Canterlot Grape Vine: Chapter One - The Nightly Phantom

The glowing moon hangs high in the clear night sky of the bustling metropolis of Canterlot. Despite the flooding of city light the gentle rays of nature caresses one resting unicorn all alone in a city of thousands. It pieces the room, casting itself onto the azure pony. His restless legs kick at his covers as his erratic thoughts over take his dreams. As if being influenced by another, the mass of his body rolls leaving him face up. The moon brushes against him, but rather than causing waking like a painful burst of light it was calming like the touch of a close one; caressing his tender curves gently.

A pressure floated onto his chest. It was a hefty weight, but the slumbering pony felt no fear or concern. The blurred figure rubs its hooves around the sleeping beauty; exploring the unicorns form and feeling his curves under his soft, slightly mated fur. The masseuse continues to press into the squirming equine, a slit of a smile appearing on his face as the anonymous victory touched him. Warmth seemed to surround him and penetrate his very being. The covers slowly drifted down his torso, becoming less and less necessary.

The silvery hair of the slightly tipsy thing seems to shine in Luna’s majesty… or perhaps that was just his horn. Just as the boy thought he’d be lost in the touches, they abruptly stopped. A quiet whimper leaves him, his chest rises searching in vain for the touch. Shivers take for a moment, a moist object meets his neck; eagerly the unicorn turns his head, submitting to the loving gesture. The lowly male rubs his hands into his front, wanting to feel the glorious love against him. A deep, primal urge starts to take root and grow. His more intimate parts display his passions.

Breathing heavily, his hot air leaves him as the passion boils up in the fire pit of his gut. The blue pony grips into the sheets, the cool air meeting his mast like that off a kiss. He was ready. So ready for whatever his phantom wanted it threatened to burn him, but that was of no concern to the lusting, needy boy. It felt like an eternity as the spirit teased his sensitive body, causing him to coo and groan for release that just didn’t seem to come.

A bright, over-powering light hits the delusional stallion. His eyes squeeze shut to resist, but the blasphemous light of the sun causes his eyes to peek. The non-existent contract was broken by trying to see the strange lover, thus breaking the spell. Lying on the bed, still in a state of shock and physical frustration, his breaths are deep as he tries to regain his composure. The cream brown eyes adjust to the intrusive lighting and look down at his arousal, a deep blush filling his face. The inflated muscle flexes and smacks his stomach, just as furious about having no release.

Resisting the call of just closing his eyes to find his dream lover, the trembling male sits up and rather lazily lets his hooves fall to the hard floor with a loud CLOP. His body was quick to give him another slap as he stood, still scolding him. These strange encounters have been occurring for what felt like a decade but in reality were only about a year in constant resurgence. It felt so real and fulfilling, as pathetic as that was.

Waking up, the blue unicorn wiggles his body like a wet dog, stretching all the soreness away. His cutie mark, a drawing quill, bounced on his frame as his notable posterior moved. Moving over to his side table he preemptively turned the alarm off once again. No rest for the weary (or the needy for that matter). His vision looked over to the mounds of paper on the ebony colored table. It’s a miracle the old thing hasn't collapse into a pill of rusted metal and wood. Books and sketches a like littered its surface; many of the books taken from the three ceiling high selves around the room.

Looking on the pill of papers, a set of envelopes sat in plain sight. “SILVER TIP JOB APPLICATION” is boldly written on the front of each. Ah, those are due today. Silver Tip levitates the letter to his day pack, hoping to finally find working in the busy town better than watching people work in a library. First things first, something must be done about his rather encumbering package. Limply, the meat swings from side to side, a lewd sight indeed. Rather hastily, the flustered male grabs a quite used bottle of lubricant and his trusty “toy.” Thankfully being in such a heavily populate area had the perk of being able to slip in and out of shops mostly unnoticed.

Ever since the surreal dreams started to greet Silver at night, he found he was getting much more… potent urges with each visit of his fantastical spirit. At first, the artisan pony found he ogled ponies more. Not that he abused the privilege to see an attractive pony, and it had actually helped in his career endeavors some- helping him to see ponies in a new light. What surprised him most is he started to follow his fellow males more than ever before. Though the more he looked the more he liked; why had he never thought to take in the sights of all the attractive ponies before his auburn gaze was beyond recollection.

