A moonclad oak

Chapters

Waxing moon
Full moon
Waning moon

Waxing moon

Author's Note

First dip into MLP fiction, hopefully it's enjoyable. First chapter will be just setup, and the smut the following chapter, with some extra in the final.

Thanks for reading, any constructive feedback is welcome.

Waxing moon

Luna both dreaded and greatly anticipated the coming week, the signs had been building for over a month now and there was no question about it, it was time for her first heat since her return and hopefully the one where she would break her millenia long dry spell, more actually if you considered the years of her darker… episode that was spent isolating herself and consolidating power and then on fighting her sister.

Unlike the normal mares of Equestria who had to endure about three weeks or so of increased lust and lowered inhibitions somewhere in the spring or early summer, either in one long duration or spread into two to three episodes, alicorn heats were irregular both in duration, frequency and intensity. Her sister’s tended to be every fifth year or so coinciding with the solar apex with a month long build up and cooldown with the apex itself being a day where it was the most intense, Cadence’s occurred whenever sufficient love energy built up around her and lasted until she managed to in her own words “consume” it, and her own heats were the most irregular in all categories, most often they occurred during her moons apex every seventh year, but she’s had heats sometimes happen yearly for a decade, to nothing for over twenty years. And the duration and intensity tended to be inversely related, the longer the duration the weaker it was and vice versa, the balanced heats often being the ones occurring during her seven year heats and the weaker longer heats during her yearly ones, and the strongest heats being the ones that lasted for only a few days during the ones that had the longest break.

And considering her last heat was thirty years ago as Nightmare Moon had decided to perform some questionable rituals to enhance her power in preparation to face her sister on her fated return. Which promised that this one would probably be the worst she’s ever suffered.

So for this event she had planned, she had researched, she had employed her most trusted agents, acquired potions, dug up magical artifacts, and even performed one or two borderline dark rituals to make sure that this heat would be the first one since her ascent into alicornhood that was one of only pleasure.

She had also managed to bribe her sister to pull some double shifts for the event in question, one red velvet cake for each day, baked with a personal recipe and ingredients that only she was capable of producing using ancient alchemy and magics. Which meant that in about one week's time she would be relentlessly pounded into her bedding, with only breaks to allow for short restroom visits and to refill their stomachs.

Her chosen paramour for the event was to arrive tomorrow, to start his daily regimen of potions and rituals to ensure he had enough energy and virility to last. By the time her heat would start, he will be reduced to nothing but a studding stallion, slave to his feral instincts to breed, and her the only available mare to sate his needs on.

Oaken Fields stared up at the gates of Canterlot castle, the normally comforting and majestic sight suddenly feeling more like an imposing beast waiting to consume him, his four thestral escorts silently waiting for him to overcome his trepidation and finally enter the castle proper.

It was weird, the castle scared him more than what was to occur inside its wall, but that was probably due to the fact that the Princess, or at least one of her agents bearing her royal seal, had personally contacted him for this exact thing two months ago, and he had more than enough time to prepare for it. Even following the dietary and lifestyle changes was nothing in the face of the honor of being chosen for this task.

He still had a hard time believing that this was going to happen soon, maybe that was why he was so reluctant to take the final step to enter the castle. But with a deep breath he forced his emotions under control and started moving, time to make the family business proud.

Umbral Shade, personal agent to Princess Luna, stared transfixed at Oaken Fields plot and his tantalizingly heavy balls each time his tail moved far enough to reveal the frankly enormous sack, stretched out into smoothness from its fullness. Each step he took showed how fit and strong he was, muscles straining against his skin.

‘Buck, I would have loved to feel those cumtanks pump into me, mmmhmm, look at that flank! Bet I could bounce a sack of bits into the ceiling on it.’

Shade had been the one that approached Oaken Fields, since she had personal… experience so to say, with his family’s business. The Fields were one of the largest and most respected names in the studding business in Equestria, and Oaken was his family’s current pièce de résistance of stallions.

The stallion was big even by earth pony standards, the top of her head barely cresting the height of his back, he was even larger than princess Luna, but at least it left his assets at perfect eye level for her to enjoy while they walked through the castle halls. He was muscularly built, trained to be visually appealing to any hot blooded mare, broad shouldered, and the muscles in his legs rippled with each step he took, angular and masculine jawline framed his handsome face, his fur was a pleasant shade of brown akin to his namesake, and it shone in the lights of the hallway, showing the amount of care he spent on treating it. But despites his well kept looks, he let tufts of fur grow extra long on his fetlocks and chest as well as a more wild style for his mane, which was a dark brown color bordering on black, which gave him a slightly feral look. On his flank his fur was trimmed in such a way to frame and enhance his cutie mark, one row of trees on each side of a field with an acorn halfway embedded into the soil at the center.

All in all, he was a testament to his family’s and his own dedication of their business, pleasing mares and quenching heats. Shade was quite sure that the guardsmares lining the castle hallways were contemplating breaking the bank to afford his services in the future, just like she was doing right now.

