All's Flare in Love and War

Amber sunlight touched her fur. It was among the first things Luna felt whenever she woke. She might compare it to a lover's kiss, perhaps a caress. Given who raised and lowered the sun, however, she put the analogy out of her mind. Her sister was beautiful, and in the past they'd shared certain carnal experiences, but never as one unified, romantic body.

With a quiet and dignified yawn, she began to take in her other sensations. She sniffed, picking up the scent of many wonderful things - lavender, perfume, old books, and the melting wax and faint smoke of lit candles, which danced in the black corner of her room like flickering fireflies. They were motes of light in the shadow, utterly affixing.

There was another scent. It hit her, creeping into her lungs, and sent her heart beating a hair faster. She flared her nostrils, sweeping the sweet smell inside herself. She drank of them deeply, lustily.

The cock between her legs throbbed. A wet hot hole clenched and spasmed around it, gargling groans and choking gags coming from the mare's throat. Idly, casually, Luna raised her long legs, and wrapped them around the slut's neck, pressing them into her shoulders.

"Tis lovely to see you, Lady Linen." She cooed, shoving her down harder until the maid's light pink nose hit Luna's fluffy pubis, scrunching into the dense musky patch. Luna cooed as Linen's dainty hands grasped her midnight blue-ebony balls, rolling and squeezing the massive orbs. "Oh yes, that's it. Choke on that a while, and you shall be thoroughly awarded."

Linen made a sound like agreement, if Luna heard correct past the spittle and moans.

Then, Luna gasped. Her back arched suddenly on instinct as two lips cradled her bared teats. One tongue slavered across the rapidly stiff nipple, while the other nipped and grazed with pointy-fanged teeth.

She looked at the two others assaulting her breasts. She recognized the thestral on her right, a slender boy with girlish proportions and waif-like legs. He, Gloom Gaze, had recently been accepted into her Night Guard's ranks. He never lasted more than a few minutes, less with her shaft inside him, but his enthusiasm pleased her immensely.

The other, a yellow pegasus herm, she did not know the name of. She had seen her once or twice serving guests and nobles, but the way she pulled on Luna's cork-like nipple had her mewling.

With their mouths busy and hands free, the two roved across her tall alicorn body. Plucking, tracing, learning the smooth contours and subtle, battle-hardened muscle. Gloom managed to fit one hand under her plump ass and found her dark ponut, slipping two digits into the accepting, slippery crevice. At the same time, the serving mare massaged the meat of her heaving breast.

She wished it could last forever. The dimming light of her sister's Sun debated otherwise.

She let herself cum. Her control released, and bucking like a wild animal, she thrust roughly into Linen's throat, whose esophagus bulged and eyes widened. Mascara ran down her cheeks, and with a mighty bellow of conquest steaming royal seed glugged into her little belly.

"Take it," she hissed. "Take it, slut. Grow fat on my sperm, until your buttocks and breasts swell so large you cannot move!"

She wrenched her eyes shut, hosing down for what seemed a small eternity. Gradually, chuffing and gasping for breath, the climax waned. She put her hands on the heads of her nursers, and gently coaxed them off.

"Good girls," she told them, despite one being male. His erect prick throbbed in joy. "The lot of you. Be dears and remove Lady Linen from my pole, and place her into the Chamber."

They shot her a confused look. "Chamber?" the serving mare asked.

"Ask Lapis Song. She is the thestral mare with dark blue fur and golden freckles guarding the door. You will have seen her on your way in."

Gloom giggled. "I made her jizz just from throating her balls."

Luna's brows rose. "Impressive. Her sack nearly competes with mine. Now!" She clapped her hands. "Get on with it. The magic in my cum will fade in an hour. If it does, the Chamber's magic cannot take effect."

The pegasus rose her hand. Fresh milk dripped down its surface, ejected from Luna's swollen nip. It was a wonderfully debauched benefit of Luna's recent pregnancy - her first in a thousand years.

"It will mold her to a more fitting form, for my enjoyment. Stay there and observe if you wish to see for yourselves."

They nodded, and wasted her time no further. Snapping to their hooves they hauled the gravid Linen off her bloated cumgut, and together hauled her out the room.

Luna smiled, and swung herself from the bed. Her mast remained half-erect, dribbling pre that left a trail in her wake. She only bothered with her regalia, and didn't clean the leftover spunk off her cock. Ponies would have the chance to do that for her later.

With practiced efficiency, she raised her Moon and its accompanying Stars, spreading them over the sky like arranged glitter. The Night was her territory, her canvas, and she painted upon it for all her beloved ponies to see.

