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Cream Pie (Prompt #11: Late Bloomer)
If there’s one thing I can never thank my parents enough for, it’s giving me my name.
My name is Lucky. And as my name implies, my life has been a very prosperous one. I did really well in school, despite never really having to study that hard. I’ve been in a few accidents that could have really crippled me, but made a full recovery with no lasting scars. I’ve even one the Ponyville lottery once; it wasn’t anything I could retire on, but I can say that I live pretty comfortably thanks to winning it. And let’s not forget my talent with mares. I’m pretty good with that as well.
Since I have enough money to keep me supported, I’m independently employed. I hold a job that’s needed for a special event, pay a few bills, and move on to the next one. One week I’m serving as a referee for the Wonderbolts Derby in Canterlot, the next I’m a judge for some small time events. Anything to keep my hooves busy most of the time.
When I’m not working, I like to hang out with some of my colts in a local bar. No it’s not one of those and dreary bars where old ponies drink themselves to death wondering what they’ve done with their life; it’s a pretty lively place that plays music and draws a large crowd. It’s exciting, but it’s still small enough to be a bar. Usually just like to have a few drinks with my friends, talk about our days, what’s happening in town, life in general. After we’ve had enough to drink I say my goodbyes and go home to sleep off my buzz.
Some nights though… like tonight… are a little more interesting.
I walk in the bar and join the guys at the table. They all give me some friendly jabs and I chuckle and greet them as I take my seat. They’ve ordered some shots and were waiting for me to arrive before they had them served. We all clink our glasses together and drink up. Slamming my glass down I take a look around the bar just to see if my vision’s still intact. Whiskey sometimes hits me really quickly, sometimes it doesn’t. While I’m looking around, I lay my eyes on her.
There she is, sitting on the edge of a large table all by herself, no other ponies around her. She’s got a beautiful blonde mane, and I’m really a sucker for blondes. Nice well-kept teal coat, and a small slender face. But there’s one thing that stands out about her: she’s wearing a short and beautiful white skirt, just long enough to cover her flank. Of course it’s not weird for ponies to dress up, but usually its for special occasions, or for their jobs. Here’s this one random beauty, sitting all by herself, that one skirt her only piece of clothing around her. I find myself unable to take my eyes off of it, as I’m unable to figure out just why she’d want to hide that rump of hers from anypony else.
I happen to look up and see that she’s noticed I’m staring. I could nervously avert my gaze and act like I wasn’t staring at her, but then I’d just look like a creeper. Instead I decide to flash a guilty but confident smile. Oops, looks like you caught me! Whatcha gonna do about it?
I see her raise a hoof to her lips and giggle a bit, before she looks back at me with those baby blue eyes of hers. She winks at me and motions for me to come and join her. I look at my buddies who’ve noticed that my attention has been directed elsewhere. They all nod and mouth their good lucks to me; like I even need it.
I trot over to her calmly, don’t want to seem like I’m in too much of a rush. I take a seat and she leans in to my ear so that I can hear her over this blaring music. “You like what you see?” I hear her shout to me.
“Not really!” I reply. “That thing you’re wearing is kind of hiding it from me!”
She laughs hugely and covers her mouth. “You’re not afraid to be honest; I like that!”
“Hey, there’s a lot of me I think you’d like!”
“Oh yeah? You think you’re gonna get lucky tonight?”
“I sure hope so, considering it’s my namesake!” She gives me a look of confusion. “Lucky! That’s my name!”
“Oh really? That’s an awesome name! It fits your cutie mark pretty well!”
“So, I guess I’m not the only one staring huh?” Her eyes go wide, but she still manages to laugh. “What about you? You got a name?”
“Cream Pie!”
“Cream Pie, huh? You a baker?”
“Not exactly!”
“You come here often, Cream Pie?”
“Yeah, I do! But I was just about to head out!”
“Tell you what; you let me pay for your drinks, and I give you a place to go to? Sound good?”
Cream Pie eyes me up and down, biting her bottom lip. “Yeah; I’m game!”
Lucky me! I sit up quickly and let her walk right next to me. As I make my way towards the exit, I motion towards my friends who all start cheering amongst themselves as they see me leave. I also nod towards the bartender who nods back to me, knowing that he can put her drinks on my tab.
After walking a few blocks down in complete silence, except for a few quick glances at each other, we finally make it back to my place. I reach for the lights, but before I can switch them on, I feel Cream Pie push her body against mine, and bury her lips into me. She’s passionately kissing my mouth, but not in the way that says that she’s in love; no, this is definitely a primal need. Shame; I like it if there’s at least a possibility that there might be a connection between us. Oh well, might as well enjoy her while she’s here. I let her push me over and tumble onto my sofa so that she’s laying on top of me. While she’s laying into me, I take the opportunity to rub my hooves against her side and make my way down her body, and slowly rub them against her rump. I feel her bite onto me, a bit surprised at my touch, but enjoying it nonetheless.
