As the sun set, casting long colorful shadows over Equestria, Thunder Shock was making his final preparations for the evening in his chamber in the castle at Canterlot. He took one last look in the mirror to make sure that his appearance was top notch for his meeting with Luna.

'Alright, looking good,’ he thought excitedly. ‘Let's go make a princess happy!'

He made his way out of his chambers and up the stairs to Luna's door. As he neared his destination, he shivered as though a cold breeze had passed over his coat.

'Huh. Something familiar about that chill...’ he thought worriedly. As he raised his hoof to knock he paused and took a quick look around to find the halls abandoned other than the single pegasus guard standing diligently nearby. 'Must be my imagination.' He then gave the door a firm knocking.

"Who is it?" Luna's voice called out.

"It's Thunder."

"Come in."

Even through the door Thunder hear a hint of playful seduction in Luna’s voice that drove away the fear he had felt a moment ago. Smiling, he proceeded into Luna’s chambers, shutting the door behind him. Unseen and unheard by Princess or Consort, a smirking pony lurked just around the corner in the hallway, out of the guard’s view.

As the door closed, Prince Blueblood’s smirk widened in anticipation of the coming destruction of that presumptuous twit Thunder’s reputation. He stood in silence, suppressing a satisfied chuckle; the time was ripe for him to spring the trap he had so carefully planned.

'Alright, the reporters should already be hiding outside. Time to put this uppity commoner in his proper place!' he thought devilishly. He trotted on silent hooves down the halls of the castle, confident that tonight the insolent pegasus would suffer at his hooves...

As he entered the royal bedroom, Thunder halted in his tracks, mesmerized by the vision before him. Luna sat in stately repose, facing the window with her horn ablaze in ethereal energy. Outside, the moon rose quietly into the sky, the stars beginning to twinkle against the purplish horizon.

He walked up beside Luna, his eyes dancing with pleasure. “You know, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing that, Lulu,” he said with a smile as he sat beside her. “And how are you doing this evening?”

Luna blushed lightly at the flattery, smiling as she turned to reply. "Marvelous, my sweet gentlecolt." She reached out with a hoof and pulled Thunder into an embrace, kissing him deeply. Her eyes closed in pleasure, and her mane and tail shifted to solid blue and cascaded down over her form. Basking in the moonlight and in her presence, Thunder returned the kiss with passion, their tongues dancing gracefully around each other.

With a happy sigh, Luna broke the kiss and favored her Consort with a bright smile. "Thou art looking quite dashing tonight."

"Thanks. It's just a quick grooming I do..."

"Tis the small things that matter. We appreciate them greatly. We know it is a bit early to call on your aid again, but the last time was just SO good and-" she broke off, embarrassed.

Thunder brought a hoof up to Luna’s cheek and stroked it tenderly. "Hey. Relax." he said, his voice gentle and smooth. "It's not a problem at all. I love making you happy." He reached up to give her a quick nuzzle on the neck, making Luna coo with approval. "So, what can I do for you?"

Luna opened her mouth to speak when a realization hit her. "Oh! The spells!" She raised her head and lit her horn, enveloping the doors in a magical aura. The locks clicked loudly into place, sealing the two inside, and the drapes drifted down over the windows, filtering the moon’s light to a soft white glow. "There we are..."

Their privacy secured, she turned her attention back to Thunder, her cheeks flushing again as she spoke. "We... we have an idea for something new. But...we are a little embarrassed by it..."

"Don't worry. I won't laugh. I promise." said Thunder with a smile.

Tossing her head slightly, Luna smiled and voiced her desire. "Well, we... we wish to try an ancient technique. We wish to receive you... properly."

Thunder looked up at Luna in confusion. "I don't get it. What do you mean by 'properly'?"

Luna seemed calmer as she explained. "In the old times, before the luxury of bed and cushions was widespread, mares and stallions would stand up to make love. The mare would have to bear both the stallion's weight and girth in order to have children. We wish to experience this position with thou."

Smiling, Thunder nodded. "OK. I'm game." His face fell slightly and he blinked as he looked up at Luna, suddenly all too aware of the difference in their sizes. "Just... how would we do this, exactly? I'm nowhere near as tall as you."

