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Blood Moon Part 1 By DontWannaKnow

By Anonimoose
Created: 2022-06-06 06:29:52
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  1. Created: 2014.06.13 07:42:10 UTC
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  6. Blood Moon
  7. >Day fortified table wine in Equestria
  8. >Be Anon
  9. >Only human in Equestria blah blah blah please don't
  10. >You are pretty fucking drunk
  11. >Your friend Twilight Sparkle (or as you like to call her T-Sparks, Twiggles, Twily-Wily, or Purple, to name a few) dragged you to some dinner in Canterlot because the last time she left you home alone with Spike, you explained to him in great detail where foals come from
  12. >It didn't help that you used the cake toppers from her brother's wedding to demonstrate
  13. >The kid loved playing with those things
  14. >Now he has anxiety attacks when he sees them
  15. >You wondered why she didn't just bring him with her and leave you at home
  16. >Then again, ever since she found out you were using that old sock as a jizz rag, she hasn't left you unsupervised much
  17. >Especially because that sock was actually her horn warmer
  18. >So here you are
  19. >In Canterlot
  20. >[spoiler]It’s the place you’ve always dreamed about[/spoiler]
  21. >Kickin' it at a giant-ass banquet table with Twalot, Princess Celestia, a bunch of mind-numbingly sycophantic nobles, and this one chick who's makin' sexy eyes at you from across the table
  22. >She's sitting right next to Celestia, and because she's another alicorn and you're not retarded, you assume that would make her Princess Luna
  23. >When you all first sat down she seemed pretty severe
  24. >Half a dozen drinks later though (holy balls she puts that shit away) she was talking (really loudly) and laughing with everyone else
  25. >Celestia is telling some kind of story
  26. >Not the badass, heroic type of story that an immortal, star-moving, cosmic-power-wielding demigoddess should be telling
  27. >No, it's one of those "delightfully humorous" stories about a conversation with some obscure dignitary where everyone laughs at the end but dies a little inside
  28. >Twilight is listening with such rapt attention she looks like she's either going to have a stroke or an orgasm
  29. >You elbow her in the ribs
  30. "Hey..."
  31. >You hiss at her out the side of your mouth
  32. "Hey Purps..."
  33. >Her eyes remained trained on the Princess, her perfect smile unflinching as she kicks you hard in the shin
  34. >Fuuuuuucking hooves man...oww
  35. >Undeterred, you prod her some more
  36. "Puuuurrrrple"
  37. >"Anon, I swear to her…"
  38. >Her gaze is unmoving as she hisses back
  39. >You harrumph just loud enough to earn another kick to the shin, your eyes watering this time
  40. >You look at Princess Luna, who you've never seen before, much less spoken to
  41. >She's clearly about as shitfaced and bored as you are
  42. >You two seem to be the only two people/ponies at this table with the balls to acknowledge that Celestia's story blows
  43. >Everyone else either has a political reason to feign interest (the nobles), or is so in love with the pony telling the story that she's ruining her seat cushion (Twiggles)
  44. >You catch Princess Luna's eye
  45. >It's not hard to do because she's looking right at you
  46. >You roll your eyes and she mirrors the gesture sympathetically
  47. >She makes a flapping motion with her hoof that you’ve been in Equestria long enough to know means "blah blah blah blah..."
  48. >Then she points one hoof at her sister while bobbing the other back and forth at her mouth and poking her tongue into her cheek
  49. >You stifle a laugh, and some of your neighbors give you rude glances
  50. >You don't even know this chick and it's already obvious that she's the cool princess
  51. >You raise your glass of beer towards her and she does the same to you
  52. >you both go to take a sip, but she starts straight-up chugging hers
  53. >Oh shit no
  54. >Anon "The Keg" will not be shown up by a pretty pony princess
  55. >Fuck she's fast
  56. >She's not even swallowing, she's just opening her throat and pouring it down
  57. >You can't compete with that
  58. >You feel jelly, emasculated, and slightly aroused
  59. >Then you feel only pain as you swallow a giant air bubble in your haste
  60. >You grip the edge of the table as it forces its way down your esophagus
  61. >Take it like a man, Anon
  62. >When you finally look back up, the night princess is staring innocently at Celestia
  63. >You try to catch her attention again, but she seems just as enraptured as all the other guests
  64. >Suddenly, polite laughter erupts from all present
  65. >Fucking funally
  66. >You heave a sigh of relief as everyone pays their socail dues and then slowly goes back to conversing freely
  67. >You can feel Princess Purple glaring at you
  68. >You look back across the table at the only princess you’re interested in right now
  69. >She’s chatting animatedly with her sister, who seems none the wiser to that little display from earlier
  70. >Did you just imagine all that shit?
  71. >You’re fucking drunk so it’s a possibility
  72. >You glance at your plate and sigh
  73. >No meat
  74. >No meat at all
  75. >Fucking ponies
  76. >Welp, at least their booze kicks ass
  77. >You hail a passing server and request another ale, preferably in a larger mug
  78. >Twiggles asks for another diet lime soda
  79. >You try to slip the guy a couple bits to put some vodka in it but he brushes you off
  80. >You spend the rest of dinner trying to get your purple friend to loosen up, picking at your eggplant parmesan, and endeavoring to prove your assertion that beer is an acceptable substitute for food
  81. >By the time Princess Celestia announces that there will be music and dessert in the garden, you’re sloshed beyond the point of no return
  82. >You don’t give a fuck though, as long as “dessert” includes “dessert wines”
  83. >You find yourself in the palace gardens of Canterlot Castle, only half-remembering walking there
  84. >You decide to sit down, both because it feels weird being so much taller than everyone else, and because standing as an option is becoming less and less practical with every passing glass of sherry
  85. >You’re outside the crowd, chilling on a stone bench at the edge of the lamp light
  86. >You’re watching Purple converse with Celestia, her entire body a rigid, quivering chunk of girl wood
  87. >You can’t even tell if it’s a sexual thing or not
  88. >That might be part of it, but it’s more than that
  89. >It’s love…respect…
  90. >“Adoration,” says a voice beside you
  91. >You blink, forcing your vision into focus and look in the direction of the sound
  92. >“That’s the word you’re looking for”
  93. >Well smack my ass and call me Judy, it’s her
  94. >“My sister does inspire that in ponies, especially those closest to her”
  95. >There is a hint of melancholy in her words
  96. “Uhh…”
  97. >You’re not at your most articulate right now
  98. >“How are you tonight, Anonymous?”
  99. “Do I know you?”
  100. >“In a manner of speaking, though you probably don’t remember”
  101. “Listen I’ve met two princesses, and they’re both right there”
  102. >You point towards T-Bone and Celestia
  103. >“I suppose I have you at a disadvantage, I am Luna, princess of the night”
  104. “Anon”
  105. >You hold out a hand
  106. “But I guess you already know that”
  107. >“Indeed”
  108. >She smiles as you gently shake her hoof
  109. >“I must say your dreams are some of my favorites”
  110. >Oh shit
  111. >Twilight told you about this
  112. >She told you about this, bro
  113. >Moons here is a dreamwalker, but you were certain that was bullshit
  114. >Oh god please tell me she didn’t see that one…
  115. >“Yes, I saw that one”
  116. >Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
  117. >“Fear not Anonymous, I found it quite amusing, and it’s encouraging to see that you’ve begun to consider the local female population a viable option for gratification”
  118. >Well, she’s sure being chill about this
  119. >“Still, I can assure you it does not taste like soda, and even if it did, I doubt many mares would enjoy being a ‘dispenser’”
  120. “Hey, it’s gotta be someone’s fetish”
  121. >You try not to slur
  122. >“True”
  123. >You polish off your fourth sherry, wondering whether you can stand well enough to get another
  124. >“Your tolerance for alcohol is quite impressive”
  125. >That ain’t tolerance, that’s love, baby [spoiler]hue[/spoiler]
  126. >“Though you could increase your speed of consumption by breaking your reliance on peristalsis”
  127. >You wish you had more drink so you could spit it out
  128. “That did happen, didn’t it? I got out-chugged by a farkin’ pony in a tiara”
  129. >“Are you so intoxicated that you were questioning if it did?”
  130. “Yes”
  131. >You feel something brush your fingertips
  132. >It’s a glass, enveloped by her pulsing magical aura
  133. >It’s full
  134. >Party on
  135. >You take a sip of the contents, only to spit it right back out, spluttering
  136. “What the fuck is this?”
  137. >“It’s water”
  138. “Oh”
  139. >“Far be it from me to suggest that you abstain for the rest of the night, Anonymous, but I do understand the value of proper hydration, and so should you”
  140. “So”
  141. >You attempt nonchalance
  142. “Besides talking with strangers about their sex dreams and mocking your sister, what do you do?”
  143. >“I am the princess of the night, I control the moon and the stars”
  144. >She says it like it’s some grand secret
  145. >The corner of her mouth twitches, but she stares straight ahead
  146. >Yep, she’s fucking with you
  147. >Okay, princess
  148. >You wanna pretend I’m dumb?
  149. >Let’s pretend I’m retarded
  150. “Pfft”
  151. >She almost snaps her head toward you, but catches herself at the last second
  152. “Okay, okay, very funny. Everyone knows that’s Princess Celestia’s job”
  153. >It’s her eye twitching now, not her mouth
  154. “I mean her name is Celestia, as in she controls celestial bodies. If you’re gonna try and mess with my head, at least come up with something plausible”
  155. >Getting really mad in 3…2…1…
  156. >Her eyes lock with yours
  157. >You can’t look away
  158. >You suddenly feel fear
  159. >Pure, raw, and intense terror
  160. >You hear a droning chorus of deep voices ringing in your ears
  161. >You’re pretty sure there’s blood coming out of your nose
  162. >Oh god, dying in cursed agony because you couldn’t resist being a smartass is so something that would happen to you
  163. >“Are you alright, Anonymous?”
