The Herd

Chapter 11

Upon the return of Princess Luna to her station as acting royalty of Equestria it was officially, if not publically, decreed that no department, facility, or establishment of the government or the royal palace, save for those personally and solely under the command of Princess Celestia, should ever be unstaffed. After all, given the two princess’s opposing sleeping habits, there was now at least one active member of the royal family awake at any given time, day or night. Thus it was only appropriate that any and all aspects of the government be readily and equally available to both princesses.

In theory.

In practice however, once the sun set, there simply wasn’t the actual demand to truly require a full or even partial staffing of many areas of the government or palace. While Luna was indeed active through the night, very few others were as well. Things were slowly shifting as more and more individuals sought to adjust their political, business, or personal affairs to match the new nocturnal openings, but at present certain aspects falling under Luna’s purview had so little to do during the evening hours that they were staffed only in the technical sense of having one or more on-call individuals, ready to fill the needed positions as required, and only if required.

The royal kitchens were one such establishment.

During the day the place was a riot of activity as the chefs and cooks worked to provide sustenance for the nearly thousand individuals working the day shifts, for visiting dignitaries, for the daily charity donations, for any special celebrations that may be going on, and of course for the Solar Princess herself, Celestia. The night shift however was a far more relaxed and slow paced time. Very few dignitaries and charities needed to be fed through the evening, and there were fewer than a hundred staff members currently working through the night.

As such the royal kitchens were generally left fallow for several hours of the night. At two in the morning for example, there was no one present to witness the figure that slipped into the darken rooms, closing the door silently behind them. There was no one to watch as said figure quietly yet quickly navigated through the sea of tables and counters were so much food was prepared daily, making their way over to one of several ice boxes that lined the back wall. A soft, golden aura engulfed the lock hanging on the ice box, and a muffled click sounded within before the lock slipped easily free. The golden light brightened as the door swung open to illuminate the interior of the ice box, displaying the shelves within that were loaded down with any number of baked sugary delights.

At least, they should have been.

Princess Celestia blinked in mild puzzlement at finding her usual assortment of cake, éclair, doughnut, and the like simply not there. She took a step back from the container and swept her gaze across the row of ice boxes. This was indeed the right one, third from the left wall as usual. It was also the only one that was locked, as was standard. After all, only herself and the head baker were permitted access to this box, and technically her access was not strictly stated, but more implied by the nature of her status. She bestowed certain subtle favors upon chef Tender Crust to keep this ice box well stocked, and to keep her own mouth shut about any delights that may or may not go missing during the night. The two of them had an understanding.

At least Celestia had thought they had. She peered back into the empty box, wistfully thinking she must have missed something. And upon second inspection she realized she had. A small roll of parchment sat on the bottom shelf, hidden in the sharp shadows cast from the princess’s magic. With no small bit of curiosity, Celestia picked up the parchment and unfurled it.

IOU
-PP

The solar princess blinked at the brief note in rising disbelief and consternation. She didn’t bother questioning how the pilfering of her midnight snacks had occurred; a simple lock was unlikely to provide much of an obstacle to the current Element of Laughter. More worrying was the question of why. A snack of her own maybe, but even as impressive as the hyperactive mare’s appetite for sweets was, surely she couldn’t have eaten the entire container’s worth. The ice box was tall enough that the top shelves require a step stool to reach. Celestia had seen an entire twelve layer cake nestled comfortably inside it once. What in the world could Pinkie have wanted with all those baked goods, and at such an hour?

Princess Luna stared into her ready room for a long moment before her mind could begin to process the sight before her. The office was never really that neat, Luna’s own penchants towards order were somewhat less severe than that of her sister. She had the bad habit of stacking unrelated papers atop each other, of dropping items upon the closest unoccupied surface, of leaving spent ink wells scattered across her desk. It was fairly chaotic, but it was her chaos, and she knew how to handle it.

