Sexslave anon 3 (clop)

>FlutterShy had long since gone, and you were laying down for bed, after finishing up your nightly routine.

>You climb under your fresh sheets and flip the switch on your headboard, dimming the lights down to just ambiance.

>Head connecting with the feathery pillow, a tired feeling floods over you, like a great wave.

>You’re lulling in and out of sleep, you’re body fighting it’s embrace for some unknown reason.

>Faintly, a rapping noise echoes throughout the chamber.

>It peaks your senses and you open your eyes slightly.

>This is a surprise.

>Making her way to you, slow and low, is that famed mare of the night.

>She gets close then stands there, almost thinking over what she plans on doing.

>Might as well see what she has planned, might be fun.

>Her face shows different emotions, flickering between confidence and reluctance.

>A stern look grapples her face, and she comes closer.

>She’s within spitting distance, and you get an idea.

>As her face gets close to yours, you burst your eyes open wide, and say “Hi”

>Startled like a child, she jumps onto your bed, and latches around your neck.

“Something I could help you with?”

>Attempting to regain her composure, she clears her throat.

>”Oh, Hmm yes, I was just coming down to make sure everything was alright, is all.”

“Sure, now cut the shit. What’s a matter moonbutt?”

>You’d take to calling her that, after you heard Celestia say. When she did, Luna laughed, but when you do it, she seems almost embarrassed.

>”Well, you see, Anon, working the night shift can be… rather lonely. Most of the time I end up re arranging the stars into profanity, but it gets old after a while..”

“You just want some company?”

>”I suppose…”

>Might as well humor her.

“Alright, let me grab my robe.”

>Her eyes light up, the stars themselves shining though.

>She hops down off your body, and alternates her front legs up and down.

“Calm down there, skipper.”

>”Skipper?”

“Never mind, let me grab my stuff.”

 >Slipping out of your warm, soft sheets, you slip into the gloves of comfort Celestia had given to you, they were specially made, and had individual places for each toe.

>You’re in nothing but your skivvies as you yawn and waddle over your coat rack.

>You suit up and walk back to your frantic friend.

“Ready?”

>She nods, and you throw an arm around her neck.

>Locking the door behind you, you begin your way down the corridors.

“So, what do you want to do?”

>”Well… I do have something I’ve wanted to do for a while, but never had an accomplice. Let me gather some things, meet me at Tia’s chambers.”

“Okay.”

>Crazy mare dashes off down the hall, and you begin the climb to Celestia’s room.

>As you approach her door, you wave the guards off, and enter the room.

>She’s passed out, sprawled across her bed, tongue hanging out of her mouth.

“How graceful.” You say under your breath.

>After waiting a minute or two, you get bored and decide to do some searching.

>She’s got tons of drawers to dig through, but one specific one catches your eye.

>It’s similar to all the rest, except for having a key slot on it.

>She was never good at remembering to lock doors behind herself, so you give it a tug, and out pulls the drawer.

>Several long fleshy looking rods and bottles of unmarked liquids fill the drawer, and you chuckle under your breath.

>This is some good blackmail material.

>Hearing the door open, you push the drawer in and stand there nonchalantly.

>In walks Luna, a large bowl of what you assumed was water, and another bag draped over her left wing.

>She has a smile a mile wide as she approaches you.

>In a quite tone you speak out.

“So, what’s the plan?”

>She hoofs you the bowl and points over to Celly.

“Oh, I know this prank, good one!”

>She keeps her smile.

>You walk over, place the bowl on her bed, and lift her hoof off of her chest, and place it in the bowl.

>Wouldn’t you know it, like a hillbilly R. Kelly fantasy, a golden stream cuts the night air and splashes on her chest.

>She begins to stir, and you quickly remove the bowl.

>You motion to Luna to get down, and she falls like a ton of bricks.

>Lightly, you fall to the ground, right as the soaked solar princess stirred awake.

>C ”Wha- oh not again…”

>C “Oh well.”

>Her head hits the pillow and she begins snoring.

>Looking over to Luna, she is hardly able to contain her giggles.

“We should probably get out of here”

>”One more thing”

>She climbs on the piss soaked sheets, a tube of something in her hand.

>Taking Celestias right front hoof, she smears some paste on it, and takes her left front hoof and pushes them together.

>She repeats the process with the bottom hooves before climbing off the bed and motioning for you to leave.

>Exiting the room you speak up again.

“What was that?”

>”Industrial strength super glue.” She says with a laugh, and you join in.

“She’s going to wake up tomorrow, covered in her own piss, and unable to move. I think I love you.” You say jokingly.

>”R-really?”

>Umm… don’t want to piss her off.

“Not /that/ way, but yes.”

>”Oh…” She says with a look of disappointment.

>You’ve got to make this right.

“So, you said something about rearranging the stars? That sounds interesting.”

>”Yeah, it’s very.”

“Think I could see it?”

>”You want to see it?”

“Sure!”

>The disappointment melts away, and she begins to trot down the hall.

>You enter the large garden and admire the various plants and shrubs as you walk down the path.

>Stopping at the end of the trail, you sit upon the large flat stones looking over the horizon.

“It’s beautiful out here.”

>”It’s much nicer under the moonlight.”

>She’s right, it’s like an entirely different place.