“So; you gonna let me see this mystery cutie mark of yours?” I ask, breaking the kiss between us. She smiles and slides off of me, standing on my carpet and shaking her rump at me, her skirt tails flapping as she moves.
“Go ahead; take it off.” Cream taunts me.
That’s one thing I’ve enjoyed about mares who wear clothes. It’s like a Christmas present; half the fun is in unwrapping to see what you get. I move my nose over her backside and plant my teeth upon the waist of her skirt. With the cloth in my mouth, I slowly pull out and down her legs, letting my snout run along her prominent cheeks. I hear her moan a bit just from that small touch, and see her lower her head to the floor so she can show off her stuff properly. I reach a hoof over to one side and turn her over, so I can look at her cutie mark.
Strange, I’m not really sure what it is. It’s some kind of clear liquid, but from it’s texture, it looks sort of sticky; some kind of fluid. Feeling her up like this I can feel something stirring up in my loins. Suddenly something clicks in my mind, and tells me that what I see on her flank might be related to what I’m feeling right now.
“Is that what I think it is?” I ask her, not wanting to make her sound too uncomfortable.
“M hm.” She smiles up at me and licks her lips. Oh boy, lucky doesn’t even describe it! I give her flank a good slap and make her squeal. Hearing her make that noise brings my friend to full attention as he’s dying to meet her. She gasps as she takes a good look at me, and I feel her body begin to tremble. Yeah, I do tend to have that effect on mares from time to time. She quickly turns her body over so that her back is lying on the floor, and her stomach is facing up to me, with her legs spread open wide.
I don’t waste any time. I quickly lay on top of her, and thrust my member inside of her. I hear her cry out as she’s filled up, but see her smile before too long. I brace my forelegs on the floor to keep myself from putting too much weight on her and carefully thrust my hips into her, so that she can enjoy it as much as I do. Oh, she feels so good inside! Her inner walls are clutching tightly to my member, squeezing it for everything it’s worth. I almost want to let go right now, but that’d be selfish of me. She’s trusted me enough to let me take her like this; I’m going to let her enjoy the experience as well. She arches her back and pushes herself into me, so that she can let me get as deep as I can go.
“Ahh!” Cream shouts, her hindlegs twitching a bit as she’s drilled. “Ooh!”
The way she’s reacting really makes it hard. It also makes it difficult for me to concentrate. I can only last for a few more minutes until my own body begins to shake. “Urgh… Agh…” I begin to grunt, as that feeling of release comes closer and closer.
“Don’t…!” she says in between breaths and looking up to me. “Don’t… cum inside me!”
What a drag! Cream Pie feels so good inside, so warm and wet. It’s a shame I have to finish on the outside. Oh well, whatever she wants. I force myself to slip outside of her. I consider shooting off to the side, until I see her close her mouth and open wide. Sure, why not? I reposition myself in front of her and let it fly. My head shoots out a sticky strand over her body and right onto her face, a little bit of it landing in her mouth. Another shot fires with less force and lands on her chest, followed by one last bit that drops onto her stomach. I hear her moan one more time as she squeezes her haunches together, and I watch her marehood flex a bit before spurting out her own fluids, her cute backside trembling from her climax. She opens her eyes and looks up at me. I’m sort of ashamed that I let such a beautiful pony get desecrated in such a way, but it’s what she wanted. I’m not sure what her parents had in mind when they gave her that name, but it sure fits the situation now. Destiny has a funny way of working out sometimes.
Rolling onto her hooves, Cream Pie asks me to point her in the direction of the bathroom. Instead, I take her there myself. Once we’re there, she says she only needs a few minutes. I shake my head and walk towards the tub, and let some warm water pour in. “No, that’s okay.” She says. “I want to get out of your mane quickly.”
“You’re kidding right?” I tell her. “All my life, I’ve considered myself the luckiest stallion in the world. There’s no way I’m gonna let my lucky streak just walk out of my front door like that.” Once the tub is full, I step in and offer her a hoof. She smiles and grabs hold of it, carefully making her way in and sitting in my lap. She dips her head in the water and lets it soak her mane, rinsing her face a bit. I wrap my hooves around her and let her enjoy the warmth, both from the water, and hopefully of the embrace I’m giving her.
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Bad Stallion (Prompt #12: A Pony's Best Friend)
In the midst of the night, beneath her warm quilt, Fluttershy turned from side to side in her sleep. Her face wearing a look of discomfort, her eyes opened up slowly. She looked around to recollect the surroundings of her dark room. She looked at the clock and squinted so she could see the time. She’d been trying for a few hours, but she just couldn’t stay asleep. She worried that she might be up all night and find herself too exhausted to make it to tomorrow’s pony pet play date. Her hindlegs twitched underneath her. For some reason, she just couldn’t get them to stay still at all. She reached down to hold them still a moment.