What she found was not her chaos, or at least not entirely hers. Her usual mess was still present, but it had been joined by a riot of colorful streamers, bunches of balloons, and softly glowing paper lanterns. A table had been set up in the room, wedged between the desk and filing cabinets. It sagged under the weight of sweets spread out across it. Cakes and pastries and chocolates and puddings and more, most of the desserts buried under mounds of whipped cream and frosting and sprinkles.

“Is everything alright your highness?” the guard standing to the left of the door asked politely as she continued to stare into the room. Luna glanced at him, wondering if this was some kind of jest, but the earnest expression on his face suggested otherwise. Which would imply that he was unaware of what had transpired within.

“Perhaps thou should answer that for us,” Luna told him, one wing unfurling to gesture through the doorway.

The guard blinked at that, and his gaze shifted ever so briefly across to his counterpoint, standing to the right of the sole entrance into the princess’s office. He then took a step away from the wall, and peered around the door frame. His jaw dropped open.

“…that…that shouldn’t be…” he stammered. The other guard moved to see what had her partner so aghast, and half stumbled in mid step as the innards of the room came into view.

“How long haste thou been standing watch tonight?” Luna asked as she took a few steps into her office, inspecting the damage. As far as she could tell, nothing of hers had been disturbed, but given the normal state of affairs, that was not a judgment she was sure she could be certain of.

“Since ten your highness,” the guard answered promptly.

Luna regarded the assortment of sweets for a moment, before picking up a ramekin filled with some kind of fruit gel mixture and topped with a heap of whipped cream and berries.

“Indeed, and doest this appear to have been sitting out for more than four hours to thou?” Luna asked, holding out the dessert. The mound of cream still stood stiff, the decorative swirls still crisp with sharp edges.

“Uh…no your highness,” the guard wilted. “That looks…very fresh actually…”

Luna said nothing, but the sharp flick of her tail spoke volumes of her displeasure.

“I…have no explanation,” the guard supplied weakly.

The Princess of the Night let out an unhappy “hmph” and set the ramekin down hard enough to rattle the table. The guards winced. Striding over to her desk, Luna surveyed it’s surface. It was covered in confetti of all things, and yet that was not what drew her attention. No that honor was reserved for the bright pink envelope that sat propped up against her lamp, her name inked across the front in a wild, looping script.

There was an image of three balloons stamped in one corner of the envelope.

“That will be all,” Luna heard herself say as she regarded the letter with a sudden mix of trepidation and confusion.

“Y-you’re highness?”

“That. Will. Be. All.” Luna repeated slowly. Her horn glowed, and the door swung shut in the baffled guards’ faces.

Sitting down at the desk, Luna regarded the letter across from her as if expecting it to spring at her throat. She reached out almost tentatively, hesitating just before her fingers would brush the paper. She pulled her hand back and sighed at herself.

“Oh come on now Luna,” she scolded herself, snatching the envelope and ripping it open in a single motion. A single sheet of parchment was stuffed inside.

Try the chocolate strawberries

The Princess of the Night let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but this wasn’t it. Then again she was learning that trying to predict Pinkie’s actions was largely a futile effort. Keeping ahead of the schemes and machinations of the noble court wasn’t nearly as taxing.

Dropping the letter onto the desk, she rose from her chair and crossed around to stand by the table, examining its surface until she finally located the strawberries where they were pressed gently into the top of a wide layer cake. Admittedly they did look rather tasty, coated in a rich dark chocolate that had been drizzled with stripes of white icing. The bright pink frosting of the cake they rested on glittered with decorative sugar. With a sigh, Luna selected one of the delectable fruits, giving it a little spin to coat it in the cake frosting before raising it to her mouth.

“…that, is spectacular,” she moaned to herself after the initial wave of deliciousness abated. The little treat was perfect, sugary sweet frosting with a slight crunch to the chocolate coat and succulently ripe strawberry beneath. Luna still had no idea what Pinkie was planning, but if this was meant to be some kind of bribe, it was working. She wasn’t finished with the first before she reached for another, pressing it down into the cake to scoop up an extra sized dollop of frosting.

The cake let out a soft giggle.

