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- >It's a very nice day out in Ponyville, the prime of summer.
- >The sky is bright, the air somewhat cool.
- >As such, Ponyville bustles with activity, soaking in the sun like hungry plants.
- >You and your date have decided to do the same, sitting at a table outside Sugar Cube Corner, enjoying some refreshments.
- >You sip your lemonade and give the occasionally glance across the table
- >Princess Luna smiles back at you as she guzzles her milkshake.
- >She extends her hoof and feeds it into your grasp.
- >The two of you have been going out for the past few months.
- >Normally, you go to her, visiting at the castle.
- >It's difficult for her to get away from politics sometimes.
- >You don't particularly mind, so long as you get to see her.
- >But today, she decided to come to you.
- >She excused herself from her duties to come visit you in Ponyville.
- >For that, you're especially grateful.
- >Not just because it spares you the expense, but because it isn't easy for her.
- >Her schedule has been hectic with conferences and committee meetings
- >As such, you don't get to spend as much time together.
- >God, she looks good today.
- >She wore a skimpy little sundress, probably just to tease you.
- >It accents her ridiculously well.
- >You're watching her draw continuously on the straw
- >Pulse draws close to pulse.
- >The gap between your breaths shrinks considerably.
- >But at the same time, something else is expanding at alarming rate.
- >Occasionally, her tongue flicks out and catches a wayward drop of milk
- >Looking up, she notices you staring.
- >She cocks her head at you quizzically.
- >"Something troubles you, beloved?"
- >You feel heat spreading through your face and look down.
- >The bulge in your jeans is getting embarrassingly out of control.
- >You won't be able to keep it hidden for long. From her or anyone else for that matter.
- >Luna looks at you, trying to meet your lowered gaze.
- >"What is it? Thou may tell us, Anonymous. Surely it can't be that bad?"
- "Well, actually…"
- >You trail off, and fold one of your legs over the other in an attempt to stay decent.
- >It doesn't do much good though. Instead of just being awkward, now it's painful.
- "N-nevermind."
- >Luna doesn't back off, now suspicious of you.
- >"You are keeping secrets from us, Anonymous. That we cannot abide."
- >You place both hands in your lap, trying to further conceal yourself.
- "I said nevermind!"
- >A pony or two look over at you to see what the commotion is.
- >The Princess jumps from her seat at the table, knocking over her milkshake in the process.
- >She trots over to your chair and takes an authoritative stance, before barking at you in her Royal Canterlot whateverthefuck.
- >"Anonymous! Thou shall show us what you are hiding from us!"
- >Ponies are starting to turn to look at you, a few of them stop.
- >Maybe because you're having an argument, maybe because she's a princess
- >Or a mixture of the two.
- >She forces your hands off your lap as you try in vain to keep her from seeing.
- >When she finally wrenches both your hands away, the two of you freeze.
- >The argument didn't do much to reduce the swelling.
- >You're now pitching a tent in the middle of Ponyville's town square.
- >You expect Luna to be mad, but, instead, she's blushing softly.
- >As if you just paid her the nicest compliment she's ever received.
- >Your cock isn't exactly a poem, though.
- >She brings both of her wings up to her face, trying to hid behind them
- >"Oh. Well then."
- >The Princess back up a few feet
- "You started it. You can help get rid of it."
- >She looks around at the ponies that are taking notice, then back at you.
- >"Okay, let's just get back to the castl-"
- >No. Fuck that. There is no way you're nursing a half chub all the way back to Canterlot.
- >Your balls would be as blue as her by then.
- "I can't wait that long, Luna."
- >You do your best to make your voice sound a bit anguished.
- >Like you're in pain and need comforting.
- >"What?! Here?! Now?!"
- >As if on cue, the bulge in your pants spasms a bit, tugging harshly on the fabric.
- >A small, sticky wet patch begins to flow across them, seeping into your clothes.
- >You nod and begin to unzip.
- >She draws her hooves up to her face, but brings them down slightly just as you begin revealing yourself.
- >Heh. She tries to hide it, but you can tell she's interested.
- >You brandish your semi-stiff appendage, letting it sit on the top of your pants for a moment.
- >Her eyes give off a glisten for a moment and her mouth hangs open
- >Soon, she recomposes herself and tries to sound like this doesn't phase her.
- >"Very well, then. What would you like us to do?"
- >You all ready have your answer ready to go.
- "Use your mouth."
- >She cringes, looking about as a small crowd has gathered near you.
- >"Darling, please, see reason. Perhaps I could…relieve you with my hoof, instead? Under the table?
- >No, you aren't about to let her drive you off your position.
- >You can either have a hard, dry hoof scratching you up and down or a soft, warm, moist mouth.
- "What's wrong? You do know how, don't you?"
- >She blushes again, but this time kind of insulted.