Alas her eye candy charge had finally reached his destination, which left her with the task of reporting to the princess before retiring for the night, having to flip her sleep schedule to complete her missions was never fun.

As it was evening, Luna would either be at night court or attend some administrative task, which meant it would probably be an hour or so before she could discreetly inform her princess of her task being complete.

Oaken Fields had followed many strange requests that his clients made, but that came with the price tag that his services commanded, but he could honestly claim that the ones that he read off the list that was in his room, handwritten by Princess Luna, leaned towards the ridiculous. The diet thing was easy to adjust to, mostly cutting out some carbs and switching out some fruits, learning a role and script happened every now and then as well, but apparently each meal was going to be supplemented with at least one potion that would prime his body for what's to come.

He wasn’t allowed contact with any palace staff of the opposite sex, and any interaction he had with the male staff was often a minute affair or so. At first it was lonely, but gradually as each day passed he started feeling agitated and angry towards any other stallion he saw.

On top of that he had been ordered to not wash himself for the last two days, beyond cleaning up any stains or such after each meal. Sure some mares liked a stallion who had built up a bit of stink, but letting his natural odor buildup for so long was an unusual request.

Ever since day four of his isolation he has sported either a semi or a full on boner, the energy in his body refusing to subside, in fact growing tighter and tighter inside of him. And if it wasn’t for the fact that the princess orders forbade him from doing anything to relieve himself he was sure he would have baptized the royal guest quarters with his seed several times already.

She could feel it, tomorrow would be the day her heat started properly. She could already feel her nethers growing wet, her lower lips were winking every now and then, and of course the telltale warming up of her entire body, especially in her core.

She turned her focus towards the mithril case sat upon a pedestal in her room, the item within it was something Nightmare Moon had crafted and enchanted, a pendant of astral silver made to bring out the inner beast within the wearer, as well as some minor mind control and subjugation magic to bend whoever wore it to the dark beings will. Luna had cleansed the artifact of its more dark magic, and replaced it with some minor mental compulsions to encourage more sexual acts. But that combined with the extensive potion and alchemical treatment Oaken was under, would ensure that the only thing he could do was bend her over and treat her like a common whorse.

The mere thought of what was to come had her nethers dampen even further. But with discipline born out of her millenia spanning life, she forced her body under control and made sure to complete as much of her work as possible before she retired from her duties. She refused to let anything come in the way of actual release

She had to double check so that all her preparations was in order as well, each meal had been carefully planned to maximize energy recovery and to replenish fluids and vital nutrients, contraception potions were set aside for the entire week, even if she doubted she would need them considering nopony had succeeded in impregnating her or her sister for their millenias of life and multitude of trysts.

She hadn’t even talked to the stallion, let alone laid her eyes upon him and she had only skimmed the part of the report that was about his appearance, but that was for the benefit of her own sexual fantasy, that of an unknown conquering brute of a warlord subjugating her, the avatar of the night, under his sheer ferocity and carnal might, like the chaotic days before she and her sister united the tribes, where might made right and the winner claimed whatever and whoever they desired. It would be her final farewell to her days of glory, to finally embrace and integrate into the days of true harmony and peace that now ruled Equestria.

Full moon

He was unsure how long he’d been staring at the majestically night themed doors in front of him, everything had been feeling fuzzy in his head and his body was tingling with some sort of magical energy ever since he donned the outfit that his role required, a combination of ragged clothes and primitive armor with metal and bones, and a glimmering amulet to give him a mostly barbaric look, before he was escorted to the hall outside Luna’s chambers.

There was also a sense of vertigo, like the ground was further away than normal, and most things seemed slightly smaller than it used to. As if he was slightly stretched out, or that somepony shrunk everything around him. But all of that felt irrelevant to the intense pressure radiating from his groin, his body demanded release, it was all he had been able to think about the last two days.

Seizing his mental faculties before he somehow forgot why he was even here in the first place, Oaken pulled both doors open before he entered. The first thing he noticed was the lightning in the room, darkness clung to the walls and edges, while the center was illuminated by a pillar of lunar light that came from the ceiling, or the magically starry sky that acted as it.

In the center of the room on top of a two step tall platform, encapsulated by the pillar of light was a giant bed, a circular behemoth of luxurious softness with a multitude of silken pillows spread about on top of it. While hard to make details out of in the darkness, along the walls there was a vast collection of paraphernalia and unique items, a pony sized claw or tooth being the most prominent.

After he closed the doors behind him he took a deep breath to calm himself, upon which his nose and lungs was filled with the a scent of morning dew and something he couldn’t identify, but whatever it was it was like an ambrosia to his senses. His pulse quickened, and his body started tingling. Without prompting his body started to automatically take short powerful breaths, just to get more of that divine scent.