"We shall stand at the base of the bed and present ourselves to you. You shall stand atop the bed and please us." said Luna plainly. Her ears flicked as she added, "That is, if you think you can handle such an... odd request.”

"No problem. I'm up for the challenge. Let's make a proper mare out of you." said Thunder with a playful chuckle.

Luna barely contained a squeal of delight as she dove in to kiss Thunder soundly, holding him close. As their ardor grew her tail started to flick back and forth, and with gentle nudges she urged him toward the bed.

In the halls of the great castle, Prince Blueblood casually walked down to the servant's quarters, stopping as he reached a little-used side entrance. He then took a long and careful look around and behind him before silently opening the door and sticking his head out. The side of the castle was shrouded in shadow and the night air was still and quiet - far too quiet for the prince's liking.

"Hello?" he whispered loudly. Only the whispers of the air replied to him.

'Where are those scum suckers? he thought savagely. If they've fled-!'

As if summoned by his thought, out of the rosebush popped the three reporters in question, their coats scraped slightly from the shrub’s thorns. Aside from sour expressions at the roughness of their hiding place, the trio was completely bare aside from a saddlebag that wrapped around the editor's back.

"Get in here!" Blueblood demanded. Wincing slightly at their scratches, the three made their way in quietly.

Blueblood closed the door with a soft thump behind them. "I thought you had bowed out!" he whispered hotly.

"Well excuse me your highness, but we had to wait till dark to come over. If anypony caught us, we'd be done before we got started. We barely got past the evening patrol." replied the editor in a harsh whisper as he and his companions looked around the hall.

"Yeah. They almost got us a few times. I thought we were goners." the green reporter said fearfully.

Blueblood groaned in frustration as he searched the area once more for any observers. He sighed with relief; it appeared they were as yet unnoticed. "Never mind. Do you have the camera?"

From his saddlebag, the editor pulled out an impressive looking black camera. "Top of the line. Now, where is Princess Luna's room?"

"This way. Follow me." said Blueblood. The editor then put the camera back, his eyes alight at the idea of getting the story of the century.

The trio followed the prince down the halls of the castle, sneaking around corners and archways towards their goal. The pink reporter, slightly shaking at the situation, leaned in towards the editor.

"I still don't like this boss.” She said with a worried expression. “Even if we do get the picture, how are the princesses going to handle this? I really doubt they're going to be happy with Luna seen in a compromising position on the front page of the papers.”

Blueblood rolled his eyes in frustration and turned his head toward the reporters. "Like I said before, that horrible stallion has leverage over both of them. They are too scared to tell the public themselves about their sordid activities. When everything is said and done, they will be seen as victims and the blackmail will end.” He squared his shoulders and gave them a smile full of false patriotism. “You all should be proud. You’re doing your nation a great service."

"Yeah? Then why does it feel like we're walking to our deaths?" the green reporter chimed in with a little shudder.

The prince groaned under his breath. "Look. This is our only chance! So reach deep within yourselves and-"

As they started to turn a corner, Blueblood violently pushed the trio against the wall and into the shadows. In front of them, one of Celestia's pegasus guards made his way around the corner away from them and down the opposite hall.

After a long pause, during which the four ponies could listened to the retreating steps of the guard, Blueblood hopped back out in front. "Come on." he said to the reporters with a toss of his head.

The trio followed close behind, anxious to continue their mission. "This guy's supposed to have our back?" whispered the pink reporter to the editor.

As the Prince enacted his nefarious plan, Luna and Thunder were just getting to the culmination of theirs. Luna was panting, her mane in disarray as she pressed her rear legs against the hoofboard of the bed. Her thighs and marehood were slick where Thunder had been licking, her own juices adding a sweet sheen and alluring scent.

Thunder stood on the bed, his nose and chin soaking wet and a pleased smile on his face. Glad he had learned well how to warm Luna up with his tongue, he stroked her lovely flank with a hoof.

“I think you might be just about ready, Lulu,” he said as he ran his hoof over her cutie mark.