Luna froze in mid-chew, staring down at the sweet covered table with no small amount of apprehension. Surely she must have been hearing things. The longer and harder she looked though, the more certain she was that she could see the cake moving, just ever so slightly up and down. Releasing her grip on the strawberry, Luna cautiously extended a single finger and poked down through the frosting.

The table jiggled with a brief laugh, and Luna barely choked down a scream as a pair of eyes opened in the midst of the dessert buffet. She darted backwards, wings spreading half open as half of the sugary delights shuddered and rose in a wave, sprinkles and whipped topping scattering. And before her disbelieving eyes, Luna finally made out the form that had been hidden beneath the confectionary display.

“Ooo, that’s chilly,” Pinkie Pie laughed as a few scoops of ice cream slid slowly down off her shoulders and across her frosting covered chest.

“P…Pi…wha…?” Luna goggled.

“Did you still want this?” Pinkie asked, plucking the second strawberry from the frosting coating her stomach and holding it out towards the princess.

With a sense of surreal uncertainty that she had never before experienced outside of a dream, Luna felt her body walk over, accept the offered treat, and pop it in her mouth. Her automatic processes seemed to hit a wall at that point, as she just stood there with the chocolate coating melting on her tongue, staring.

“Good aren’t they?” Pinkie inquired.

“Mmhmm,” Luna agreed numbly.

“You okay there princess?”

That finally cracked her shell of shocked disbelief.

“Okay? Okay!” Luna heard herself mumble around the strawberry. She almost spit it out in frustration, but some part of her was loath to waste something so good. Instead she paused for a moment to hastily finish eating the treat. Pinkie seemed perfectly content to wait for her.

“Okay?” Luna repeated in a bit more subdued tone. “I don’t…I can’t…I don’t even…”

Pinkie nodded as if this all made sense to her, sending pudding droplets flying from her mane.

“Why?” Luna finally managed to ask.

“Well I did say I’d make it up to you,” Pinkie said simply with a warm smile.

“Make it up to me?” Luna asked in bewilderment.

“For the whole covering you in filling and making you get na…”

“I know what you mean,” Luna interrupted. “I just don’t…how does this…?”

“Well that depends on how you want to look at this,” Pinkie said matter-of-factly. Luna quirked an eyebrow at her, and the Element of Laughter took the hint to continue. “Either you can enjoy some sweets and have a good laugh at how silly I must look under all this…”

Luna did have to admit to herself that, now that her alarmed shock was wearing off, Pinkie did strike a rather absurd imagine dressed in such a hodgepodge of sweets. It was overtly ridiculous really, the clashing colors of various whipped toppings, syrups, sprinkles, and frostings that clung to her like some kind of slowly melting garment. A very thin garment in some places actually. Luna blinked as she started to realize just how closely the coating seemed to be clinging to the party mare. In fact, the more she stared, the more certain Luna was that she should not be making out the lines and curves of the mare’s body so clearly unless that layer of sweetness was the only thing she was wearing.

“…ooooooor…” Pinkie said slowly, drawing the princess’s attention back up to her face. The pleased smile under the dessert toppings brought a bit of heat to Luna’s cheeks. “You can enjoy some sweets, and me…”

The princess’s mind roiled with a sudden flood of thoughts, of questions and concerns and considerations. She barely noticed any of it though, the chaotic storm of her mind somewhere distant and disconnected from her sense of the moment right then and there. She knew there was so much she should ask, things she needed to have clarified. And yet at that moment, she just could not give a damn about anything but the simple choice being presented to her.

Pushing her thoughts away, Luna moved back beside the table to look down upon Pinkie Pie. The sugar smeared mare leaned back, propping herself up with her arms behind her, and waited. She looked so completely at ease, as if she routinely surprised royalty with tableful’s of temptations, though the slight twitch of her sprinkle topped tail suggested at the emotions she was keeping in check.

Luna slowly reached out and took hold of another strawberry in her fingers, her gaze never wavering from Pinkie’s face. She dragged the berry lightly upwards, eliciting a giggle as it brushed along the party mare’s stomach. The playful sound shifted into something more lustful as Luna’s hand drifted up between Pinkie’s breasts, the tip of the chocolate treat etching a line through the frosting right up to her collar bone.

