Nightmare Honeymoon

As you and the freshly pregnant thestral known as Persophonea travelled the cloudy path towards Luna’s foreboding palace, the two of you passed through a beautiful cosmic sight. You gasped as you beheld a cascade of large and glittering bubbles, each one holding the dream of one of Equestria’s slumbering stallions or mares. Thestrals flew high above you with nets and clipboards, managing the flow of the bubbles and ensuring a peaceful rest for all.

Though calming and refreshing, the scenes you saw in the nearby bubbles were far from innocent. As enthusiastic as you’d found Ponyville’s adventurous mares (in your bachelor days, of course!) it seemed that the creatures of Equestria became truly unrestrained when night fell and sleep descended. You were not the only one of Luna’s subjects who enjoyed dirty dreams, and tiny winks of pink flesh visible between the hind legs of the attending thestrals showed that even these experienced mares were not immune to the arousing sights found within these magical spheres...

As you watched, Amethyst Star lay back in a lounge chair, inspecting a line of chained and hoofcuffed earth pony studs from behind a pair of stylish sunglasses. Mr. Cake frantically worked his hips, pumping his dick in and out of the zebra stallion who was fucking his wife. Cheerilee went down on her former student Pipsqueak. Princess Cadance threw her head back with pleasure as Shining Armour and King Sombra forced huge horsecocks into her pussy simultaneously, racing to be the first one to cum inside and impregnate her. Derpy Hooves gently nibbled on a chocolate chip muffin. Lyra rammed her futa cock balls deep up Bon Bon’s pussy, only to find a second Bon Bon stepping up, gripping her horn, and stuffing her throat with an even larger helping of dickmare meat. Pinkie Pie sprayed a fountain of whipped cream out of her ass and into a tower of champagne glasses, as her friends applauded and licked their lips.

Your head constantly turned by these spicy vignettes, you slowly followed Persephonea over a wooden drawbridge, up a golden stair and through a heavily guarded door made of cloudy, glittering smoke. At last you arrived at a sight seen by few mortals indeed: the grand throne room of Luna, the Princess of Dreams. Here, the fierce alicorn who’d bullied you into marrying the CMCs sat in glory upon her throne of stars, surrounded by her thestral attendants... gorgeous, regal, incredibly stacked attendants, you couldn’t help noticing! It seemed the minimum requirements for a position in this court were a pair of F-cup crotchteats, and a plot to match!

You silently bowed before the ruler of the night, and Luna commanded you to rise with a casual wave of a hoof. “Again we meet, human,” she stated with dignity. “Such a shame, thy new wives cannot satiate you. How boldly thou strayeth, pleasuring other mares on thy very wedding night!”

“W-wait...” you stammered, suddenly confused by the laws of Luna’s realm. “Don’t I have to breed you before you’ll talk to me?” The entire court burst into laughter at your innocent question, and the thestral you’d impregnated snickered behind a hoof.

“Really, Captain Persephonea?” Luna demanded with a roll of her eyes. “That old gag?”

“I assure you, your highness, I never gag,” the thestral mother-to-be stated smoothly.

“Ugh, human!” Luna’s burning eyes turned now to you. “Why wouldst I make such a silly law? The very idea is ludicrous! Thou truly believeth whatever anypony telleth thou, doth thou not?”

“Erm...” you shamefully scratched the back of your neck, feeling quite awkward. “I wouldn’t say I believeth anything...”

“Tis a shame that the word ‘gullible’ cannot be found in the royal dictionary, as thy portrait would be quite fitting alongside its definition!”

“Really?” Your smile brightened, as you were always happy to help. “That’s weird, but ‘gullible’ means—”

Luna facehoofed. “And fortunate indeed, that a foal’s intelligence is inherited from the mother’s side!”

“Huh?”