As he turned around he noticed a final thing he missed, or rather pony, princess Luna was standing at the balcony overlooking Canterlot, gaze focused intently on him until he stared back, after which she turned her back to him. Positioned behind her in the night sky was the moon, framing the princess in its ethereal glow. It was the first time in his life that he laid eyes upon one of the princesses directly, and was astounded by how little paintings and photographs made justice to them, or Luna at least. The glimpse he caught of her face imprinted her appearance in his mind. She had a feminine and soft face, with full and sensual lips, a cute button nose, long and striking eyelashes, and her eyes were an enchanting sky teal color that slightly glowed in the dark of the room. She had a lithe and tall build, with a lean musculature visible on her frame, except for her rear and thighs, which had a healthy layer of fat that added to her almost otherworldly beauty.

He didn't know how, but he knew that she was the source of the scent that filled the room, and his mind turned blank as his body moved closer to her, instincts and magic guiding his actions.

Finally he had noticed her, but she appreciated the time it gave her to study and take in his appearance. Umbral Shade had truly done well in selecting a mate for her, Oaken Field was a large and handsome specimen of a stallion, and that was before the pendant had its way with him. Now he was a giant of a stud, towering above her even after she had finally regained her height from when Nightmare Moon returned and was defeated. His coat was a dark brown, darkened even further by the magic of the amulet, and his fur couldn’t even hope to contain or conceal his heavy musculature. Just from the front she could see his body straining to contain his muscular chest as he took deep whiffs of the room, clouds of heated air marked each breath he took. She could see a set of wicked looking fangs everytime his lips pulled slightly back, clearly a result from the amulet that sent a small tingle of excitement and instinctual fear through her body. That combined with his slightly unkempt look and outfit made him an almost spitting image of her sexual fantasy.

Reluctantly and against her nethers desires, she turned her back to him and looked into her moon, basking in its light for just a second. Time for her to act her role, despite how much her loins screamed at her to just pounce on him and claim as much pleasures from him as possible.

“Thou might have vanquished my armies brute, and thine armies pillage my land, but if thou think that I will submit then prepare to be disappointed. My people still live, and as long as they shall, thou will find me unbreakable to any barbaric action of thine part. Do your worst for I will neither break nor bend.”

She could word by word recite his response, she had written it after all, but she yearned to hear what her chosen paramour might sound like.

But instead of a deep baritone voice that would rumble her core, or a smooth dulcet tone that could caress her ears that she expected to hear, or a gravely and rough one that she hoped for. All she heard was the steady sound of his hoofsteps and heavy snort like breathing.

She started to turn around to chastise him for not following the script, professional stud her majestic behind. But before she could do more than turn her head just slightly, he made a grunt of exertion and suddenly his front legs landed on to her shoulders, just beyond the joints of her wings, and locked her in place, his prodigious build enhanced by the amulet making the weight placed on her problematic if it wasn’t for her alicorn strength.

And before she could throw him off her or ask him what he was doing, a rock hard and almost searingly warm length slapped into her underside with a mighty thwack, and in panic she looked beneath her. What met her eyes was the intimidating sight of the largest cock she had ever seen, for it wasn’t a penis, a dick, or whatever term her ponies had invented in her absence, its length and girth commanded such an aura of stallioness, it was a fully capitalized C-O-C-K. It reached just beyond the halfway point of her barrel, and it was wider than her own hoof by a large margin. A foreboding black pillar of virility. The rational part of her panicked at the sight, but it was drowned out by her estrus-addled mind filling her head with the possibilities and pleasures that she was about to be subjected to.

It was a struggle, but she managed to wrest her eyes away from his tool, and raise her head to try to look into his eyes. And what she saw explained his actions, his eyes were glazed over, he was in a pure feral state influenced by the potions she had him consume and the magic of the amulet.

Whatever possible plan of action she could formulate was interrupted by his length being pulled back as the pressure on her back shifted slightly. As he pulled back, his cock pushed up against her clit, shocking her mind with pleasures as her body froze at the contact. It was only when his length had been pulled back completely that she could wrest control back, but by that point the low burning flame in her nethers had fully ignited and whatever complaints or magics she had planned to summon were stopped by the demands of her body. And besides, would it be so bad? To be subject to the whims of a feral stallion? Would it be so different compared to her fantasy? With a lick of her lips, Luna decided to enjoy what was to come instead of fighting against it.

Besides, any possibility to stop what was to happen disappeared with the sensation of his broad flat tip pushing against her nether lips, its sheer girth preventing penetration despite her arousal and alicorn biology. But the stallion either didn’t care or notice and he pressed on, she let out an unabashed moan when a growing pressure from his turgid cock started ramping up against the lips of her pussy, stretching them wider and wider, but her lower lips still failed to envelop his prodigious size. But the male mounted atop her refused to stop, the grip his two front legs had on her tightened to the point of discomfort before he started pulling her body against his own. The pleasure his searing heat and pressure provided against her entrance started to shift into a discomfort, as she was stretched to her limit but yet her body still refused him entrance.

In desperate need for release, Luna did the first thing that came to mind, she used her magic to take grip of the top part of his length, and compressed the flesh, her magic almost failed to make a significant difference, the stallions steel hard flesh fighting against any attempts to control it. But it was enough for the head of his cock to penetrate into her, as her slit finally accepted his girth, she lost all control of her magic as just the pleasure from the first penetration was enough to send her into her first orgasm.