Pinkie tiled her head back expectantly as Luna brought the strawberry up to dangle over the mare’s chocolate coated face. Her lips parted slightly as the sweetened fruit was lowered towards her mouth, her tongue peeking out eagerly. Luna brushed Pinkie’s lips with the berry to the accompaniment of a happy moan that turned into a soft whine of complaint when she pulled the treat back before Pinkie could get a proper taste. The Element of Laughter sat up straighter as she followed the path of the retreating dessert, stretching her neck to try and catch it, but Luna kept it just out of reach until she had Pinkie stretched as far as she could go. The sugar coated mare still strained for it, pushing herself up onto her fingertips even for those final few inches.

And then Luna popped the strawberry into her own mouth with a wicked little grin at the disbelieving gasp of protest the maneuver got from the Element of Laughter. She quickly silenced that sound however as she bent down and kissed Pinkie, shoving her chocolate and juice covered tongue right into the surprised mare’s mouth. The moment was a brief one though, owing to sugar frosted mare losing traction in the mess of melting whipped toppings and falling back against the table in a splatter.

The sudden impact did nothing to jar loose the smile on Pinkie’s face however. She reached up to seize hold of the front of Luna’s dress and pulled. The princess had a brief instant to be concerned for the immediate future state of her clothing, but then it was a moot point as she toppled on top of Pinkie, one hand landing in the pudding, another tipping over a bowl of rock candy. Frosted lips found hers, and Luna found herself unable to care about anything else.

Or at least she thought she couldn’t, right until Pinkie managed to roll her over onto the table. Luna gave an involuntary gasp as she felt the desserts beneath her soak through the fabric of her dress even as a deluge of frosting slipped from Pinkie’s chest and stomach to drop upon her. She shivered at the sudden cold of the chilled delights across her back even as Pinkie pressed down against her into the kiss. A sugary sweet mess was smeared across her face, her neck, all across her front as more sweetness was pressed into her mouth along with Pinkie’s questing tongue. Her wings unfurled, sweeping great double arcs of platters and trays off the table to clatter to the floor.

A second later Luna felt her heart leap into her throat when someone knocked.

“Princess, are you alright?” a voice called through the door, and Luna had to bite back a curse. She had completely forgotten about the guards.

“Fine!” she yelled, somewhat higher pitched than normal. She swallowed, willing herself to calmness. The amused smirk on Pinkie’s face did not help. “We are fine,” she said after a moment to compose herself.

“Are you sure?” the guard asked with clear uncertainty. The doorknob gave a subtle jiggle, as if a hand had been placed upon it.

‘If he opens that door he is going to the moon, I swear to Celestia…’ Luna thought furiously, her horn’s aura springing to light. “Quite sure,” she said, putting every ounce of authority she could muster into the words. A moment of silence followed, and then the doorknob jiggled slightly again.

“Very well your highness.”

Luna sagged back against the table in relief. Then she gave an annoyed wiggle, displacing the plate of cookies that was digging into her spine.

“Close one,” Pinkie said in a tone that suggested she wouldn’t have been completely mortified to have been walked in on.

“Too close,” Luna agreed, still holding onto her magic. A spidery web work of glowing azure lines crawled its way across the door before seeping into the very wood itself. The dark surface glowed with the faintest light.

“What was that?” Pinkie asked.

“A sound proofing spell,” Luna answered. “To make sure we’re not disturbed again.”

“Oooo,” Pinkie moaned happily, leaning back in for another kiss. She then gave a surprised gasp as Luna rolled them both over, pinning the party mare’s back to the table. A bowl fell in an explosion of breaking crockery and splattered cream.

Luna brought her lips down, but only briefly brushed them against Pinkie’s before ducking to the side and running her tongue along the mare’s cheek, cutting a path through the layer of chocolate smeared there. Pinkie giggled, then gasped again as the princess’s mouth closed against her neck. She squirmed as Luna nipped at her, pressing her body up against the alicorn’s. Her fingers caught in the straps of Luna’s top and pulled them down off the princess’s shoulders.