She gasped and shifted her tail aside, her cheeks flush with arousal. “Y… yes, Thunder.” She took a deep breath and hitched her hips up a little higher. “…please, take me!”

As he mounted her he leaned down to breathe warmly onto her back, planting kisses between each word. “As. You. Wish.”

Thunder’s earlier pleasuring of her had him hard and ready, and as he tenderly stroked her cutie marks with his hooves he pressed forward and slid his stallionhood along her wet slit. He and Luna gasped together, shivering with anticipation as her nether lips tugged at his hardness, urging him on.

“Please, Thunder... we need you inside us...” Luna moaned as she lowered her head and slightly spread her rear hooves, opening herself to him.

His erection twitching in response, Thunder slowly drew his length back until the tip was just touching her lips. Luna squeaked and quivered, pushing against him. He teased her a little longer by moving his hips back so they were still just barely touching.

Feeling how wet she was, he leaned back down to whisper against her coat. “I think somepony’s a little excited,” he said playfully as he pressed forward just a bit.

“Yes... oh, your movements are...” her words failed her as she felt his tip slip inside her. A small cry escaped her and she pushed back against him slowly, taking him in inch by inch.

Barely able to contain his own desire for her, Thunder moved only slightly, enjoying the wanton moans that came from Luna with every breath. “My, my... does the mare want me so badly?”

“Please!” Luna pleaded, turning her head back to look into his eyes. She lowered her shoulders, presenting herself even more fully as she whispered once more, “...please...”

With a wide grin, Thunder whispered back, “Of course, my lady!” just before burying himself inside her all the way to the hilt.

Luna cried out in shock, shaking around him as he filled her completely. Her rear legs almost gave way until she took a deep, shuddering breath to steady herself. She lowered her head again and yielded to the sensation, her tail draping over her back as her body asked for more.

Slowly at first, then gradually increasing his pace, Thunder withdrew, then slid back into Luna’s pulsing depths. He started to shift his hips, swirling his hardness inside her and looking for that special spot he hoped would really get her going.

Luna’s head came back up with a sharp gasp and she clenched around him when he found it. His grin widening, he slowed his thrusts to slide his tip over it again and again, Luna’s cries getting louder by the moment.

“You okay?” he asked between hot, rapid breaths, knowing the answer.

“Indeed!” replied Luna giddily, almost laughing with the sensual bliss rolling through her. She pushed back against him, a little ‘oh!’ escaping her each time their hips met. He could feel her around him, her walls pulling at him, as she shook with impending orgasm.

As he felt how close she was, a wonderful, awful idea occurred to Thunder.

'I hope you can forgive me.' he silently prayed.

He slammed into her, his balls slapping against her thigh, and then came to a complete halt, holding her hips still with his forehooves. His rock-hard length filled every crevice of her, pulsing along with his heartbeat, but otherwise moved not at all.

Luna quivered with need, but between the hoofboard and his grip on her she couldn’t move him inside her. It took a few seconds for words to filter through her pleasure-addled mind.

“What... what are you DOING?” Luna yelled desperately, bucking her hips back in a vain attempt to push herself over that last precipice of pleasure. “We were so close! We...” she whined plaintively.

Thunder matched her movements, countering every action and moving just enough to keep her teetering on that delicious edge. “Just relax,” he said softly, grunting with the difficulty of keeping control over his own pleasure when she moved like that. “I want to build this one up. Just... ooh, that’s good! ...just relax for a minute, and I promise I’ll take you right where you want to go.”

Luna whimpered but held still, breathing hard and trying to keep her legs from collapsing. Somehow being held there, helpless to quench the fire within her, only made it burn brighter.

After a long half hour of sneaking through the castle, Blueblood and the reporters finally reached the doorway to the royal living quarters.

"Wait a moment." whispered Blueblood, motioning to the group. He quietly cracked the door open and peered inside. Standing diligently in the hallway that led to Luna’s door was a strong-looking bat pony clad in dark purple armor.

"What's wrong?!" the editor whispered loudly.

"The guard is already here. I had thought we would get here during the switchover..." replied Blueblood, turning around to face the group.

"Great! How are we gonna get past him?!" the green reporter whispered loudly.