Walking past a magazine kiosk, the every awakening pony eyed a few books that just instantly made him stop. One was a hunky young man with a yellow coat and bright orange on his back with a “conveniently” censoring cowboy hat atop his crotch. The look on his face was a mix of innocence and playful seduction. It was plan to see he was quite the strong male, his muscles ripple through his coat gorgeously. “PLAYCOLT: Come inside the barn…” read proudly across the top. Another next to it had a very alluring gentlecolt, spread out on an elegant bed spread, his large flank to the lucky camera, and clade in nothing but striped socks. The colt had a piercing gaze with deep blue eyes, a “come hither” look plastered on his effeminate muzzle. “PLAYCOLT: Waiting for you.” Staring for a moment his peeping was interrupted, “Hey this ain’t no library, buy something already.” Embarrassed, the blue colt hastily grabbed the viewing material and threw the bits at the stand owner.

The seductive phantom came again and with it more thoughts about personal wants. The penetrating feeling that the dreamer received was just exquisite. Filling every crevice of his being, and it was just so warm. It seemed to be fueled by the perversion of imagination- it tickled the artisan pony adoring how much bolder it grew. A longing to find a suitable replacement or substitute became a constant quest. While out-and-about, a local “novelty” shop caught the burnished eyes. It housed rather depraved having cruel pranks, overtly offensive souvenirs, and the rather distinct sent of smoke. However, despite its branding the employees were nice enough, if eccentric, but really what wasn't in this town? It was then he found something that he swore made his eyes were radiating hearts (though that could have been the Love Party Beacon 3000™ in the back with him).

After taking every shady back alley he could think of to get home and dodging everypony; hiding the ungodly blush on his face from his most recent purchase in-spite of it probably being even more suspicious than just having a shy, blushing male calmly walking with a techni-colored back with no label in a shopping district. He knew those forty bit where going to burn when rent was due, but in that moment he was more interested in how it would make him feel. Hoof trembling he opened the door to his apartment and dove into his room, cringing as the door slammed shut behind him.

Like a child opening a present the day before holiday, Silver Tip dumps the contents onto his mattress hastily. A cherry bottle of lube and a large phallic object wrapped in its casing fall out, the room goes daftly silence. The sound of the anxious stallion’s heart beat ticking at him as he glanced over the long, veiny forged dong. As the packaging was undone, a strong chemical smell left but quickly dissipated. Just holding it in hoof felt right.

Misty water poured down the gasping male’s body as it soothed his every fiber of muscle in his system. His hooves shuffled as he adapted to the waterfall of liquid, adjusting the nozzle. A sigh of hefty satisfaction rolled out as Silver Tip the steam rose. The shower was a tad claustrophobic, but in this instant was perfect for his intended use of it. The lusty equine flipped his tail up; a proud male penetrated the now deep fog. At first glance it was a little under-whelming compared to the typical size of a stallion, but after greeting him several times now his method of play was at least in practice.

Not wanting to be rude, the flush gate keeper the machine-made phallus fly to his fore hooves and sitting right in-front of his face. Silver’s gaze lidded as he rubbed the scented mixture into its hid. A gulp slide down his neck as he thought about all the alien things that haunted him- his tongue coated his lips as the guest was ready to be served. As the dong flopped onto his buns, his member was re-invigorated with life giving blood. It pats him like a good pet to its master, dabbles of pre even leave strings from his coat to the tip.

The plumb derriere moves on its own accord, allowing the aid to fall and catching it right against the dark blue ring of Silver’s anus. Pausing, his hips swiveled back into the toy, taking the tapered head; a disappointed grunt of displeasure leaves him and instinct pulls him away to recover. Shivers travel down his synapses- it didn't bother him but his disappointment in the slowness of progression has always been one of his faults. Though there was always something about a touch of pain that struck him as a good motivator. A hairline adjustment and the azure unicorn was ready, pressing the tip into his being.

The ring of muscle hugging the invader gave off a dull, aching feeling as the humble guest was offered his services. Softly, Silver’s hips bounced on what feel like it should be double its stated dimensions. Pain and bliss mixed like a sorcerer’s naught concoction; the brew caused his lips to tremble under the power and his eyes go half-lid. The azure pony’s manhood bucked up full with lust, pre dripping from the tip, betraying his bliss.

Silver’s head rolls and his fore hooves clench as his still inexperienced hole was opened up to the member. Even though the artisan was in full control, a part of him still felt wild and frenzied; the pseudo-satisfaction from the toy still surprised him- a Spector of his night-pleasures no doubt. The shaft slowly started to enter his depths. His lips parted and a piety moan escaped his throat. His muscles clutch the toy tightly, soaking in the details of its craftsmanship. The hot air filled him and left him in large passes. A hard barrier of his inners was but a minor inconvenience as the forgiving, generous head took him by this point.