Mm, that feels nice. Fluttershy thought to herself. She slowly began to rub the sides of her legs in a soothing rhythm. While it didn’t make her any more sleepy, it put her mind at ease for a moment. Her face began to ease into a smile as she massaged her legs, her hooves slowly moving in towards the center of her body. She ran the toe of one hoof across her tummy, letting out a soft giggle as it tickled her yellow coat. The pegasus snuggled her head deep into her pillow as she moved downwards, her hoof eventually reaching in between… down there.
Ooh… that feels very nice… Fluttershy squirmed a bit as she began to caress her nether regions, lightly brushing the surface of her marehood. She could feel a bit of wetness building against her hoof as she touched herself. She gasped, and dug her face into her pillow to suppress an oncoming moan. She realized then why it had been so hard for her to sleep. Goodness, how long has it been since I’ve done this? She asked herself. Two, maybe three weeks? Oh… my… Fluttershy wrapped her hindlegs around her hoof and pushed her hips into them. She was desperate for some sort of relief, but even she knew that her own hooves wouldn’t get her very far.
She knew there was only one option.
Dragging herself out from under her covers, she dropped her head to the floor to look underneath the bed. Her privates cried out in desperation, now starved from the attention they had gotten just a moment ago. She couldn’t help but wiggle her rump in the air a bit; she could imagine how she must look right now, with her head on the floor and her bottom in the air, her caverns wet and begging for some sort of relief from some big strong stallion…
Luckily, she had something almost as good. She drug out a large box from under her bed and pulled the top open. There it was: Fluttershy’s favorite toy in times such as these. Straight from Bad Stallion: Equestria’s Number One store for adult toys. Looking at the package now brought back memories of the day she’d had it. She’d been having a tea party with all of her friends when her doorbell rang. Derpy had a large brown box hanging from her teeth, no special labels on it at all. Fluttershy almost didn’t know what it was, until she’d seen the address. She gasped out loud at recognizing it, but quickly stopped herself as not to gather any suspicion from her friends. She’d told them that it was a new feeding device for her pets, and told them she’d open it later… after they’d left.
Fluttershy took the device in her teeth and climbed back into bed. She put it down and took a nice long look at it. It was so… big, and… wide. It had a nice ring and even a small vein going up the shaft. It had a smooth flat head, and even a well-sized pair of testicles at the bottom. She licked her lips as she eyed her toy up and down. Leaning her head in, Fluttershy ran her tongue up the long rod up towards the top. She knew that wasn’t what it was meant for, but she didn’t care; it still excited her a bit. She liked to pretend that she’d do the same thing for a stallion she loved some day. He’d put his hooves against her mane and softly pet her as she put her lips around the head of his colthood, and pushed herself down his shaft. As she worked herself down now, she could feel it push the back of her throat slightly. She was careful not to push too hard and make herself gag liked the first night she’d tried it. Fluttershy began to move her mouth up and down the toy at an increased speed as she imagined the colt of her dreams grunting a bit from how excited her motions made him. When she knew the moment was right, she’d keep her lips in the middle and suck as firmly as she could. He’d thrust into her as she let his semen fill her mouth. It would be yucky of course, but she would still enjoy it, as long as it made him happy. He’d smile at her and touch her ear gently. “Good girl.” He’d whisper to her softly.
“Ooh!” Fluttershy cooed faintly as she let her mouth go of her toy. She could feel her marehood tingling with want and desire. It begged her to stop teasing herself, and give it the attention it craved. She dipped her head to the side to pull one other object from the box her apparatus had arrived with: a large bottle filled with imitation colt semen. She opened the container up and poured a large amount onto the tip of her toy, until it had a fairly thick coating on it. Fluttershy lay back on her sides, her head pressed against her pillow with her hindlegs spread, one of them in the air. Pressing a switch on the device, she brought it close to her lips and let it rub against her.
Fluttershy cried out loud as she felt it vibrate against her. Her legs began to twitch violently at the new sensation, but she fought to gain control of herself. She brought the device out and straightened it so that the head pressed against her folds. She gulped, then gently pressed the shaft into herself. “Mmf!” she yelped as it filled her insides so thoroughly. Her inner walls instinctively wrapped around the shaft and welcomed the hard and slippery object inside of her. She forced herself to pull it back, before she firmly pushed it back in again. She’d used a perfect amount of lubrication for it; slick enough to maneuver in and out of her, but still letting it grip onto her to give her that tickle she loved.
Fluttershy bit her lip as she pushed her head even deeper into her pillow. She absolutely loved this feeling! She loved the feeling of being so naughty, of casting off her image of being so prudish and letting her desires take over for once. But even more than that, she loved the idea of a colt doing this to her. She’d spent her whole life taking care of her pets, and loving every moment of it. She wanted somepony to take care of her for a change. She wanted that pony to hold her in bed, whether it was a gentle hug, or a firm grasp against her rump; she didn’t care. The idea of her being submissive to a colt she was in love with drove her wild.