The group pondered what to do until the pink reporter was struck by inspiration. "What a minute... I've got an idea!" She quietly stuck her mouth in through the crack and cleared her throat. "Help! Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!"

The guard's ears perked up at the call and he galloped out, the group hiding behind the doors as they opened. He glanced to his right and saw nothing, then quickly trotted to the left and around a corner, his wings spreading as he searched. Blueblood and the reporters darted through the doorway and galloped towards Luna's door.

"Alright, this is the door to her chambers.” whispered Blueblood triumphantly. “Let's get inside and show him what for!"

"Wait a minute. Are you sure they're in there?" asked the editor.

"Of course. I saw him go inside just a while ago." Blueblood replied.

"OK, let's see if they're doing the horizontal mambo." The editor pointed at the green reporter, then gestured at the door. "Rookie, take a listen."

The reporter then pressed his ear to the door and listened carefully. "Dunno boss, I can't hear anything from the other side." he said uncertainly.

"Huh, that's weird..." remarked the pink reporter.

"We don't have time for this! We've got to get in there before the guard comes back!" whispered Blueblood lividly.

"Right. Come on then, open the door." said the editor.

"...What?" Blueblood replied.

"Open the door so we can rush in and take the picture." the editor replied, annoyed.

"I though one of you was going to take care of that." Blueblood whispered.

"Don't you have the key?" asked the green reporter.

"Only the castle staff and the princesses have copies.” Blueblood hissed angrily. “ It would have raised suspicion to ask for one."

"Couldn't you just open the door with your magic or teleport us inside?"

"Ah...well...you see, the thing is that...I have...not yet mastered those particular spells." replied Blueblood, blushing furiously while scratching the back of his head.

"Some unicorn you are!" the pink reporter nearly shouted.

Blueblood's eyes narrowed at the insolent mare. "Listen you-"

"Alright, shut up all of you!” whispered the editor, stepping between the two and holding them back with his hooves. "Arguing isn't gonna get us anywhere. Luckily, I have a backup plan." He fumbled around in his saddle bag and pulled out a small canvas bundle, which he unrolled to reveal a set of fine-looking lock picks. "Never leave home without it."

Blueblood grinned in dark anticipation as the editor slipped the pressure bar into the lock and began to prod and poke at the tumblers.

In the bedroom, Luna and Thunder were catching their breath. They were both lathered with sweat, their manes plastered against their necks in erotic disarray. Their faces still glowed with their exertions, and they smiled at each other as their breathing returned to normal.

Finally, Thunder gave a gentle tap to Luna's flank. "Ready to go again?" he asked seductively.

She gave him a somewhat surprised but very pleased look. “More? Oh, yes please!” she replied warmly as she rolled onto her back and looked at him invitingly.

The sight of Luna’s desire for him stirred his stallionhood, and he gave it a few eager strokes to bring it back to full attention. He crouched between her legs and tapped the tip against her slit.

“Ready, Lulu?” he asked with a smirk as he stroked her with his hardness.

“Mmm hmm,” she replied with half-lidded eyes. “And Thunder... don’t make us wait this time.”

He grinned and said “Of course, Lulu.” then plunged into her, holding back nothing as he pounded her waiting folds with every thrust.

Luna thrashed beneath him, her mane spread out on the pillow under her head, and she wrapped her rear legs around him to pull him further in. Still sensitized from their first encounter she felt herself rapidly approaching another climax.

“Don’t stop, Thunder! Don’t stop! We’re so clooose!”

CLICK

The small but strange sound tingled faintly in Thunder and Luna’s ears...

Outside, the editor had finally completed his task. "Got it!" he said excitedly. He put his hoof to the doorknob, readying himself against the door. "OK. Everypony get ready. On three, we'll rush inside and grab the picture."

The group behind him braced for the onrush to come. "One..."

Inside, Luna's cries were growing louder, her pleasure about to burst from her, her eyes closed against the joyous strain of their dance. "Thunder...We...We are..."

"Two..."

"M-Me too... almost... almost..." Thunder called out as he felt his own climax coming on.

"THREE!"