But the stallion cared not for her pleasure or comfort and continued, and as her body had finally accepted his intrusion there was little it could do to stop him from sheathing as much of his length as he could in one stroke. And with a braying whinny into Canterlot skyline through the open balcony door, Oaken Field pulled Luna all the way down to his medial ring, its extra girth barricading him from fully hilting her. For an average stallion, such penetration would be sufficient to bottom out an average mare, for Luna it would have been shy of two thirds, but for Oaken Field in his current state it was more than enough to punch against her cervix and squash against her womb with more yet to give.

Her spasming walls seized, her body locked in place, and her mind blanked out as she let out a breathless scream from the combined pleasure and pain of his forceful penetration spiking through her body.

She couldn’t tell how long it took for her mind to recover from the shock, all she knew was that it came back to her as another orgasm rocked her core, as the wild stallion above was pounding into her with a furious pace, whatever complaints she had formulated in her head disappearing from the onslaught of pleasure his brutish actions caused her. Subject to whatever whims caught his feral mind, she started focusing on the titanic cock pistoning in and out of her. Any discomfort and pain she felt from his girth stretching her to her limit and even slightly beyond was drowned out by sparks of pure bliss flooding every crevice of her body and mind, the searing warmth of his tool paradoxically cooled her core, every heartbeat made it pulsate just enough in girth to provide pleasure even when still, by tartarus the mapping of the veins along the surface of his length was probably imprinted on her soul.

“Mo-ah, more! Your Princess oh-order you to pound her hA-harder!” She was unsure if he truly registered her words, but at least her words had some effect as Oaken started ramping up his speed and power to an almost overwhelming assault. Her mind was now under siege by his unceasing bombardment of pleasure.

Oaken didn’t keep to a rhythm, or if he did Luna couldn’t follow it, pure bestial instinct driving his actions. Her legs felt like jelly, every impact from him drove the breath out of her, and she could swear that she saw her moon in the night sky wobble just the slightest bit, but all of that didn’t matter compared to the pleasure he subjected her to. She tried reciprocating, for let it not be said that Princess Luna was a selfish lover, but her multiple orgasms left her little power over her pelvic muscles, and every attempt ended up with a short moment of controlled milking before another climax struck and her muscles started fluttering around his length.

Just as her latest orgasm finished washing through her, Oaken started slowing down. Fast and short strokes were replaced with long and heavy slams, each one making her see stars for just a moment and driving involuntary moans and gasps from her. And then suddenly they stopped, Oaken stopped with just the head of his length inside her, she started tilting her head to see why he stopped. But just as his giant frame appeared in her periphery, he bit down on her mane near the top of her head and pulled her up, at the same time as he slammed down into her once more as deep as he could reach. Her rear and neck was forced upwards while her body was forced down into an arch, managing to add even further pressure into her.

Oaken remained within her, trying to push deeper into her despite her body’s resistance. And then finally the head of his cock flared, stretching her out even further, at the same time as his girth expanded just a bit more as his orgasm finally arrived. The first wave of semen surged into her like a tidal wave, filling every nook and cranny that was left, the warmth of his cum serving as a cool balm to her intense heat. The second wave arrived just moments after and packed into her to the point of discomfort even if it brought her into the next climax, his flared head not allowing anything to escape back and out of her. The third wave, diminished compared to his first two, was sizable enough that the pressure had only one way to go, her cervix dilated just slightly, and like a breached dam her womb was flooded by his thick virile cum. The intense pleasure that flooded her brain made her lose control of her body, a sludge of hormones and pleasure clouding her mind while her most inner sanctum was forced to endure the rest of his orgasm. She was insensate to the feeling of her body stretching out to accommodate his heavy payload, ballooning out her abdomen slightly.

It took four additional waves of cum before his outpour ceased and his flared head started shrinking, at which point the majority of his essence outside of her womb slipped past his girth and started oozing out of her nethers.

Yet his dick remained hard, and before she could muster anything other than a wantonly moan, he started to once again jackhammer into her. Her numerous previous orgasms left her too sensitive to do anything but endure, to try to resist being overwhelmed.

“No-nnngh-noooo! Plesh Oa-mmh-oaken, haaa-alt. Thou art ahhh, breaking me!” Her words were slurred and she could barely get them out between each thrust, but she had to try to make him stop, before something in her head broke. But the only audible response the feral beast on top of her made was a few guttural snorts, she couldn’t interpret if he was even able to acknowledge what she was saying.

In desperation she tried grabbing his body with her magic, in hope to pull him off her, or at the least slow him down, to give his mind just a bit of reprieve from his ministrations. But the amulet gave him just enough resistance that her magical grip failed to get traction before another climax struck her and her mind blanked for just a moment, and her magic slipped away from her.

The stallion, sensing resistance from the mare beneath him, went even further on the offensive, tightening his grip more and increasing his pace by as much as he could. The high paced symphony of their mating hastening into a blend of liquids, flesh on flesh, heavy breathing, and Luna’s wails of pleasures.