  164. >Your mind snaps back to reality
  165. >Luna is looking at you rather crossly
  166. >You touch a finger to your upper lip and take a look at it, expecting red
  167. >It’s just your nose running
  168. >For the second time tonight, you wonder if what just happened actually just happened
  169. >Either someone put a little something extra in the booze, or Princess Luna is fucking with you on a much more profound level than you initially believed
  170. >“Anon, I see you’ve met Princess Luna”
  171. >You look up to see Purps
  172. >Evidently she’s taken a break from prodding her mentor’s mindgina with her brain-stiffy
  173. >“Indeed,” the night princess intones cheerfully, “I just had to meet the man behind the vision”
  174. >“What vision?”
  175. >“Anonymous here is under the impression that the liquids from mares’ nether regions taste of carbonated fruit beverages”
  176. >“Anon, what the heck?”
  177. >“And that if lined up on a counter, we would be like a soda fountain”
  178. >“Anon, what the fuck?”
  179. “Whoa, whoa, there’s some context to that, Twilight”
  180. >“The context is that you’re grape,” Luna tells her serenely
  181. >“EWW EWW EWW EWW”
  182. >Twiggly dances on her hooves in revulsion, periodically raising one to slap you across the face
  183. >“EWW! EWW! What is WRONG with you, Anon?”
  184. >SLAP
  185. >“You’re so…”
  186. >SLAP
  187. > “GROSS!”
  188. >SLAP
  189. >SLAP
  190. >“EW!”
  191. >one final slap that’s more of a punch and she spazzes off into the distance, eyes shut tight
  192. >“Well, that was certainly unbecoming of her”
  193. >Your nose is now definitely bleeding
  194. >You know that book Goodnight, Moon?
  195. >Welcome to the sequel: Fuck You, Moons?
  196. >You turn to your alicorn companion
  197. “We just met, why do you hate me?”
  198. >Though your ears await some kind of response or justification, in the periphery you can hear the music transition into a bouncy, jazzy number
  199. >“Dance with me, Anonymous”
  200. >She raises a cloth in her aura and wipes the trickle of blood from your left nostril
  201. >Oh okay
  202. >So now she’s acting like it ain’t no thang and expecting you to be too butthurt to accept her offer
  203. >Little does she know that “Machinegun Hips” Anon is both an excellent dancer and magnanimous as fuck
  204. >You take her hoof in your hand and lead her out into the crowd, bobbing your head to the sound of the double bass
  205. >“…what I’m saying is, there’s more to a dance than simply bending your knees and thrusting”
  206. “No, there’s not”
  207. >Luna snickers drunkenly
  208. >Whatever, you looked so fucking sexy back there
  209. >Why else would all those ponies’ jaws drop like that?
  210. >The two of you are on the very edge of the castle grounds, walking down a lamp-lit gravel pathway that looks like it doesn’t receive regular maintenance
  211. “I just don’t follow”
  212. >You feign innocence
  213. >Luna chuckles
  214. >Not a giggle like a little girl (or filly)
  215. >Her laugh is a hearty, confident sound, devoid of the coyness and insecurity of youth
  216. >“Regardless, I quite enjoyed myself this evening, Anon”
  217. “Me too, Moons”
  218. >At some point you stopped thinking it and actually started calling her that, and she really seems to like it
  219. >“What would you say to retiring to my bedchambers and consummating this night?”
  220. >Exsqueeze me? A-Baking powder?
  221. >You stare at her, dumbstruck
  222. >Or at least you try
  223. >You can no longer force your vision into focus
  224. >The world has been doubled
  225. >“Come now, Anonymous, let us dispense with the formalities. I enjoy your company, you enjoy mine, we are both adults and unattached. What say you?”
  226. >Fuck yes is what you say
  227. >You’ve been in this joint for well over a year now, and any reservations you may once have held about tapping some pone puss have long since evaporated
  228. >Still, you haven’t met the right girl yet
  229. >Hence your vigorous misuse of Twilight’s horn warmer
  230. “I am so dow–“
  231. >Your boot catches on a rock that you didn’t notice in your state of intoxicated anticipation
  232. >It acts as a fulcrum, swinging you into the ground like a pendulum at such a speed that even an alicorn princess can’t catch you
  233. >Lights out, nigga
  234. >You awaken with a groan
  235. >You haven’t drank that much in a long time
  236. >You certainly haven’t stacked that spectacularly since you were learning to ride a bike
  237. >Still, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it should
  238. >You shift and feel a softness against your skin
  239. >It’s like silk
  240. >Actually you’re pretty sure that IS silk
  241. >Your eyes open to rough stone, dimly lit by torchlight
  242. >This sure as hell isn’t the palace
  243. >Instead of ornately leafed alabaster, the walls are a cool gray
  244. >There is no brick or mortar, they are carved out of rock, cavernous
  245. >There is a window on one wall, but it is covered by massive, heavy drapes
  246. >You look down to find that you are in an enormous bed
  247. >The silken sheets are midnight blue in color
  248. >You feel very clean, as if you took several showers before going to sleep
  249. >Pretty sure that didn’t happen though
  250. >There’s a small nightstand to your right, upon which sits a glass, filled with a semi-opaque, cornflower blue liquid
  251. >There is a note by it
  252. > “Drink. I promise it’s not poisoned ~Luna”
  253. >That wouldn’t have really occurred to you on your own, but okay
  254. >The glass is ice cold when you touch it
  255. >You take a sip, and your eyes go wide
  256. >It tastes just like Gatorade glacier freeze, Earth’s greatest non-alcoholic beverage
  257. >You chug greedily, savoring the familiar sweetness and hints of salt
  258. >You haven’t even set the cup down and you already feel better
  259. >You feel well-rested, barely have a hangover, and your face doesn’t even hurt anymore
  260. >Hot damn, you haven’t felt this good since before you went to college and discovered beer
  261. >You’re snapped out of your reflection by a knock at the door, a large, thick chunk of oak
  262. “Uh…yeah?”
  263. >“May I come in?”
  264. >The voice is unfamiliar and distinctly female
  265. “Sure”
  266. >The door opens and in trots a small mare
  267. >She has the lean, lithe frame of a pegasus, but a pegasus she is not
  268. >Her pupils are slits and her wings leathery
  269. >In place of the bright pastel tones of the average pony are dark hues of charcoal gray and moss green
  270. >If she stood against the wall, you might not even notice she was there
  271. >Except for her eyes
  272. >Intense, golden yellow with flecks of orange
  273. >“Good morning Anonymous…or afternoon I should say”
  274. >She greets you with cheer
  275. >“My name is Nova. How are you feeling?”
  276. “Sup?”
  277. >“Would you like more to drink?”
  278. >You notice she is carrying a ceramic jug under one wing
  279. “Yeah, actually”
  280. >You hold out your glass
  281. >She uncorks the jug with her teeth, and you notice a pronounced pair of fangs previously hidden by her lips
  282. >The liquid pours clear, but as it settles in your glass, it takes on the same glacier blue that you saw earlier
  283. “What is this stuff?”
  284. >You take a grateful sip
  285. >“A restorative tonic. The princess first mixed it up aeons ago to ease her head after nights of indulgence”
  286. >If you ever make it back to Earth, you are taking some of this with you and becoming the richest man on the planet
  287. >The strange winged pony looks at you expectantly as you drink
  288. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way,” you begin after a few moments of silence, “but what are you? I’ve never seen a pony like you”
  289. >“I take no offense”
  290. >she gives you a fanged smile
  291. >“It is a good question. We have a few different names: thestrals, noctae, children of the night…but most of us just call ourselves bat ponies, and that is what the day-ponies know us as”
  292. “How come I haven’t seen one of you yet? I’m sort of a night owl myself”
  293. >“We keep to ourselves”
  294. >she gives you a good-natured nod
  295. >“There are only a few cities in Equestria with a significant bat population, and most are content to mind their own business, so long as the day-ponies return the courtesy”
  296. >You have a million more questions, but she presses on with her business
  297. >“Now, would you like some breakfast? Her highness has instructed us to give you the best care possible. Our kitchen and all of our other facilities are at your disposal”
  298. “What kind of food do you have?”
  299. >You don’t dare to hope
  300. >“Whatever kind you desire”
  301. “Do you have…meat?”
  302. >“Of course, some of us eat meat. Would you like some bacon? Roast chicken? A steak, perhaps?”
  303. >You dart to the edge of the bed and grab her face in your hands, smushing her cheeks as she looks up at you with bewilderment and some measure of anxiety
  304. “Are you fucking with me bat-horse? Are you seriously telling me you can get me a steak?”
  305. >She nods as best she can, considering the circumstances
  306. “Okay, listen carefully. I want a…”
  307. >You’re about to say New York steak, when you realize ponies don’t have a New York
  308. “A strip steak, the thickest cut you can find, you with me so far?”
  309. >She nods again
  310. “Okay, now, coat it in brown sugar, and put some salt and pepper on there too. Burn it as hot as you can, as fast as you can. If you do it right, the outside should be blackened. Can you do it?”
