>some nights Luna likes to have some company.
>someone to watch the stars with her.
>she's become accustomed to isolation, but contact with another pony, or human, is what she wants.
>she wraps her wing around you, a blanket of feathers that draw you towards the warmth of her body.
>silently, her eyes gaze up at the dancing constellations and stars that speckle the blanket of the night sky.
>in this domain - the domain of midnight - nopony is awake but you two.
>the only sounds are provided by the chirps of crickets and the wind that whips across the ancient castle walls.
>she'll tell you about the dream realm; about some of the strange, surreal landscapes she's watched over.
>as she tells you her face lights up; she's happy just to know someone is listening to what she has to say.
>your hand falls over her back and fits beneath her other wing.
>the smile presses firmly into her cheeks as she regales you with more of her stories. She has many, and each one more entertaining than the last.
>You laugh together into the empty midnight sky.
>she likes it when your fingers nestle in her mane, burying down to her scalp and massaging the mare's head.
>she relaxes forwards, pulling her wing away from you to allow you better access.
>you give her ears attention; fingers dancing gingerly along the soft, pliable ridges and collecting at the base, soft and tender scritches that make her shudder and moan gently.
>you apply kisses to her neck, and feel the muscles in her back ripple in waves over her shoulder blades as she enjoys the sensation of human touch.
>your hand trails along her back, pausing when you arrive at her rump.
>her two glorious moons that sit, squashed over her legs.
>she's not familiar with hands so close to her nethers, but it's a tingling unfamiliarity that she welcomes.
>you bring gentle feminine coos out of the princess as your hands reach to spread her cheeks; the plentiful fat spilling through the gaps in your fingers.
>you unleash the sharp, musky smell that's gathering down in her marepussy, winking with a wet squelch as the contact of your hands on her buttocks arouses her.
>you let your hands go and watch her cheeks snap back into place, wobbling for a moment like jello before settling back into their natural state.
>your tongue gives her little licks between the cleft of her ass; the feeling of your tongue on her skin is as sharp as ice and makes her shiver.
>this part of the princess has not seen much attention.
>you plant your face into her pungent snatch, a film of sticky fluids painted over your face as you begin to eat her out.
>she likes how it feels, moans that whisper through her lips as her hips drive softly backwards and forwards against your face.
>both cheeks press either side of your head like plush cushions, your tongue probes her deeper and she winks again in response.
>you've found it doesn't take much to bring the princess to orgasm; she bites her hoof and hides her blushing face from you as she sprays the back of your throat with her juices; tangy, almost sour, but deliciously slick.
>more refreshing than spring water.
>you soothe her embarrassment with more gentle cuddling, she responds by nuzzling her head into your chest and holding her hooves around you.
>you take a moment to stare at her face; pupils glinting like perfect jewels set against the widened, curious craters of eyes.
>you don't kiss her lips straight away; she's like a work of art that needs to be respected.
>her back clenches and trembles as she feels your lips over both cheeks, soft quiet moans that undulate in her throat and expel in warm breaths.
>finally you offer your lips to hers.
>the princess' tongue reaches out to explore your mouth, running up along the roof and then swirling down over your own tongue.
>it's larger than your own tongue; flattening and then tightening up as it makes itself comfortable inside you.
>a perfect joining of man and mare.
>she pulls you in close, letting her heart beat against your chest.
>her passion stirs as your lips lock and break apart with a wet suction, easing in and out of tongue-filled kisses.
>kissing you seems to become her favorite thing.
>just knowing she can have this close contact with another living thing.
>so close you almost know what the other is thinking.
>more than just a nighttime companion.
>almost an extension of herself.
>you are Luna's wall; her solace, and that makes you happy.