She was sure the fervent assault lasted only at most two minutes, but it was enough to make her body go slack from the overstimulation, the only thing keeping her standing was her legs locking up by instinct, and his steady hold on her. But Oaken’s recent climax had left him vulnerable as well, and already she could feel the telltale sign of his next orgasm.

So with the last bit of her mental reserves, she gathered her magic to teleport to the other side of the room, just before his last thrust. And as she pulled back once last time, the telltale flaring of his head marking his imminent climax, she in turn flared her magic and focused on the mental image of reorienting herself and moving herself through the aether.

But she failed to complete her casting before he, like last time, made a final deep stroke before he orgasmed. Which resulted in her spell only partially working, in a flash of light she disappeared briefly, and as she reappeared her vision was filled by his imposing frame in front and above of her as she ended up on the floor beneath the frontend of his barrel. Without her as a support, his front legs hit the ground with a heavy slam, at the same time as her own legs gave up with him no longer holding her up and she fell forward. As they landed, Oaken came for the second time, ooze-like cum flying out from his massive flaring head, the majority of which landed on Luna, covering her back in white with the first two spurts. The next three gradually started covering her neck and mane, and finally her face was bathed in his essence. The final few waves oozing out languidly and landing on the floor in front of her.

With her eyes closed to avoid being blinded, the only thing she could focus on was the scent of his cum filling her nose. It was thick and pungent, it overpowered everything in her mind, and she LOVED it. Despite the load already deposited inside her, her womb inflamed at the virile and masculine aroma dominating her senses, and with a full body shudder her core spasmed and quivered as she climaxed once more.

Without restraint, she threw herself at his slightly flagging length, lapping up as much of his spunk, and incidentally their combined juices covering him, before more could hit the ground. The smell of his cum didn’t even compare to anything like the taste, the slight bitterness accompanied with the saltiness, and just a hint of her own sweet juices, wouldn’t normally be that tasty, but to her estrus addled mind it was like ambrosia itself, it clung to her mouth and throat like syrup and the aftertaste lingered far longer than it should have, she needed more and would do whatever to bring more of that divine tasting liquid out. A pleased groan came from above her, the deep rumbling noise sending a wave of satisfaction through her.

In between her caresses, she scooped up the globs of semen covering her body with her magic and drank it down like a mare dying of thirst, not guided by a conscious decision, just her lust and cumdrunk mind driving her by instinct. She traversed his length from head to bottom, leaving a trail of shining spit on one side of it. So focused on her task she didn’t even notice that she reached his sheath until her head came into contact with his heavy sack, and as her sight turned to his she was exposed to its full glory for the first time: Two heavy orbs strained against the skin trying to constrain his virility, each one almost the size of her head, pulsating to some unheard rhythm to replenish his spent loads as fast as possible. They shined from his sweat which combined with the warmth radiating from his sack, almost had his junk steaming in the chilly night air.

If the smell from his cum had her body inflamed, the combined might of his pheromones and the thick musky scent coming from the base of his groin had her mind and body entranced. Once more her body moved on its own, and buried her nose into his sack, upon which she greedily started to inhale his scent even deeper at the same time as her tongue started bathing his large testes. Despite being the one administrating the pleasure, she could feel her own climax building just from his musk and taste addling her mind, she couldn’t tell how long she spent down there, she just knows that after numerous groans and moans, from both of them, that her sex seized on itself and spasmed into another climax. At which she finally managed to remove herself from his sack and took a breath of slightly less musky air. She stared mesmerized at his now spit shined nuts, before being distracted by the sound of liquid hitting the floor behind her, with a reluctance she glanced behind her to see thick globules of precum dripping from his tip. She looked back and forth between the next drop that was slowly growing and his nuts, and just before the drop could leave his tip and fall, she dove forth and engulfed the tip. Or at least she tried to, his girth proving to be an obstacle that she struggled to overcome, so with little choice she covered his gushing slit and started enjoying Oaken’s own essence straight out of the tap.

Luna spent a few minutes gulping down Oaken’s gradually increasing output, before she once again compressed the flesh of his cock with her magic, which resulted in a loud whinny and a frustrated stomp that cracked the tile under his hoof, and with a final heave managed to finally stuff his length inside her mouth, albeit only his tip. And with how her lips strained against his girth it left her stomach as the only way for his precum to go, and she relaxed slightly and basked in the pleasure echoing through her body as well as the luxurious taste flowing over her tongue.

Her lack of actions didn’t go unnoticed and Oaken jerked his hips forward in frustration, and despite the tight seal she formed against his girth, he managed to cram enough of himself into her maw that he hit the back of her throat.

Startled by his actions, she put both of her front hooves against his underbarrel and started pushing him away. Just as the pressure against the back of her mouth started lessening, Oaken once more pushed forward, accompanied by two heavy stomps into the already cracked tile and a dangerous sounding growl. The warning clear, Luna lowered her hooves, and enjoyed the pleasant tingles the hint of danger sent through her body, but even after ceasing her attempt at stopping him, Oaken continued pushing forward against her until his tip was flush against the back of her throat once more. Without bidding her hooves rose up to the sides of his length and started stroking him whilst trying her best to simulate him with the little freedom her tongue was allowed within her mouth currently.