  311. >More nodding
  312. >She’s definitely a little scared now
  313. “I swear to god, bat-horse, if you do this for me I will get down on my knees and fellate your firstborn”
  314. >“Please don’t”
  315. >her jaw struggles to move in your grip
  316. >You let her go and she tries to exit the room without looking like she’s getting the fuck out as fast as she can
  317. >You can’t even worry about it
  318. >You haven’t had so much as a strip of beef jerky in over a year
  319. >It’s not that Equestria is devoid of meat, it’s just that it’s quite uncommon and you don’t exactly have the bits to go gallivanting across the land in search of prime rib
  320. >Princess Twiggles could easily get you anything you want
  321. >For the most part she’s very accommodating
  322. >But anytime you try to broach the subject of meat, you get a lecture on how you can get all the same nutrients from a diet rich in beans and legumes
  323. >After an impressively short amount of time, there’s another knock at the door
  324. >Nova enters with a tray balanced on her back, using her wings to support it
  325. >You save her the trouble of setting it down on the bed by snatching it away as soon as it’s within grabbing distance
  326. >Dat smell
  327. >Charred sugar, spices, and the heavenly aroma of cooked cow flesh
  328. >A large, serrated knife with a wooden handle and a silver fork sit on either side of the plate
  329. >The steak is accompanied by a pile on thinly-cut hay fries
  330. >You can’t even
  331. >You may have permanently lost the ability to even
  332. >You tear the thing apart before Nova can even think about leaving the room
  333. >She watches in stunned silence
  334. >Oh fuck oh fuck it’s so goooooood
  335. >Perfectly marbled
  336. >Outside is charred but not completely burnt, and the sugar is caramelized
  337. >The center is cool and raw
  338. >Your judgment is completely fucked since you haven’t had a steak in forever, but this may be better than anything you ever had back home
  339. >“I-Is there anything else I can get you?”
  340. >Nova stares at the smoking wreckage of your meal, which took you all of three minutes to consume
  341. “Another”
  342. >“I…of course Anonymous, if you wish, but I must inform you that her excellency wishes to dine with you when she rises, which will be soon. You may wish to save your appetite.”
  343. >You really, really want more, but you don’t want to piss off the chick who set you up with all of this goodness in the first place
  344. “What time is it?”
  345. >“Just after four”
  346. >Damn, you were out all day
  347. “You got, like, a toothbrush I could use? And a shower?”
  348. >“Of course, Anonymous. Your chamber’s washroom is just through that door. Toiletries have been provided, and we took the liberty of washing and pressing your clothes”
  349. >Royal life be swanky, yo
  350. >After the bat lady excuses herself, you handle your hygiene and step out in your newly revived digs
  351. >Ain’t nobody dope as me…
  352. >Every fucking shampoo, soap, and conditioner up in this piece is scented
  353. >Even though you look manly enough to drop a manticore with nothing but a glance, you smell like a fruit salad
  354. >Feels good man
  355. >You’ve just finished lacing up your boots – polished to a mirror shine – when there’s another rapping at the door
  356. >You actually open it yourself this time, but instead of Nova you see a different bat pony
  357. >Her color scheme is starkly different
  358. >Eggshell white with straw-blonde hair and green eyes
  359. >She makes no introductions
  360. >“Her grace awaits you”
  361. >When you step out into the hallway, you find it to be identical in composition to your room
  362. >This entire place appears to be a network of caverns
  363. >Everything is the same cool gray
  364. >As you walk, you have the feeling that you are steadily, almost imperceptibly ascending
  365. >Only after she leads you through a long maze of corridors do you see a splash of color
  366. >the tunnel-like hallway opens up into a grand chamber with walls of smooth, black marble and stained glass windows dominated by shades of blue, violet, and yellow
  367. >This looks more like what you’d expect in Canterlot Castle, only with a much darker color scheme
  368. >You cross into another hall, however this one maintains the décor of the room you were just in
  369. >The mare stops in front of a large, ornate door carved of mahogany and inlaid with exotic hardwoods, as well as what you assume to be sterling silver
  370. >It depicts a crescent moon, casting silver rays down upon the form of an alicorn and her bat-winged followers
  371. >Inlaid beneath it in yet more silver is a single phrase
  372. >“Luna nobis providet”
  373. >The mare raises a hoof and knocks
  374. >The door opens, but instead of seeing the princess and her living quarters, you are instead greeted by another bat pony and another hallway
  375. >This one is an armored guard
  376. >The hallway is impossibly ornate, carrying the theme laid out upon its door to the height of extravagance
  377. >He leads the two of you to another door at its end, this one relatively modest
  378. >He taps softly with one hoof
  379. >“Enter”
  380. >That familiar voice rings clear, not muffled by the material between you and its mistress
  381. >The guard pushes the portal open, gesturing for you to step inside
  382. >The massive room beyond is constructed of the same black marble
  383. >The ceiling is home to a more detailed version of the mural you saw upon the first door
  384. >“Luna nobis providet”
  385. >The right wall is home to a bed fit for a queen (or princess), while the left houses many shelves of books
  386. >There is a large table that could host a banquet
  387. >The far wall opens out into a balcony, flanked on either side by windows of bluish glass, beyond which lie the towers of Canterlot Castle, framed against the deep purple of dusk
  388. >Princess Luna sits at the table
  389. >She nods gracefully and her servants depart, leaving the two of you alone
  390. >She beckons you forward, and you sit down across from her
  391. >Between you is an enticing-looking feast
  392. >“Good to see you a bit steadier on your feet, Anonymous. I trust my thestrals have treated you well?”
  393. >You’re pretty awestruck by this place, but you slide back into “coolguy Anon” mode
  394. “They can cook a bitchin’ steak, I’ll tell you that much”
  395. >You ain’t even frontin’
  396. > “I’m delighted to hear that, though I’m afraid you may have slightly traumatized my favorite hoofmare”
  397. >You were pretty spazztastic with Nova
  398. “Yeh…sorry about that”
  399. >“Fret not, Anonymous, and please tuck in”
  400. >Oh snap
  401. >You were so distracted you didn’t even notice the delectable second steak laid out in front of you, cooked precisely like the last
  402. >The princess watches with amusement as you attack it like a ravenous coyote
  403. >She takes small, dainty morsels of her own food, but they’re a bit hasty
  404. >She’s obviously hungry, but she’s following some misguided code of propriety
  405. >You swallow another mouthful and look at her
  406. “You know, you can eat like a normal person. I’m not gonna freak out if you take a real bite of that”
  407. >She smiles gratefully and then digs in to what appears to be some kind of quiche
  408. >Neither of you say anything for a while, you just eat because you need to
  409. >The princess finally seems sated, and she relaxes ever so slightly in her seat
  410. >“I apologize for last night, Anonymous”
  411. “Huh?”
  412. >“I was rather…tipsy. Myself when I’m sober is a very different mare than myself when I’ve partaken”
  413. >Oh god do you know that feel
  414. >“I’m afraid I may have had a bit of a laugh at your expense, and provoked your friend Twilight”
  415. “It’s cool, she always has some reason to hit me. I usually deserve it”
  416. >You feel sad as you down your last piece of steak
  417. >Sad, but satisfied
  418. >All good meats must come to an end
  419. >You shrug it off and look at your alicorn companion
  420. “You got anything to drink?”
  421. >“Oh, where are my manners, of course”
  422. “Do I look like a guy who gives a shit about manners? Just break out the booze”
  423. >She grins
  424. >“Would you join me on the balcony for a drink?”
  425. “Where are we?”
  426. >This view is insane
  427. >The spires of Canterlot Castle are below you
  428. >Yeah, below
  429. >Beyond, the rolling green of Equestria stretches all the way to the horizon
  430. >The sky is a clear indigo, salted with stars
  431. >The waxing moon is precisely at its halfway point
  432. >It looks enormous, so close that you could reach out and touch it
  433. >“This is my sanctum,” the princess of the night explains, “I have my quarters down there, but I use them only when my duties demand. My true home lies here, at the peak of Canterlot Mountain.”
  434. >“Technically it is still part of the castle, but only by the few passages that connect the two. This is the place I created for myself and my children”
  435. “Your children?”
  436. >“My thestrals. I wanted to make a place where we could all be ourselves. Just us, together, away from the scrutiny of those who wake during the day”
  437. >You look over at the princess
  438. >Her face carries a wistful smile
  439. “What are they, exactly?”
  440. >“The very distant descendants of my first courtiers and most loyal followers. They are my responsibility, my charge”
  441. >“Do you know the tale of my banishment, Anonymous?”
  442. “Yeah, more or less. Purple told me”
  443. >“I wish I could say that my isolation from my sister and our subjects began with my jealousy, but it is not so. I have never been able to connect with the majority of ponies. When I walk their dreams, I help them see and understand things that they might not on their own, but when they wake, I am usually forgotten, and only the realization remains”
  444. >She sighs
  445. >“I always cherished the few who dedicated themselves to me, and I pulled them into the same loneliness that I suffered. I kept them with me, isolated in the dark, and over the millennia and many generations they became the children of the night…my children”
  446. >“They are misunderstood at best, and feared at worst. Yet their traditions, which grew all the more central to their lives during my absence, tell them that I am to be revered, that I am their savior, that I…provide for them”
  447. >You can hear the tears in her voice, but they do not fall
  448. >Emotions are no match for aeons of practice
  449. >The princess takes a generous swig of her ale and then looks at you, her expression stony but her eyes pained
  450. >“I damned them to this fate, Anonymous. Through my own selfishness and insecurity, I cursed them, and yet they love me for it. I understand my mistake, but it’s too late. All I can do now is nurture and comfort them. All I can do is love them back”
  451. >You want to hug her, but you aren’t sure if it’s appropriate, so you don’t get up
  452. >You felt close last night, but now it’s different
  453. >Your chairs are separated by a paltry few feet, but the pervasive melancholy that hangs between you makes it seem like miles
  454. >“I’m sorry, Anonymous, I don’t mean to burden you with my own regrets, and that is certainly not why I called you here”
  455. “Then what is?”
  456. >You take a healthy draught from your own mug while you await her response
  457. >“I believe the time of our meeting was quite fortuitous”
  458. >You are beginning to sense that there is a rabbit hole, and that you might be looking over its edge
  459. “Oh?”
  460. >“Yes”
  461. >She perks up, looking excited
  462. >The palpable heaviness of the previous conversation evaporates in an instant
  463. >“In exactly two weeks’ time, Equestria will experience its first lunar eclipse since my return”
  464. “Okay…”
  465. >Luna laughs
  466. >“Forgive me, Anonymous…”
  467. “You can just call me Anon, ya know?”