- >"Do you take us for a prude?!"
- "You're still not sucking, so, yeah."
- >She takes a step in, placing her head in your lap and flicking you slightly with her tongue.
- >"We shall show you who is a prude, Anonymous."
- >Holy shit, is she actually going for it?
- >She takes a few moments to lick at you, coating you in warm, sticky saliva.
- >You place your fingers in her hair and begin to pat her mane, encouraging her.
- >Holy shit, she's actually doing it!
- >You look out of the corner of your eye that ponies are beginning to back away, realizing what is going on.
- >Yeah, that's right. Watch.
- >You see a stallion stare you down, his mouth agape in shock
- >You look at him square in the eye and point down at Luna's head, which is bobbing in your lap.
- >His reaction is one of pure jealousy and rage.
- >Onlookers gape at you as their Princess services you.
- >Luna stops her incessant licking and props her head up, her lips suckling at your tip.
- >She looks up at you with eyes you can't even describe.
- >It's a mix of embarrassment, resentment and devilish taunting.
- >She's gonna be mad later, but that'll probably mean some hot makeup sex.
- >You lean your head back in your chair and try to the enjoy the moment
- >Your fingers rub her ears, something you know she adores, giving her a little reward for her work.
- >Slowly, she dives onto your length, lips forming a nice seal around you as she takes you in gradually
- >Her cheeks puff outward as she swallows you bit by bit.
- >Soon, she's all the way down and she turns her head from side to side
- >She gives short little pumps, allowing you to slide into her throat.
- >Her tongue slides underneath you, lapping at your base.
- >You groan and Luna looks up again.
- >She knows that she's doing good work and her lips curl around your cock
- >Hopefully that's a smile.
- >The moon horse picks up her pace, making each little bob faster and longer than the last.
- >Eventually, she's throttling your entire length, from crown to base
- >She even stops at your tip occasionally to lick it.
- >She's free-styling!
- >The town's citizens seem to don't know what to do, so they stand there, dumbfounded.
- >Luna's working pretty quickly now, and you begin to feel yourself getting closer to the edge.
- >At the risk of sounding like a two-pump chump, you're seriously turned on from all the attention.
- >Both from the Princess currently impaled on your genitals and the crowd watching you.
- >Luna's movements are practiced and skilled. You don't know how much longer you'll last under these conditions.
- >You fidget in your seat, both hands now on Luna's head, forcing her downward onto your girth.
- >Your breath is growing labored, struggling to keep up with Luna's torturous ministrations.
- >She uses her hoof to cup your balls, hefting them and lightly touching them.
- >You're not sure how she's doing all that with a hoof, but it feels good.
- >Your eyes roll into the back of your head.
- "You're a good princess, aren't you?"
- >You have trouble realizing the words are your own.
- >You're not really into that.
- >Or at least you didn't think you were.
- >Luna looks up at you, obviously unable to answer your question.
- >You notice a tear is running down her cheek.
- >But you can't tell if it's out of humiliation, or if you've tapped her secret fetish.
- >She spits you out for just a moment, nosing your cock affectionately as she takes a deep breath.
- >"I'm Anonymous' good princess, indeed."
- >And with that, she wiggles right back on, starting where she left off.
- >Holy fuck, is this really happening?
- >Is a Princess of Equestria blowing you in the middle of town?
- >Finally though, you begin yourself begin to teeter on the edge.
- >Luna senses it too.
- >Your cock vibrates and your hips buck, sending her face up you a few inches.
- "S-sorry."
- >You really mean it too.
- >This is supposed to be fun, not hurt her.
- >Nevertheless, Luna picks up her speed, flying across your inches faster and faster, lips pulled taut around you.
- >Her tongue wraps around you, swirling.
- >Her mouth is one big party of suckling and licking and teasing.
- >Oh god, you're gonna pop!
- >Your timing was pretty precise and you notice your dick rumble, like water gushing through a pipe.
- >You spurt, uncontrollably, onto her awaiting tongue.
- >Ropes of warm, sticky seed get deposited again and again inside her.
- >She looks annoyed, but swallows the little dollops down, her swan-like neck bulging with the effort.
- >When you're finished, she pulls off and wipes her face with her hoof.
- >Then, nonchalantly, she gets up from her submissive position and returns to her seat.
- >Her milkshake has tipped over and the ice cream is pouring out.
- >So she snatches your lemonade and brings it to her lips, taking a triumphant sip.
- >Meanwhile, you sit there with a shit eating grin on your face and your spent cock in your lap.
- >Luna takes notice of all the pedestrians are staring in total disbelief.
- >Her face turns up in a scowl and she belts out her Canterlot voice again:
- >"MAY WE HELP YOU?!"
- >It's more of a threat than a question.
- >The ponies scatter, running full tilt away from the table.