She only managed to spend a minute or so worshiping the head of his cock before her efforts were deemed inadequate and Oaken decided to extract out more from her, one of his large and heavy hooves pressed against the back of her head and started pushing her forward.

The sudden ramping of pressure against her throat had her gagging and eyes watering, but with her head stuck in place and Oaken's hips slowly pushing forward there was only one possible outcome, just as the pressure was becoming agonizing her throat somehow accepted his cock into its depths. Ever so slowly his length was gradually venturing further and further into her, the bulging of her throat marking his progress.

Before her impromptu fellatio, she was a short of breath and panting, with only the head of his dick in her mouth, the little musk filled air she managed to breathe in left her heady in mind and overwhelmed with arousal, but with his enormous girth lodged well and deep inside her throat, she could barely breathe at all and whatever air that managed to slip past Oaken’s girth was filled so much with his taste that she might as well have breathed in his pheromones directly instead.

In desperation she started struggling against the stallion's hold, but not even her alicorn strength could compare to the magically and alchemically enhanced beast that Oaken was. She couldn’t even halt his advance down her throat, the tip of his length almost reaching her stomach, more than half his length lodged inside of her. She could feel her lungs protesting at the lack of oxygen, but despite the panic flooding her mind another orgasm rocked through her once more, making her body go slack for just a moment and allowing Oaken to thrust one more time, until his medial ring hit her lips and he could press no further.

Luna’s vision was starting to darken from the lack of air, but yet her body continued to convulse from the pleasure combined with the desperate need to breathe, to survive. And as her eyes started rolling up and her vision blacked out completely, Oaken’s head flared up once more and a flood of thick and heavy cum surged through his length and was deposited directly into her stomach. And despite the fact that it was his third climax in less than an hour, it was still enough to bloat out her midriff noticeably, her hoofs cradling her expanding guts as her mind blanked.

Even with her body going slack, the stallions length inside her kept her vertical, but as he started retracting his length from her throat, her body followed slightly and started sagging towards the ground gradually. Until finally the tip of his cock was freed from her mouth followed by a slight trail of syrupy semen. For a moment the only noise was the stallions heavy panting, before the mare beneath him suddenly gasped a raspy breath and then started coughing and heaving, each one followed by a small expulsion of cum that her stomach was incapable of containing,

It was well over a minute before Luna managed to get her breath and mind back under control, her throat on fire and her core spasming from a continuous climax. But before she could even gather her wits about what to do next, the stallion above her once more seized the initiative from her and forced her up on shaky legs and guided her towards her bed. She stumbled into it, her upper half on the bed whilst her lower half hung over the edge with her hind legs on the floor.

Oaken’s two front hooves fell heavily into the mattress on both side of her, and in a panic she turned her body around so she laid on her back and stared with trepidation up at the the giant stallion above her, his length still refusing to flag as it loomed like an unyielding tower in her field of view. Even knowing what was to come, the speed and accuracy with which he placed his cock at her pussy shocked her, and before she could mount any sort of plan or actions he once more penetrated her.

He wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t considerate of her, and the speed and force he reached made his earlier rutting feel like a romantic embrace. But her lust-addled mind was incapable of resisting, unable to mount a protest to the overwhelming pleasure that was accompanied by the slight discomfort his size and speed caused her, and with the remaining sanity she possessed she embraced the monster of a stallion and surrendered to his overwhelming assault.

Waning moon

Oaken Field woke up to a surge of pleasure from his genitals, a wet and velvety vice surrounding the majority of his length, followed by lewd and loud gulps as he climaxed, but despite the pleasure that was slowly turning into sore and painful throbbing he was too exhausted to lift his head and investigate the cause. Instead he opened his eyes and tried to focus through the blaring light that filled his eyes, once he could finally focus he was greeted with the deep night sky, but instead of the static imagery it normally was, he could see stars, nebulas and more that meandered lazily across it. The entrancing sight kept his focus for several minutes, but ultimately his exhausted mind and body required a solution, and only now realizing how thirsty and hungry he was he knew he had to do something, and so with a groan of effort he lifted his head to inspect his lower body.

His normally pristine coat looked like it had gone through months of neglect, stains all over it and tufts of matted hair and clumps scattered all over him, but it also was several shades darker than he was used to. But that was an insignificant matter compared to the princess attached to his dick, her mouth engulfing the head of his cock as her magic caressed his balls and her tongue practically made out with his urethra. If Oaken looked bad, the princess looked like a catastrophe, her normally animated mane and tail laid flat and frazzled against the bed, the stars and night sky inside them replaced by a dark blue splattered with dried white and clear stains, her entire body was covered in even more stains and her wings looked glue shut from the amount of dried semen covering them, her lithe figured was replaced by a gravid looking abdomen jutting out from under her. But despite all this and the heavy bags under her eyes, she looked into his eyes with pure adoration and lust, the sight sent untold foggy memories crashing through his mind, memories of how he mounted her, rutted her, defiled her, subjugated her to untold amount of degrading acts, how he again and again tried desperately to breed her, to claim her.

