrowly evaded him.

Storm’s mind was becoming more and more filled with not just the fun of this little game she was playing with him, but all the things he was going to do to her once he caught her. While not a commonly known fact, dragons enjoyed the playful hunt for mates. One of many methods of courtship, where the female would lead on the male. But this always ended with the male dragon being so worked up, that the female wouldn’t just be impregnated, she would be fucked into a borderline orgasm coma that would last for maybe days. Whether Luna knew this or not didn’t matter to Storm.

She was triggering an instinct within him, a primal urge and hunger that wasn’t going to be satisfied until he was fucking the alicorn not just into a bed, but all the way through to the floor and beyond. His cock was already getting eager, throbbing and swelling from the desire to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck. Gritting his teeth, Storm pursued the mare, his every other thought was how he would catch her, while the other thoughts were how he would fuck her. His dreams were only a preview of what Luna should be capable of, and his curious lust only further whet his appetite.

Following Luna for seemingly several long minutes, near a little under an hour, Storm believed he had finally caught up with the mare, but instead, found himself back into the grand ballroom of the Gala. Glancing about the various guests, he lost sight of the mare among the massive crowds of ponies. As well as this, his arrival did not go unnoticed, as many noble ponies saw and slowly began to approach him. The dragon couldn’t help but smirk a little, believing this was all part of Luna’s little game. Lure him away with her sexy body, guide him to the main ballroom, and distract him with the many ass kissing nobles to no doubt try and earn his favor. The Dragon Lord only smirked, enjoying this little game, and was willing to play along; for now.

‘So…this was your little scheme?’ Storm thought to himself, rubbing his chin for a moment. Taking a breath, he composed himself as best as he could. The carnal hunger was still strong within him, but his throbbing bulge had settled enough where it would be hard to spot off the bat. ‘Still…where to start?’

While the many nobles tried to curry as much favor as they could from the Dragon Lord, offering invitations to whatever manors they had, while others seemed to think him some dumb brute and suggest some clear schemes that would rob his home of its resources, Storm kept his eyes about the dance floor. Luna was a clever mare indeed, and quite the little tease. For a brief moment, he saw her, the way she walked and swayed through the dance floor. It was odd, she was a Princess, and yet when she walked by someone, they didn’t bow or seem to acknowledge her. For a moment, Storm considered this was some illusion, or maybe they simply, for whatever reason, didn’t see her. But when she took the hand of one of the younger stallions, some noble’s son no doubt, she started dancing with her.

Storm had to fight every urge within him to smirk his more wicked and entertained expression. Luna in the flesh was far more of a pleasure than her ethereal self. More than just a sexy pair of tits and ass, she was seemingly as devious as he was. Storm could take it no more, only just having his attention on the alicorn, one of the speaking up noble ponies, some stuffy looking unicorn stallion in a suit that looked to be worth an entire pony’s yearly wages, approached him. His somewhat wavy, blue mane matched that of his small mustaches, and her eyes remained fixed on the Dragon Lord through a monocle. At his side was a beautiful looking white, unicorn mare with a flowing pink maine, and a gown that just hugged and barely contained her alluring features.

“Dragon Lord Storm, it is an honor to meet you.” The stallion greeted, speaking a little more sincerely than the other ass kissing, foot licking nobles. “If I may, my name is Fancy Pants, and I’ve heard nothing but great things about you and your domain.” Not only did he sound more sincere, he even spoke with some more confidence and composure compared to the others that sounded more like they had been practicing in front of a mirror, while this one had no hesitation in his words. “I have heard many wonders dwell within your lands, and would love to hear all about them.”

“I see. Well, the Dragon Lands are rich in resources, and the Princesses have been a tremendous ally.” Storm commented, not exactly looking at Fancy Pants. He was still keeping an eye on Luna, whenever he could see her. “I’m afraid I am not yet accustomed to Equestrian events such as this.”

“Then by all means, allow us to help you.” Fancy Pants commented, taking the mare’s hand towards Storm. “My wife, Fleur de Lis, would be more than happy to show you.” This was no doubt some ploy to make his noble rivals envious, but Storm wasn’t going to turn down any chance and advantages he could to get to Luna.

“Your offer is accepted.” Storm smiled, looking more at Fleur’s alluring body. She would be a suitable side dish, but that would have to be for another time. And since Fancy was being so useful, he didn’t mind allowing the noblestallion to pull one over on his rivals. “I’ll let you guide me.”

Letting the mare take him by the hand, Storm was eager and ready to see how he could get his claws on Luna. Fleur seemed to share in her husband’s ambitions, not just taking the Dragon Lord onto the central dance floor, but did so in a way that turned many eyes upon them. Storm couldn’t help but smirk a little at the mare’s cleverness. Her wit matched her beauty, and he almost considered claiming her as well, but such notions would be for another time. For the time being, he would play Luna’s game, and allow Fleur to help him in it. Guiding his hands, the noblemare placed one on her hip, but his claw was so big, it nearly groped her flank; not that she seemed to mind.