The Princess of the Night made to slip her arms out from the straps, but she was brought up short by Pinkie twisting the fabric into twin loops that snagged Luna by her wrists. The alicorn only had a second to realize how she had been tangled in her own garment before Pinkie rolled them back over again, her legs flipping over the side of the table and hauling the princess up to sit on the edge even as Pinkie came to her feet. The Element of Laughter tugged on the straps in her hands, and Luna’s arms were pulled tight and immobilized across her own chest.

Before she could begin to figure out how to free herself there were teeth pressed delightfully into the crook of Luna’s neck, forcing a pleasant pant out of her even as she struggled against her bondage. She wrapped her legs around Pinkie’s waist and tried to lever her back onto the table, but the Element of Laughter had been expecting the move and was braced against it. Luna moaned in mixed annoyance at being blocked and delight as Pinkie’s mouth moved lower, her lips brushing across the princess’s collar bone.

Luna bucked against the party mare, trying vainly to break her balance, but her sitting position didn’t give her any real leverage to work with, whereas Pinkie was able to brace herself with her hip against the table’s edge. There wasn’t anything she could do about the alicorn’s wings however. The sudden blast of wind sent papers scattering from the desk behind her as Pinkie was hauled bodily from her feet, landing with a soft grunt on top of the princess. Before she could recover Luna had flipped her over, slipping her arms free of the improvised restraints of her straps.

The princess dipped her head, and Pinkie whined as she felt the sudden liquid warmth of Luna’s mouth against her chest. She grabbed at the princess’s horn, but any thoughts of fighting for control again went flying out of her mind as Pinkie felt the velvety caress of Luna’s tongue across her breast. She tried to grab at the princess with her free hand, but Luna’s own intercepted her, seizing her wrist and pinning it to the table top.

The princess’s teeth brushed against her nipple, and Pinkie shuddered. The hand wrapped around Luna’s horn turned traitor on her, urging the alicorn onward, and she seemed more than happy to savor the victory. Luna’s tongue swirled in long, slow circles across Pinkie’s breast to the accompaniment of her whining moans, churning the smear of frosting coating the tender flesh.

“Oh my Celestia…” Pinkie moaned, then blinked in realization of what she’d said. She glanced down to find Luna staring up at her in playful annoyance. “…ah, that might have been a weird thing to say under the circumstances, huh?”

“Thou thinkest so?” Luna huffed, rolling her eyes. “I want to be more annoyed at that, and yet I must confess amusement at how embarrassed sister would be to know her name was being used such.”

“Sorry Luna,” Pinkie giggled. “It just kind of happened.”

“I know,” Luna said reassuringly. “Though again you confound me. You barely even recognize that me and my sister are royalty, and yet you will invoke our names as divine?”

“Well sure, totally different things really.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well…the whole royalty thing is something we made of you two, a way to fit you into a place that we could work with,” Pinkie said slowly, clearly searching for her words. “But the whole sun and moon thing…well that’s all you and Celly, ya know?”

“I…I suppose you could look at it like that, though that is a rather simplistic view of a very complex situation.”

“Simple works for me,” Pinkie said with a smile. “If simple is enough, why bother getting complicated?”

“I knew some monks once that would have heartily agreed with that,” Luna laughed. Then she cocked her head to one side in a thoughtful manner. “You are willing to see me as divine, as a goddess?”

“Sure thing your worshipfulness!” Pinkie chirped, smiling at the sigh she got in return. Luna pressed on.

“And yet that apparently did nothing to dissuade you from trespassing into my private office, or from covering yourself in sweets to tempt me.”

“Should it have?”

“I…well I feel it might have for most people.” Luna gave a little laugh at that.

“Is it okay that I did this?”

Luna raised a disbelieving eyebrow at that. “Pinkie Pie, I am half out of my clothing on top of you, completely smeared with all manner of sugar and cream based food stuffs. Do I appear displeased?”

“Only when you were losing,” Pinkie teased.