Just as he was about to start to speak, Luna reluctantly extracted herself from his cock and spoke up. “Good morrow my paramour. I see that reason has returned to your mind” Her voice was a combination of husky, raspy and dry, like she had screamed for hours without rest or water, but enjoyed every minute of it.

Shakily he gestured towards her body before speaking, “h-how long was I out?” his own voice was almost as raspy as hers and he could feel his throat protesting at the sensation.

Luna looked confused for several seconds before she took a glance down her body and her face shone up in understanding, “Oh! fret not my consort, it’s only been a week, give or take a day, it’s been hard to track,” and then she lightly slapped her stomach, the impact making her protruding belly jiggle gently, “this, this is your bountiful and numerous deposits, not your progeny.” It took him several seconds to process what she said, after which he stared befuddled at her form. His mind boggled at what he thought impossible of what the pony body was capable of.

Luna spoke before he could completely comprehend the sight, “Unless of course, you wanted me bred? Filled with your foals, nothing but a broodmare to your domineering, THICK COCK?” The three last words were accompanied by the princess using her magic to slap his dick against her cheeks.

Despite his exhaustion the sight and words once more had his length rising up in arousal, accompanied by a painful throbbing along his entire dick as well as his balls. And judging by the way Luna reacted, his discomfort was visible. So with a coo and gentle kiss to it, she released his cock and unsteadily rose up, legs wobbling unsteadily from the culminated pleasure and exertion that still filled her body.

“Princess! please yo-”

“Hush Oaken, I don’t think less of you nor do I judge you for your desire to plant your seed in a princess. But I believe we better wash up, lest I want to smell of your essence for the rest of time, no matter how entertaining the notion might be.” Once more an unbidden image filled his head, of the princess performing her duties while covered in his cum, and once more his groin surged with energy and pain.

“...Yes, that would probably be for the best, my princess.”

“Please don’t call me princess, at least when it’s just us two. I get more than enough formalities every night, besides, I think the act we committed these last days warrants us to be on a first name basis.”

“Yes pri- I mean Luna!” And with that he rose almost as unsteadily as Luna, and followed her into the adjoined bathroom, which was a luxuriously sized and decorated room modeled after a natural forest spring, complete with a bubbling pool of heated water.

“My Sister prefers a marble and golden aesthetic, and whilst I love my moon, after a millenia separated from all forms of life, this reminds me of a better time, a simpler time, before the…” Her satisfied smile dipped slightly as she trailed off at the end.

“It’s okay P- Luna, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t feel comfortable doing so, besides there is more to you than just a bad period of your life.”

“Thank you Oaken, it means more to me than you might think. Now I think we both deserve to be pampered, have a seat in the pool and we can get started.”

“As my Luna commands.” It was a gamble, but judging from how she bit her lip, it paid off. Luna might be a princess, but she was still a client and until the time was up she would get the full experience, or as well as he could provide it in his current state.

Just as he settled himself into a comfortable position in the heated water, the princess submerged herself before she nestled into his bulkier frame, after which she released a long sigh.

The next time she spoke up, her voice was calm and relaxed, like years of tension had disappeared. “Thank you Oaken, you can’t understand how much I needed this.”

“I can guess at best, but I was happy to have been of assistance, even if most of it is quite blurry.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as she looked up at him.

“If… if you wish, I could use a restoration spell, and we could have one round of… lovemaking” her voice trailed off and turned meek as she gradually lowered her head into the water, avoiding his gaze.

“What did you say at the end?” He tried sounding as assuring as possible, but his voice was still quite raspy, so he was unsure how well it sounded to her.

“We, I mean, I wondered if tho- you wished to partake in… lovemaking once more if I were to restore your stamina? This time with both of us folly cognizant.” and then she blushed up a storm and sank into the water until only her eyes remained visible.

If it was anyone else, in any other situation, Oaken would have said no. But this was one of the princesses, she had paid disproportionately more than his usual fees, and judging from how meek yet unquestionably adorable she looked, he steeled his will and spoke up. “For my Luna, anything.” And judging by the way her eyes lit up it was the right words to say.

And with sudden force she rose up, a navy hue surrounding her horn, “HUZZAH! Then the copulation shall continue.” and the spell she prepared flowed into him, washing away his aches and fatigue, but he could almost feel how it would claim its toll even later.

Using his newfound energy, Oaken stood up to his full height and stood in front of Luna and gazed deeply into her eyes. Not saying anything, just staring into her cyan pools, just as she broke eye contact, he darted forward, one foreleg around her neck as he locked his lips onto hers for a searing kiss. He didn’t get the opportunity to treat her with his well trained skills, so he would make sure she would get the entire package in just one go.