How she never saw it before, she didn't know. She blindly ignored the poetry they wrote, the stories they told, serenades sung and compositions played. All of them, in devotion to the beauty of her domain. Yet because most worked in sister's Day, she believed they'd scorned her.

Foalish, but nothing to do of it now. She was back home, and had no plans to abandon it again.

Breakfast - her version of it at least - went well. She ate fruits and dainty chocolates off the bodies of svelte dancers, and milked the cream from one's balls into her 'morning' tea. It added a nice heady undertone that made her puffy cunt drool.

It came to an end too soon. The risque entertainment and lyrically lewd sonnets ceased, and time came to fulfill her duties.

She had a military budget to increase. If, she could convince the Court's patrons.

Luna enjoyed walking the halls. Whether to a meeting, banquet, or Night Court, they filled with the sights, sounds, and smells of sweaty grinding bodies in various states of undress.

Guards lined the columns, as they did in Celestia's western wing of the palace. Yet Luna's guards she allowed greater freedoms. They wore armor, wielded spears and halberds, swords and sheilds as any soldier should do. Yet, Luna also understood that guards were ultimately for show, ineffective in fights from the sort of all-encompassing, magical threats their nation often faced.

Outside those, Equestria was a land of peace, unity, harmony. That credit belonged to her sister and the ponies she'd worked with long and hard over the years.

Thus, the guards were a show. To that extent, she allowed them to be treated as such - eye candy, as modern vernacular put it, a feast for the sight and sinful desires of her rampant alicorn libido. The other guards and staff enjoyed it just as much as she.

She had freed them. Liberated them from the shackles of stifling conservatism. There was no wrong, no ill in the gift of sexuality. By displaying her ability to hold power, sway, and influence as strong and smartly as Celestia while also throwing herself into the depths of a hedonist's life, she explained it with her very presence.

She had done so centuries ago, as a younger mare. All things were freer back then, and not always for the best. Blood from slit throats, poisons in passed wine, and lies from trusted lips flowed as wantonly as fluids from throbbing nethers.

Through centuries, Celestia had all but eliminated the first three. The last eliminated itself by Celestia's example alone, and the lack of Luna's. Now that she'd returned, she had every intention of thoroughly, painstakingly re-establishing the fourth.

She'd done it in her eastern wing of the palace. She'd instilled it in her guard. She'd convinced a portion of the public, the nobles, officials, through words as much as demonstration. With luck, she'd convince Celestia in time, and 'land of debauchery' could be added as fitting descriptor for their territory as much as the rest.

Step by step, platform heeled silver slippers carried her along the rich red velvet. She toned the light down in her domain, so the flickering sconces and chandeliers danced across dimly illuminated bodies with a sort of intimate warmth. It highlighted the sheen on their bodies, the oily shine of pearlescent cum and spit and pre and pussy drippings. Her thestrals appreciated it as well; exposure to too much light for too long would hurt their eyes.

As she drew close to the towering double doors, she could already hear the orgy inside. The thrusts, the groans, the hot wet shlicks and the subtle, quiet throbs and spurts cocks made as they erupted with sperm, and the delighted gasps of others as it splashed against their fur or holes. Her keen ears picked upon them all, as well as the rank, raunchy odor of many dozens engaged in frantic coitus.

She smiled, and idly massaged her rigid flare. They would pause for the most part when she entered, as show of respect and paid attention. But, naturally, they would continue.

Especially when - not if - she got involved herself.

The shifting piles stilled somewhat as she entered. She passed a gaze upon them all, surmising and judging each for their technique, posture, angle, the positions they chose. She - and the ebony pillar slapping her thighs - was pleased to see a higher number of mating presses, full nelsons, and scissoring today.

"Continue as you were," she said dismissively, waving with her hand. "So long as you do not moan over myself."

A shy mare's voice squeaked from beneath two other mares, and a twinky stallion. "I can't promise that, but I'll tr- Ooooh!" The stallion bucked, squelching his length inside her cunny. "B-but I'll try~"

Luna nodded curtly, and took her position at the dais. She had modified her podium so that it gave the crowd view of everything below her waist.

The first agendas were the simplest and most boring, and she itched for the opportunity to properly dive in. Unlike her sister she did not keep a secretary, given she had always enjoyed the process of note-taking and administration. Celestia delegated wherever possible. Luna did so if it was the only sensible option.

They went down the prepared list, item by item. The brothel bill had passed through another hurdle, one step closer to implementation. It would set aside a small sum of the coffers for funding whorehouses and ensuring safety and protection of its workers. Similarly, it put in no uncertain terms the rights for prostitutes to form coalitions, barter terms, and receive a minor sum from the Crown should reasonable demands be unmet.