“Momentary disadvantages,” Luna scoffed. She sighed. “And though I told myself not to, I cannot help but ask…why? I can’t imagine this is your normal means of repayment on debt.”

“You needed the nudge,” Pinkie replied simply.

“…what?”

“Well you were planning to ask about joining my herd right?”

Luna pushed herself upright at this, staring down at Pinkie is amazement.

“How…how could you possibly…”

“A hunch,” came the easy answer.

“A hunch?” Luna said incredulously.

“My hunches are pretty good,” Pinkie said modestly.

“And thus you decided that the only thing to do was to surprise me with an offering of sweets and flesh?”

“Well first I had to ask my herd what they thought of course.”

“…oh?” Luna asked with a nervous flutter in her voice. “And what did they say?”

“Well Twilight flipped the freak out and was all ‘You can NOT ask such a thing of one of the princesses!’ and Dashy told me there was no way you were really interested but ‘if you can manage it, more power to you.’”

“And what of Macintosh?” Luna asked in what she hoped was a casual manner. The slight upward twitch to Pinkie’s lips was not promising to her success however.

“He suggested I wait on it and see, but also said that ‘since I doubt you’ll do that, at least promise me you won’t do something crazy.’”

“Hmm, that’s not exactly an encouraging set of answers,” Luna said in a subdue tone.

“Yeah well, they just didn’t believe me,” Pinkie said reassuringly. “I did eventually get them all to agree that if, hypothetically, you were to ask to join, that none of them would be against it.”

Luna sighed. “Again, that’s not really…”

“Oh don’t be a grumpy horn head,” Pinkie cut her off, sitting up to drape a friendly arm across the princess’s shoulders. “I’m sure once they get all the ‘I don’t believe you!’ and ‘no freaking way you actually got her!’ and ‘what did I ask you about not doing something crazy?’ out of their systems, they’ll be glad to welcome you into our herd.”

“You really think so?” Luna asked softly.

“Yeah, I really do,” Pinkie said in perfect seriousness, a light smile on her face. Luna glanced over at her, and couldn’t help but smile back.

“Thank you Pinkie,” the princess told her, pulling the party mare into a hug.

“Any time,” Pinkie responded, returning the hug. After a moment she swung a leg over Luna’s lap, straddling her. “So…where were we?” she asked hopefully.

“Thou was losing we believe,” Luna said with a smirk, her hands sliding down to rest on Pinkie’s hips.

“Yeah…too bad you never called time out!” The Element of Laughter surged forward, pinning Luna splayed out on her back and quickly going after her neck.

“Ah! Thou are a cheat!” Luna squealed in laughing protest. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt Pinkie sliding down her body, their dessert slickened skin rubbing smoothly across each other. A hand cupped her breast, and Luna cooed at the pleasurable tingle it sent through her. The party mare’s mouth came down over her other breast, and the princess arched her back eagerly at the gentle suction.

Pinkie’s attention was held only momentarily at the princess’s chest however, and she was soon moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses and licks across Luna’s taut stomach. An alternating set of giggles and moans came bubbling up out of the princess’s throat at the attention, punctuated by a heavy gasp as she felt Pinkie slide the hem of her dress up over her waist.

Luna bit her lip as Pinkie slipped a pair of fingers under the waist band of her panties, her breath coming quickly in sudden anticipation. The slip of fabric practically vanished as it was deftly removed, and the princess couldn’t help but blush at being so exposed. The embarrassment was very short lived however, as her attention was swiftly refocused by Pinkie’s lips upon her inner thigh.

The fingers of one hand curled around the nearest edge of the table as Luna felt her body tighten expectantly, her other hand slipping across her own chest to try and tease some of the sensation from earlier back. She looked down her chocolate and frosting smeared body, but could only make out the bobbing poof of Pinkie’s hair poking up from between her legs.

Then she felt something warm, wet, and wiggling press into her, and her wings nearly tossed her up off the table as the princess was firmly reminded of what she had gone more than a millennium without. The cry that ripped out of her throat made the remaining dishes rattle across the table top, and she had a brief instant to wonder if maybe she should have put sound proofing spells on the walls as well.