At first she froze, unsure how to act, but gradually she relaxed into it and joined in. After a few seconds she gradually let his tongue enter her mouth and turn the kiss into a proper makeout, and here her inexperience or rusted skills showed itself as Oaken masterfully controlled the pace and embrace, both with their tongues and bodies as he slowly but steadily teased and moved her around, until they both were almost out of breath, with her back against the rim of the pool, he lowered her backwards until she was supine below him.

He took a second to gaze upon her soaked body, how her fur clung to her body, enhancing every curve she had, her mane which had regained some of its night sky and stars, was splayed out in a semicircle from the tip of her wings, which were completely unfurled and stiff. His gaze slowly wandered downwards from her beautiful face, her subtle but undeniable chest musculature hinting towards her true physical might, further down her still distended abdomen added even further to her unnatural allure. Due to her wet fur, her quite generously sized teats stood starkly out in the steamy air, with two hardened nipples atop her areolas, and just below her lust-soaked lower lips winked wildly in arousal, otherwise they remained tightly sealed despite their previous prolonged session.

Only one thing came to mind, “Beautiful”, after which he once more kissed her, but this time he slowly and sensually caressed her lips with gentle pecks, which he slowly started moving down the side of her face and then her neck, stopping at the junction of her shoulders to gently bite and nibble at, which had her lightly moaning. After a minute or so he once more continued downwards, leaving a trail of kisses and licks until he reached her teats, he prodded and teased them for a few seconds, but Luna seemed to be one of those that didn’t have such sensitive breasts, and so he moved on to the final prize. Her aroma was so strong he feared he would turn feral once more, but whatever magic the amulet still possessed, it wasn’t enough to take control, but it was enough to make his planned teasing into a full on assault, as he dove into her lower lips, which tasted slightly of morning dew, blueberries, and something deep and primal he couldn’t place. At first it was wild movements, but as his senses returned to him after a few seconds he deployed every technique he had to coax her into an orgasm, and from how worked up she already was, it didn’t take long before she was moaning up a storm and screaming out into the spacious bathroom, until a final gentle nibble at her spasming clit had her exploding her juices onto his face.

“mmmhm Oaken, that was amazing, pray tell where did you learn such skills?”

“Experience P- Luna, and a harsh teacher. Besides, I’ve just started, and a Princess, nay, a mare like you deserves to be worshiped.” And he went down on her once more, continuing his oral ministrations fervently.

She made a noise of surprise that gave into a prolonged moan, and it wasn’t long before she was driven into another climax from his skilled tongue, which he prolonged even further with a mix of clitoral stimulation and deep tongue work to reach some of the more common pleasure spots.

It took him a few seconds after to rise up from her nethers, mostly due to her forehooves and thighs pressing him deeper into her core to increase her own pleasure, but he was greeted with her panting and flushed form staring adoringly at him, passion and lust oozing from her.

So with a debonair smile he stepped forward and started kissing his way upward, teasing and licking all the way, until he was once more face to face with the lunar diarch. “You taste almost as amazing as you look Luna, now my beautiful, may I?” And then he gently pushed forward so his tip just prodded at her entrance.

“Y-yes, claim me, take me, make me yours my bel- Oaken.”

With a small nod he pushed into her, her lower lips easily accepting his girth from his earlier warmup and previous days of debauchery. But unlike the other times he was gentle and slow, each centimeter optimized to maximize her pleasure, to fill her not with him physically, but to make sure his devotion to her and her pleasure was communicated equally. Just as he reached as far as he could inside her he went down on his front knees and hugged her barrel tighter, gently kissed her, and moaned out her name into her own mouth. Every trick, every skill, every single technique he knew he employed to make this moment as memorable as possible for the princess.

And despite his normal stamina and skills, it wasn’t long before the previous days exploits caught up to him and he could feel his climax approaching, so reluctantly he disengaged from her lips, “I’m about to cum Luna!”

Almost with a desperate energy, her lower legs pulled him tighter and the other two went around his neck as she spoke up, “Inside, please, breed me!”

The tone in her voice broke the last of his will and he crashed into her one final time and orgasmed, his normal prodigious output reduced to a mere trickle from days of continuous rutting, yet it was enough stimulation to make the mare below him climax as well.

As the rush of pleasure slowly petered out for both of them they just stared deeply into the others eyes, no words or movements, just their panting breaths and the nature like noise of the bathroom filling the air.

The following hours of clean up, meals, rehydration, and conversations flew past them, and finally it was time for Oaken to depart, for a short vacation to recuperate and then to continue with his long list of clients.

Luna gazed from her balcony as the train he boarded finally took off from the station, a deep sigh leaving her. Was she truly that lonely that a stud, a dashingly handsome and caring one but a stud still, was enough to make her swoon? Or was it just the lingering effects of her heat and the untold pleasure he brought her?

She wasn’t sure, but as the sun started to set she steeled her heart. Her heat was over, and Equestria needed its Lunar princess once more.

Author's Note

So a more romantic and sensual lovemaking to top it off. Might follow this story up, depending on general reception and my own muse. Hopefully you all enjoyed it. Thanks for reading it all.