Luna sniffed haughtily. “Since thy promiscuous member hath already seeded my Captain with nary a second thought, perhaps thou wouldst be so good as to grant your Princess the same privilege.” The glamorous mare descended her throne, trotted towards you and nuzzled your bare chest, taking in your scent with a sigh of pleasure that quickly melted her icy expression.

“R-really? Me?” you asked, cuddling the ancient princess, letting your hands move over her warm and sensuous body. “But you’re so beautiful, and overbearing, you must surely have a dozen Princes ready to breed you whenever you want.”

“Neigh, human, I rule the night alone, without consort or heir.” As you gently stroked Luna’s warm barrel and back, a crystal tear descended down her shapely cheek and she began to unburden her sad story upon you. “As the Princess of Dreams, my womb is destined to lay barren until I meet the stallion of my dreams. For 1,000 years I have gazed up at the moon... or rather, down at its surface... wondering where he might be.

“Since my return to Equestria, I have called upon the land’s greatest studs to grant me a foal... all to no avail.” Dream bubbles drifted past Luna’s starry mane as she reminisced about her recent conquests. As they passed by, you saw one dreamboat of a stallion after another, each of them reliving the highlight of his life: that precious moment when the ruler of the night hungrily returned his proffered kiss.

Earth ponies, unicorns, crystal ponies and pegasi could be seen among the crowd: stallions of all types, from delicate royals to rugged labourers. Each was handsome in his own way, each one deeply passionate and determined to win Luna’s heart. Your own heart began to sink, as seemingly hundreds of failed suitors floated by. How could you possibly succeed, where so many stallions had fallen short?

Luna scowled as a final bubble of bittersweet memory drifted past her eyes, showing her younger self throwing her head back and moaning as she sprawled upon a bed of finest crystal. The sweaty visage of Prince Shining Armour could be seen, thrusting mightily into her from behind. In the background a certain pink alicorn could be glimpsed, looking on with a wide smile and excited eyes.

“Even the legendary Prince of the Crystal Empire did fail to subdue my eggs,” Luna admitted. “Though Cadance continuously asketh me if she can watch him ‘try again.’” Slowly, yet inevitably, the alicorn’s wings began to stiffen and unfold beneath your gentle strokes. “It giveth one pause... mayhap my lover is destined to be no stallion at all, but a sturdy male of another world. Wilt thou woo me, silly and trusting human — and, if I find thee worthy, breed me?”

“D-do I have a choice?” you asked tentatively.

Luna snorted and shook her head. “Neigh, thou hath none. I know not why I asked.” Before you could respond, you felt the pressure of her lips, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth as her kiss marked you for her own.

“Oh, Luna...” you moaned, despite yourself, as your lips parted and eagerly met with hers. When dating ponies, you’d always taken the lead, prizing yourself on recognizing that perfect moment when a curious gaze should be met with a mare’s first inter-species kiss. Luna cast away such notions of male dominance in an instant. With royal might, she conquered you as effortlessly as a momentarily bored MILF seducing her virgin paperboy. Your horny young wives were invincible in bed, but when it came to the stuff of romance, the CMCs still had much to learn — and Luna would be the perfect one to teach them!

Your heart began to pound with excitement, and you pushed your tongue into Luna’s wet mouth, only to find her passion denied you as she pulled away. You pouted brattily, and Luna smiled at such a welcome display of desire and neediness.

“Well done, human,” she assured. “Thou hath passed thy first trial: Ye Olde Test of Love. It gladdens my heart that thou returneth my affections — yet from here onward, the road will become ever rockier for thee!”

“Erm, m-maybe you should find another guy, then...” you stammered. Now that your lips were no longer tingling from the kiss of a lovely princess, the true reality of your situation was beginning to sink in. Being Luna’s royal stud would surely eat into your free time. After all, you already had 3 insatiable wives, and now a thestral to support as well!

“Tis too late!” Luna roared. “My ardour hath aroused! My hind lips drool for thy girthy fuckspire!” The dramatic princess practically swooned before you. “Yet as much as I long to be fulfilled by thy foalmaker, we must not mate... not yet!”