The funding for art displays had passed without a hitch. Either nopony from the Senate had noticed its permittance of lurid works - kept to restricted, adults only sections naturally - or they hadn't cared. Just as likely, they correctly observed it as an extension of art itself, even in its most pornographic form.

The sex-ed bill had stalled, frustratingly. It did not surprise her. Despite the statistics, some ponies believed an abstinence only education would lead to less ponies engaging with sex, when the reality was quite the opposite, on top of revoking the resources and information for said ponies to engage safely.

She and her patrons would fight it, as they always did. The road to progress was a slow one indeed.

Throughout the ordeal, she pleasured herself freely and openly. When particularly bored she called over staff and guard, and had them attend to her lusts in other ways.

One unicorn mare squatted in front, massaging her bucking tool like it were a spitting cobra. Her soft hands weighed and bounced her low-hanging fruits, coaxing out the potent swimmers within.

Another, one of the few non-pony members of her harem, fucked her ass from behind. It made speaking eloquently an interesting challenge as his twin draconic dicks stuffed her hole, steely claws raking her copious assflesh.

He dumped his load inside at the same time she dumped hers onto the unicorn's face. Said mare teetered with joy, holding out her palms and shaking her pendulous chest to catch the excess syrup. When Luna finished, she waved them both off. Time for getting down to business.

She stepped out from behind the podium, waving a femcolt maid nearby to clean up the mess while she addressed the Courtroom.

"Fine ponies of the Court, this final item was not prepared for the schedule tonight but 'tis something of import which I wish to address." She glanced aside to a magnificently tall thestral mare, clad in silver and black magisteel armor. "Such regards the budget of our military. I am pleased in many ways by how quickly I have reformed my Night Guard, yet they remain substandard for what I wish in some key departments. Captain Blackstar, do you have a lineup of your soldiers prepared?"

She snapped to attention. "Ma'am yes ma'am." Pivoting on her hoof, she tossed open an exit and hollered out. "Guards, in here and at attention, for your Princess of the Night!"

Marching in line formation, they filed in. Luna's soft lips curled into an easy smile as she examined them, prepared just as she had ordered. They'd been stripped of their armor but for shoulderpads, loincloths, kneebuckles and greaves, leaving most of their bodies open for ogling.

The Court did exactly that.

There were five in total. From left to right, a tall and well-built yet svelte thestral stallion with chalk gray pelt and white mane. Lapis Song beside him, gravid bosom tugged down to cover the defined topography of her six abdominals. A short and bottom-heavy pegasus with a deep brown coat and rose-colored hair, tits nearly flat next to her wide jutting hips. A lanky, yet shockingly top-heavy thestral mare with a perfect white coat, straight jet black mane, piercing red eyes, and a shaft as long and slender as her proportions jutting straight up. Finally, Gloom Gaze, his feminine hips shifting excitedly, pink eyes roving across the others beside him. Lapis appeared to notice, and the two held each other's attention for a fraction of a moment.

Captain Blackstar went down the line, placing a hand on each head and called their names. "Lieutenant Nightrain, Commander Lapis Song, Private Rose Thorn, Cadet Willow Wisp, and Private Gloom Gaze. Atten-shun!"

As one, they snapped a little straighter, offered their salutes with silent reproach.

Of the participants sufficiently equipped, their bodies were not the only thing which 'stood at attention'.

"As you can see," Luna began. "Their military discipline is up to par. Observe, however, as they are tested beyond their limited expectations."

All reacted with a degree of anxiety. Some were more obvious, Rose Thorn looking between her, the Captain, and the Courtroom with trembling eyes. Others kept their anxieties subtle, such as the shift of Nightrain's hooves, or the quickly swallowed lump in Willow's throat.

As the Captain had done, Luna paced from one side to the other. Rather than reach for their head, she reached instead between their legs. The reactions she garnered, disappointing, albeit entertaining.

Upon squeezing just beneath his flare, Nightrain gave an easily missed squeak, of the kind thestrals were so often reputed for. The sharp unfolding and flap of his wings, less abely ignored. She applied her expert sexual skills, honed over prior centuries, and made observant calculations like a predator would its prey.

Every piece of relevant information she took in, analyzed, and turned to her advantage. She soon found the best place for her hand to be - halfway between the medial ring and flare, closer to the flare with four fingers spread, pointer rubbing the flare's crown, thumb pressed into the bulging underpipe. Slow strokes worked best for him, and in moments time his squeaks multiplied in amount and volume both, knees quaking before the Court.