“Ah…” she moaned as she felt that tingle in her nethers begin to build rapidly. She closed her eyes and tried to envision that colt of her dreams bracing himself and plowing his hips into her, as she rapidly drove the plastic shaft in and out of her soaking marehood. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhh… eep!” Fluttershy’s hindlegs tensed as she shook her hinquarters and let her fluids spurt from her inner walls. A calming sense of relief overtook her body as she let out a loud sigh of relief. “Ahh…”
Without warning, she felt something strike her head. Rubbing her temples, Fluttershy looked beside her and noticed a carrot that hadn’t been there before. Her upper body quickly stood upright as she felt her face burn with embarrassment. “S-sorry… Angel bunny. I should be more quiet.” Reaching for the cleaning rag and disinfectant in her box, she sprayed and wiped off her toy and put it back in its place, so that it was ready for the next time she needed it. She pushed it back into its place under her bed, and jumped back to get cozy underneath her covers once again. As she breathed another sigh of relief, she quickly let the joy of dreamland find her.
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Royal Duties (Prompt #20: Sun and Moon)
My name is Crowell. I am a Lieutenant in Princess Celestia’s royal guard division. We are a group of stallions with one true purpose: to escort and protect our princess of the day at any cost. In times of peace such as these, most of the citizens declare us as “ceremonial” or otherwise of little use other than to look fancy. Be that as it may, we take our duties seriously, and should anything ever threaten her, we have sworn to put our very lives in between the princess and whatever danger may threaten her.
However, there is one special duty that I have been assigned, that none of my men in the service have knowledge of. Or if they do, they know better than to ask me about it. I sometimes wonder if my special duty even has a title in the service, or if it’s something that’s been orchestrated by only her, without officially passing it through legislation.
It’s not often that I’m presented with this task, but when I am, the invitation is always the same. I’ll be standing by her bedroom doorway just as she’s about to turn in for the night. She’ll pass in between me and whoever else is positioned beside me to guard the entrance. Before Princess Celestia fully enters her room though, her flowing tail will pass right underneath my stomach and brush along my hairs ever so slightly, that even other soldier wouldn’t notice. I’ll wait approximately one hour, enough time for her to finish her bath and her attendants to make their way out, and then I’ll instruct the solider next to me to some menial task away from the door. That’s when I enter, and tend to this special task of mine.
And tonight just so happens to be one of these nights. After clearing the entranceway and stepping into her room, I sigh in relief, letting my guard down a bit. I can already feeling my own member slipping out of its sheath, not all the way up, but standing at half mast. The princess is already on her bed, with her bathrobe still covering her form, all except for one part of her.
Her rump lays uncovered before me. She’s lying with her back facing towards me, while she runs one of her hooves across one of her prominent cheeks. She looks back at me with a sultry smile, not directly making eye contact with me, but at least acknowledging my presence. Watching her stroke her own behind just excites me even more, until she gives herself a light spank. I can’t get much harder after that.
“Approach me.” Her majesty says softly, turning over onto her front, so that I can get a good view of my prize. It’s something she does so that she doesn’t have to face me, I presume. How I’d love to hold her head in my hooves, turn her over and just tell her that I like it better when she faces me while I service her.
However, there are rules for this. First and foremost is that there is no direct eye contact. I don’t believe I have ever made that sort of contact with her in all my years of service, though I wish I could say otherwise. She has the most beautiful eyes from what I have seen of her, and I would do anything to lose myself in them.
I trot over to her and take my position, placing both my forehooves on either side of her while I straddle my hindlegs over her rear. I can see that my shaft is right above her buttocks, the head already giving off a bit of my own seed from how ready I am to get to work. But the second rule is that I do not enter her unless she gives me permission. Some night she never does, and I’m forced to use alternative methods to please her. Not that I actually despise the taste of her by any means.
Nonetheless, I begin to run my hoof across her majesty’s back gently. The third rule is that I may touch her, but nowhere that is hidden by her tail or underside. I can touch her wings if they are outstretched. While I run my hoof across her back, I see her move her upper body a bit like she’s trying to get comfortable. I also hear her make a bit of noise under her breath. It has me a bit curious…
I decide to run my touch up her body a bit, and stroke just along the sides of her. I hear her giggle a bit, before she moves her back upwards and lets her large white wings stretch out from both sides, accompanied by a powerful flap as they unfold. It always looks so amazing when she does that; like angels’ wings about to fly off towards the heavens. I lean even closer to her, pressing my shaft in against the crevasse of her fair rump. It isn’t my intention to do so, but rather a happy accident. I move my hoof up across her wing, letting it brush against every visible feather on her form.
“Mm…” I hear my princess coo beneath me. I want to kiss her so much now. But curse the fourth rule: no kissing. Since I can’t have that, I settle for the next best thing. I reach my head right above the back of her neck, and breathe softly on her. “Aah!” She moans, burying the side of her head into her large mattress. “E-enter!”
Finally! I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to keep myself out of her as it was. I move my rod into position just outside of her dripping marehood. She’s lucky that another rule states “no teasing”, otherwise I would have reveled in rubbing the underside of my rod across her lips, making her beg for more. Instead, I opt to puickly slide inside of her, hearing her cry out in passion.