“Oh, not yet?” You sighed with relief. “Well, how does next Thursday sound—”

“Not until thou passeth... YE OLDE TEST OF BLOOD!”

“W-wait, blood?” you squeaked, practically blown off your feet by Luna’s Royal Canterlot Voice.

“Nom!” screeched the tiny bat-mare known as Persephonea. Your onetime conquest leapt upon your shoulders, hugging you tenderly with her front hooves, and bit at your neck. With the lightest scratch of her sharp, pointed teeth you felt an ancient venom enter your body, filling you with a strange and potent sexual energy.

“Owww!” you complained, even as your dick erected instantly, slapping against your chest like a stallion’s and expanding to an unheard of length and stiffness. In that moment you were ready to BREED! Forget these tests of love, these sappy kisses! You were ready to barge into a royal banquet, thrust into Luna and inseminate her with a single pump from your mighty balls — then pull out and impregnate Celestia, Twilight Sparkle, and Cadance with the dregs of that selfsame load! (And Shining Armour as well, if he didn’t get out of the way!)

“Aaaarghhh, it HURTS!” you screamed as a heavy pulse of precum jetted forth from your straining cock, nearly reaching the moon overhead. “I need to FUCK!”

Luna batted at your swollen member with a hoof like a cat with a toy, ignoring your agony. “Hrm, his blood floweth well indeed. A passing grade, it seemeth to me. And how doth he taste?” she inquired of her servant.

Persephonea licked her lips, flicking tiny droplets of your blood from her fangs. “He hath the savour of most delicious lust, your majesty,” she moaned. “Somepony pleasures him in the waking world, even as he visits us in dream.”

“Tis well,” Luna nodded wisely. “No doubt he is tended by those harlots three, whom he blessed with foal in the holiest hour of our Nightmare Night.”

“Hey, those are my wives you’re talking about!” you protested, your need to defend the CMCs barely overcoming your erotic pain.

“Thy slutty spouses and their oversized plots are no longer thy concern,” Luna scoffed. “Now thou art gifted with thy chance to breed a truly worthy mare.” Luna turned and positioned her hindquarters beneath your eagerly grasping hands. “Be warned that a failure to conceive will be punished most harshly.” As she looked back at you sternly, Luna’s fierce grimace became a happy smile. “Yet take heart, human!” she assured. “Success shall be rewarded just as harshly!”

Despite Luna’s ever more ominous pronouncements, the thought of relieving the burning in your cock was all you could think of. The punctures in your neck throbbed as you cautiously gripped your rigid dick, guiding it to its target. It felt like your meat was on fire, and the only way to quench it was in the moist valley of pony pussy!

And yet... Luna’s plothole winked at you, as if calling out for attention. It was only earlier this evening that the naughty Scootaloo and the ever horny Apple Bloom had aroused your insatiable hunger for pulsating pony pucker. Now, despite the deep lust you felt for the petite Princess’ cunt, you felt an even greater need to claim her tightest and most forbidden orifice.

It wouldn’t be so bad to jam it in her butt instead... right? you thought to yourself. Even an eternity of torture in the dungeons of the night might be worth it, for a taste of that royal plot. Your hands gently angled your cock upwards, then downwards, hovering between the choice of holes with indecision tearing at your soul. Your bucking dick pumped forth sticky precum, soaking the royal ponut with enough lubricant to ensure a satisfying insertion for both of you. However, the prospect of siring Princess Luna’s foal with superior human seed fluffed your ego like no other. And, yet... dat ass!

It was only with the strictest exercise of will power that you turned your eyes from that exquisitely crafted equine ringpiece, decisively lowered the angle of your meat, and swiftly thrust your cock past Luna’s glistening royal lips, taking your next step on your royal quest and sinking several inches deep into a heavenly pussy indeed.