“So, about those stars?”

>”Oh, yeah.”

>Her horn begins to glow and you search the skies for any sign of movement.

>As you scour the black sea, a blinking dot catches your attention.

>It begins to wobble, before breaking into a steady movement.

“Amazing!”

>One by one, the stars begin to shuffle around, dancing and floating past each other.

>A cluster of stars fall into alignment, depicting what looks like a stick figure.

“What’cha doing?”

>She remains silent.

>Sweat is beginning to form on her brow, as the number of moving stars increases.

>Next to the stick man, another creature begins to take shape.

>It hits you at once.

>She was depicting herself and you, but why?

>The sky was cleared in an area, all except for the two figures.

>Her stellar body places its front legs upon your shoulders, and they begin to dance around the empty sky.

>She’s really straining herself now, a light grunt emits from her as she moves them.

>After almost losing control of them, your body takes control, and you grab her tightly, planting a kiss deep upon her.

>You can see the stars fly back into place in her eyes.

>Breaking from it, she begins to catch her breath.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me, it’s just… that was so beautiful.”

>She looks as if she were going to say something, but instead, leans back in, and commandeers your mouth.

>You decide to roll with it, and in no time, you have her on her back, breathing through her nose sucking face with you.

>Running your hands up each side of her belly, she shivers under your touch.

>They stop as you reach her face, a hand on each side of her snout.

>You try to break from her embrace, but she doesn’t want to let go.

>Your hands shoot down below her wings, and you tickle lightly at the basses.

>Her own body betrays her, as she releases and giggles profusely.

“So… That happened. How do you feel about, maybe, taking it a step further?”

>Her eyes begin to twinkle, and you feel tingly all over.

>Horn taking light, you brace for impact.

>Closing your eyes, and waiting for impending doom, you open them to see a completely new scene.

“A-are we on the Moon?”

>”Take a look for yourself.”

>Turning around, the blue green orb behind you confirms your question.

“How… how am I breathing?”

>”You’ve been around for how long now? And you’re still asking these questions?”

“Fair enough, but to my previous question, I’m going to take that as a yes.”

>Nodding her head, she waves you over.

>You’re still getting used to the gravity, and you go flying face first at her.

>Luckily, she catches you, and you both sit on the ground.

“So, how do you want to do this?”

>”I’m in my element, so whatever makes you comfortable.”

>You don’t want to take the chance of floating away…

“How about you be on top.”

>”Sounds good to me, cowboy.”

>Cowboy? Whatever.

>Lying on your back, the uneven moon bed gives you slight discomfort, but it’s quickly overpowered by the tugging upon your boxers.

>”Could I get a little help here?”

>Undoing the button, she reaches in with her mouth, and encompasses the semi-hard length of your member.

>Beginning with light suction, and easy pressure, she slides up and down, eyes locked on yours.

>Placing your hand behind her head, you guide her down in a rhythm better for you.

>Picking up speed, your now throbbing member slams into the back of her throat, causing her to gag and pull off.

“I think that’s enough of that, your turn.”

>”I’ve never had a stallion go down on me before!” She says with excitement.

“I’m not a stallion.” You say, mustering up all the baddass in your body.

>She lays on her back, legs spread revealing her light pink lips, hidden behind dark black fur.

>As you get in close you take observation to the pulsating of her awaiting regions.

>You wait for a moment.

>”Are you going to go-“

>She trails off into a moan as you take her left lip into your mouth, and roll your tongue along it gently.

>Pressing your tongue inside of the folds, her legs begin to twitch.

>After a little search, you find that hidden nub, and latch on for dear life.

>Noises never heard before erupt from blissful state.

>It brings another question to mind; How can you hear each other on the moon?

>No time for questions like this though, you’re nose deep in pony poon, and have a mission to accomplish.

>She manages to make out in broken words “I-Anon-cum“

>And right on cue, the telescoping takes over, your tongue pressed upon harshly.

>Between contractions, you’re able to break free, and catch a glimpse of her silly face, tongue hanging out and eyes glazing over.

>Taking your opportunity, you grab her by her front legs, and pull her over yourself, like a blanket.

>Grasping your member you align it with her moistness, and she begins to slide down.

>Wonderful doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling.

>As she begins to moan, you lock lips with her, and connect deeply.

>As her pounding picks up in pace, her winking grows in intensity.

>You can feel pressure building at the base of your spine as you begin to thrust back into her.

>Each thrust stronger than the last, pulling you into the air, only to fall back down, and drive her deeper.

>She unfolds her wings, lifting you both into the air, hips still in motion, then pushes down, slamming you deeper than you’ve been so far, sending you both over the edge.

 

>There you lay, your member being milked of every last drop, swapping spit with the mare on the moon.

>As you break from the kiss, you close your eyes, and her head falls upon your chest.

>When you open your eyes again, her embrace is gone.

>Sitting up, you see you’re back in your bed, the early morning light beginning to shine through the windows.

“So it was all a dream?”

>You say to no one in particular.

>Climbing out of bed, and into your slippers you walk out into the hall, and see Luna coming towards you.

“Hey!”

>”We’ve got to do that again some time.”

“What’s stopping us?”

 

 

>Something tells you this will not be the last you see of her, and that makes you happy.

>She’s not like the others.