  468. >“Forgive me, Anon, I sometimes forget that even were you not new to this world, you likely wouldn’t be schooled in the obscure lore of the night. A total lunar eclipse occurs only once every two centuries in Equestria”
  469. “Um, what?”
  470. >“What don’t you understand?”
  471. >You shake your head
  472. “Hold up, you and your sister control the sun and moon, yeah?”
  473. >“Yes…”
  474. “So how can you say it only happens once every two-hundred years? You could make it happen every other day if you wanted”
  475. >“Very well, and I suppose if my sister gets too cold during the winter, she should just leave the sun overhead until the snow melts?”
  476. >“We are not the dictators of the natural order, Anon, we are simply its stewards. We do not bend nature to our will, we just ensure that certain preordained cycles go uninterrupted.”
  477. >“Only once has that order been molested, and as you already know, the retribution was swift and uncompromising.”
  478. >“Furthermore, considering the effects of the eclipse, I would not wish it to be more frequent than it is”
  479. >You shift uncomfortably in your chair
  480. “Why are you telling me all of this?”
  481. >“Because I enjoy your company, Anonymous. I see in you a certain kindred spirit”
  482. “…how so?”
  483. >“You know despair; you know sadness. I have seen it in your dreams”
  484. >Wow, Moons
  485. >Angsty much?
  486. >Granted, your life back home was pretty awful
  487. >The addictions, the financial insecurity
  488. >But you were a victim of nothing but your own faults
  489. >You were a lazy bastard who lacked self-control
  490. >Every hardship you endured was of your own making
  491. >You dug your own grave
  492. “Yeah, maybe, but all the worst things in my life were things I did to myself”
  493. >“Exactly, Anonymous”
  494. >You’re starting to get annoyed
  495. >Mostly because she’s making you think about things you’d rather not
  496. “Do you have a point here?”
  497. >“My point is, as I said, that I enjoy your presence, and I wish you to be my consort during this celebration”
  498. >You raise an eyebrow
  499. “Celebration?”
  500. >“The lunar eclipse is a time of festivity for myself and my court, for it is by the extinguishing and reigniting of the moon’s light that I am reborn, absolved of sin”
  501. >Last night you could feel it, but you were too wasted to see it
  502. >Now you do
  503. >There is an electricity about her demeanor
  504. >An infectious excitement
  505. >“In the days leading up to totality, we celebrate with revelry and merriment”
  506. “Sounds fun…”
  507. >You try to sound casual but her enthusiasm is getting to you
  508. >The stars in her flowing indigo mane are sparkling
  509. >She grins, rising from her seat and trotting over to you, sitting down by your side
  510. >“Did you know, Anon, that one of my many names is ‘the sensuous princess’?”
  511. “I did not”
  512. >“Indeed it is true”
  513. >She seems proud of this fact
  514. >“I preside over the night, and all that it entails”
  515. >Underneath the pride there’s a hint of…something
  516. >You’re not quite sure what it is
  517. >“My mother gave my sister and I very different burdens. Celestia is pure of heart, as she should be. She is the shining beacon to which our subjects flock, the one they trust without question. That is quite the responsibility to bear”
  518. >The night princess reaches out with a hoof and strokes your hair
  519. >“But I”
  520. >She bats her eyelashes
  521. >“I am not pure; that is my burden”
  522. >“The night is a time for drinking, for gluttony, and for the consummation of carnal desires”
  523. >Oh baby, this sounds like your bag
  524. >She kisses your forehead, and for a moment her visage becomes stony again
  525. >Quickly enough to give you whiplash, she is somber once again
  526. >“I do not consider indulgence an evil, but some of the things that happen at night are”
  527. >“I must carry the weight of ponykind’s sins, both great and small. I walk through their dreams to try and show them the error of their ways when they stray from the light, but even I cannot help them all. Sometimes I am too late”
  528. >“So I take from them their guilt, so that they might be pure again. Like my sister. Like the sun”
  529. >You reach out shakily with one hand and touch her cheek
  530. >Don’t cry, Moons
  531. >“Mother knew it would be a terrible weight to carry, and that is why we have the eclipse: so that…once in a while…I can be cleansed”
  532. >After a brief silence, she clears her throat and suddenly the gloom is once again gone
  533. >“So, Anonymous, would you do me the honor of joining me for the Lunar Rebirth?”
  534. >The excitement has returned to her voice
  535. “Hell yeah, as long as there’s booze”
  536. >She chuckles
  537. >“More than you could ever drink, Anonymous”
  538. >Challenge accepted
  539. “Aight, let’s do it”
  540. >“Anon! There you are!”
  541. >T-Sparks rushes over to you in relief and hugs your legs
  542. >“I’m so sorry I hit you, I’ve been worried sick!”
  543. “Princess Luna didn’t send someone to tell you where I was?”
  544. >“You were with my sister?”
  545. >Oh shit
  546. >How did you miss the giant white alicorn
  547. >How did you miss her bro?
  548. >Of course Celestia would be with Twilight
  549. >They thought you were missing and Purple was probably going about her usual measure of wig-flipping
  550. “Now hold on, princess, it ain’t like that. Yet”
  551. >FUCK
  552. >“Trust me, Anonymous, I have no desire to police that aspect of my sister’s life. She can use all the company she can get”
  553. “Okay. If it makes you feel better, the only reason we didn’t go at it is because I broke my face”
  554. >“ANON!”
  555. >Twilight shoots you a look that could slay dragons
  556. >She calms down in a moment after seeing her mentor’s serene look of amusement
  557. >“Anon, we should head back to Ponyville. I told the girls I’d be back this morning and I don’t want them to worry”
  558. >Some part of you envies her for having the type of friends who might freak out if she’s half a day late
  559. >They’re so close they probably menstruate together
  560. >Not now boner, not in front of the co-ruler of the free world
  561. >Save it for her younger sister
  562. >Damnit, that wasn’t supposed to sound hot
  563. >“I believe the next train for Ponyville leaves in about twenty minutes, you’ll easily make it. I look forward to seeing you again soon, Twilight”
  564. >The princesses share a hug
  565. >You tip your invisible fedora and turn to leave with Twiggles, but that commanding voice stops you
  566. >“I’d like a word with you, Anonymous. You go ahead, Twilight”
  567. >Oh shit
  568. >You barely notice how put out T-bone looks as she trots off
  569. >Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
  570. >Of course she was just pretending to be chill in front of her favorite former apprentice
  571. >Sunny’s gonna fuck up your shit, and the worst part is you didn’t even get to do the bad thing you’re in trouble for
  572. “Look, princess, I freaking swear, we didn–”
  573. >“Anon, please, Luna is not a child, and that’s the problem”
  574. “Um…I’m actually not a pedophile, so it really isn’t”
  575. >“She invited you, didn’t she?”
  576. “Uh…”
  577. >“To that debauched insanity she likes to call the ‘Lunar Rebirth’”
  578. “Yeah, actually”
  579. >“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Anon”
  580. “It sounds pretty legit to me.”
  581. >Her gaze is that of one who has already accepted defeat, but she speaks anyway
  582. >“You are a good friend to my dear Twilight, despite your idiosyncrasies. I must request that you reconsider”
  583. >Oh fuck
  584. >This is some praying mantis shit, isn’t it
  585. >After she mates you, Moona’s going to bite your head off for nourishment
  586. >“No Anon. While decapitations were once a large part of the celebration, capital punishment in Equestria was outlawed aeons ago”
  587. >Fucking mind-reading princess
  588. >Also what the fuck
  589. >“I simply implore you to understand that the blood moon is a turbulent period for Luna, and not necessarily the best time to be around her”
  590. >Blood moon
  591. >Period
  592. >unf
  593. >“Mind out of the gutter, Anon”
  594. >Get off muh dick!
  595. >“I wasn’t on it, nor do I have any intention to be”
  596. >Can’t say the same for your s-LALALALALALALALALA
  597. >You forcibly halt your thoughts
  598. >Just think about fucking kittens
  599. >No! Fuck! Just kittens!
  600. >You collect yourself and then speak
  601. “Are you just jelly that your sister asked me out first?”
  602. >Procer Celestia Invictus, diarch prime of this world’s greatest nation, gives you a look that says she sure hopes you don’t do that
  603. >“Very well, Anonymous”
  604. >She is not amused
  605. >“You are your own stallion. I gave you fair warning.”
  606. “Thank you, your majesty”
  607. >You make a show of bowing with mock-graciousness
  608. >You’re tempted to moonwalk all the way to the train station, but you don’t want to push your luck
  609. >You gaze absent-mindedly out the window of the train car
  610. >You’re pretty fucking stoked
  611. >The Lunar Rebirth sounds like the banginest party in the multiverse
  612. >Shit, if Celestia herself was like “I dunno if you wanna do that, bro” it must be fucking spectacular
  613. >And judging by Princess Luna’s openness last night, as long as you don’t act like a nimrod, you’re gonna get laid
  614. >You look over at Twiggers, and she looks kind of sad
  615. >You punch her playfully in the shoulder
  616. “What’s up, buttercup?”
  617. >“How did you manage to get yourself invited to spend an entire week with Princess Luna after just one night?”
  618. >Her tone is accusatory
  619. >Oh shit, she’s jelly
  620. >“Princess Celestia invites me to dinners and social events and all those kinds of things, but we hardly ever spend any personal time together”
  621. >Oh man, do you really want to do this?
  622. >Yup, fuck it, you’re doing it
  623. >It’s for her own good
  624. “Listen, T, don’t take this the wrong way, okay?”
  625. >“What?”
  626. “Have you ever thought that just maybe, the reason Celestia doesn’t want to take your relationship beyond teacher and student is that you’re kind of immature?”
  627. >“Immature?!”
