WARNING: This story contains Wingplay, Hornplay and sexual relations between two mares. Should any of those things be offensive to you in any way, shape or form, please read a softer fiction. Should they not, then please feel free to read on. By reading this warning you forfeit any rights to complain about the content of this fiction should you decide to read it. Enjoy.
The impact of the spell knocked the wind from her, but not so much as the ground rushing to meet her. The fall seemed almost too large for her height, but when she realized that the spell had been an explosive one, she did the quick logical thought processes to realize that she must have been knocked airborne. She coughed and looked towards the figure at the other end of the makeshift Dojo. The only thing separating her and her opponent now consisted of ten feet of air. As she looked up, she saw another ball of light close the gap between her and her... dueling partner.
She reflexively threw up her hooves to protect herself, and a shield shimmered in front of her, absorbing the impact, yet cracking as though it were made of nothing but glass. The barrage of flames settled, and Twilight lit up her horn, casting a spell of sparks and bolts of lightning towards her foe.
The same spell which protected her now protected her dueling partner, yet hers cracked and shattered faster than Twilight's, and the spell washed over the teal blue fur
The moon hung high in the sky, a perfect Cheshire grin set among the stars. The stars shone like jewels on a darkened velvet sea, standing proudly, watchers and guardians of he moons gentle rays. The moon itself was casting its light over the crystalline city of canterlot, turning golds into muted sapphires, and whites into dull silvers. The lights in many of the buildings had long since been extinguished, and ponies had set themselves down to bed, their eyes closing, and drifting into the realms of dreams. Luna's realm.
All of them, save for the many who preferred the nocturnal life. Those in clubs and bars drinking away their sorrows, drinking for fun, and dancing to the heavy bassline of the dubtrot coming from the heavy speakers on stage. But, there was one who didn't need to visit the many clubs in the, well, notorious section of Canterlot to stay awake. No, this pony lay in a soft silken bed, trying her best to fall to sleep. er light was off, yes, but her mind was far from drifting into even the most basic of sleep.
Had Luna been able to look up out of her window, she would have found the moon amusing. She would often cast slight shadows on the moon to create grins and pictures to reflect her mood, when she was feeling particularly cunning for example, or whether she was planning a particularly precipitous prank. The moonlight crept into the room and infiltrated each corner, sliding under the vanity, filling every gap with its presence, and finally, hanging over the bed-sheets and covering it with a glossy white sheen.
Luna lay there waiting. She hated herself for doing it, but just thinking about what would happen that night like all the others... well, her wings hadn't softened up since she walked in her room that night.
Luna knew that she would come as she always did. In the dead of night, under cover of darkness she would slip into her room. Luna had given up trying to sleep, for she would always wake her up with something simple, something demure. A kiss had been used, a gentle hug, or the sensation of the coves being slowly removed was one more recent.
Yes, she would come. The rustling of the drapes heralded her approach, or was that the wind from the mountainside? No, there was another sound; polished hooves upon the marble floor of her chambers. She gulped and nibbled on her tongue.
She was there. Just standing. Luna could feel it, eyes scanning her, looking her up and down. Watching, waiting, contemplating. She felt the gentle breathing upon her neck as the figure moved closer, and strangled a squeak of anticipation deep in her throat as gentle fangs scraped across her neck, a hot breath ghosting upon her neck. Strands of hair fell upon her and tickled her face and chin. She resisted the urge to giggle.
She also resisted the urge to blush, lest she give away that she was awake. The one standing above her kissed her neck now, gently, lovingly, almost tenderly, but the fangs were there, subtly reminding her who was in control. A gentle murmur was heard, and Luna bit her lip when she realized it came from the mare kissing her now.
A forked tongue joined the lips, a gentle sucking as well, but Luna stayed silent. Oh how she wanted to let forth a gasp, a moan, a gentle sigh, anything, this torture was unbearable, but she remained 'sleeping' on the bed. Until something slid underneath the covers, gently wrapping around her hoof.
Luna wondered, fearfully for a moment, what in Equestria it was. It felt soft like silk, pliable too, yet it strongly wrapped around her hoof, much like the sinewy web of a spider. She felt the figure above her moving, moving downwards. The thing rose up, taking the covers with it, and Luna realized it was the figure's tail.
She was cold, exposed before her lover's gaze, and her cheeks colored the deepest cherry. The figure laughed. A beautiful, hypnotic laugh. A gentle lullaby as she resumed her place above the Princess, resting her full form onto her. Powerful muscles came into contact with silky coat, and the Princess sighed. The figure knew she was awake now, and wasted no time.
A gentle tongue caressed a path up Luna's cheek, followed by a trail of lips, soon kissing at the corner's of the Princess's lips. Luna bit her lip in anticipation, but received no kiss on her lips, nor relief. The figure instead trailed up to her ear, gently biting it with her fangs, causing Luna to shudder a little it. The whisper that came next, more so.
"If you want it, then you must show me, my Princess" she whispered so softly as the kisses trailed back down her cheek, that Luna had to strain to hear them. Indeed, she could barely think coherently as the kisses returned to the corner of her lips. Luna groaned, her wings still stiff behind her as she turned her head and rose it, planting a kiss on those strong lips above her, and immediately running a tongue over the fangs, moaning gently as she did.
The figure above her sighed, domineering forked tongue sliding out of the figure's mouth and wrapping around Luna's, forcing it back into her own mouth and making Luna moan all the louder. Of course the figure's hooves had not been idle in this time, they had worked around Luna's back, and were teasingly stroking the joint between wings. The figure pulled her up as she kissed her, so they were both sitting on the silken sheets, sharing a kiss of timeless passion, bathed in rays of whitened moonlight.
The figures hooves slid up Luna's wings now, causing her to gasp and flutter them excitedly. The figure giggled, her fangs scraping Luna's bottom lip as the hooves massaged her wings, the holes in the structure of the hooves catching individual feathers and drawing breaths and moans from Luna's lips.
The figure above her chuckles into the kiss and one of her hooves abandoning the wing to travel up her back. Luna's own hooves wrapped around the figure's neck. A small inconvenience for the advancing hoof up Luna's back, but not a problem. The hoof instead goes to the back of Luna's head, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
Luna let out a soft murmur of appreciation at this. The hoof abandoned her neck and slid into the young Princess's mane, sliding through the silky strands and pulling on them slightly. Luna once again sighed at this as the figure's hoof slid further into her mane and pulled Luna's head even closer. Luna's hooves were stroking the figure's neck
