Solace of the Night

When Silent Night woke up, he felt supremely comfortable.

The beginnings of a young night shone through the ceiling window. A pile of friends around him. Their deep, rhythmic breaths calmed his mind and soul. Instinctual memories of times he had never known warmed his senses. A herd resting together. Endless fields of grass. Safety.

If only this moment could have lasted forever. Reality caught up to him before he knew it.

No endless fields of grass – a palace room smelling of sweat and sex.

No herd resting together – friends, yes, but also strange creatures that felt not truly real.

No safety – just him, struggling towards a predictable, unavoidable end.

With a soundless sigh, Silent Night carefully removed himself from the strong hooves wrapped around him. The friends quietly neighed in protest, as his movements disturbed their sleep, not quite rousing them awake.

Hovering to the entrance, the Sarosian turned around once more. He intently watched the pile of stallions lying there. No matter how much he concentrated on them, he could not pierce the veil. There was something about them, still. Something that he could not quite parse.

Even after he had felt them inside himself. Felt their sweat on his back. Felt their breaths on his fur. Felt them flare up and fill him up.

All that, yet they still didn’t feel real. Not in the same way as the other ponies had lost parts of themselves. These friends were… indescribable. Maybe it was as Luna had said, his unconscious mind was hiding something from himself. Even so, the memories of the previous night clung onto him fiercely.

Some part of him wanted to run back to them. Wake them up. Challenge them again. Let them herd him to the cliff once more, see if their powerful thrusts were able to push him over now. Explore each way they could have him - conceivable and inconceivable.

However, somewhere inside he knew this was not the way. That these stallions would not be able to finally let him fall asleep, try as they might. He would need to find his own way.

Sighing again, he quietly left the room and closed the door.

Sinking down against the entrance, he looked down on himself with disinterest.

The fur on his belly and around his groin was entirely saturated with dry, flaky semen. He was sure some of it had gotten in his face, too. Everypony who enjoyed a stallion’s touch knew how much of a pain this was to get rid of.

This was too much. First, a couple of soundless snickers. Then, a fit of uncontrollable silent laughter shook his body heavily.

There he was, alone at the end of the world. Worrying about getting cumstains out of his fur. Ridiculous. Simply ridiculous.

When the laughter died down, Silent Night had to wipe away tears from his eyes.

Tears of sadness or joy? Who knew.

Did it matter? Probably not.

As if this outburst had shaken something loose in his mind, lowered some unseen defenses, a realization dawned on him. He knew what to do now. Something he had avoided for the longest time. Something he was afraid of to his very core.

After the ponies around him had surrendered to Luna’s magic, he had hardened his heart towards them. Sure, he had tried to get some responses from them, rile them up against the ‘invaders’, but he had refused to truly see them. To truly see the ponies behind the masks.

With bitter determination, Silent Night's wings carried him through the familiar streets of Canterlot, each wingbeat felt more difficult than the last. The city, once vibrant and bustling, lay under a blanket of eerie calm. Ponies moved about their routines with their usual vacant expressions, their eyes unfocused and distant.

He found himself outside a modest townhouse, its blue paint faded and peeling. This had been his childhood home. With a deep breath, he pushed open the gate and approached the door. It swung open at his touch, as if welcoming him home one last time.

Inside, the scent of cinnamon and old books enveloped him, a bittersweet reminder of countless family dinners and quiet evenings. In the living room, he found his parents. His father, a once-jovial pegasus, sat motionless in his favorite armchair. His mother, her bat-like wings folded neatly at her sides, stood by the window, gazing out with unseeing eyes.

Mom? Dad?

Silent Night wanted to call to them, so badly.

Registering his presence, they turned towards him, their movements stiff. Their eyes, once full of warmth and love, now stared through him, devoid of recognition.

Fighting back tears, Silent Night approached his father. He placed a hoof on the older stallion's shoulder, remembering the strength and comfort it had offered throughout his life.

Thank you. Thank you for everything.

If only he could tell the old stallion how much he taught him. How much his silly life lessons meant to him. How much he wanted his dad to see him and be proud of him.

He turned to his mother, her ethereal beauty now a pale shadow of what it once was. Silent Night nuzzled her cheek, inhaling her familiar scent.

