His Most Prized Possession

His Most Prized Possession

A story by InTheStands

"MLP:FiM" is property of Hasbro and Lauren Faust. I claim nothing except the story.

Princess Luna's moon shone brilliantly over Equestria, the night clear enough to allow every ounce of moonlight to fall across the land. This was certainly the case in Canterlot, despite the lit-up buildings and active street lights. To most, the moonlight was the best of both worlds, bright enough to see without being bright enough to blind anypony.

Especially for ponies about to retire to bed without unnecessarily using other light sources.

In one building, a stallion smiled as he put out the candles that surrounded him. He watched as the yellow glow gave way to the dim moonbeams, allowing the latter to dance across the unusual, one-of-a-kind, and outright odd artifacts on the shelves, walls and tables.

The stallion sported a gray coat, his purple mane braided and hanging down his neck. He removed the small, round hat on his head, and smoothed out the brown coat he wore, making sure to take out whatever he had in his pockets and store them away safely. Finally, he removed his small purple glasses, letting his dark yellow eyes wander freely, without obstruction, at the darkened curio store around him. Seeing that everything was tucked away, locked away, and hidden away, he exited through a curtained doorway and ascended the staircase to his bedroom.

Ordinarily, Knick-Knack would already feel tired by now. But tonight, anticipation and excitement kept him wide awake. The moment had finally come.

Tonight, his most treasured prize was in his possession.

He thought back to how he got a hold of it. The Alicorn Amulet, an artifact that brought great power at great cost, had been returned to him shortly after having sold it. But with the amulet came a second object. An object that, before he knew it, occupied his mind constantly. Quickly, Knick-Knack was able to make up his mind about this object.

He wanted it. He needed it.

And now, with little to no effort, he had it.

He swung open the door at the top of the staircase, the light of his bedroom welcoming him in. Knick-Knack hung up his hat, placed his glasses in his pocket, and hung his coat up as well. All he had on now was his red scarf and white sleeved shirt.

But those would come off soon.

Knick-Knack gazed lazily at the oddities that adorned his bedroom; bits and baubles that he found too special, important, or dangerous to sell. He could see the space he made for the Alicorn Amulet. But, again, his mind was on his prize.

And, turning one more time, he found his prize on his bed, waiting for him. Wanting him.

"There you are," Knick-Knack let his voice soften as he laid eyes on his prize. He removed his scarf, letting it fall on the floor. "I've been waiting all day for this, my love. I hope I...haven't kept you waiting long."

He let his prize answer, his heart fluttering as he listened. With no further words, he crawled onto the bed, hovering over his prize before tenderly kissing it.

Most ponies would think him crazy. Insane, even. Those ponies no longer were allowed in his store. Who were they to tell him where his love should go? He loved his prize. His prize loved him. And besides, these naysayers were always outspoken by those who accepted, even encouraged, this romance. But none of them mattered. Now it was only Knick-Knack and...his prize.

He felt his shirt coming off, deciding to do absolutely nothing as it flew off the bed. He was now completely naked, just like his treasure. They were free to do anything to each other. But Knick-Knack insisted that his prize would be the first to know pleasure tonight.

He rubbed. He kissed. He licked. He reveled in the tastes, the textures, the warmth that his treasure provided, and was enthralled in the resulting movements and noises that resulted. He could go on forever - and, if he remembered correctly, so could his prize. But after a blur of motion, he found himself on the bed, the object of his desires towering over him.

Before Knick-Knack could react, he felt a surge of pleasure in his groin. His treasure was now servicing him in return for his service. Wordlessly vocalizing, he closed his eyes, the sight alone threatening to send him into climax. He moved his hips in tandem to the waves of bliss crashing against his genitals. But as time passed, he found himself getting closer and closer over the edge, ultimately telling his prize to stop.

The disappointment, fortunately, proved only temporary. For now came the moment both he and his possession were waiting for.

He balanced himself on the bed, standing over his treasure before grasping both sides and sending his lower half forward in one swift thrust. Immediately he forgot everything about time; Right here, right now was all that mattered.

He found his rhythm, steadily entering and exiting his prize slowly until he heard a command to go faster. He obeyed, quickening his thrusts, panting as he continued to hear moaning and squealing from his beloved possession. Gradually, he found he could no longer understand what his prize was saying.

Knick-Knack absolutely LOVED when that happened. That meant it was almost over.

The familiar feeling of impending climax began to steadily rise within him once more. However, this time he let it rise, giving his treasure ample warning and hearing the response. Quickly, both of them began panting, vocalizing and shouting as the pleasure grew and grew.

Gasping, Knick-Knack withdrew one last time before thrusting forward hard enough to hear a slap ring out from between them. Crying out, he let his orgasm blow over, feeling his seed drain out from within him. Breathing heavily, he lazily bucked his hips forward several more times before pulling himself out of his special prize and falling flat on the bed.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds before a familiar feeling of warmth found its way onto his chest. Glancing down, he smiled lovingly at his prize, who pulled up the bed sheets over the two of them. Knick-Knack practically bathed in the afterglow, letting his hooves travel his treasure. From the firm, gray flanks sporting a swirled, black sun cutie mark, across the stripes on her back, up to cradling the back of her head. He stared into her blue eyes as he chuckled happily.

"To think," Knick-Knack announced, "Of all the stallions in Equestria...you chose me."

"It was only obvious, my love," The female zebra shook her head. "The emotions in our hearts fit as would a glove."

Knick-Knack couldn't help himself. "It's not the only thing of ours that seems to fit, my dear Zecora."

He had been enamored with the exotic mare ever since she entered his store so long ago to return the Amulet. He never felt so strongly for a female until he laid eyes on the zebra that called the dangerous Everfree Forest home. He made an enormous gamble, deciding to try and court Zecora.
And the payoff was certainly more than worth it.

The stallion nuzzled the zebra's head, brushing against her mohawk as she placed her head on his chest. Feeling sleep get the better of him, he sighed out, "Zecora...my most prized possession of all."