  628. >She huffs, puffs and…well, actually SHE had her house blown down fairly recently
  629. >“What are you talking about, Anon? My friends and I have saved Equestria from annihilation five times, and six if you count that dragon. I’ve graduated from my apprenticeship to Celestia herself! I’m a freakin’ princess! How can you say I’m immature?!”
  630. >She all up in your grill now
  631. “Whoa baby, slow your roll”
  632. >You try to think of the best way to put this
  633. “Twi, I never said you weren’t accomplished, but if you want a romantic relationship with the princess, you need to stop treating sex like it’s going to give you cooties”
  634. >She turns beet red
  635. >“I-I don’t even like her like that…I-I’m straight!”
  636. >An actor you are not, Purple
  637. >“A-and besides, even if I did, which I don’t, we’re both mares and therefore we can’t reproduce. There would be no reason for us to engage in sexual contact”
  638. >You poor, poor thing
  639. >You feel like a dad telling his nerdy daughter that she really needs a boyfriend
  640. “Twilight, people have sex for pleasure”
  641. >“Anon! That’s lewd!”
  642. “No it’s not, it’s normal. Look, you pull off the whole asexual nerdgirl thing really well, but if you want a shot with Celestia – and just to clear up any confusion, you ARE in love with her – then you need to grow up. Have you ever even masturbated?”
  643. >“ANON!”
  644. “Have you?”
  645. >“NO!”
  646. “Well, you should”
  647. >“Just because I don’t touch myself at every available opportunity like you do doesn’t mean I’m immature, Anon!”
  648. “Whatever, dude”
  649. >You don’t push it any further because you don’t need to
  650. >You know how her brain works
  651. >The seeds of doubt have been planted, and no matter what, she will follow them to their logical conclusion
  652. >Twilight is only capable of denial in the absence of well-presented evidence
  653. >Christ, if everyone’s mind was as predictably and infallibly rational as hers, the psychologists would be out of a job
  654. >Then again, so would sex workers
  655. >Be Anon
  656. >One week later
  657. >Your time back in Ponyville was entirely uneventful
  658. >Twilight was even quieter and bookier than what you’re used to after you gave her some food for thought
  659. >Her friends were a bunch of wacky broads, as usual
  660. >You spent most of your time practicing your chugging, as well as fapping to improve your stamina
  661. >Your body is ready
  662. >Now you’re steppin’ fresh in a brand new suit
  663. >Ra[spoiler]rara[/spoiler] wouldn’t let you go to the sickest party of your life without some nice digs
  664. >Be heading towards the castle
  665. >You feel all important and shit
  666. >Ponies in the streets stop to look at you, their swagometers reading off the charts
  667. >Yes, swagometers are a thing in Equestria
  668. >You’re sure of it
  669. >And well, if they aren’t…go fuck your snake
  670. >Two guards halt your approach at the palace gate
  671. >You’re about to say something when a cloaked figure approaches you
  672. >The guards back off
  673. >The even look a little nervous
  674. >It’s obviously a pony
  675. >A mare, judging by the size
  676. >But you can’t see any features beneath a thick, black shroud
  677. >She raises a hoof and beckons you to follow her
  678. >You cross the palace proper and trail her down a narrow corridor, at the end of which is an unremarkable door
  679. >Once on the other side, all is dark until she strikes a match and your surroundings are illuminated by torchlight
  680. >The hood falls back, revealing a familiar face
  681. >“Hello, Anonymous”
  682. >It’s Nova
  683. “Hey bathorse, what’s with the creepy getup?”
  684. >She chuckles
  685. >“We bats do not fare so well in the daylight. While nothing too terrible would befall me during the few minutes it took to fetch you, I took precautions in the event that you kept me waiting”
  686. “So…you get sunburned easily?”
  687. >“In a manner of speaking, yes”
  688. >She leads you down a rather claustrophobic tunnel
  689. >It was clearly not made with humans in mind, and you have to bend your neck a bit to avoid bonking your head on the ceiling
  690. >Though it’s dark save for the single light bobbing in front of you, you sense the upward slope
  691. >You round one corner, and then another
  692. >It’s a series of switchbacks, leading up and up
  693. >This seems to go on forever
  694. >You ain’t no scrub, but after about twenty minutes of this uphill climb you’re starting to sweat
  695. >Just as you’re contemplating asking for a break, Nova halts, and you almost ram her from behind
  696. >Heh
  697. >She raps on a door with a familiar black and silver motif, and it opens
  698. >With all the dark halls and doorways in Luna’s domain, you’d almost think she was intentionally trying to isolate herself
  699. >You squint as the light from the antechamber beyond floods your vision
  700. >It’s not particularly bright, but compared to the utter blackness you’ve been walking through, it’s enough to bother your eyeballs
  701. >The two of you are greeted by four guard bats
  702. >Three of them remain unflinching at their posts, while the fourth, who opened the door for you, relieves Nova of her cloak and torch
  703. >“Come, Anonymous, the festival awaits us”
  704. >The bat mare beckons once again, and you can hear the excitement in her voice
  705. >You recognize this place
  706. >It’s the great chamber you were lead through that brought you to Princess Luna’s private quarters
  707. >The last time you saw it, it seemed vast and empty
  708. >Now it’s alive with commotion
  709. >Hundreds of bat ponies occupy it, most sitting at a collection of large banquet tables, but some roosting in the rafters, hanging upside-down
  710. >Nova relaxes noticeably, clearly at ease among this gathering of her people
  711. >She looks back at you
  712. >“Her excellency will be joining us shortly. Please sit, there is plenty to eat”
  713. >She trots off, leaving you in a sea of bats, none of whom seem to pay you any mind
  714. >It’s funny
  715. >You’d think these creatures you’d never encountered before a week ago would be alarmed or at the very least, intrigued by your presence
  716. >Regular ponies certainly were when you first showed up
  717. >But they pay you no more or less heed than they do their own
  718. >It’s a very casual, accepting atmosphere
  719. >You like it
  720. >You’ve completely lost Nova, but you can’t bring yourself to feel uneasy
  721. >The crowd is welcoming, and it’s permeated with a palpable excitement
  722. >The bats chat and shout animatedly as they eat and drink
  723. >You notice that many of them are eating various meats, and your stomach stirs
  724. >You take a seat at one of the many tables
  725. >“Hey there, you must be Anon”
  726. >The bat pony next to you, a stallion, prompts amicably
  727. “Do I know you brah?”
  728. >“Word travels fast in the caverns, my friend”
  729. >He laughs and pushes a freshly poured mug of lager toward you
  730. >You’re thirsty after your trek through the caverns, and you take a grateful pull
  731. >That’s the fuckin’ stuff, m8
  732. >Even Ponyville’s finest seemed a bit bland after you sampled the booze Princess Luna had to offer
  733. >Is this what life is like in here?
  734. >Do they all just hang out in some cool (in both senses) caverns and drink and feast?
  735. >What do bats even do for a living if they can’t into the sun?
  736. >“Anyway, I’m Light Bender. Good to meet ya”
  737. >The bat stallion interrupts your thoughts
  738. “Anon…but I guess you already know that”
  739. >That introduction is becoming a habit
  740. “Cool name by the way, I’m guessing it has something to do with stars or astronomy, right?”
  741. >“That’s what my parents thought, but it turns out my special talent is going on light benders”
  742. >He raises his mug and takes a large gulp…but not too large
  743. >You look at his cutie mark
  744. >You ain’t mirin, just wanna see what it is
  745. >It’s a mug of beer with a ray of light being refracted through it
  746. >Huh
  747. >Clever
  748. “So, what’s this celebration all about?”
  749. >You already have a pretty good idea, but you’re interested in a bat’s perspective
  750. >“It’s a time for bat ponies to honor our princess, and thank her for all she’s done for us”
  751. >Considering what said princess confided in you the other night, you don’t know how to feel about that
  752. >Wait, that was a female voice
  753. >You didn’t notice the petite mare on the other side of the stallion’s relative bulk, but now she’s peeking over at you
  754. >She has big, gorgeous eyes
  755. >Bigger even than the average pony
  756. >They’re a sunburst of green, yellow and blue
  757. >“Oh”
  758. >Light Bender puts a hoof over her shoulder
  759. >“Anon, this is my wife, Rum”
  760. “Sup”
  761. >You reach over and shake her hoof
  762. “So, I’m guessing you’re a talented drinker as well”
  763. >“Not really…I’m an astronomer”
  764. >She looks a bit bewildered, and so do you
  765. “But…your name is Rum”
  766. >“It’s short for Spectrum”
  767. >http://i.imgur.com/qFthBKy.png
  768. >yfw
  769. >You’re about to ask if they got married just to fuck with everyone, but you don’t want to be a dick
  770. >Instead you continue to chat them up about the festival while sampling the local vittles
  771. >You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here, but you’re pretty drunk by the time an eerie silence falls over the crowd
  772. >You don’t even notice until you realize you’re the only one talking
  773. >Fortunately for you, no spaghetti is dropped because nobody notices
  774. >All heads are turned towards the front of the hall, where a bat pony is taking her seat in front of what you now realize to be a pipe organ
  775. >The lights dim
  776. >She begins to play something that sounds like it’s straight out of one of Elvira’s Halloween TV specials
  777. >The ponies around you begin to cheer
  778. >Then you hear more instruments join in
  779. >The thrumming of what sounds like a magically amplified double bass
  780. >Heavy, thumping drums
  781. >It sounds almost tribal
  782. >You see a crack of light in the ceiling, and you realize it’s moving
  783. >So is the floor
  784. >As the circular hole above widens, a dais rises in the center of the hall beneath it
  785. >Night has fallen outside, and the moon’s rays come streaming in
  786. >There is a flash of light and billowing blue smoke, and cloaked figure appears on the platform
  787. >The cheering reaches deafening heights
  788. >Did you stumble into Ozzfest by accident?