The consort and the princess shouted together as their orgasms took them, just as the four ponies outside came charging in through the doorway.

Blueblood and the reporters screeched to a halt on the other side of the door, all four of their mouths hanging open in utter shock.

"Holy Faust..." the editor said in disbelief.

"This... this is impossible..." the pink reporter chimed in.

"This is..." the green reported said breathlessly.

"A FIELD?!" Blueblood exclaimed.

A cool breeze tousled the manes of the confused party as they stood in the middle of an open, grassy plain, a small dirt path running next to them. They looked around in a daze for any sign of the castle, seeing only small farms and cottages dotting the horizon.

"How did we get all the way out here?!" yelled the pink reporter.

"I don't know. Must have been some sort of displacement spell..." the editor replied.

"Boss! The doorway's gone!" shouted the green reporter.

They turned as one back the way they came to see that the doorway they had charged through had indeed vanished, leaving them stranded and alone. They then gazed towards the eastern sky and saw Canterlot far in the distance, its elegant buildings lit up against the night sky.

"We must be miles away..." muttered the editor.

"W-What are we gonna do?! We have a deadline tomorrow morning and now we have nothing!" the green reporter yelled.

"Alright, let's... let's get back to the office. We'll just slap something together and be done with it. We're already in enough trouble as it is." The reporters gathered together and began to walk down the road. "Anypony know if the trains are still running?"

As the three began the long journey home, Blueblood waved his hooves in the air in a huff. "W-Wait a minute! What about the story?! Thunder Shock! The scandal!"

The editor turned back around to address the irate prince. "Look here Blueblood. Obviously the sisters don't want anypony coming into their rooms at night, and I don't blame them. Out of everypony in the world, I should think they deserve a little privacy.” He shook his head ruefully and muttered. “Never should have got involved in this in the first place. I knew it in my gut.”

Looking back at Blueblood, he huffed his breath out through his nostrils. “Besides, this whole thing was dubious from the beginning. Even if it is the truth, I doubt anyone would believe us. And even if this Thunder Shock fella is having his way with them, I salute the guy! He's probably the luckiest stallion in Equestria!"

"But...WHAT ABOUT YOUR DUTY?! Do you not want to see justice done?" yelled Blueblood.

"You want justice? Call the police. Take him to court. But we're in the tabloid business. We just want the drama." said the editor with a smile. "And since you can’t provide it...come on everypony, let's go."

"But-But I...I don't...I..." stammered the prince. The three reporters made their way east towards the city, leaving Blueblood alone with his thoughts.

His plan ruined, and his reputation now in further jeopardy, Blueblood screamed his frustration into the night.

Back inside the castle, Luna had her head thrown back on the pillow, Thunder lying beside her. She reached out a hoof and pulled him closer as they both struggled to catch their breath.

"How... how was that?" Thunder huffed through a weary smile.

"Mmm... most excellent. We needed that." replied Luna.

"Glad to... provide." Remembering the sound from earlier, Thunder looked up at the princess with concern. "Say, did... did you hear a click from the doors while we were...at it?"

"We thought so. We were just... too busy living in the moment to pay it any heed." said Luna with a smirk.

"Could somepony get in here? If anyone caught us while we were-" Thunder’s eyes widened as panic threatened to overtake him.

Luna held him close, rubbing his chest with a hoof and laughing gently. "Never fret. The security spells that Celestia and I perform ensure that nopony can enter while either of us are together with you. The doors to the balcony and the hallway outside are especially guarded."

"What kind of spells are they?" asked Thunder.

"Noise cancellation and spatial displacement." Luna replied, her smirk returning.

"Wow, what's that like?" said Thunder, his curiosity peaked.

Before Luna could elaborate further, a mighty yawn escaped her mouth, its sound vibrating around the pair. "We shall discuss the workings of it all later. For now it is enough to know that we are safe.” She smiled at Thunder and cuddled him closer. “Come. Rest with us."

Thunder smiled and relaxed against her. He lay there, enjoying the shared warmth and the last flashed of their afterglow before slipping quietly to sleep.

Author's Note

Clop sections revised and co-written by SongCoyote.