"Witness how easily the resolve falters." She snapped her fingers, and tossed away the loincloth with a spell. A linen pouch cradled his fuzzy sack beneath, which she undid as well, before jostling the laden orbs in her free palm.

"P... P... Princess!" He panted hard, unable to hold back. Dropping the spear he'd been tentatively holding his hips thrust forward, and arcs of white spat out his flare once, twice, seven times to form a streak on the cut stone floor.

Luna clucked her tongue. She offered no thoughts on the display, but the disappointment carried through her eyes and tone well enough. "You may return to your post, Lieutenant, or you may join the party."

The 'party' she defined, gesturing at the amassed bodies in the room. Despite the ongoing sex, their fucking had slowed and the vast majority paid rapt attention, preferring to idly snuggle, masturbate, or offer the simpler, idle pleasures to their partners beside.

Red-faced, head bowed, he escorted himself to the hallway from which he'd entered. The others appeared visibly shaken now, though with that unmistakeable twinge of private excitement.

For Lapis, she squat low, bringing her snout level with the batmare's swollen testicles. Despite being drained that morning, they appeared full as ever. With lidded eyes, hands balanced on the guard's muscular hips, she opened her maw, unfurled her tongue, and swallowed the pouch in a single gulp.

It took even less time to make her cum than it did Nightrain.

The remaining three fared no better. Fingers up Rose's cunt, two in her asshole and one on her clit, made her squirt pints in seconds. The base of Willow's slender shaft proved especially sensitive, rewarding Luna's good graces with no less than three consecutive orgasms, both from the prick between her long legs and the gash behind her nuts she hadn't noticed prior. Gloom she took from behind, ramming his tight ass silly until he squealed and painted his own belly white.

They all tried to hold themselves back, naturally. They failed, and everypony saw it clear as day.

Lapis had departed in shame as Nightrain had done. The final three threw themselves into the orgy with abandon, Willow more reluctantly so and on shaking sticks for legs.

Luna, chin tilted skywards, folded her hands and wings neatly behind her. Captain Blackstar ate both her holes out from the back, particularly eager to taste the flavor of exotic dragon spunk from her pussy. From Luna's experience, it often had a spiced ginger undertone, or otherwise the faint hint of smoke.

"I believe these events speak for themselves. However, for those of you too drunk on lust to make the connection, allow me to shed some Moonlight on the subject." She cleared her throat, scruffing the Captain by her neck and removing her from behind, though keeping the mare on her knees.

Blackstar swallowed another mouthful of dragonload. "W-what... hah, what the Princess means to say is our forces are clearly lacking in rigor, stamina, and endurance. A good soldier maintains their composure in combat situations. A great soldier remains the same under any sort of duress, even sexual." Her eyes glazed with the same rapidity they'd focused. The following moment, she'd buried her snout into the deep crevice of Luna's Moon-sized, ink-splotched asscheeks, happily slurping and huffing away.

"You may ask yourselves why such training would be needed. I may remind you of the battle which took place last year between Queen of the Changelings and my dearest sister. We have not heard activity from the hive to the south, yet we must remain vigilant, and prepare for an attack whenever it comes!" Her voice gained an air of bravado about it, boasting militarism urging her to puff out her chest. She did so with a tremendous wobble. "If we are not careful, if we have not prepared, they will feed upon our love in the easiest way they know how - sexual intercourse. Furthermore, any training which results in a more sexually rigorous and durable armed force will necessarily transfer to other fields. Need I justify my plea more, or shall we commence with the closer for this fine evening?"

The response was immediate, expected, and pleasing. Some nodded and proclaimed agreement. Others looked contemplative. Few outright disagreed. They could debaite it amongst themselves after Court finished.

Luna's muzzle spread wide, revealing her pointed fangs. Her holes clenched, and sopping box sprayed against the Captain's moaning face. Now for the fun part.

They fucked for hours.

Perhaps that wasn't quite accurate. With the special spelldrug Luna ordered be rought in - an East Zebrican brew of nectar and select herbs, tempered with an alchemical spell - their sense of time's passage had distorted perversely. It stoked their inner fires, brought free their closeted lusts, and inflamed their loins - in the best way. Each second that passed might well have been minutes. With the heightened sensitivity it brought out, Luna herself could hardly refrain from cumming endlessly.

That was another of the elixir's benefits. Typically, a pony would run out of fluids to discharge, no matter how much you hydrated them. Luna, being an alicorn, dealt with such struggles far less often, though she was not immune to the issues that arose from marathon sex.

It helped in both their cases. The maids might have complained about the mess they'd produced, but then, the maids had gotten involved as well. Luna left nopony out of the lurch, unless they chose to abstain.