I love you both. So, so much.

As he stepped back, a memory flashed before his eyes – of laughter-filled family dinners, of his father's booming voice recounting exaggerated tales, of his mother's gentle wing-hugs. The contrast between that vibrant past and the silent, empty present made his heart ache.

He could not take more of it. Seeing them like this, really seeing them, was unbearable. They were just two ponies, out of the uncounted numbers living in Equestria.

How many lives had been wasted?

How many dreams had been washed away?

And this… was mercy?

Still, he could not shake the specter of the wasteland, the desolation. Would these ponies really have brought the end? Would they really have turned the world, through malice or mistake, to lifeless ashes?

Leaving the house, Silent Night made his way to the barracks of the Night Guard. He recounted the first time he had made this journey. First day at work. His granddad had been so proud. Of course, Silent Night had been late and had gone to the wrong building. No need to tell granddad those details though.

Once inside the barracks, he took a moment to breath in the familiar scents, or rather the familiar stink, of the place. The smell of rushing, cleaning, drilling ponies was slightly muted now, but had not – and would likely never – fade entirely.

He found some his fellow Night Guards, their armor gleaming in the dim light. They stood at attention, unmoving, unseeing. Among them was Thunder Wing, his best friend since training.

Silent Night approached him, studying the face he knew as well as his own.

Remember our first night patrol?

He thought, a sad smile playing on his lips.

You were so nervous, you flew into that weather vane.

Of course, there was no response, no flicker of recognition in Thunder Wing's eyes. Yet, as Silent Night spoke, he could almost hear his friend's infectious laughter echoing in his memories.

He moved through the barracks, touching each of his comrades' shoulders, recalling shared missions, inside jokes, and late-night conversations. These ponies had been more than colleagues; they had been his second family.

As he prepared to leave, Silent Night turned back for one last look. In that moment, he saw not the empty shells before him, but the vibrant, brave ponies they had been. He gave a final, shaky salute.

Thank you for your service

… and for your friendship

Stepping back out, Silent Night felt a strange mix of sorrow and peace washing over him. Each farewell was a step towards acceptance, each memory a treasure he would carry with him into whatever came next.

With a deep breath, he spread his wings. There was one more pony he needed to see before he could let go.

Nopony stopped him as he approached the royal chambers. In the times before, this would have been unthinkable. The royal honor guards. Luna’s chosen. Champions of the evening breeze, protectors of the night sky. They only followed him with their empty gazes.

Candlewax and books. Just like in his dream, he trotted up to that black door. Deep Breath. Raising one hoof.

Before he could even touch the door, it was ripped open before him. Suddenly, there she stood.

“I swear to my sister, you Night Guards are the most fanatical, stubborn and perverted ponies in all of Equestria,” Luna’s measured voice could not hide the obvious frustration in these words.

The princess was so different to how she had appeared in his dream. The ethereal mane had been replaced with a regular one of the light blue variety. No unseen winds letting it flow in endless waves, no stars in which one could lose themselves in. Her eyes were not shining with that ghostly white, but her usual turquoise color.

Ignore that she had both horn and wings, and she could’ve almost passed as just a regular, albeit tall mare.

Still, the alluring scents of her room had not been exaggerated in the slightest. They seemed to invite him in. They asked him to relax for just a second…

“… well, I would not have it any other way, truthfully.”

Had she been talking?

Silent Night’s mind snapped back to attention. Ok, princess was in front of him. Two friends (formerly known as invaders) visible in the bedchambers behind her. What had been his plan again?

“So, little soldier, are you just going to stand there or are you coming inside?”, Princess Luna asked, raising her eyebrows.

Right, walking inside. Great start.

With a soft click, her magic closed the door behind him and the princess let out a heavy sigh.

“You must know, I never intended for anypony to have to experience what you did. But working on such a scale, it was truly unavoidable that some ponies would slip through the cracks,” Luna said tiredly, “at least you are one of the last ones. Then it’s back to forever-sleep.”

Just as Silent Night began to wonder about her casual attitude, her features softened, and she fixed him with that look that pierced straight into his soul and softly lifted his chin with her hoof. Her hooves were like cool steel, but at the same time strangely comforting. The unexpected touch sent a tingle through his spine.