“Eep!” Luna squeaked as your “stallionhood” abruptly made itself known within her. Her unchosen tailhole clenched with envy and her tiny cunt-tunnel seized upon your girth. “How crude! Thou porketh the royal vajayjay, just like that?”

“Why not?” You whispered, leaning down to take in the dark, mysterious view of Luna’s starry mane as you stroked your meat ever deeper into her feminine cavern. “You need it, I need it... why don’t we just get on to making those babies?”

“Some foreplay would have been nice, human,” Luna grumbled. “Thy pillar is truly brutish and oversized. Unnnf... One wonders how thy wives manage to swallow it without bursting!”

Truthfully, you wondered this yourself! Your lovers’ holes always seemed to expand just enough to pleasurably sink your girth inside. In fact, Luna seemed downright jealous of the CMCs for claiming you before she got to you. Perhaps a bit of teasing might be in order...

“Are you giving up already?” you chuckled as the head of your cock pressed firmly past Luna’s cervix, evaluating your new lover’s womb and preparing to remodel it into a nursery. “Don’t tell me that the Princess of Dreams can’t take what little Scootaloo managed to fit all the way up her butt hole...”

“W-wha?” Luna seemed incredulous. Her barrel shuddered as she gasped, picturing the sight of your anally impaled pegasus wife. Her pucker winked again, this time with aroused sympathy. “That tiny spinner’s fat bottom hath swallowed up this beast?”

You playfully began to toy with the thick, dark ring of flesh that marked the entrance to your cosmic cutie’s “black hole,” anointing the wrinkles with your spilled precum even as you slowly and gently introduced your cock to Luna’s royal womb. Your thrusts picked up speed and depth as you gained new confidence. “That’s right...” you teased, “Do you like thinking about that? My wife’s little orange butt, stuffed full of human cock? Oh, how she squealed... how she came...”

Luna sniffed daintily even as her hind legs stiffened at the thought. “I-I care not how thy lucky flightless chicken of a wife entertaineth herself... merely stud me, good sir, and be on thy way, back to the world of the waking!” Yet her labia quivered around your thrusting shaft of pleasure, and the dribble of liquid from her royal pussy thickened to a near constant stream of mareish arousal, betraying her supposed disinterest.

“Mmm, I’m not so sure,” you teased. “Is Her Highness a naughty girl, just like Scoots? Does my pretty pony princess like it when a guy plays with her plot?” You slowly, teasingly, used your finger to circumnavigate the ridges of Luna’s puffy anus, pressing its tip firmly into that tiny pinprick of a horse pucker.

“M-my plot?” Luna laughed shrilly. As your finger ended its journey by poking deep into that warm chocolate donut, a sudden gush of lotionlike liquid sprayed from the princess’ velvet pussy and dribbled down your pumping shaft. “Hahaha, how droll!” the alicorn scoffed. “What gavest thou such a silly notion? Verily, tis there whence I poopeth! Remove thy unwelcome digit a-at once!”

Something didn’t add up, you mused to yourself as your finger rounded once again the delightful rim of Luna’s pouting, quivering booty. You’d noticed that the stretching, filling and gaping of tender tailholes could be seen in the happy dreams of many of Equestria’s mares — and more than a few stallions! From the gentle touch of a tongue, to the most brutal pounding imaginable, no fantasy seemed more prevalent in the world of dreams than simple butt fun. Surely Luna had seen things much raunchier than a mere pucker-poking, and on a nightly basis! Why was she being so coy? Unless perhaps...

“Oh, such a naughty little princess.” You gave an evil smile as the royal secret was revealed to your perverted mind. “Don’t tell me that your butt is your weak point?”

A fiery, sunset-like blush consumed Luna’s cheeks and swiftly spread down to her shapely neck. “Neigh, tis dirty...” she protested weakly. “Tis wrong and unbecoming...”