Then she slammed back down upon the table as her mind was washed clean of thought by swirling waves of delight as Pinkie buried her face between the princess’s legs and worked to see just how far her tongue could reach. Luna squirmed uncontrollably, writhing in nearly unbearable pleasure. Too long, it had been far, far too long since anyone had seen to her needs like this, and all that she had done for herself in that time since was suddenly proven to have been woefully inadequate.

Luna voiced her delight without restraint, her cries thundering off the walls in the enclosed space. It was an incoherent ecstasy, but Pinkie seemed to understand it perfectly well as she quickly zeroed in on what set the princess off the most. She wrapped her arms around Luna’s legs and held her firmly in place as she applied long, dragging strokes with her tongue, ending each lick with a deft flick of the tip that made the princess squirm and try to writhe away.

Pinkie felt her cheeks start to ache from smiling as she listened to Luna shrieking her enjoyment. She was delighted to be able to help the princess out with something she clearly needed. She was also thrilled to have been right in her hunch about the way Luna had been behaving towards her. She might not be a super close friend like Twilight and Dashy, but Pinkie had always considered Luna to be something of a distant part of her personal social circle, especially after last Nightmare Night. After all, Luna was sister to the mentor of one of her bestest friends. That alone made her someone Pinkie had been determined to get to know better, and now she would be able to do so in all kinds of fun and intimate ways.

The Element of Laughter realized she had let herself get distracted by her own thoughts as she felt the pressure on her ears lessen. Luna’s cries had died down to merely loud gasps for breath, the ridged tension in her body replaced by supine relaxation as she sagged against the table, nearly as gel like as any of the puddings. Pinkie’s eyes tracked up over the princess’s sweet coated figure, sparkling with mirth at the expression of utter contentment on the royal features.

Of course she wasn’t about to leave things be at just that. A quick glance around the table found Pinkie what she wanted, and she only had to stretch a little bit to reach the bowl of ice cream without disentangling herself from the princess’s legs. With her fingers she shoved an entire scoop right into her mouth, and then waited.

Luna’s eyes fluttered open after a subjective eternity, and she made only a feeble attempt to move before giving in to her body’s insistence to do nothing.

“Stars above Pinkie, that was…” She was thoroughly interrupted as the mare between her legs applied her now chilled tongue to the princess’s still sensitive arousal. Light headed didn’t begin to describe the effect that had on her. The sensation that shot through her left her literally breathless, her whole body paralyzed on a spike of what might have been pleasure. It was hard to say exactly as her mind seemed unable to properly process the sensation.

As the cold gradually gave way however her mind most definitely decided that what she was feeling was pleasure. The chill slowly transitioned into a delightful warmth, and then to a raging heat as she slowly began to experience the sensation of Pinkie’s tongue again as more than just a vague pressure, her awareness of that wondrous appendage gaining clarity until she could see it’s every move clearly in her mind just by the way her body responded to it.

This was so different from before, the pleasure hardly any less and yet it left her mind clear to enjoy it. It also gave her enough clarity to realize how one sided things had become. She should really repay Pinkie the favor, but at the same time she more than a little loathe to the idea of doing anything to disrupt the attention she was getting. Besides, she was doubtful in her ability to do anything that would require much movement at the moment, with her whole body quivering in pleasure induced weakness.

Her clear headed state however provided her with inspiration for an alternate method. Luna reached for her magic, and found it came easily and readily to her will. She sent the power questing down her body, a rippling wave that stirred the confectionery mess upon her skin into spiraling patterns. Then it reached where Pinkie had hold of her legs, and spread across onto the other mare’s body.

The Element of Laughter jumped slightly with a muffled gasp of surprise, and her gaze swept up to focus on Luna. She caught sight of the glowing aura around the princess’s horn, and her eyes sparkled in mirthful understanding as she felt unseen hands wander across her. Luna’s magic caressed and fondled her entire body, something akin to being massaged and groped and teased all at once, and she buried her face back between the princess’s legs in an effort to stifle the whimpering moans of delight the sensations brought.

