LunaAnon

>You have arrived at the grand blue doors of the Princess's chambers
>They extend nearly towards the ceiling of the corridor you stand in
>You have been here to the castle many times, on Royal Summons, invitations for tea, and even a party. Which shall never be spoken of again
>But you have never been invited to one of the Princess's royal chambers
>Funnily enough, there are no guards stationed outside
>You would think that here, security would be paramount
>Emblazoned on the door are two crescent-moons that double as door handles
>You reach for one, gently pushing the door inward
>The room is near-pitch black
>You step inside gingerly, taking the time to look around as your eyes adjust to the darkness
>The room was sparsely decorated with light fixtures, a crescent-moon bed, and a bedside table holding a few books with dog-eared pages in place of bookmarks
>Luna was nowhere to be found
"Princess?"
>Your call seems to have gone unheeded
>Before you can bolt out of a presumably-empty room for fear of being pranked or caught, you hear steps upon the carpeted floor
>From an adjoining room comes a figure you recognise to be the Princess of the Night herself
>She enters the bedroom, never taking your eyes off you as she saunters over to the bed
>She is smiling at you in a strange way, much like a predator
>You begin to sweat nervously
>"Good evening, dear Anonymous"
>You banish the nervous feeling
"Hi, I got your summons"
>"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come"
"Well, why wouldn't I?"
>She grins.
>"You don't even know what this is about"
>You shrug
>She flicks a piece of lint off of her covers with a hoof.
>"I have a proposition for you, dear Anon"
>You raise an eyebrow in intrigue
"Oh yeah?"
>She simply nods, her grin widening
>"There's something I want you to do"
>Ah, something to fix most likely. Your hands were well sought after for odd jobs here and there
"Name it, and I'll get it done"
>"Punish me"
>You blink
"Say what?"

>She stands once again, taking a step closer to you
>Despite yourself, you take a step back towards the door
>"I said..."
>Another step
>You felt glad that you left the door open, because you might be getting ready to bolt
>Her horn glows as if reading your mind, and the door swings shut just as you spin around
>Your hands tug on the moons, but the door doesn't budge
>You gulp gently
>You're locked in with a moon princess that wants you to—
>"Punish me,"
>You shiver at the whisper. It sounded like she was right behind you
>You turn back to face her
"P-punish you?"
>"Yes, Anon. Punish me. Hurt me, insult me, rut me like a common streetwalker!"
>She stands on her hind legs with a manic smile, her pupils dilated, placing her forelegs on either side of you to stop you from escaping
>You stare right back with a mix of fear and confusion
"I'm not sure I'm the right man for this,"
>She scoffs
>"Nonsense! You are the only one I trust to do this, and do this well,"
>You cycle through some more excuses
"I'm just not into this whole scene"
>She raises her eyebrow, stepping a little closer
>You can feel her fur and bodyheat through your clothes
>"Well, have you ever tried it?"
>She leans in and inhales deeply
"W-well, no, not exactly,"
>Your resistance is crumbling, piece by piece
>"Then how ever do you know that you Won't enjoy it?"
>She purses her lips and closes her eyes, moving in for the kill
>You blurt out your final defense
"The bed isn't big enough!"
>She stops and draws back in shock
"T-the bed,"
>You motion to it as best you can while being pinned by a Princess
>She turns to look at her crescent-moon furnishing
"I don't think we could both fit"
>"Oh"
>She sounds disappointed, her ears fall flat
>Did that really work?
>She suddenly perks up again, turning back to face you
>Oh balls
>"Then I guess you'll have to rut me here on the cold, hard floor,"
>You shiver slightly at the mental image

"Where would I even begin? I'm too new,"
>She narrows her eyes
>"Cease with the excuses, Anon. It is quite simple. Here, I'll help,"
>She fires up her horn, and a soft blue aura envelops your hands
>They are brought up and around the Princess without your control, and begin trailing down her svelte coat
>It feels like silk, you are briefly surprised by its sheer softness
>She sighs contentedly and releases her magical grip
>You continue to stroke up and down
>You part your fingers and comb through her hair
>She murmurs at the exotic sensation, her wings ruffling against her body
>"Don't be gentle," she commands, igniting her spell once again and pressing your hands deeper into her coat
>Your nails rake down her lithe form her withers to her flank
>She gasps and throws her head back, her magic stuttering
>She must really be into this sort of thing
>She stares at you, chewing her lip between her teeth as her magic forces your fingers down past her cutie mark to grip onto her flanks
>Without her having to tell you, you begin to grope and knead the toned flanks in your grasp
>Once again she lets out a little moan at your ministrations, and lets your hands go freely once again
>Her wings extend to their full span, casting a shadow against the wall
>You briefly remember that this is /Princess Luna/, the Lunar Regent herself
>Your friend
>You falter for a split second and she comes out of her reverie
>"What is the matter now?"
"I'm your friend, Luna. I don't think I can—"
>"Silence!"
>Your mouth snaps shut
>She drops back down to all fours
>For a moment you think you've seriously pissed her off
>She turns way from you, and you reach out to apologise
>But you don't get very far before she backs that ass up and pins you against the door once more
>Your hands fall to her flank to try and push her off, but she does not budge
>She turns to look at you once again
>"Your Princess, and friend, commands you to /ravage/ her!"