“Come on, you can tell daddy,” you urged. “My pony princess loves big cocks up her royal horse-bum, doesn’t she?”

“Waaahhh, tis true, my tragic secret!” Luna wailed, shaking one hoof at the moon above. “Tis my craving, my highest desire! All of those studs... they left me barren because they all bucked my plot! I could help it not... verily, I ordered them to spare my womb, and not one had the balls to disobey! Most eagerly did they forget their breeding duties, and escort my plothole instead to the carnal village of ‘Pound Town!’”

The powerful alicorn hung her head in shame and panted hungrily, even as you plowed a full confession out of her. “Foolish yet kind human, now thou knowest my shame... neigh, my curse, as ruler of the ‘moon.’ All of Equestria seeth me as an eternal buttslut, save only t-thou!” Luna seethed as you impaled her fully upon your prick and began to reward her honesty with a firm, commanding power fucking. “Somehow, thy dumb ass resisted the call of the royal ponut, and thou went straight to the pussy...”

You chuckled as you teasingly slid your cock nearly all the way out, only to slam yourself back into royal cunt, hilting yourself in an instant and filling Luna’s eager womb with the mushroom flare of your cock. “I wouldn’t quite say that I resisted it,” you admitted. You’d never say no to a hot bit of assplay, but given the opportunity for consequence free impregnation, in your mind there was no comparison! There’d be plenty of time for sweaty rump ramming later, once you’d given Luna a precious foal to call her own — your new wives had taught you that!

Luna’s stiff wingboner extended even further as she unfolded her vast wings fully. “Come now, human,” she urged you, “follow me upwards, to the very heights of Equestria! Nothing shall be greater than our passion tonight!”

With great beats of her feathery wings, Luna flew up to approach the very moon, pulling you after her thanks to the solid grip her underused pussy had upon your dick. Clouds scurried beneath your feet as you frantically climbed upwards into the sky, their fluffy softness giving you a sturdy foothold in the night as you noisily banged its ruler.

With screeches like the cries of bats, vast swarms of Luna’s thestrals swooped excitedly around you, only to land upon each others’ backs and form a vast and voyeuristic pyramid. The tower of excited bodies could be seen descending down into the clouds far below, even as the mare at the very top of this pyramid could nearly brush the lunar surface with her wing! Each mare had her eyes eagerly fixed upon her romping ruler: smiling, shouting and waving their hooves, countless legions of Luna’s subjects now acted as cheerleaders for the carnal eclipse they beheld.

“Ooh, you like having an audience, eh?” you whispered to Luna. “Naughty, naughty princess~” You slowed the motion of your hips, showing off your body for the excitedly cheering thestrals. “Why don’t you show all your subjects your cute little O face? Make it nice and believable, and I just might consider breeding you~”

Luna immediately tensed up and panted as you put forth your decadent proposal, each of your slow and deliberate thrusts driving her towards a climax before letting her come back down, ratcheting her pleasure up to an unprecedented peak.

“Human, you ruin me!” she groaned. “My maregasm approacheth on wings of fire! Cummeth alongside, oh worthy mate, and knocketh me up — high above Equestria with my countless minions for witness!”

“You don’t understand, Lulu...” you smirked as you plunged two fingers up that tight and clenching ass as far as they would go. “I’m not one of those quickshot stallions you’ve been fucking. I’m a human, and we have stamina!” With a hard thrust that slapped your balls against Luna’s winking clit, you let yourself loose, and your nighttime pony ride truly began.

“W-wha?” Luna squawked with alarm, sounding more like a startled griffon than the Princess of the Night. “Tis a falsehood! No male can last thus within the folds of an alicorn!”

“I can,” you boasted, ramming your fat meat in and out of the princess’ unprepared body, pushing her closer with every thrust. Her wingboner stretched to an unsurpassed span as she felt your undeniable truth within her: a rock solid human cock which was nowhere near its limit. “I’m not giving you one drop of sperm until you’re broken, and begging, and mine!”