Of course, she needed a shower after it all. Uncountable dozens of ponies' sweat, slick, spunk, spit, and milk coated every inch of her body. She might feel disgusted if it weren't half as much arousing.

She didn't actually require the shower. Compared to Celestia, her public-facing events were few and far between. Night Court - a debauched parade of reckless degeneracy - and Dreamwalking consumed the majority of her official time.

Closing her eyes, she turned the heat up by another notch. Steam billowed through the marble chamber, choking the oxygen in a pleasant way that sent her heart racing and blood rushing, primarily down to her loins. Magic hands attended to cleaning her body, reaching where she could not and scrubbing with better precision, turning her coat from dusky blue to a frothing white of soap rather than cum.

Likewise, the magic allowed her to touch herself with her hands, free of distraction. She pinched her nipples, thumbed the taut surface, squished into her bosom or reached back to pry her cheeks apart, easily sliding soapy digits into her puffy, well-fucked holes.

Alone in the shower she let down her typical poise. In front of others, she felt the need to stay firm, a strong leader and one who wouldn't moan like a wanton whore from simple fingers in her ass or a hand milking her breast. Here, she could truly unshackle her wants, and devolve into the frenzied animal state after which she so desperately thirsted.

From her room, she teleported in her magnum fleshlight and extra-large dildo. It took finagling and warping of the room's dimensions - a feat achievable soley through her sheer power - but she attached one to one wall, and the other to the opposite.

From there, she could place herself between the two, faux-cock and faux-pussy alike. Grunting, snarling, letting spill strings of obscenities and spoken imaginations that would make her kinkiest harem mates faint, she bounced between the two. Thrusting in, then back, cooing and whining as she fucked herself stupid.

It didn't take long before her automated cleansing spell broke. Not an issue regardless, since she'd already washed up for all intents and purposes. She replaced the spell with hands to massage and stroke her for pleasure's reason, yanking harshly on her tits like a cow's, slapping her flanks, caressing the gentle swell of her seed-filled tummy.

She required foal. It had been only a week since her last was born. Her now empty womb yearned for another. Desperately, she hungered for the day to be knocked up with a herd. Five would suffice, and make her dairy nozzles pour like milky waterfalls.

She came again, and again, and again, until the words and thoughts spinning in her mind dissolved. Like the edge of torn fabric they frayed, until the whole thread came loose.

She watched herself in the mirror-like sheen of the wall, and came again and harder at the moronic expression overtaking her face. Her eyes dull, rolled up into her skull, and her mouth hung open with tongue out and panting like some common streetbitch.

She forced herself to stop after what her hindbrain guessed must have been twenty-nine orgasms. Close to her record, missing by four more and an additional forty seconds.

From there, her business-like demeanor returned. Holding herself on the dildo's suctioned base, she gripped her fleshlight pinkie out like a tea cup or wine glass, tipping the contents into her greedy throat. A final, unexpected orgasm slammed into her - and the wall - as she glugged down the salty, musky taste, its fumes fogging her head with another series of carnal imaginings.

When both toys were cleaned, the last dregs and fluids swirling down the drain, she reset the room's original dimensions. Towelling off, her wet mane dried itself in seconds, swiftly back to its ethereal flowing nature. She strode into her chambers, and considered calling that one adorable shortstack of a griffon in for a fast rutting before she Dreamwalked.

Instead, she met with Celestia.

Luna paused, less surprised at being caught nude than by the intrusion. She continued to dry herself, hoisting a brow and skeptical furrow in her sister's direction.

"Celestia," she stated. "Tis late for you this hour."

"Yes, well." Celestia cleared her throat, averted her gaze. Her porecelain cheeks burned bright red. "There was something I wanted to ask of you."

Luna's brow raised further. She said nothing, permitting Celestia the space to continue.

"It's about Twilight. I received a... troubling letter from her this afternoon. I'd rather not divulge the details right this moment." Celestia squirmed in place, eyes flicking down to Luna's softening shaft before refocusing. Luna noted the bulge in Celestia's dress, and the tents her nipples formed. Luna didn't know if that was because of her, the situation with Twilight, or another reason entirely.

"And what would you like me to do about this?" She didn't mean to sound so short, but then she'd been interrupted picturing the little griffoness' beak latched on her nips while she plowed her piledriver.

"Nothing much, if it's not any trouble. I figured, since your Dreamwalking is soon, you could pay attention to her dreams for the next few days. If you notice anything that warrants remark, I'd like to know."

Luna nodded, promised she would, and Celestia left.

The moment she did, Luna called in her latest squeeze. It was going to be a good, long night.