- >She looks back at your and folds her hooves across her chest, a smug look on her face.
- >"Dost thou still think us a prude, Anonymous? Perhaps next time we shall have you pleasure us while the world watches."
- >You only have one thing to say.
- "You want another milkshake?"
- >"Dearest Anonymous,
- >"Please join us for dinner in Canterlot this evening.
- >"We are in the mood to eat out tonight. Bring your appetite."
- >"With Love,"
- >"Luna."
- >You have to admit you were surprised when you got an invitation from Luna.
- >You thought she'd still be mad at you.
- >Or at the very least wouldn't want to be seen with you for a bit.
- >And yet here you are, having dinner at a pretty swanky bistro in Canterlot
- >Ponyville is still recovering from your little escapade, so it's probably best to stick to Canterlot again, at least until the heat dies down
- >You have to admit, you feel a little awkward.
- >But it's nice to be on a date again so soon.
- >The distance was starting to get to you. Taking the train sucks dick.
- >Not your dick, though.That's Luna's job.
- >You're both seated on the restaurant's patio, which is separated from the street with a velvet rope.
- >Well-dressed ponies pass you on the street, all out for their evening strolls
- >Everypony who is everypony is out, just to be seen.
- >You can almost smell the money burning on your plate, but you could care less.
- >Luna even offered to pay, which was nice.
- >You aren't sure where all the attention is coming from, but you sort of like it.
- >Luna is sitting across from you, smiling politely, but not saying anything.
- >You finished your meals awhile ago, but she doesn't seem to be interested in leaving just yet.
- >You sip your wine, taking a nice long draw on the glass.
- >Once you finish, you wipe your mouth with your napkin.
- "You okay? You look zoned out."
- >She's blushing hotly, a bright pink forming on her dark blue coat.
- >She's sitting straight up, back almost uncomfortably pressed up against her chair.
- "Luna? Are you all right?"
- >"Nothing."
- >Her answer is rather quick and defensive.
- >In fact, it doesn't even make sense.
- "Luna, I asked if you were okay."
- >"Yes, it was delicious."
- >The fuck? You're a little worried to say the least. She doesn't sound drunk.
- "O-kaaay. Want to get going, then?"
- >Luna looks away from you, training her eyes anywhere but you.
- >She falls silent and bites her lip, letting your question die on the night air.
- >She begins to idly play with her hooves
- "Luna."
- >Suddenly Luna is pretending to be very interested in the salt shaker.
- >She starts to study it curiously.
- "Luna."
- >She sets it down and picks up the pepper shaker, just as intrigued.
- "Luna!"
- >"WHAT?!"
- >The restaurants patrons look over to your table, following the outburst.
- >All eyes in the dining room are now on you, including those of the wait staff.
- >Wll
- >You lean over the table, lowering your voice at her.
- "Would you like to leave now?"
- >She droops her head, looking down at her hooves.
- >"I cnfmt."
- "Pardon?"
- >"I'm wmft."
- "Luna. Do. You. Want. To. Leave?"
- >"I CAN'T!"
- >Again, all eyes in the restaurant pivot over to your table, all the conversation stopping.
- >You put your head down again, embarrassed.
- >She….can't?
- >What does that even mean?
- >Luna waves you over silently, asking you to come closer.
- >Intrigued as to what she possibly might mean, you get up from your chair, throwing your napkin on the table.
- >You walk around the table and she gets up momentarily, hooves behind her back.
- >You're hit with a smell unlike anything you've smelled before.
- >It smells like she bathed in some weird cologne.
- >You notice a spot on her chair is soaking wet and little droplets of moisture are running off.
- >It doesn't look like she pissed herself, the smell would be different, but.
- >Holy crap.
- >"I've been thinking about…us."
- >You look up from the chair to her, then back to the chair.
- >You did this?
- >Luna turns around to show you, and sure enough, her nethers are dripping with arousal.
- >You take her by the hoof, about to drag her out of there and get her back to the castle.
- >But her hoof takes your hand.
- >Her face, which has been worrisome and anxious up until this point, melts into the biggest smirk you've ever fucking seen.
- >"Anonymous…think you could help…calm me down?"
- >Something clicks in your brain as you remember the words, in that order.
- >Shit.
- >Her hooves take up residence on your shoulders, forcing you into a kneeling position right in front of her.
- >She spins around again, somehow managing to kick her hindlegs up onto your shoulders, using you to prop herself up and slide herself back.
- >It was an expertly laid trap. There were clues. You should have seen this coming.
- >It's not that you don't want to, but, holy shit she got you good.
- >Your face is an inch from her snatch and Luna looks back over her shoulder at you.
- >"Now, be a good boy and lick your princess."
- >You hear a clatter as the table nearest you drops their glass onto the floor.