Such words were rashly spoken, yet you felt you could back them up with horny action. After being utterly drained by Persephonea, and pumping loads up Scootaloo’s and Apple Bloom’s butts — not to mention the huge facial you’d jerked across your three wives’ muzzles at the “climax” of your wedding ceremony — the risk of a premature ejaculation at this point was next to nil. You gripped Luna’s cutie marks firmly and pounded her without mercy, determined to show her exactly why Applejack kept paying to have your bed repaired.

“Neigh, it cannot be...” Luna moaned, slowly feeling control slipping away as her needy body betrayed her. Tears of humiliation flowed down her muzzle, becoming shooting stars as they fell through the sky beneath you. “To be bested by this strange ape is a disgrace that shall not be borne! I am strong... I am powerful... I am an alicorn, a Princess, feared for a thousand years, I move the very moon... I AM CUMMING!”

Luna’s body went rigid and her cunt seized upon your meat. A scream escaped her throat — not to mention several litres of royal marecum that fled her body from the other end. Reaching forward, you dared to grip the royal mane, knocking Luna’s diadem askew and firmly holding the princess’s quaking body in place beneath your thrusting hips, as you showed her a pleasure like none she’d ever known.

After endless moments filled with twitching muscles and raw, guttural sounds, Luna gasped and caught her breath in the aftershocks of her ecstasy. “So many mares dreamed of this conquering cock...” she marvelled, “yet I thought it was mere exaggeration! Truly, thou art a male beyond compare. Our alicorn foal shall be far more powerful than that little brat, Flurry Heart!”

“Pretty words, but are you broken yet?” you asked Luna with a snarl. Curling your fingers, you yanked on her starry mane and pulled her head backwards to stare into your flustered face.

“Utterly!” Luna gasped, her wings a shadow over the very moon. “Human, I beseech thee! Shower my womb with seed, and end this blissful torment!”

“Are you begging?”

“I beseech, tis the same thing!” Luna snapped with annoyance. “Looketh it up!”

“Are you mine?” You asked the most important question, your hips blurring as you approached warp fucking speed.

“For a countless age!” Luna pledged. “Now tarry not with our foal! Deny your loving servant no longer!” Luna’s heat and tightness were incredible, but you weren’t ready to pop just yet. You had some “family business” to take care of first.

“If you want me to cum, then you’d better take back what you said about my wives!” you insisted protectively, cramming your full length up Luna’s cocksheath. Even when you were studding a Princess, you knew where your heart was!

“That they art h-harlots?” Luna scoffed even as waves of mare jizz gushed once more from her overwhelmed twat to rain down upon Equestria as a sheen of nighttime dew. “Sluts with fat plots? Tis naught but the truth!”

“Don’t talk like that!” you insisted. “Apple Bloom is beautiful, and Sweetie Belle is kind, and Scootaloo tricked me into breeding her... wait, that’s bad, actually... Anyways, they’re mine, and I love them!” Your heart went out to your three wives, and you found yourself filled with the most wholesome affection, even as you pounded Princess Luna’s cunt into squirting oblivion.

(Meanwhile, in the waking world, the very mares you were mooning over were taking turns upon your unconscious form, stretching their hungry pussies with your girthy meat and naughtily kissing each other even as you snored... truly, a husband’s work is never done!)

“Bah!” Luna spat as the tide of her climax subsided, leaving only the scorching arousal of your continuous thrusts and the steady thump of your nuts slapping her clit. “Tis only through thy own mental feebleness that thou succumbed to their romantic tricks! Those three are naught but babymaking troublemakers! Mares with sinfully gifted bodies, yet with the minds of foolish fillies to be found within! A trio of bimboes unburdened by brains, who pounce upon whichever cock is fool enough to seek refuge in their wombs! Hormone riddled broodmares whose highest wish is a foal on the teat and another in the belly!”