I always find myself exhilarated with how good her majesty feels inside. She’s so warm and tight around me, despite that her size is much bigger than mine. I enter with ease, but as soon as the head of my shaft hits the end of her insides, I feel her clench around me, as if her chambers are desperate to keep me from fully leaving. I force my way back as I pull out of her, and ram my hips into her, her excited wetness giving me the perfect lubrication I need to slide in and out of her. With the first few pumps I give her, she throws her head back and moans, her tongue hanging out in enjoyment.
“Oh, Cro-!” my ears perk up a moment as I wonder if she was about to say my name. She quickly shuts her mouth and buries her head back into her mattress. Though she still moans and cries out, her noises are muffled by the sheets on her bed. The only communication I get from her body now is that of her glorious rump forcing its way into me with each pump I give her, trying to let me get as deep as I can within her.
I can feel my hoof twitching across her rump. I want to give it a good spank so much. Curse all of these rules! But I suppose that’s why it’s still my job, and nothing more.
While I continue to move into her, I can feel her body shuddering. Her bottom begins to wiggle as she pushes back into me. She’s close, I know it. I opt to move my hoof across her flank slowly, carefully. She said no spanking, never said anything about caressing.
“Mm…” I can hear her muffle into the sheets. She sounds so adorable when she’s about to come, like she’s ashamed of herself in a way. “Mmah!” In that final moment, I can feel her let go all over me. Her final release gives me more than enough to slide out of her with ease, just in time to fulfill the rule pertaining to this moment: do not release seed inside of her.
My hips still ache to push inside of her, so they mimic the rhythm of pumping into her, until my poor and throbbing rod shoots a strand of filmy white all over her own beautiful white cheeks. There’s quite a few loads that I shoot onto her, as she hasn’t asked me for my services in quite a few months. When I’m finally done, I levitate a cloth towards her and begin to wipe off what I’ve left on her. After all, the final rule dictates that I don’t leave any visible traces on her body. That rule I don’t mind. After all, I want my princess looking regal when she wakes up the next morning. After she looks clean, I give her a loving pat. Probably a mistake, even if it’s not an explicit rule. I look to her head and expect a sort of angry glow for what I’ve done, but… nothing. No anger, no appreciation, just still facing away from me.
“Thank you, Lieutenant.” She says. “That will be all.”
And so, with my job done, I take my form off of her bed. She rolls herself over and pulls her blankets over herself, quickly drifting off into sleep. My shaft slowly begins to recede back into it’s sheath, but my heart still feels a bit exposed. I enjoy servicing her in this way, but I wish that I could do more. She’s spent so many nights gazing at the stars when she raises the moon; I just wish that I could comfort her more than just physically.
However, that is not my job. I bow to her, even though she most likely does not see it, and exit her bedchambers to resume my nightly post. The soldier I had sent off returns shortly after I take my position, none the wiser that I had ever even left.
And with that, another night passes in the Canterlot Palace. Perhaps our princess will find some solace in the Summer Sun Celebration in the next few days. Her best student is supposedly handling the supervision for preparations, so that might give her some comfort. If she’s in a good mood, perhaps I might even ask her if…
I shake my head a moment. Silly thoughts of mine. I really ought to stop thinking like that if I want to keep my job.
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Wet Dream (Prompt #75: Oasis)
“We are taking time out for ourselves to enjoy a stroll through our kingdom!” Princess Luna stated loudly as she stormed out of her throne room, her night guards tailing her closely. She turned about to face them. “And we command thee not to follow us!”
“Out of the question, your highness.” The eerie guardian hissed as he spoke. “We wish we could respect your privacy, but royal decree has stated that any princess who leaves the royal palace must be accompanied by her guards.”
“ We are royal decree!” Luna stamped her hoof in frustration. “And we are decreeing you to leave us be!”
“You were not the one who wrote the decree, your highness, therefore your jurisdiction is out of your hooves. It falls solely to-!”
“We know who it falls to.” She interrupted dismally, looking down at her hooves. Looking back up at her guards, she puffed her chest out a bit. “Very well. You shall accompany us on our stroll.” Turning away from them, she began to walk out of the palace, letting the night breeze waft through her starlit mane. She looked to either side of her, taking note that her guards had joined her outside. She immediately pushed herself off of the ground and flew up into the sky at an alarming pace, the two stallions looking up at her in distress.
“If you wish to accompany your princess, then you had better provide the means to keep up with her!” Once she was in the air, she conjured up her magic to produce a giant aura around her body, which conjured up a black cloud that masked her from view. The guards squinted their eyes to see, and were surprised by a spark and a bright beam of black energy shooting outwards, the sound of laughter fading from their ears as it flew away.
“After her!” One of them cried out, both of them taking a hasty flight.
“Since when could our princess fly so fast?” The other questioned.
“Never mind, fool! We mustn’t let her get too far!”