- >A quick look around reveals not only has the restaurant grown to a standstill, but ponies on the street have stopped to gawk at you.
- >You aren't used to taking commands, but, you find it hard to resist her intoxicating aroma.
- >Not to mention the fact her pussy is shivering in anticipation,
- >You decide to give it a shot while you're still buzzed on red wine
- >You might regret it later, but pleasing Luna is high on your priority list.
- >With your nose, you rub against the inside of her thighs, poking dangerously close, but not quiet against her most intimate area.
- >You can her whine, enjoying the tease, but she throws her hips backward, pressing her mound even closer to your face.
- >She looks back at you with gritted teeth and stern eyes, her entire jawline growing tense. You even see a vein beginning to pop out on her forehead.
- >"I said, be a good boy and LICK!"
- >Oddly cowed, you nod and press your lips up against her snatch, giving it a quick kiss while your hand timidly begins to pet her flank.
- >But you decide to obey her commands, somewhere deep down oddly liking this outburst from Luna.
- >You lap gently around her folds, producing an audible hum from your date.
- >Her tail swishes back and forth above you as she wiggles her hips.
- >She's turned her face around to watch you, biting her lip to keep herself from gasping out in pleasure.
- >As if it would do you any good. The entire restaurant has grown to a complete standstill and people are getting up to leave.
- >Waitresses look to one another, silently asking each other if there's something they should do.
- >But what would it say about their restaurant if they kicked out a Princess of Equestia?
- >So they're sort of powerful the two of you from going at it.
- >"M-more."
- >The Night Princesses order is simple and you obey it, forcing your tongue into her honeypot, making shallow little dives into her.
- >She cries out on each one and even giggles from time to time.
- >Whether she's giggling in pleasure or just likes seeing you on your knees is the real question.
- >Two can play at this game.
- >It doesn't take you long to find her clit, which has started to wink with all the attention.
- >You zero in on it, making it the sole recipient of your attention.
- >Luna yelps and hold onto her chair for dear life, looking back at you in desperation.
- >"Y-yes! Anon, keep going!"
- >One of her legs begins to flex and jitter involuntarily as you assault the nub mercilessly.
- >You might have just found her Achilles Heel.
- >Your hands are now covering the half-moons on her hindquarters
- >You give one of them affectionate rubs while you deliver a quick slap to the other.
- >Luna gasps out in shock more than pain and looks at you lustily.
- >"Nmm! N-naughty."
- >She has the nerve to call you naughty? As you lick her out in front of a restaurant full of other ponies?
- >If you ever get her back to the castle you're going to pound her until her face fuses with the headboard.
- >For now though, you focus.
- >Luna whines with all your attention
- >Suddenly she's lost the ability to boss you around and gradually you take control of the situation again.
- >It was a valiant effort on her part, but you've found her weakness.
- >You practically torture her clit with your tongue, nibbling at it.
- >Luna is practically screaming for you.
- >"Ah! Anon! P-please!"
- >The restaurant is clearing out, with waiters moving flat against the wall.
- >Everyone seems content to give you a minimum safe distance
- >Ponies walking past the restaurant on the street see what's going on and either trot away hastily or look at one another in disbelief.
- >Hey, at least you and Luna are injecting some excitement into the town.
- >The more you tease at Luna's moist tunnel, the larger the trickle of nectar that spills out of her.
- >You press your tongue as deep as it can go, shoveling out morsels of wetness.
- >She's close, you can tell by the way her entire body is shivering and legs falter.
- >"Anon, don't sssssstop!"
- >You suppress the urge to laugh as she calls out for you.
- >You wouldn't dream of stopping now.
- >Teasing is fun, but you're certain she'd never forgive you if you did.
- >Stuffing her with your tongue, you search around inside, lapping out the moisture.
- >You're in store for a lot more of it, though, as Luna squeals in joy
- >Her dams burst and unleash a torrent of femcum.
- >It washes over your chin into your mouth, as you use her tongue to help her ride out climax.
- >Eventually, her body goes limp and her orgasm exhausts itself.
- >You stand, watching Luna twitch and spasm below you.
- >You look around to notice other ponies all red-faced, too interested to look away but obviously hiding your embarrassment.
- >Some frown, disappointed the fun is over and others because they don't want to be around when you both come to.
- >As your girlfriend sputters and moans bent over her chair, you pick her up and throw her over your shoulder.
- >Despite being an alicorn, she's surprisingly light.
- "Come on, Luna. Let's get you back to the castle."
- >She nuzzles your neck, burrowing into your shoulder, as if trying to hide inside you.
- >"T-thanks."
- "Did I do well?"
- >She doesn't answer right away. But you can hear two distinct hums one after the other.
- >"Mm-hmm. You please your Princess, Anonymous.
- >You chuckle.
- "Your sister is gonna kill me."
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