By the ever guiding limbs of his guest, his hips bounce on the shaft completely; the cool touch of the glass causes the occasional surprised gasp, along with a pass-making bump. Silver’s voice and cries of seemed a tad higher than normal with very feminine sounding pips and groans. His back arches up, causing the rod to scrap his walls- A surprisingly sultry moan would hit the giving boy as he took in the signals; it was strange in its placement, but it definitely was intoxicating all the same.

The nearly black and grey marble horsecock bobbing up-and-down, makes loud smacking sounds against the rutting Silver’s gut. Its hardness is incredible- the intense feeling of its completeness and easily tantalized flesh only adds to the anal pleasure. Blood that burns with a white-hot intensity flows through the member and makes the veins throb. The wispy light of magic started to show in the haze of fulfilling one’s wants. Nectar oozes from the flesh and falls to the wet ground; a shaky hoof reached down to embrace it.

Wisps of moans left the rutting pony with every breath. His hoof gripped his throbbing phallus tightly as it traveled across its length; it seems to glide down his member, the slickness making the self-stimulation all that more satisfying. The stroking hoof blurred as it tried to let his pent up arousal out. The glass was cold as it met his fat rump smacked again it- also meeting the plump balls of the other worldly guest. “Ahhhh!” He cried out as he took the veiny dong into his deepest parts of his body. The hot red blush filled his faces and his eyes rolled back into his skull.

A blue light shined from his horn while the vapid tide broke the preverbal dame of restraint. Thick, creamy ejaculate shot out of the flared tip of his dong- coating the walls and floor of the shower, his hoof, chest, and member in the jelly like liquid. Hind hooves tremble as the release causes him to lose his stance and fall to the ground with the loud POP of the mystery male. Tentatively, Silver’s auburn eyes looked at his hoof while the warm water cleansed the tiles below. Shaking, a pink muscle yearning for a taste leaves the protection of its mouth and meets the sticky mass; at first it was a mere lick, it was salty, but soon the stallion found himself practically chowing down on his hoof.

Cooing with delight, the satisfied stallion lifts his body up, panting as he takes in his utter lewdness. Quickly the exhausted male cleaned his mated blue fur and the lovely visitor. Standing in the afterglow, the unicorn thought aloud, “Huh, maybe it is I who is the true ‘guest’.” It was true, he alone was the one to greedily gain release from the adventures into the new, daring world of fervor. If only he could let his partner feel the same satisfaction.

Wrapping his rather svelte frame up, he made himself presentable as he dried. Something about the clemency of these sessions was ever so calming for the nerves. The artisan weakly smiles as his reflection, standing alone, and secretly wishing to be able to share a moment with another. At least the recent climax would sedate him for a time- hopefully not doing anything too embarrassing as he wanders Canterlot. Maybe after he dropped off his resumes and applications he could check out some clothing stores; a pair of cute socks would be nice. Shaking his head, he waves the thought away. Where did that come from? Before Silver Tip could let anymore inconvenient thoughts float around him, he speedily grabbed his pack and dashed out the door.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

FUN EPILOGUE THING:

As the twilight gave way to the dusk of night, the Princess of Night raised the moon to its peak. Tending to her royal duties see glances back her dream portal. Groaning surly, Luna continues to sign some of the treaties and royal permits she was designated to. “You don’t need it Luna…” She gulped hard. Tick tock. “I-I don’t need it.” A trail of sweat left her brow, followed by a long, excruciating silence. Tick tock, tick tock. Like a gust of wind, Luna’s entire frame flew toward the portal. “OkaymaybeIdoneedit.” Practically bouncing, the god-like entity readied herself for an entertaining show. “T-this one will be a quickie…” she lied to herself.

Using the magic of the ancients the vortex opened to a domain of emptiness. As if fading into existence, windows formed all around Luna’s looking glass. “Hehe, I wonder what delicious dreams everypony has for me today!” she said with a girlish squee. The realms came into view and the Princess liked her lips. Everything from the most epic of dreams to the deepest of fears was laid before her powers. She would have to deal with those nightmares in a moment; sometimes even a Princess has… urges to tend too. A royal hoof slide between down her sumptuous form, down between her dripping nether-regions. “All right all you ~lovely~ little colt cuddlers, show Miss Luna all you have to offer!” A harsh rosy hue overcame the voyeur as the stallions slept, their yummy dreams of fancy were on full display. “Yesssss~”

Author's Note

Trying to limit myself on dialogue with the first chapter and experimenting with that.
There will be more talking in later chapters though, so don't fret. :)
Please leave a comment or critique!
I have an idea where I want to take this but feel free to leave suggestions as well.