  789. >The figure throws back her hood, and the cloak itself dissipates in a swarm of bats
  790. >Heeeeeeeeeeeere’s Moona
  791. >There is a haughty, satisfied smile on her delicate features
  792. >You didn’t think the surrounding crowd could get any louder, but they prove you wrong
  793. >Next to you, Bender is whistling and Rum has actually climbed onto the table, screaming at the top of her lungs
  794. >She’s not alone
  795. >You take a huge gulp of your beer
  796. >This is…intriguing
  797. >You’ve seen the quiet reverence with which ponies regard Princess Celestia
  798. >Adoration, as one mare so aptly put it
  799. >But this
  800. >This is more like…fanaticism
  801. >They’re treating Luna like a rock star, and she clearly enjoys acting the part
  802. >After a positively cheesy crescendo from the pipe organ, the music softens, though it continues to pulse in the background
  803. >You hear that unmistakable voice, amplified to unnatural volume
  804. >“My children!”
  805. >You have to stand just to see over all the ponies hovering in the air or standing on tables
  806. >“How do you feel this evening?”
  807. >They go absolutely wild
  808. >Luna’s tone is bombastic and dramatic
  809. >“Some call you thestrals…”
  810. >You begin to hear another noise amidst the cheering
  811. >Screeching?
  812. >“Some know you as bats…”
  813. >And not excited fangirl screeching
  814. >“Or the children of the night…”
  815. >An unearthly cacophony of high-pitched shrieks
  816. >“But whatever other Equestrians choose to name you, I know what you truly are…”
  817. >There’s a slight lull in the din, as if the identities of all present hinge on her next words
  818. >As if they need her to tell them what they are
  819. >“My most beloved and faithful subjects!”
  820. >You have to cover your ears
  821. >You, Anon, veteran of countless brain-rattling concerts back on Earth, finally meet your aural match at the hooves of a crowd of screeching bat ponies
  822. >You block out the noise of the crowd, but even the fingers firmly jammed in your earholes do nothing to impede Luna’s voice
  823. >She may as well be talking inside your head
  824. >“You all know why we’re here”
  825. >“These nights leading up to totality are a time for revelry, devilry, and indulgence”
  826. >“We shall put every Summer Sun Celebration and Nightmare Night for the past thousand years to shame!”
  827. >You feel a rumbling as the crowd begins to stomp their hooves
  828. >One of the banquet tables collapses on one side, and nobody spares but a fuck
  829. >“Suppress not your hunger! Drink deeply of your wine! Slake your lust with your lovers and any willing!”
  830. >Despite her flowery language, she is in no uncertain terms telling them to binge eat, get wasted, and fuck anything that moves
  831. >Best Princess
  832. >“The Lunar Rebirth has begun! Now go! Nothing is sacred, everything is permitted!”
  833. >Holy shit, Sunny was right…what have you gotten yourself into?
  834. >The music picks back up, and Luna disappears, whether by illusion, teleportation, or simply being swallowed by the crowd, you can’t tell
  835. >It’s too fucking dark and there are flashes of light everywhere that you can’t determine the source of
  836. >You grab an unattended jug of wine just in time as the table you were standing in front of is bowled over by a frenzy of bat ponies
  837. >Oh wow
  838. >Light Bender and the missus are going at it like ten feet away from you
  839. >You take a huge pull of out of your bottle
  840. >Looks like it’s time for senior year spring break: pony edition
  841. >You’re rapidly getting genuinely smashed, and the world around you is becoming increasingly chaotic
  842. >A flying bat pony clips the side of your head, and you are nearly knocked over by several more on the ground
  843. >They’ve been whipped into a frenzy
  844. >Eating, drinking, dancing, fucking, and running around like lunatics
  845. >Emphasis on the Luna
  846. >“Hello, Anonymous”
  847. >Speak of the devil
  848. >The voice rings inside your head, piercing through the droning music and the manic shouts and screeches of the ponies around you
  849. >You wheel around but see nothing
  850. >Well, not nothing
  851. >You see what appears to be an orgy taking place on the wreckage of the table next to you
  852. >You see a group of bat ponies taking turns drinking from the tap of a cask, their faces stained purple
  853. >“Follow my voice, Anonymous”
  854. >Though her words reverberate inside your skull, they seem to be coming from a particular direction
  855. >You stumble forward, taking another draught of wine
  856. >“This way”
  857. >Her voice is breathy and sultry, and it drives your forward
  858. >You nearly get knocked over several more times by the roiling mass of bodies dancing and fornicating around you
  859. >Finally, you emerge from the crowd
  860. >The flashing lights illuminate the familiar silver inlays
  861. >“Luna nobis providet”
  862. >You nearly fall over as the lock clicks and the door you were leaning against opens
  863. >There is no guard in the hall this time
  864. >The entrance to her room beyond is open
  865. >You take one last gulp from your jug and stumble through
  866. >The door shuts behind you and the deadbolt clicks
  867. >“Come to me, Anonymous”
  868. >Your head snaps in the direction of the echo that resonates inside of it
  869. >Hello Moons
  870. >The night princess lies casually upon her extravagant bed
  871. >She looks…electrified
  872. >The normally singular starscape of her mane is parted in many places
  873. >The tendrils of midnight flow upward as if full of static, forming a swirling halo above her head
  874. >Her eyes lock with yours, and you can’t look away
  875. >You move toward her involuntarily as she rises from her repose
  876. >Before you can even think, she jumps up and her forehooves are on your shoulders, her lips against yours
  877. >She forces you into the kiss with immeasurable strength, her tongue sliding over your teeth and taking a tour of the inside of your mouth
  878. >You’ve never had physical contact with an alicorn
  879. >She’s not being rough, but goddamn, you can tell she could break you in half without batting an eyelash
  880. >You’re also pretty sure you’re getting some lovin’ whether you want it or not
  881. >But you definitely want it
  882. >Your hands aren’t sure what to do
  883. >She’s a little intimidating
  884. >She breaks the kiss for just a moment, gazing at you with hungry, half-lidded eyes
  885. >“I haven’t been bedded in over a thousand years, Anonymous. Don’t be shy, and please, don’t be gentle”
  886. >Don’t have to tell you twice
  887. >You grab two generous handfuls of plot
  888. >Toned muscles with just a little squishiness
  889. >You begin massaging, and she moans into your mouth
  890. >Her breath tastes like red wine and chocolate
  891. >Your roving fingertips touch wetness, and she gasps
  892. >You can’t quite reach far enough to do anything more
  893. >As if sensing your thoughts, her wings unfold and she beats them a few times, lifting herself off the ground long enough to wrap her back legs around your waist
  894. >She’s light as a feather
  895. >Now we’re in business
  896. >You keep one hand dug firmly into her plot for support
  897. >You set the other to work without hesitation
  898. >Two fingers slide into her dripping sex, while another teases her pucker
  899. >She lets out an “ummm” sound and bites your lip
  900. >Hard
  901. >That definitely drew blood, but you don’t care
  902. >You can feel her tighten around your fingers, so much that they threaten to pop out
  903. >You push them deeper
  904. >Her lids flutter and her mouth hangs open as she looks at you, breathing heavily
  905. >Her teeth are stained red
  906. >Her eyes are full of lust, pleasure, and…something else
  907. >Gratitude
  908. >Now you understand how badly she needs this
  909. >Step it up, Anon
  910. >You push as deep into her marehood as you can go, and let your third finger slowly slide into her tight little ring
  911. >You feel her hips spasm against you
  912. >Oh, she likes that
  913. >You bite her neck as hard as she bit your lip, and you feel the vibration as she cries out hoarsely
  914. >Her legs tighten around you
  915. >Your free hand reaches up and grips her mane, pulling it taut and yanking her head back
  916. >The texture is unlike anything you’ve felt before
  917. >Like the sky turned solid
  918. >It writhes in your grasp, as if alive
  919. >She’s grinding against your crotch now, guttural noises emanating from her throat
  920. >Anon Jr. is ready and waiting
  921. >The two of you once again lock lips as you carry her over to the bed
  922. >You practically throw her down on the edge of it and she lands with an “oof”
  923. >Her body rests on dark blue silk with her hind legs planted firmly on the floor
  924. >You unzip and toss your pants aside
  925. >She lifts her nebulous tail, her rear swaying back and forth in a tantalizing display
  926. >You clap your hands down on her cheeks and spread them
  927. >She growls, pushing her backside up into your palms
  928. >You can actually see her dripping
  929. >Above the wetness, her midnight blue rose tightens and relaxes with the undulations of her body, blowing little kisses at you
  930. >You bend down and kiss it back, poking your tongue inside and tasting a dark muskiness
  931. >The princess shudders and shoves her plot into you as hard as she can without hurting you
  932. >Her firm moons caress your face as your tongue fights her tightening sphincter
  933. >You finally prevail and push inside, licking the walls of her cavity
  934. >Her hips begin to buck, and you hold on tight, not wanting to lose the ground you’ve gained
  935. >You feel a spurt of liquid against your chin and chest
  936. >Your thumb finds her throbbing clit and goes to work as your mouth continues to lavish affections on her black hole
  937. >She’s gasping raggedly, and you feel her body stiffen and tremble
  938. >A high-pitched wail escapes her lips as she has her first orgasm in a millennium
  939. >Your tongue pops out as everything tightens up, so you lick up and down her crotch, teasing both holes
  940. >She’s a bit of a gusher, soaking you with spurts of love
  941. >She was right, it ain’t soda, but it does have a tangy sweetness to it
  942. >You continue lapping at her until she’s completely ridden it out
  943. >You kiss her engorged lips one last time and then peer around her ample plot and into her eyes
  944. >You know that look
  945. >It means “more”
  946. >Count on it babe, it’s my turn now
  947. >You can almost hear your boner say “about fucking time”
  948. >Yes boner, it’s fucking time
  949. >You give the princess’s royal posterior a few good, hard smacks, until both her sets of cheeks are equally red
  950. >One hand pushes down on her back as you use the other to guide yourself into her glistening marehood
  951. >It’s so swollen you can practically see it pulsing in anticipation
  952. >The moment your tip penetrates her, she thrusts her hips back, hilting you instantly
  953. >Oh dear god
  954. >She’s tighter than a straitjacket, hotter than an oven, and wetter than water itself
  955. >Even as you begin to rut her, you know you aren’t gonna last
  956. >Welp, might as well make the most of the time you’ve got
  957. >You grab the very base of her mane and force her head down into the mattress
  958. >The other hand caresses her rear
  959. >You massage her rose with your thumb seconds before jamming it in rather roughly, much to her squirming delight
  960. >She told you not to be gentle, and you’re certain you haven’t even scratched the surface of how freaky she can get during this little vanilla soiree
  961. >You pound her as brutally as you can, and she bucks against you in time, singing a chorus of lust that could wake the dead if the music thumping within the caverns hadn’t already done so
  962. >You feel that familiar sensation
  963. >This might be the most intense it’s ever been in your life
  964. >Fuck it, if she can be loud, so can you
  965. >There is quite literally no time like the present
  966. >Your primal yell joins hers as you release inside her
  967. >She rams her backside against you repeatedly with a force that would probably hurt under any other circumstances
  968. >After a few glorious moments, you collapse on top of her, spent
  969. >You lay your head down next to hers, releasing her mane
  970. >She wiggles her rump underneath you and kisses your cheek
  971. >“Mmmm”
  972. >This is already way better than senior spring break
  973. >And you went to fucking Chico
  974. >“Was that satisfactory, Anonymous?”