Down below were they stood and adjacent to the entrance to the palace, a dark form stepped out from the shadows. Looking up at the sky at the guards, now a great distance from her, Luna smiled and brought a hoof to her mouth to keep herself from laughing too much. Her ruse had worked, and she now had the privacy she sought. Flapping her wings, she once again took to the skies, and made her way towards the sleeping city of Ponyville.
The last few days had been very sleepless for Princess Luna. Ever since her return to her kingdom, Luna had spent most of her time behind closed doors, rekindling lost time with her sister. She had lost touch with her subjects, and felt a need to connect with them again, prompting her appearance at the Nightmare Night festival. Though the start had been rocky, the overall night had been a success, and the princess of the night had felt a new connection in seeing her subjects celebrate her night.
However, this new connection also brought about new feelings within her. Seeing a collection of such young and attractive mares and colts served to remind Luna of just how long it had been since she had felt another pony’s touch. She found her mind wandering to the sight of seeing the manes of such beautiful ladies in their scantily clad costumes, and the men with their robust bodies. She was ashamed to admit that she had been guilty of trying to peek in between their legs, an act shameful even by a school filly’s standards. Her mind was so consumed by lust most days, that she spent her time sleeping with a pillow between her legs, desperately humping the form to make the tingle between her haunches go away.
Tonight, she resolved to make those thoughts go away. Taking stance on top of Ponyville’s City Hall, she began to scour the town of its sleeping residents. She began to close her eyes and let her magic fill her senses. She was still rusty with this type of magic, and she had to concentrate hard to get a sense of the dream realm that all the citizens had resided themselves to.
She could faintly detect the sounds of laughter and playing. She presumed she was intercepting the sound of a child’s happy dreams. Children had such wonderful dreams she remembered watching so many eons ago… but tonight was not a night for that. Reworking her magic, she found herself listening to another pony, a mare, giggling and whispering sweet nothings to another pony, who responded with a feminine voice. Luna smiled a bit; from what she could hear, the pony in question seemed to have a mind for just the kind of fun she was looking for. But alas, Luna’s loins begged her for a different kind of touch, and there was only so much a mare could do. Luna needed something inside of her. Something long, hard, and warm. Something to penetrate her and give her the feeling she had been deprived of for so long.
Once again reconfiguring the perception of her magic, she listened for voices. She could hear something… the voice of a stallion. She strained to hear what he was saying.
“Sassaflash…” he began, his voice dripping with affection. “You are the most beautiful mare I’ve ever known.” Yes! She thought to herself. This sounds as if it’s going in the right direction! Luna took flight off of the building and followed the voice through the town, homing in on its source. It brought her to a marvelous boutique, one most likely suited for dressmaking. Is this where his voice was coming from?
“It’s no problem.” The voice said. “I wouldn’t imagine taking anypony else out here than you, my dear.” No, it was coming from a house right next to it. Swooping down and looking through the window, she saw the form of an amber pony with brown hair laying on his back, a smile on his face. “Such a beautiful night… for my beautiful lady.” With an eager smile on her face, Luna phased herself through the wall and entered his bedroom. She strained herself to conjure her magic into a new form, with her eyes locked on the pony in bed. She found her vision rushing up to him, until it seemed she would collide with his face.
Looking around at her surroundings, Princess Luna found herself at the edge of a hill, crisp grass surrounding her hooves and her twinkling stars brightening the area around her. She looked to her right and saw the stallion she had seen in bed, gazing up at the stars. Approaching from behind, she watched him until he turned to face her.
“Princess… Luna?” he asked, confusion in his voice.
“Hello there, subject. What is thy name?” Luna requested.
“Caramel… Caramel Apple.”
“’Tis a pleasure, Caramel. We hope that you do not find our presence in your dreams to be intrusive.” She sauntered ahead and sat by his side as she spoke to him.
“I’m… dreaming?” Caramel asked, looking at his hooves.
“Yes, thou art in a dream. I find it quite flattering that even in your sleep, you still manage to envision my night sky.” Caramel smiled sheepishly at her praise. “Tell me, Caramel: who is Sassaflash?”
“Sassaflash?” he responded, a bit startled. “Er, nopony. Just a friend of mine.”
“Is she merely a friend, and nothing more? We heard you speak her name more than once in your subconscious.”
Caramel looked off to the side and took a deep breath. “She’s a beautiful pegasus.” He began. “She helped me find the grass seeds during the last Winter Wrap Up after I lost them. After that, I started noticing her in the skies more often. Sometimes I’ll keep my head up so high looking for her, I’ll forget to look where I’m going and end up crashing into things while I’m walking.”
Luna smirked while listening to Caramel’s drawl. “I see. You care very deeply for this pegasus, do you not?” Caramel nodded his head. Leaning in close to his head, a tiny spark of magic illuminated from her horn.
“W-what are you-?”
“Ssh, just relax. I am examining your inner thoughts. I would like to see what this mare looks like if you care so deeply for her.” With the magic still apparent, Luna tilted her head back and let a magical vortex spin out from her horn, letting it surround her form. Her body began to glow a bright white, as it shrank and changed its shape. When the illumination subsided, it was clear that Luna’s dark sapphire coat had changed to one of a light arctic, and her swirling mane of stars had taken the form of a simple golden one with bangs just over her eyes. “Something like this…?” Luna asked Caramel, who sat in stunned silence as he gazed upon her.