“Have you made peace at last, little soldier? Are you finally ready to take that last step? This is your last opportunity to turn around and do whatever you will with the rest of your life.”

Silent Night glanced back to that black door. He recalled the faces of his friends, his family. Of everypony that he had shared paths with. Facing the princess again, he nodded resolutely. He was ready.

His princess closed her eyes and somberly returned his nod. So be it.

As the moment had passed and she opened her eyes again, her demeanor changed in a heartbeat. The grave, meaningful expression was replaced by with a playful smirk.

“Alright, now to the fun part,” she said merrily as she turned to one of the friends and gestured him towards the alicorn sized bed.

The large stallion dutifully followed her command, letting himself fall on the bed, back first. His hind legs were positioned such that his knees were in line with the edge of the bed and his lower legs were dangling lazily in the air.

“Now, don’t you blame me for this, understand? I pulled this out from your fantasies after all,” Princess Luna said almost accusingly, pointing a hoof at Silent Night.

With a shudder, terrible recognition washed over the Night Guard. He knew exactly where this was going.

Feeling both incredibly ashamed and aroused, a flush of deep crimson washed over his face. His member did not waste any time to happily slide out of its sheath.

“So eager, now that’s a good little soldier,” the princess eyed his flank with a devilish smile.

With that, she turned around and moved towards one of her cabinets. For a few seconds, Silent Night was entranced by her flank. Her tail swaying more than necessary, but not quite enough to reveal anything. However, his attention was quickly drawn away towards a different part of her rear.

Her cutiemark wasn’t there.

The famous black splotch on her flank, which should have harbored a white moon, was empty.

After pulling something out of the cabinet with her magic, Princess Luna turned around and followed his gaze towards her empty flank.

“Don’t worry about this, little soldier. After all, the sun and moon must still rise after we have gone to slumber. An insignificant sacrifice, truly,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Now, I’m afraid it might a bit small for you, but you will require this. Believe me,” the princess continued in a suggestive purr.

Peeling his attention away from her majesty’s flank, Silent Night studied the object floating in her magical grip. It was a black choker with a small crystal embedded in its front.

“Allow me,” she said, stepping unnecessarily close to him and carefully sliding the choker around his neck. It really was too tight, cutting into his airflow just a little bit. As soon as the delicate hatch on the back snapped shut, he heard the small crystal humming softly.

Silent Night instantly panicked as suddenly his whole throat felt like it was filled with something. Air. He needed Air. Just as quickly as the feeling had appeared, it vanished again. Desperately gasping for breath, his throat suddenly felt somehow freer than before.

As he turned to one of the many mirrors lining the wall, Silent Night was shocked once more, as he saw his bat-like teeth slowly receding into his mouth, until they looked like those of a regular pony.

“Don’t worry, it’s temporary. And I promise it will be worth it,” Luna said calmingly.

“Not that it really matters at this point…,” she continued, now studying him from the side, “looks like somepony already had a lot of fun recently. Believe it or not, but most ponies freshen up a bit before they enter a princess’s bedchambers.”

Having used up all his shock for the day, Silent Night felt only quiet resignation as he realized that Luna had noticed the stains on his coat.

“Well, it is partly my fault, so consider yourself forgiven,” the princess winked at him and stepped away.

Her attention focused back on the friend who was patiently waiting in the bed. With a quick flash of her horn, she vanished and reappeared on top of the large stallion.

Silent Night stepped around the bed to take in the scene in its full glory. The princess was lying with her back on the friend’s belly. Her head was snugly positioned on his shoulder. Legs spread apart widely; they revealed her glorious crotch.

The drawn in lips and small entrance suggested an unexpected tightness. Wings lazily spread apart; his mistress was biting her lip in anticipation. She was eagerly awaiting his next move.

Shifting his attention to the large stallion underneath his princess, the Night Guard focused on the sheath, which was sticking between Luna’s spread hindlegs, just beneath her crotch. The princess was already shifting her light blue tail back and forth on top of it, tickling the stallion.