  975. >You see the corner of her mouth twitch
  976. >Yeah, you’re not fooling anyone, princess
  977. “Nice to see you again, Moons”
  978. >“You as well”
  979. “And yeah, that was pretty neat”
  980. >You laugh hoarsely, still not quite having caught your breath
  981. >She gives you a small, modest smile, the blush that had drained from her cheeks returning
  982. >You know better than to fall for her aeons of practice at playing coy
  983. >But goddamn she’s cute when she wants to be
  984. >“I hope you’re not too tired…”
  985. >Girl, who do you think you’re dealing with?
  986. >Anon is a decorated party veteran
  987. >Anon gets wet without even trying
  988. >You boop her on the nose
  989. “Nah. I am thirsty though, and hungry”
  990. >“I shall send for some refreshments, then”
  991. >You take that as your cue to move, and you dismount, rolling onto your back
  992. >She makes a little “umf” sound as your still semi-erect length pops out of her
  993. >She looks over at you
  994. >And then at your dick
  995. >She gives it a pensive frown
  996. >Why is she frowning at your dick bro?!
  997. >“So that’s what a human member looks like”
  998. >“Reminds me of a minotaur’s”
  999. “A-and that’s a good thing, right?”
  1000. >She smiles wryly, and gets up, trotting into what you assume to be her suite’s bathroom
  1001. >You hear water running, and after a minute she emerges looking somewhat refreshed, wearing a long, flowing robe of translucent purple, with a cinch about the waist
  1002. >It has an opening for her tail to poke through, allowing the back of the very see-through garment to drape down over her shapely behind
  1003. >Yeah, you’re pretty sure there’s no practical purpose behind that piece of clothing
  1004. >Except getting you ready for round two
  1005. >She trots over to the chamber’s door and opens it to reveal a patiently waiting Nova
  1006. >You have to wonder if she summons her servants using that same spooky headspace echo-voice thing she used to guide you here earlier
  1007. >You suddenly realize that you’re ass-naked and covered head to toe in marecum
  1008. >You grab at the sheets, trying to grasp something you can pull over yourself, but they’re tucked so tightly against the bed that you can’t get anything from your current position
  1009. >You deftly (read: slowly and drunkenly) roll toward the front of the bed and try to scootch your way under the covers
  1010. >Headfirst, because you’re smart
  1011. >About halfway down you begin to feel extremely claustrophobic
  1012. >You execute a panicked roll, falling over the edge
  1013. >The impossibly well-tucked sheets catch your torso in an impromptu hammock while your legs bang against hard marble
  1014. “Owww…”
  1015. >“Is he alright, your grace?”
  1016. >You wrest yourself from the grip of those decidedly demonic bedcovers and roll onto your back, covering your junk with your hands
  1017. >The princess is doing everything she can to maintain her royal sides, and Nova is just staring at you, neck arched backwards, head askance
  1018. >You try to think of a tactful and succinct way to explain what led you to lying on the floor and holding your crotch
  1019. “I’m naked”
  1020. >“May I take my leave now, your grace?”
  1021. >She speaks to Luna but she can’t stop looking at you
  1022. >The moon princess waves her away and closes the door
  1023. >The second the latch clicks, you snap back to sanity and stand up, shaking it off
  1024. >It’s as if the cosmos itself conspires to make that one random bat pony mare think you’re a spaghetti-spewing retard
  1025. >Moons, for her part, is quite amused
  1026. >That makes it worthwhile, right?
  1027. >Still, you feel fucking self-conscious standing around naked
  1028. >You grab your discarded pants and pull them up, cinching your belt one notch too tight
  1029. >You silently file “One Notch Too Tight” away in your archive of cool band names
  1030. >Luna saunters up and knocks you back onto the bed, hopping on top of you with elegant swiftness
  1031. >She plants her lips on yours with surprising tenderness, and for some reason you can’t quite put your finger on, you feel uncomfortable
  1032. >You felt no such uncertainty when you were fucking her brains out
  1033. “Why am I here, exactly?”
  1034. >The moment she breaks the kiss, your mouth voices your confusion before any coherent thought can form in your addled brain
  1035. >You just met her a week ago, and despite her claims that she “enjoys your company”, you’re not sure why she’s taken you on what feels like a honeymoon
  1036. >“It’s simple, Anonymous”
  1037. >Her tone is sweet, but you detect the barest hint of “why do you have to question this?”
  1038. >“During this celebration, I often take many lovers, but traditionally I pick one in particular to be my companion throughout, my consort”
  1039. > “Consummating one’s carnal desires is enjoyable to be certain, but so is companionship”
  1040. >“Please don’t try to search for any ulterior motives. There are none”
  1041. >“I simply wish to share this time with you. Please enjoy it. Enjoy me”
  1042. >You suppose that’s good enough for you
  1043. >So is the way she’s rubbing against you and removing your belt with her magic at the same time
  1044. >“Now”
  1045. >Your pants slide down to your knees
  1046. >“We have a little while before our meal arrives”
  1047. >You once again feel that heavenly, warm slickness against your shaft
  1048. >“And I know just what to do with it”
  1049. >You shudder as she gently glides you into her, your sensitivity still heightened from your recent orgasm
  1050. >She plants her forelegs firmly on either side of you, and begins slowly, deliberately undulating her body
  1051. >She wiggles teasingly every time you hilt
  1052. >Leaning down, she kisses you on the cheek before snaking her tongue into your ear
  1053. >Goddamnit, Moona
  1054. >That’s your Achilles heel
  1055. >Well, it’s your ear, but you know what I mean
  1056. >Your hands grip her legs as you concentrate on trying to last longer
  1057. >Suddenly, you hear her voice once again within the walls of your mind, assumedly because her mouth is otherwise occupied
  1058. >“If I wanted you to do that, I wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing”
  1059. >Your palms slide down to her hips and grab hold, slamming her down on you vigorously, again and again
  1060. >You can hear an immensely satisfied hum coming from her throat, and you realize she just testing her prowess
  1061. >As you paint her insides for the second time tonight, you decide your best course of action is to just not question any of this and ride the ride
  1062. >And the princess
  1063. >Mostly her
  1064. >When Princess Moons said she would send for refreshments, you assumed maybe a bottle of champagne and some pâté
  1065. >That’s right, pâté
  1066. >You’re classy
  1067. >You did not expect a train of servants to roll into the room with a five course meal and several casks containing various types of booze
  1068. >But that’s exactly what happened
  1069. >Where does all this stuff even come from?
  1070. >Her attendants tried to stay and wait on you, but she insisted that they go join the festivities
  1071. >She told Nova to go dismiss the rest of the kitchen staff and then take the remainder of the night off
  1072. >Now you’re alone, sitting on opposite sides of her lavish dining table
  1073. >A wonderfully mild breeze flows in from the open balcony, licking away the last of your sweat
  1074. >There hasn’t been much talking as you were both quite ravenous after your earlier exertion
  1075. >As you take another cooling swig out of a tankard of ice cold lager, she finally speaks up
  1076. >“May I ask you something, Anonymous?”
  1077. >The formality in her tone is a bit jarring
  1078. >You’ve noticed how frequently she oscillates between playful, emotional, and severe
  1079. >It’s as though there are several personas warring for dominance behind her visage
  1080. “Sure”
  1081. >“Do you miss your world?”
  1082. >You mask your scowl by taking a huge bite of a braised lamb shank, but you’re not sure if she’s fooled
  1083. >Probably not
  1084. >You collect your thoughts while you chew
  1085. “Yeah,” you say finally
  1086. >She remains silent, expectant
  1087. “Look, I was miserable there, but it was because I kept fucking up over and over again and then acting like it was everyone else’s fault”
  1088. “I miss it, sure, but…I don’t know who’d even want to see me if I went back. I’d have a lot of apologies to make”
  1089. >For a moment you can see a hint of thousand-yard stare in her eyes
  1090. >“Nobody is beyond atonement, Anonymous”
  1091. “Are you ever just gonna call me Anon?”
