Once Upon a Blue Moon (WIP) (RGRE)


                                            > Be Princess Luna, on your throne

                                            > You are weary from much dreamwalking, and these nobles prattle on endlessly

                                            > You have felt something strange in dreaming

                                            > Glimpses of a silver city

                                            > Arcane focuses of alien design

                                            > Obsidian chariots with the roars of beasts

                                            > But try as you might, you cannot locate the mind from which these images spring

                                            > Your head dips slightly

                                            > It is difficult to concentrate on the here and now

                                            > Sister smiles at the supplicant earth pony

                                            > "We have heard your plea. A scouting force shall be sent to the forest bordering your lands, the timberwolf threat shall be quelled."

                                            > The humble farmer grovels as politely as she can

                                            > "Thank you, most gracious princess! I pledge that the very finest of our first fruits shall be delivered to you as a humble token of thanks, if it is not too presumptuous."

                                            > Sister laughs a warm laugh, easing the tension in the genuflecting mare

                                            > "Please, Choice Pickings, it is the duty of the crown to protect her little ponies. No greater thanks is necessary than your continued wellness."

                                            > Choice Pickings blushes ever so slightly, and acquires a stubborn set to her withers

                                            > "Then it shall be a proof of our wellness."

                                            > Celestia bows her head slightly, but not too much

                                            > "Then we have no choice but to accept."

                                            > As the farmer leaves, you fall to brooding

                                            > Such gifts always went to your sister, for all that the thrones and even her way of speech tried to emphasize that the two of you ruled as one

                                            > It was the very reason why you put off sleep until the morning is spent, so that your presence and dignity at court is observed

                                            > More and more, however, you are beginning to feel that this is a waste of time

                                            > Few supplicants and diplomats come to you in this time

                                            > More often, a few brave or troubled souls seek you out as your moon rises

                                            > Those furtive ponies ask your insight into their dark, intimate problems

                                            > Years of walking the dreams of your subjects provides enough insight that you are more often than not able to aid your star-crossed subjects

                                            > It warms your heart to hear the names of their foals draw inspiration from your glorious night

                                            > Sparkle, Glimmer, Lulling Moon, and so on

                                            > A commotion at the doors of the throne room draws your wandering mind back to the present

                                            > Stars, but you need more rest

                                            > The Labyrinthian delegation marches forward, garbed in the white linens of their homeland

                                            > Your sister and you sit a little straighter

                                            > This promises to be interesting

                                            > The minotaurs come to a stop a respectful distance from the dias

                                            > The ambassador steps forward, her respectable teats of office bound in the manner of a commonborn before royalty

                                            > "Great and powerful princesses of Equestria, the Maze Queen wishes to congratulate you upon your victory over the changeling hordes."

                                            > Which is to say, 'please accept these treasures and don't invade us.'

                                            > Considering you have no intention to invade, you are quite happy to accept the unspoken agreement

                                            > At a hand signal from the cow, three burly bulls set three ornate chests before Sister, opening them to reveal ivory and gold worked in a thousand elaborate trinkets

                                            > "To the Sun Princess, radiant ornaments that pale before her glory!"

                                            > You frown slightly

                                            > You do not see any more chests among the delegation

                                            > The cow bows to you

                                            > "And to the Moon Princess, we offer our most valuable bull-slave."

                                            > One of the retinue steps out from behind the warriors, shedding his cloak

                                            > The bull is unlike any you have ever seen, pale as milk, and lithe like a young drake

                                            > He is dressed in a simple linen loincloth, the magnificent contours of his chest exposed to your view

                                            > The oddly hornless bull kneels before you, and the cow continues her speech

                                            > "He is a dream whisperer of great wisdom. While the city roiled with plague and sickness, he dreamt of a purification ritual that spared all who observed it. We hope that his wisdom may be of some small use to you, O Princess of Insight."

                                            > You smile upon the cow

                                            "A worthy treasure indeed. Return to Queen Aria Dinae and bear our gratitude for most satisfactory offerings."

                                            > The cow bows once more, and retreats

                                            > You tuned out your sister as she dismissed the court

                                            > Amid the flurry of servants transporting Celestia's new baubles, you walk down to inspect your own gift

                                            > With a gentle hoof, you raised his chin to gaze upon his face

                                            > Strangely flat-faced, with a piercing gaze, reminiscent of a hawk, perhaps

                                            > You tilt your head towards the hall leading to your chambers

                                            "Follow me, Bull."

                                            > He nods silently and rises to his feet

                                            > The bull follows behind you, and you feel unaccountably uneasy

                                            > It is not as though he could conceal any weapons on his scantily clothed body

                                            > ...

                                            > A quick spell reassures you that he carries nothing other than what you see

                                            > He makes no fuss at the arcane scan, merely stalks behind you so very quietly

                                            > By the time you enter your chambers, you feel fatigue beginning to win its war against your waking mind

                                            > It is all too tempting to collapse into bed and snuggle with your new servant

                                            > But his loyalty is untested, and there remains that unidentified, unsettling feeling

                                            > You gaze upon his body, imagining the violent potential of his limbs

                                            > The contours of his musculature are unfamiliar, but enticing

                                            > You feel a heat gather in your loins, and you shake your head

                                            > The bull speaks at last

                                            > "Am I acceptable to your highness?"

                                            > You give in to your baser instincts, if only a little

                                            "Disrobe."

                                            > He obeys at once, loincloth unfastened and pooled around his feet

                                            > You are gratified to see his bullhood perky and stiff before you

                                            > Poor colt, you'll have to relieve him of his heavy load some time

                                            > You lick your lips

                                            "Yes, quite acceptable. Clothe yourself and go follow the servants' orders. You are to return to here in eight hours' time, and we can become properly acquainted."

                                            > He bows, showing off his deliciously broad shoulders

                                            > "As you wish."

                                            > You watch him go, tying the loincloth back around himself

                                            > Patience, Luna

                                            > You'll have him warming your bed soon enough

                                            > You collapse onto your bed, reveling in the soft, silken sheets

                                            > Before long your muscles relax, and you finally let yourself go

                                            > Welcome darkness steals over your mind


                                            > Be Anon, taking a bath

                                            > After the past six years with the cowfolk, you have gotten used to bathing with male attendants

                                            > It sorta helps that they are kinda girlish, so you can ignore the little voice in your head that screams about faggotry

                                            > You just sit back in the hot tub, and relax

                                            > Shine Sparkle fidgets on your left, smoothing back his dark blue mane

                                            > "Were the minos... demanding?"

                                            > You can feel the expectant gaze of the other two of Princess Luna's chamberbutlers

                                            > You tilt your head from side to side

                                            "When it was just me and my owner, it was fairly manageable. Hanky panky before bed, and maybe some groping throughout the day. No, it only got difficult when my owner would challenge some other cow's endurance."

                                            > The stallions shudder at the thought