“Whoa… you look just like her.”
Luna giggled and tuft her mane in response. Scooting closer to him, she leaned her head against his shoulder. “Whatever is the matter, fair Caramel?” she asked, feeling his body tense as she made contact with him.
“Is this really okay?” Caramel asked apprehensively. “Am I really allowed to touch a princess like this?”
“Oh, but Caramel, I am no princess; I’m Sassaflash.” She replied, winking up at him with a smile. She began to rub her hoof along his chest and down to his stomach. “You can do whatever you’d like with me.”
Hesitantly, the dark orange stallion reached over and touched Luna’s body, brushing her sides just above her ribcage. Oh, that’s nice! She thought to herself as she shivered from his touch. Yes, please keep touching me! Feeling her excitement rise, Luna raised herself up and moved over to sit on Caramel’s lap. Pressing their stomach’s together, she looked deep into his cerulean eyes. She felt his hooves take hold of her face as he leaned in, and kissed her lips. She tilted her head back at his embrace and gave herself to him, feeling him lean back against the ground so that she was fully on top of him. Luna quickly took control of the situation, hardly able to keep her desire in check, and began rapidly pecking at his lips. “Oh, my dear Caramel!” she cried out softly. “I want you so terribly.”
“Do you really, Lu- er, Sass?” Caramel corrected himself, looking up at the mare on top of him with uncertainty.
“Oh, yes!” Luna affirmed enthusiastically. “I can feel your love for me brimming from your body, and I wish for us to express it so!” Luna felt herself jump when she felt something poke against her backside. Oh, please tell me that’s what I think it is! She thought, turning her head slightly to gaze behind her. She could see Caramel’s long and dark orange rod resting against her rump. With a devious smile, she moved herself so that her lips slid up and down the top of his length. “Don’t you want to as well?”
“Yeah.” Caramel replied, in a large breath. “I do! You’re so beautiful, Sass. And I want to make you feel beautiful.”
Oh, he’s an affectionate one! Luna thought as she looked down on him. She wasted no time in lifting her lower body up more, pushing herself down to take in the head of his length. “Ehh- ahhh!” Luna cried out at feeling him enter her.
“Y-you okay, sweetie?” the stallion asked, his body tense and his face full of worry.
“Oh, yes!” she replied, unable to contain the grin forming on her face. “It feels wonderf- ah- ahhh…” Luna pushed her hips down further, savoring every moment of feeling his thick shaft push deep into her chambers. She felt him bottom out just as it tickled her cervix. She could have used a bit more, but this was good for now. She forced herself to pull back up to stroke along his throbbing flesh, and watched his face stretch out from the feeling she was providing him, and he braced his hooves on either side of his hips. “Darling…” she drawled. “Oh, you feel so wonderful inside of me! Oh I’ve missed-!” Luna quickly shut her mouth before she uttered something questionable. “I’ve… longed for this feeling so much!”
The stallion underneath breathed out hard from feeling his length overcome by the form of his marefriend. Luna struggled to keep herself composed as best she could, but couldn’t help but hang her tongue out in happiness. She had missed the feeling of being filled up by a hot throbbing stallion for so long, it was amazingly fulfilling.
“Sass… I’m gonna…” Luna felt his length twitch inside of her as he closed his eyes and his face began to scrunch.
“No no no, not yet!” Luna cried out in a panic. I’m not done yet! Hastily reaching down and grabbing his hoof, she pushed it against her pulsing clitoris and moved it up and down. “Yes yes yes yes yes- ahhhh!” she moaned out loud, feeling herself splash all down his flesh, while a warm rush of his semen filled her up completely. “Mmm… that was wonderful.” Feeling woozy, she began to feint to the side, seeing the pony before her fade away, along with the rest of her surroundings.
Stirring awake, Luna found herself lying on the floor of a bedroom that wasn’t hers. Moving around, she felt a slightly warm wetness between her hindlegs. Smiling to herself, she rubbed them together to revel in the sensation of an enjoyably wet dream, and sighed out in contentment. Hm… seems too much excitement makes it difficult for me to remain in somepony’s dreams. She thought, pulling herself up to a standing position. She looked across at the bed in front of her, and saw Caramel still asleep in his bed, a visible wet spot on the covers over his lap. She made her way over to him and brushed his mane with her hoof.
“Fare thee well, Caramel. We thank you for providing us with a satisfying dream. And we wish thee the best of luck in capturing the target of thy heart’s desire.” Phasing through the wall, Luna took flight once again, enjoying the cool night breeze through her mane, and between her damp hindlegs.