>You can feel something warm pressing against your crotch
>If you weren't hard before you certainly are now
>Your hands are gripping her flank, she has you against a wall, and is slowly grinding against you, impatiently staring you down
>Oh lordy this is really happening
>You gulp, mouth completely dry, and begin to knead her toned flanks once again
>She smiles and faces forward once more
>Her flank is toned and buff, clear evidence of the power she commands with those muscles
>If she wanted to, she could probably buck you through the door
>You grip a little tighter, she gasps as your fingers dig in
>The warmth at your crotch intensifies
>Something tells you that she wouldn't be happy with a simple flank massage
>She wants you to punish her
>You raise one hand
>This could get you killed
>And bring it down hard onto her Cutie Mark
>She gasps and shivers, her front legs buckling as she collapses onto the floor
>You panic
"Shit, Luna? Are you alright?"
>She mumbles something into the carpet
"What?"
>She turns her head. She has a deep crimson blush on her cheeks
>"More!"
>You draw back in shock, but dutifully raise your hand and slap her flank once again
>Her back legs go weak and she cries out again
>Her wings flap, and you divert your attention to them
"Having fun, Princess?"
>She laughs breathlessly as you alternate between groping and spanking
>"Oh very much so, but I think it's time we move on to the main event,"
>She presses her hips back against the tent in your trousers
>Her magic wraps around your pants and works the belt buckle deftly
>They drop to the floor
>You don't know if she just slipped your underwear off, destroyed them, or they disappeared
>But suddenly your erection sprung free of its confining clothes
>"Anon, I want you to rut me,"
>You look down at Princess Luna, presenting herself to you as if she was a mare in heat
>This was happening
>You grip her tail, twirl it once about your hand, and tug it out of the way

>She gasps as you pull her tail,and stares back at you with glazed eyes
>You press the head of your dick up against her marehood,and tease it up and down
>She grits her teeth as you tease her, and opens her mouth no doubt to tell you off
>You choose that moment to slip inside
>"AnoOOON!"
>What should have been a stern command turned into almost a wail
>You slip half into her, then tug on her tail and sink the rest into her
>The words 'furnace', 'glove' and 'vice' would come to mind if you had the capacity for thought
>The heat, the tightness—everything caused you to grind your teeth and your hips, trying to both hold yourself back from nutting right there, and to seek more of the mind-bending pleasure
>Your other hand clamps down on her flank, and you pull her tail taught like violin strings
>She has her head arced back, mouth agape, eyes shut tightly
>"Oh gods!"
>You pull out halfway
>You had to control yourself. Manners dictated that the lady came first
>Hopefully literally
>You decide to make sure that was the case
>You slam yourself back inside, and she arches her back an lets out a frantic gasp
>"Harder"
>She can barely speak
>She must have been really pent up if a mere tail pull and spanking can get her into this state
>Maybe you should up the ante
>See how loud your Princess can really scream
>You pull back and thrust harder, yanking her tail so she meets you halfway
>She grunts in approval, her eyes still closed
>You repeat the motion, sliding out, then thrusting back in using her tail as leverage to pull her backwards
>Her wings shiver and flutter, her head droops onto the ground, and her mane begins to move everywhere at once in disarray
>As you settle into a rhythm, the princess below you begins to bite down on her hoof to stifle her moans
>You scoff
"Oh no you don't"
>You reach down and grip her mane, tugging her face away from the carpet
>This ellicits an unbridled, unmuted moan that fills the room with a sweet resonance
>It was like music

>You pull her mane back more, and lean forward to whisper into her ear
"I want to hear you scream"
>You can feel the effect your words have on her as she clamps down on your member
>"P-ponies might hear us,"
"What, you don't want ponies to hear you moaning like a whore?"
>Her eyelids flutter as you punctuate the last word with another slap on the flank
>You smile and continue your thrusting, keeping a firm grip on her mane so she can't hide her moaning
>As you get further and further to the inevitable release, your thrusting becomes less of a tempo and more of a frantic, animalistic rutting
>The Princess's moans increase in both volume and duration
>Her mane and coat are in complete disarray
>You decide to try something else
>Her elegant neck is just begging for something wrapped around it
>You wonder if this would be going too far
>Right now you didn't care
>Your other hand releases her flank, and, just as quickly, wraps around her throat
>She opens her eyes in surprise as your fingers enclose her throat and begin to squeeze
>Just as you expected, her eyes roll into her head and her breathing becomes labored as you cut off the air flow, tugging her mane once again
>Your mouth was now directly next to her ear
>As you inched closer and closer to release, you decide to pull out all the stops
"You like being punished, eh?"
>She nods frantically, tongue lolling out of her mouth
"Tell me,"
>You release your grip
>She takes a deep gulp of air
>"I-I like to be punished"
>You frantically pump into her faster
>You grip her neck again
>She squeaks—a weak substitute for the moan she would have released
"What are you?"
>You release her throat
>She inhales
>"A bad pony, I'm a bad pony,"
>You feel your climax building fast
>This was it

>You nibble her ear gently and constrict her neck hard, slamming into her once, twice—then the dam broke
>She weakly gasped and bucked her hips back into you as you released inside her, her eyes shutting, her back arching, and her pussy clamping down on your member so hard that you thought she might break it clean off
>You released her throat and she began to moan loudly once more
>You step back and grip onto her flanks, giving her a few more thrusts for good measure
>She finally stops shuddering, and collapses down onto the carpet, supported only by her back legs
>You take a step back, sliding out of her and leaning against the wall
>You seem to have made quite a mess
>Her back legs and wings twitch every now and then, utterly exhausted and spent
>You smile and reach down, picking your lover up
>She was heavier than she looked—and she looked damn heavy
>You eventually place her on the bed
>Turns out there was room for two
>Go figure
>You get in beside her and watch her face, still vacant from the sheer overdose of bliss she felt
>You smile at her and brush a strand of that ethereal mane out of her eyes
>You lean towards her and place a kiss on her forehead
"Sleep tight, Princess,"
>Her face morphs into a smile, and she wraps her hooves around you
>You may have just gotten a new domination fetish

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