Not to be outdone, Silent Night walked up to them and wasted no time nuzzling the sheath. Beckoning out the massive member bit by bit, he was amazed by its incredible size as it just kept growing and growing.

“Go on, my naughty little soldier, try it,” Luna suggested in barely contained excitement, starting to slowly massage herself with her magic. The familiar, musty scent of the stallion mixed with the more exotic fragrances of the princess: flowers, snow, blueberries?

Taking advantage of the fact that the stallion was not yet fully erect, Silent Night opened his mouth as far as he could and guided the head carefully past his teeth. Once inside, the taste was incredible. He could not wait for the first drops to find their way into his mouth.

With great enthusiasm, Silent Night applied his tongue to the rapidly stiffening member in his mouth, massaging it from every angle.

As he pushed the length further in, he expected his gag reflex to set in. It never came. The princess only answered his surprised glance with a satisfied smirk. The choker was truly a marvel.

The Sarosian started bobbing his head back and forwards rhythmically, providing as much stimulation as he could. A satisfied groan from the friend and some approving sighs from the princess were his reward.

Since the member was now at its full size and width, there wasn’t much room to maneuver for his tongue. His jaw muscles were already slowly showing dangerous signs of an oncoming cramp.

Undeterred, Silent Night pushed his head forwards even more. His throat was now stretched to its limit, taking in more and more of the friend’s incredible length. Breathing became difficult. Still, he pushed on.

The medial ring crept past his lips and tickled the insides of his mouth. His throat was trapped between the tight little choker and the stiff member. Tears formed on the edges of his eyes.

“Come on, little soldier, show your princess what you can do,” Luna challenged excitedly, watching him with hungry eyes.

His gaze was fixed at the base of the shaft. There, the alluring opening of Luna’s crotch was waiting for his muzzle, should he be able to push that far.

But first, he needed to breathe. He let the head carefully slip back outside of his throat and into his mouth. To his delight, multiple drops of semen slid onto his tongue and melted away there, exploding their intense, salty taste onto him.

Taking a couple of deep breaths – as deep as was possible with the giant head in his mouth – the Night Guard readied himself again.

In one quick shove, he pushed down his muzzle and let the member slide deep into his throat again. Past the medial ring. Past the choker. He was so close to his prize now.

With one final effort, he made it the rest of the way. Tears were now freely flowing as the length stretched into depths he did not think possible.

However, the reward was priceless. as his nostrils finally made contact with the princess’s now juicy lips. He longed to breathe in her scent, but that was unthinkable in his current situation. Still, the intense smell of her waiting glory was indescribable. Going even one step further, he somehow forced his tongue out in front of his mouth, so that it was softly touching the stallion’s balls, and drinking in his flavor.

A sudden twitch went through the entire member. Far, far down his throat, Silent Night felt a spurt of liquid being pressed inside of him.

“Such a goooood little soldier, working hard to nuzzle his princess,” Luna whispered to him.

Just in this moment, he heard a terrible snap. The immense pressure had exploded the delicate hatch on the choker, and it was ripped away. His gag reflex returned with a vengeance. Without hesitation, Silent Night ripped his head backwards, to let the member exit his mouth. By some miracle, he managed to keep in the contents of his stomach. All that remained was the stallion’s rich taste in his mouth.

Leaning back and breathing heavily, he savored it. Oh, he savored it like he had never savored anything before. The friend did not fill him up with his load, but the small premature bursts were already enough to line his mouth and throat with thick, white, delicious liquid.

Opening his eyes again, the still erect cock was now standing up freely between Princess Luna’s hindlegs.

“Don’t you think it’s time for your princess to have some fun, too?”, Luna purred with anticipation in her voice.

He knew what came next. Luna pushed herself farther back, so that her crotch was now about halfway up the large stallion’s barrel. She also used her front hooves to spread her back legs apart even further, opening herself as much as possible.

Silent Night applied both his hooves to gingerly push the member towards her waiting entrance. She had judged the distance masterfully and the head was now perfectly aligned, softly pressing against her tight lips.

“Go on, push it in!”, Luna commanded with a barely contained moan.

Following her order, he moved his hooves to her hips and slowly started pushing her onto the quivering member. As nothing happened, he increased the pressure. Luna let out a struggling moan, as the head pressed against her entrance more and more fiercely. Her tight lips were struggling to stretch enough to permit it in.