The eyes of more and more of the guests fell on the pair, mixes of intrigue, envy, and excitement gleamed across so many of them. Storm allowed Fleur to teach him the basics of dancing. It wasn’t as free as the few steps that dragons used when courting, but he managed to figure out how to move and dance along with the beautiful mare. Each motion of their bodies were slowly becoming more of a unified blur. The Dragon Lord’s own larger frame simply overshadowed Fleur’s smaller, and yet curvaceous body. Still, the way she taught him to dance was more direct than he expected. Her own touch on his shoulder and side were gentle, with a slight attempt to press against his smooth scales.

Between a twirl or two, Storm kept an eye open for Luna. Occasionally, he caught sight of her, dancing with some noblestallion, only to then switch and sway herself to another dance partner. Was this part of this dance? Some waltz between pairs? If so, why did Fleur not rotate him out for another? Maybe she wanted to teach him a little more, but he couldn’t fully tell. The mare said little, if anything to him, only the occasional compliment to his quickly improving form, but still nothing else. When he did get the chance, Storm looked back to Fancy Pants, who was no doubt bragging quietly to his allies and rivals, with both excitement and envy on their faces when he spoke. Fleur’s form was also switching a little as the rhythm of the music shifted.

Hugging against him, Storm could feel this mare’s luscious tits press and rub a little against his own muscular frame. Was this another of Fancy Pants’ plans? To have his possible trophy wife seduce him? If he wasn’t after Luna tonight, Storm might’ve taken him up on the subtle offer. But there would be plenty of time for this fun. Instead, he was going to show this attractive mare just how thankful he was for showing him these dance moves. Reaching around Fleur’s back, he pulled her close, hugging her as she let out a low moan of seemingly pleasure. Another act to curry more favor? Or was she in need of a strong grip against her curvaceous body?

“M-my lord…” Fleur cooed, looking up at the Dragon Lord. “I…I must say, you’ve taken to dancing so quickly.”

“Only because I had such a fine instructor.” Storm smirked, leaning in to whisper a softness of his hot breath against Fleur’s ear. “You and your husband have been such a big help, I may just owe you both a favor.” The way she was shuddering, as well as the faintly growing scent of arousal was enough to make the Dragon Lord smirk, chuckling quietly. “But we’ll have to discuss such things later, and maybe even…alone…”

“M-my…my Dragon Lord…” Fleur cooed, her white face becoming red with a blush. “I’m sure my husband would be more than honored to-” Storm pulled back, placing a claw gently upon her lip to stop her.

“Another time…” Storm smirked, making the mare tremble a little at his touch. “I’ll keep in touch.” Releasing the mare, he drifted a little from her, taking the hand of the next mare who swayed by him. Fleur’s knees almost gave out, the seductive touch and voice of the Dragon Lord was more than she believed, and it took a moment for her to compose herself before returning to Fancy Pants.

Now that he had a better understanding of the Equestria formal dancing, Storm swayed and maneuvered himself from one dance partner to the next. The mares he interacted with, the way they danced with him, each had a somewhat uniqueness to it. Some were shocked to have the chance to come across the Dragon Lord like this, nearly fainting from the surprise, while others were almost obviously placed and manipulating their way along the dance floor just to get a chance to dance with the dragon. Every so often, while Storm was keeping an eye out for Luna’s next partner, Storm would see some nobles smirking in his direction. No doubt the mares he was dancing with were allies, maybe even trophy wives, or daughters they wished to marry off to him. It was amusing to see how clever these ponies believed themselves to be, but Storm was in a good mood, so let a lot of this flattery slide.

Again, and again, as the music changed, Storm would rotate and swap partner after partner. He was getting close, so close to his prize. Luna was coming, dancing from one stallion to the next. Each one seemed to be whispering something to her, but her expression remained unchanged, only dancing with him, shaking her body in such a way that Storm could only take it as a sultry tease to him. As her form would drift so close, and yet so far, the dragon’s mind teemed with the memories of his dreams with her. The way she would moan like his whore, how she would beg for every inch of his cock to ruin her for any other suitor, and the carnal desires to be bred by him, claimed as his and his alone. Smirking, the opportunity was rapidly approaching, and Storm was ready to reach out, and grasp it.