It didn’t help much as she felt Luna’s magic flow down her body and slip itself between her own legs. Pinkie pulled her mouth free to suck in a deep breath as the force pressed into her, filling her up inside in a way even Big Mac couldn’t quite manage. It pressed against her completely, stretching her out until she was certain she couldn’t take anymore. And then it relaxed, just a bit, just a hair under being uncomfortably oversized.

Her mind was just starting to adjust itself to the sensation when the magical construct pulsed inside her, a single slow ripple flowing across its surface, pressing out against her insides. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, and then came out as a soft whine. Her legs shook as another pulse ran through her, and another, and another…

Pinkie’s arms gave out on her, dumping her head in Luna’s lap as the princess’s magic picked up the pace. The ripples came faster and more frequently, becoming a constant wave of sensation that vibrated within her. She wanted to cry out, but the intensity of the pleasure seemed to be bearing down on her chest, and it was all Pinkie could do just to suck in one ragged gasp of air after another as her body twitched feebly in response to the princess’s treatment.

Slowly, painfully slowly, Pinkie raised her head until she could catch Luna’s eye. The princess stared back at her with unmistakable delight in the reactions she was getting out of the party mare, and Pinkie felt her mouth move practically of its own accord in response to that look.

“M…more…” she gasped even as her eyes squeezed shut as a lance of orgasmic delight lit up her nervous system, and she pressed her forehead against Luna’s belly for support. “M-more.”

Pinkie couldn’t see the incredulous look on the princess’s face, not with her own face pressed down against Luna’s stomach, but she could sense it all the same. Her mouth opened to repeat the demand, but all that came out was a trilling shriek as she felt the princess’s magic flow under her tail and gently press against her ass.

It was an effort, but Pinkie managed to roll her head so that one eye could glance up at Luna. The Princess of the Night smirked at her, one eyebrow raised as if to ask ‘Are you sure?’.

She didn’t trust her voice, so Pinkie just smirked back and gave a trembling nod. That was the last coherent moment she had before a second construct of force violated her body. It pressed into her slower and more softly than the first, but it was no less complete in filling her up until she felt ready to explode. She’d never been double stuffed before, and it was throwing her nervous system for a fit as her body tried to figure out just what was happening to it.

Then the second construct began to pulse, and all awareness was ripped away until there was nothing left but pleasure.

Luna managed to prop herself up on one elbow, enough to let her really watch as Pinkie crumpled into a heap of mind blowing orgasmic delight. The party mare barely moved, but every little motion screamed of her enjoyment. Her limbs twitched and shook, and aborted screams flavored her ragged gasps for air. Her entire body was locked up stiff, and was coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second. Her face was scrunched up, sweat starting to cut trails through the sugary smears upon her skin.

And then the moment broke.

“OH SWEET SUN AND MOON AND FREAKING STARS ABOVE MY LUNA HOLY WOW!” Pinkie cried, her back arching as her legs kicked spasmodically, sending desserts flying to splatter against the walls. Luna had to wrap her own legs around the party mare to keep Pinkie from climbing right up over her, and even then the Element of Laughter managed to shove them both halfway down the table before the fit passed. And then she collapsed so utterly that Luna would have been concerned if not for the exhausted breaths that raced in and out of her.

The princess pushed herself up to a sitting position, gently gathering the spent Pinkie Pie into her lap so that the motionless mare’s head rested comfortably against one leg. She ran a hand softly through Pinkie's sticky yet still uncontrollably poofy mane, and the mare's eyes fluttered slightly open. It took Pinkie several long moments before the glazed over look subsided enough for those bright blue eyes to focus on her.

“All you alright?” Luna asked softly.

“Wowie…Zowie…” Pinkie said in a small voice. “…head go kapowie…”

Luna chuckled, rolling her eyes fondly as she held the mare. As she held her new herd sister…

The door to her office swung open.

“Honestly sister, putting a spell of silence over a room without including some kind of chime to…let…people…oh…oh my me…”

“TIA!”