“Come on, just push it in! Do it now!”, anger mixed with ecstasy in Luna’s desperate voice.

Silent Night did not let her stop him from bending down his head, and lovingly kissing the exact spot where the member’s head intersected with her stretched crotch.

“You dirty traitor, I command you to push his cock into me!”, Luna shouted with undiluted desperation.

Increasing his force one more time, Luna’s body finally gave way and let the broad head enter into her with a soft plop. The large stallion gave out a heavy sigh and Luna let her tensed body relax, her eyes rolling back into her head.

The Night Guard watched in awe, as the clearly visible bulge of the head slowly worked its way up Luna’s belly. Again, he bent down his head and applied his lips right onto the bulge, feeling the head’s movements underneath. With a quick spurt, the Sarosian’s own member ejected a few drops of liquid, which quickly made their way down his shaft and tickled him fiercely.

“You know… aaahhh… what comes next… aaaahhhh… little soldier,” Luna managed between soft moans.

Indeed, he did.

Carefully using his wings to make his way onto both of them, Silent Night lowered himself on top of Luna’s belly so that they were facing each other. Their wings softly tickled each other on both sides, leather against feather. Her fur felt infinitely soft and cool.

As his own length was now pushing against Luna, he felt the soft thrusts of the Stallion’s member thrusting through her body. Forwards and backwards. Forwards and backwards. He felt the immense force that must have been pushing against her walls to produce such a prominent bulge, which was now massaging his member from below.

Silent Night could not stop himself from starting to also rock forwards and backwards on top of her. Her fur was rubbing against his shaft in just the right way. He was using his Princess’s fur to please himself. Before he knew it, a familiar pressure started building up within him.

“Oh no, you don’t, naughty little soldier,” Luna hissed with amusement, as her horn lit up.

The Sarosian immediately felt that something was blocking the pleasure from releasing. The spell did not stop it from building up, however. Fearing he would otherwise burst somehow, he reluctantly forced himself to stop his rhythmic movements.

“We are not finished,” Luna continued with a satisfied smirk.

From out of nowhere, Silent Night felt a heavy body taking up position behind him. The second friend had silently walked up and now was standing over all of them, heavy hooves now resting on his shoulders.

Below him, Luna snuck her front hooves up to his checks and spread them. Hard. Without any time to react, he felt the second stallion push the head of his member into his stretched rear.

“Yes, fuck my little soldier, he wants it hard. He needs it hard,” Luna commanded, her hungry expression now turned ravenous.

Following her command without hesitation, the stallion pushed his length into the Night Guard mercilessly. Gone were the careful strokes. Gone was the careful dance between pleasure and pain from the night before.

Silent Night was now being ravaged from the huge stallion behind him. The bed gave angry creaks, protesting against the unrelenting force. The batpony’s walls were stretched to the very limit, feeling like they might give in at any moment.

At the same time, the movement underneath him resumed with new vigor. The stallion behind him huffed in angry groans, and his shaft pressed onto Luna’s belly, with the bulge dancing underneath it. The pressure was building up inside him again with incredible ferocity.

Still, Luna’s magic was blocking his release. Endless moments passed, as the pressure mounted and mounted, increasing ever more. Images of the cliff appeared back in his mind.

Below him, his princess was locking her eyes with his, moaning in pleasure with every movement. Waiting for something. Just as he felt the cock underneath him flare up in the belly of his beloved princess, it became unbearable. It was as if his whole being was pressed against a tiny hole, with ever increasing force.

“Yes… aaaahh… cum for your… aaaahhh… princess, you little… aaaaahhh…. batpony slut. Cum for her and go to… aaaahhhh… sleep,” Luna cried out between moans.

With that, she suddenly released the spell holding him back. In an instant, he felt his body erupt in pleasure. Thick streaks of cum shot out of him, showering the princess below him in his sticky seed.

Blackness.

Now he was falling. He was dropping away from the cliff.

Down. Towards the waiting herd.

In convulsions of pleasure, Luna watched his eyes flare up, and then slowly dim. Never to wake up again.