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Best Part of Waking Up (Prompt #95: Early Riser)
Shining Armor stood tall at the top of the icy mountain. Gazing over the frozen terrain, he looked towards the sky and stretched out his large feathery wings before taking flight. The cool air breeze felt so exhilarating against his coat, and filled him with such joy that he felt the urge to somersault in the air, and spin as he soared forward.
Wow, this feels amazing! He thought as he plunged through the air. It did feel wonderful… a bit too wonderful. He could feel a tickle in his lower body rising up and spreading throughout his chest. He could hardly concentrate on flying, and the sky above him began to dissipate and change form, losing its bright and sunny glow.
Shining Armor’s eyes began to adjust to the darkness as he looked up and made out the form of the ceiling of his bedroom. He sighed at losing the thrill of being a winged unicorn flying through the air… but the exciting feeling still lingered in his chest. His lips scrunched up as he felt that ticklish pulling feeling in his groin. What is going on down there? The unicorn wondered, as he directed his sight downward. He noticed a rather large lump above his lap, and it seemed to be moving just slightly. He dipped a hoof under the covers and illuminated his horn to see what was there. He was welcomed by the sight of his lovely wife, Princess Cadance, with her mouth wrapped softly around his stiff shaft, her head ever slowly moving up and down his length. “C-Cadance?” he asked a combination of surprise and grogginess apparent in his voice.
Her mouth full of his flesh, Cadance directed her eyes up to him and beamed, before she pulled her lips up and let him out of her with a soft pop. “Morning honey.” She greeted him.
“Morning. What’s this all about?” Shining asked with a confused chuckle.
“I just woke up a little while ago to use the restroom. And when I came back, I saw you lying on your back, with you pitching a rather large tent between your legs.” She giggled as she spoke, her hoof lightly grazing the side of his shaft. “You just looked so adorable, I felt like sneaking under the covers and having a little fun with it.”
The stallion smiled as his erection throbbed in her hoof. “I love you sweetheart.” He said as he pushed the covers off of her head and touched her cheek with his hoof.
“I love you too.” She replied. “Want me to keep going?”
“Oh yeah! Um, yeah, please do.” She said. Cadance extended her tongue and pushed it against the base of his shaft, ever so slowly pulling it upwards. She kept her eyes up towards her husband even as she reached the top and placed the flat of her tongue against his head, licking up the drip of precum she had milked out of him from licking up against him.
“Mm…” Cadance hummed as she licked him up. Shining Armor didn’t look away from her once, watching her every bit as she stretched her lips over his length again and took him fully in her mouth. He realized how beautiful Cadance looked now, even with her violet hair still in curlers from sleeping, and her cheeks stretched to accommodate his shaft. He rubbed his hoof up her cheek and brushed her ear softly, eliciting a pleased giggle from her. While he stroked her ear, she slowly pushed her mouth down his rod, while she in turn raised her rump in the air a bit, her lower body still draped by the blanket.
“Haa… hnn…” Shining Armor shifted his forelegs at either side of his wife’s head. The grogginess from being awakened from his dream made it extremely difficult for him to suppress his urge to cum. Cadance’s mouth felt so nice against him, it would be a shame to let it end so early. He thrust his hips up into her mouth only once before he strained to calm himself and lay back down in bed.
His wife however had other plans. Cadance brushed the toe of her hoof against his inner thigh and moved it in towards his groin until she reached his sack. She gently placed her hoof under his balls and raised them up against his throbbing length. Moving her lips even faster up and down, pumping him for everything he was worth, she lightly tickled his taint with the toe of her hoof.
“Nnngh… ahhh, oh Cadance! Ahhh!” Shining Armor exclaimed as he dropped his hoof from his wife’s head and held tightly onto the mattress below him. He felt a heavy stream of his cum surge through the head of his large in a few heavy streams. Cadance’s eyes opened wide at the first stream, and she yelped with her mouth still affixed around him. Squeezing her eyes shut, she quickly pulled her mouth off of him, as he let another spurt out across her face. With her lips scrunched up, she swallowed the load in her mouth, and let out an exhausted sigh.
“S-sorry!” Shining Armor said, looking quite embarrassed.
“No no, it’s fine!” Cadance reassured him, licking her lips of what he had just shot onto her. “It didn’t taste bad or anything, it was just… a LOT more than I was ready for.” Her husband had an uneasy look on his face. “Sweetie, really, I’m okay. First time, that’s all.”
The unicorn smiled as he looked at his wife, beaming at him with a thick strand of cum across her face. “Come here.” He beckoned Cadance. She crawled up to him, and he gently wiped off his own seed from her face and against the bed, before wrapping his forelegs around her, pulling her in a hug as he lay back against his pillow. “You did a great job for your first time.” Cadance giggled as she snuggled her head against him.
“Want me to get breakfast started?” she asked him.
“Nah. Just stay here with me for a bit.” He said with his eyelids already closed fast. “Then I can return the favor if you want me to.”
“Oh my.” Cadance chuckled. “I think you’ll need to get some rest before you try that. You still sound pretty tired.”
“Mhm.” The unicorn said before he passed out, keeping his princess held tight against his chest.