  1092. >Even in your hazy mental state, you sense the need to divert the conversation
  1093. >“Forgive me, Anon”
  1094. “Don’t ask for forgiveness, just do it. I feel like I’m talking to my mom”
  1095. >“Oh? I certainly hope you never rutted your mother like that…”
  1096. >She nods her head toward the bed
  1097. “Not cool, dude”
  1098. >You’re suddenly not hungry anymore
  1099. >She sniggers
  1100. >“By the by, what does that mean, ‘dude’?”
  1101. >“I hear it once in a while, but my sanctum is rather isolated from equestrian culture at large, and I will admit I’ve not spent the amount of time I should brushing up on modern colloquialisms”
  1102. “It means the same thing as bro”
  1103. >You shrug
  1104. >“And what is that?”
  1105. “Broseph?”
  1106. >“Beg pardon?”
  1107. “Homey?”
  1108. > “What?!”
  1109. >Littlejohn mode: activate
  1110. “Yeah!”
  1111. >“W-what?!”
  1112. “Okayyyy!”
  1113. >“Anon!”
  1114. >You cup your hand to your ear
  1115. “Wwwwwhat?!”
  1116. >“Stop this, I’m terribly confused!”
  1117. “Wwwwwhat?!”
  1118. >“Stop this insanity!”
  1119. “Okayyyy!”
  1120. >Now she all mad
  1121. >“You will tell me what ‘dude’ means! As your princess, I demand it!”
  1122. “Dude means bro, man”
  1123. >“I require an example!”
  1124. “Well, for example, I’m a dude”
  1125. >“I thought you were a man!”
  1126. “I am a man, dude”
  1127. >“How can you call me a dude if you’re a dude?! This makes no sense!”
  1128. “We’re both dudes, man”
  1129. >She slams her hooves down on the table
  1130. >“If I’m a dude and you’re a dude, but a dude is a man, then by proxy I must be a man, which I am not!”
  1131. >You lean back and hold up your hands
  1132. “Dude…”
  1133. >She glowers at you with smoldering fury, and the world around you goes black
  1134. >You hear that droning chorus of low voices as her icy teal eyes become your world
  1135. >The only emotion you know is eldritch horror
  1136. >Your body begins to shudder, and you feel something hot trickling out of your nose and eyes
  1137. >“Anon, are you okay?”
  1138. >You shake your head and the world returns
  1139. >You feel a sense of déjà vu as you touch your face, only to find that your nose and eyes have been watering profusely
  1140. >“You look like you’ve been stricken with a sudden allergy attack”
  1141. “Uh…”
  1142. >Your voice is shaky
  1143. “I’m…I’m okay”
  1144. >You give her a thumbs up and a hopefully winning smile
  1145. >“I apologize for losing my temper…”
  1146. “Hey, Moons?”
  1147. >“Yes?”
  1148. >She perks up
  1149. “Don’t take this the wrong way, okay?”
  1150. >“What is it, Anonymous?”
  1151. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but sometimes, when you get mad at people…uh…”
  1152. “They sorta get imprisoned in a pitch-black in-between realm of cosmic horror and madness, and they think they’re bleeding out of every orifice in their bodies…”
  1153. “I’m just sayin’”
  1154. >“Oh…that’s…not good. I thought I had that one under control”
  1155. >You pull on your tankard, starting to feel normal
  1156. “Yeah, you don’t. Can you not do that again?”
  1157. >“Of course…”
  1158. >There’s a long silence, during which both of you drink quite a bit
  1159. >In your heart of hearts you know there is only one way to stay the tide of awkwardness
  1160. “Drinking contest?”
  1161. >A menacing smile creeps onto her face
  1162. >“I will destroy you”
  1163. “Moons”
  1164. >“Urmmn”
  1165. “Mooooooooonaaaaaaaa”
  1166. >“Anooooooooooooon”
  1167. “Your mane is so pretty”
  1168. >“Why?”
  1169. >You stroke her flowing hair, relishing the ethereal texture
  1170. “Because it’s full of stars…I’ve always wanted to touch a star, and now I can”
  1171. >“Oh, Anon…”
  1172. >You are Anon, and this is the drunkest you’ve ever been in your life without puking
  1173. >A pretty pony princess is planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek
  1174. >The two of you lie on the smooth marble floor of her chamber’s adjacent balcony, the vast expanse of night stretching out above you
  1175. >Neither of you can even stand, but you wouldn’t want to
  1176. >You lie on your back, holding your princess close as you look up at the midnight sky
  1177. “It was so different back home…there was too much light and I couldn’t see the stars”
  1178. >Luna jolts in your arms with a drunken hiccup
  1179. >“That’s…horrible”
  1180. “There was this hill I would climb some nights to get a better view. Sometimes I could see a few of them”
  1181. >“Well…”
  1182. >She hiccups again
  1183. >“Now you can see all of them”
  1184. “Heh…yeah”
  1185. >You feel her lips on your neck as you run your fingers through the starscape of her mane
  1186. >“Watch,” she tells you, looking upward once more
  1187. >Her horn begins to glow
  1188. >The aura is an icy blue-green hue, like her eyes
  1189. >You follow her gaze into the nebulous darkness above
  1190. >To your astonishment, the stars are moving
  1191. >Scattered points of light coalesce into lines
  1192. >She’s not just pulling together a simple constellation
  1193. >This looks more like a mural
  1194. >You observe this casually cosmic phenomenon with wonder
  1195. >An image starts to take shape
  1196. >It’s a heart held by two hands
  1197. >Very human hands
  1198. >Your hands
  1199. >With so many stars, she’s recreated them, down to the little scars on your knuckles
  1200. >As you look over at her, she opens her eyes, the glow of her horn fading
  1201. “It’s beautiful, b –”
  1202. >“I think I…”
  1203. >She hesitates, sounding a little uncertain about what she’s about to say
  1204. >“I think I love you, Anonymous”
  1205. >Whoa
  1206. >Smack that stack back
  1207. >You were not prepared for this
  1208. >Despite generally being a drunk dingus, you’ve learned the hard way not to rush things with chicks
  1209. “Moons, we just met a week ago, I think you’re just drunk. I know you’re drunk”
  1210. >“But that’s not true”
  1211. “Uh, yeah it is. You’re really, really drunk”
  1212. >“What I mean is that we didn’t just meet. I’ve been visiting you in your dreams for a long time”
  1213. >“You just…never remember me when you wake”
  1214. >She smiles forlornly
  1215. >“I understand that such a thing makes no difference to you right now…”
  1216. “Well, I mean…”
  1217. >She buries her face in your neck
  1218. >“Even so…do you think I’m somepony you could love?”
  1219. >Now you start to understand why she brought you here
  1220. >Even if you don’t know her, she knows you
  1221. >But you think about what you do know of her
  1222. >She’s intelligent
  1223. >Interesting
  1224. >Experienced
  1225. >Charismatic
  1226. >Has a sense of humor
  1227. >Like, a real one, not just “she’s funny”
  1228. >She can keep up with you in the booze department
  1229. >You suddenly realize that you can ill-afford to fuck this up
  1230. “Yeah…yeah I do”
  1231. >You hold her tighter as you gaze up at the constellation that was made just for you
  1232. >Add “artistic” to the list
  1233. >“Then I shall do my best to make it so”
  1234. >Slowly and deliberately, she climbs on top of you
  1235. >It’s as if she’s asking
  1236. >You don’t say no
  1237. >She presses her lips against yours, and kisses all the way down your neck and chest
  1238. >She undoes your belt once again with practiced ease and tosses your pants aside
  1239. >You’re so drunk that you feel a little bit sick, and the world is starting to spin, but her gentle gaze holds you back from oblivion
  1240. >You feel her soft, moist lips sliding up and down your length once more
  1241. >You look into her eyes, and see a disarming tenderness with only the faintest trace of lust
  1242. >She continues to rub against you with her wetness
  1243. >You reach up and grab her spread wings, sliding down to the joints against her shoulders and massaging slowly
  1244. >She exhales a soft “ooh”
  1245. >She puts her mouth against yours and pushes her tongue in, licking your teeth and then worming her way to the back of your throat
  1246. >Your hands slide up her neck, grasping at the flowing tendrils of her mane
  1247. >After a moment she breaks the embrace
  1248. >She reaches down with a hoof and teases you for a moment, rubbing your tip across her swollen lips before finally placing it at her opening
  1249. >The night princess sinks down and takes you into her, letting out a heavy sigh
  1250. >She kisses you on the forehead and slowly begins to ride you
  1251. >It’s not like before
  1252. >It’s not just fucking
  1253. >She peers down at you with an uncertain expression
  1254. >Your back hurts a bit against this cold, hard floor, but you don’t care
  1255. >You look back up at her and stroke her cheek
  1256. >She leans into the touch, almost desperately
  1257. >As if no one has loved her in a thousand years
  1258. >You wrap your arms around her waist and help her rise and fall, each motion bringing you closer
  1259. >She touches her horn to your head, and your mind nearly fractures
  1260. >You remember
  1261. >Dreams
  1262. >Dreams of needles and other ugly things
  1263. >Those unrelenting bits of your old life that refuse to go away
  1264. >The hurts that manifest when you close your eyes
  1265. >You never knew, but now you do
  1266. >Luna was with you in many of those dreams
  1267. >She was with you as you watched your old friends slip away again and again, night after night
  1268. >Told you it wasn’t your fault that they never woke up
  1269. >She held you as you wept in that empty dreamscape
  1270. >She told you that you have to let go
  1271. >She doesn’t say a word or make a sound as you cum, she just moves a little faster and peppers your face with gentle kisses
  1272. >When you’re finally spent, she lies down on top of you, nuzzling your face and neck
  1273. >You run your fingers through her beautiful, starry mane and kiss her on the horn
  1274. >This is happening fast, but you can’t deny that it’s happening
  1275. “Yeah…I think this could work”
  1276. >With your adrenaline and arousal exhausted, you can barely keep your eyes open
  1277. >The spinning alcoholic haze becomes too much, and you black out in her warm embrace

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