The chance was here, her rotating partners, dancing with so many mares, each who would easily break and submit to him if he had the time and care to, had brought him to this moment. Luna’s hand extended out, reaching for another partner, and it was pointed in Storm’s direction. The dragon felt his heart hammering in his chest. This little game of hers was over, and she was going to be his. As soon as his extended claw touched her hand, a delicate chill ran throughout the dragon’s body, nearly making him shudder as the mare was quickly to take charge of the dance. She looked as ravaging up close, as she did when he first saw her this evening. And as they danced, Storm saw that less and less eyes were following them.

“Don’t worry, they can’t see us right now.” Luna cooed, whispering seductively to the dragon. “But we can’t be too loud, or else I might accidentally drop my spell.”

“So that’s how you managed to parade that sexy ass around without anyone noticing?!” Storm chuckled at the mare’s boldness and clever use of magic. “I must say, very impressive.”

“Did you enjoy my little game?” Luna giggled, pressing her huge tits against the dragon’s chest. He could feel her nipples getting hard through her dress. “And what do you think of my gown? I wanted to dress especially nice for you.”

“Does this answer your question?” Storm smirked, reaching down with one hand to roughly grope at Luna’s ass, nearly making her moan out in the strong, fondling pleasure. “I’ve dreamed of this moment, and now, you’re mine.”

“Almost…” Luna giggled, pulling back a little, looking up to him with quivering eyes. “Just a little longer.”

“Oh, I can wait, if I have to.” Storm snickered, still fondling Luna’s ass. “But can you?” Before the mare could respond with words, she felt something just barely, and so delicately brushed against her soaked pussy. It was the dragon’s tail, having been skillfully slipped under her dress to tease at her. “Oh?! No panties? What did I do to deserve such a royal whore?”

“Have such a fat, beautiful cock…” Luna cooed, trying to hold back her moans as she let one of her hands slip along Storm’s body to rub along his growing bulge. “So big…even bigger than in your dreams…” Her body was getting hotter, almost screaming for the mare to be taken by him right then and there.

“Too bad your spell would break if I took you right here.” Storm teased, letting one claw rest gently on Luna’s back, while the other gave her flank one more squeeze before drifting smoothly and gently along her thigh until it slipped under her dress. “Even if we could, they’d see us as soon as you scream like my adorable, royal slut.” Lifting her dress slightly, he caused the mare to hold back another moan, though her face was showing him how much of a struggle this was becoming.

“You’re such a tease.” Luna cooed, gently kissing at Storm’s cheek. “Keep this up, and I might not be able to hold it in after all.”

“I’d love nothing more than to take you in front of everyone.” Storm smirked, now groping at Luna’s fat ass under her dress, his tail almost rubbing along her moist lower lips. Licking his lips a little hungrily, he had to keep himself from chuckling too loudly. “Imagine the shock on all their faces, if they saw their precious Princess being brutally bred by the Dragon Lord. The scandal of Princess Luna, whore to some dragon. It makes me hard just thinking about how much you’d cum on this cock from that much attention.”

Luna’s body shivered, practically trembling as it took every ounce of her restraint to keep herself from cumming. Storm’s claws, the strength of his touch was just too much for her. Panting a little of her hot breath against his neck, her eyes were fluttering. This game, it had run its course, and the dragon had claimed his prey. Biting a little at her lower lip, she pulled herself a little from Storm, but that look in his own eyes, such a powerful, dominating look. As well as his smirk, the confidence, bordering on the smug and arrogant, Luna could almost melt in this feeling. The dragon’s body, his face, and the mere presence he was radiating was enough for her. She didn’t want to play anymore games, she wanted to feel his massive cock inside her.

“So…” Storm playfully whispered, his soft voice teasing and tantalizing the mare. “What do you want to do now?” His smirk only grew as he could see the slight trembling on her lips, and the way her eyes were drowning in his gaze.

“I want to get on my knees…and ravage my throat-pussy on your massive cock…” Luna weakly whispered, her breath kissing against the Dragon Lord’s face. Her hand, slipping without notice, rubbed ever so gently against his bulge. “But not here, I…we can’t.”

“Then we’ll have to go elsewhere.” Storm chuckled quietly, looking around the gala for a moment. “Perhaps you and I can escort ourselves somewhere else.”

“Y-yes…” Luna cooed, shivering a little as her greatest desire was going to come true soon. “The Gala will continue for many, many more hours. So we can vanish for a while.”

“Then by all means, lead the way…” Storm smirked, hugging the mare back against his body. Her soft tits pressed against his muscular chest through her dress. Luna almost gasped out a sultry moan from this feeling. “I’ve been wanting to claim you as my whore since I first saw you.”

“I know.” Luna moaned softly, biting her lower lip a little harder. “And I want you to take me.” With a little reluctance, she backed away, but took the Dragon Lord by the hand away from the main dance floor. As soon as the two of them were back outside, out of sight from anyone, she ignited her horn, vanishing the both of them upwards to the higher towers, to her bed chamber.