“Then admit that you’re the same!” you demanded, fiercely spanking Luna and burying a thumb up her ass as with wild thrusts of your hips you skewered her upon human prick. “You’re no Princess — you’re nothing but a fat assed slut, desperate for cock! You’re so baby crazy, you’ll beg a foal from any male with a working nutsack!”

“BE THOU CURSED, BUT I ADMIT IT!” Luna bellowed. “ENFOAL ME, HUMAN! THOU HATH SHATTERED MY SOUL UPON THY IMMORTAL ROD! I CANST TAKE NO MORE!”

“You got it, Lulu,” you stated gently as you battered some slack into the tight, clutching marehood. “All you had to do was ask. One royal heir, coming right up!” With one final, powerful thrust, you unleashed your nuts and screamed with brutal satisfaction as you finally fired your pent up load directly into Luna’s womb.

Far from the desperate passion you’d felt within your thestral lover, this was a calculated breeding worthy of an arranged royal marriage. Your sperm rushed into Luna like a flood of life, filling her foal-garden with brutal efficiency and setting about its assigned task. Naturally, the pleasure to be found in this regal cunt was unmatched. Luna’s cervix clenched and her muscles rippled up and down your shaft as she instinctively milked you into her — it was enough to drive another man to madness! Yet your own mind was as clear as a crystalline diamond, unadorned by tender or romantic feelings. You felt nothing but a deep satisfaction, not merely from satisfying the pompous princess, but from breaking her will in full view of the servants who adored her.

You’d made Luna your broodmare, and perhaps even your submissive sex pet, but despite her intoxicating kisses you saw that her heart held no room for true love — not for one such as yourself. Luna needed a foal, and you were here to provide one... no more and no less.

Though you found yourself a mere pawn in Luna’s royal game, you were not without power in this struggle. After all, what ruler had ever been satisfied with a single offspring? What was the saying — “An heir and a spare?” Lulu would have to beg and grovel even harder, you resolved yourself, to earn that second foal from your loins.

All of that would come later. For now, there was an alicorn breeding to see to. As your thrusting became less frantic and your spurts diminished, it seemed that all the night stood still, waiting to see if your liquid barrage had hit its target. Luna’s horn lit up and she began to concentrate fiercely as her entourage of servants looked on eagerly.

“Patience, my thestrals...” she murmured, “a Princess must choose only the very finest among her suitors.” The elegant mare wiggled her hips against your still embedded prick and frowned, seemingly evaluating your sperm one by one. “Hrm... are the genes for common sense entirely absent in this specimen? Such a tragedy... very well, this stout hearted fellow shall do.”

A single twitch convulsed your embedded cock as the very last drop of semen was sucked out of your tip. “Oh, how he squirms!” Luna declared with perverted glee. “Into my egg, thou tiny varlet... tis done! After 1,000 years, thy Princess is with foal!”

“HUZZAH!” Each thestral in the huge pyramid shouted with a single voice, nearly knocking the moon out of its orbit with the echoing cheer of countless happy mares.

With a sigh of satisfaction and a final wink of her clit, Luna disgorged your softening cock, letting all but one lucky sperm cell spill out to drip down her thighs. She turned to you, and your visions of domination crumbled as with another passionate kiss, she effortlessly claimed your heart once more. All thoughts were banished from your mind, save for these: Love Luna. Praise Luna. Serve Luna.

“Well done, oh handsome ape,” her voice soothed and lifted your soul as she stroked your hair with her magic. “Now shalt thou show each and every one of my thestrals the same passion thou hath gifted me. I command thee to spare none the ultimate pleasure, and leave not a single belly among the thousands unwarmed by new life.”

“Of course, my dearest Lulu,” you sighed, your spirits raised to the very heavens by the magical love potion you’d found upon the princess’ shapely lips. “Anything for y—w-wait, all of them?”