A Moon for Two (Anon x Luna)

>At the request of Twilight you find yourself in the library of Canterlot's castle

>Your interest expressed in Equestrian history proved much greater than either of you expected

>Ponyville's library has a good enough selection but given the opportunity to spend time back at Canterlot, Twilight practically dragged you there

>You have been sitting in the east wing of the library for some time now, lost in Dusty Tome's Collected Histories of the Middle Period

>There comes a light clopping towards you

>You assume it is the librarian come to tell you they'll be closing soon

>Instead it is a tall, dark blue alicorn

>You don't know that many alicorns but you're pretty sure this one is Princess Luna

>Approaching, she greets you cordially and you do the same, standing from your seat to offer a short bow

>"Please, thou art not one of our subjects, there is no need make such obeisance."

>She walks over to the table you've been sitting at and scans over your books

>"Thou hast taken an interest in our history?"

>"While you've enjoyed a lot more people than my own species it's no less fascinating."

>Luna beams at you, moving to sit down next you

>"May I... perhaps beg an indulgence of thy time?"

>You nod, curious as to what the lady might wish

>"We have been... encountering difficulties adjusting to some of our modern society's rules. Wouldst thou assist me?"

>"I'm a stranger to this world too, ma'am, I don't think I'd be much use to you."

>"Oh but we understand thou hast integrated into our society with much ease. Surely thou couldst offer what thou hast learned?

>By the piteous look in her eyes and wavering smile she offers you cannot possibly turn her down

 

>With the already waning light from the setting sun steadily decreasing you begin explaining some simple concepts to Luna

>She hangs upon your every word, at times requesting to engage in physical contact in the manner ponies do in this time

>Experience has taught you to be wary of strange mares seeking to touch you but all throughout Luna has been respectful

>"And now I find I must ask of the ways in which ponies court one another."

>This is, obviously, something of a sore spot for you

>Your only involvement in this area have been the less than kindly advances of your would-be rapists as well as the other, lecherous, insinuations from various other ponies

>Far from being upset, Luna seems almost intrigued that they would do such things

>"We... must admit, thou dost possess qualities we find most... appealing."

>You don't like the way her eyes are now scanning over you

>Or how her lips are curling back into that smile

>But it suddenly drops as she looks down at her hooves, rubbing them together slowly

>She looks back up, her hungry eyes replaced by that pleading look from earlier

>"We know it is, perhaps, much to ask of thee but wouldst thou... demonstrate how one should conduct oneself in matters romantic?"

>You mull the question over

>At least in this case, the mare has had the decency to ask you

>And she hasn't said anything about the more physical aspects of her inquiry

 

>In fact, she's been very blasé about the whole rape attempts

>This could prove an opportunity to get to know a powerful individual

>At any rate, there isn't a man alive who could refuse those wide, cyan eyes

>At your agreement she hops up and clops her hooves together excitedly

>"Twilight Sparkle's reading of thee has been most accurate! Thou art a gentlecolt, to thy core."

 

>You begin explaining the basics of modern courtship, getting to know the individual you're interested in, spending time with them, that sort of thing

>Really, it's not all that different from other relationships

>Usually one or both parties express interest in forming a romantic relationship, however

>Sometimes people are introduced through a mutual friend, all that sort of thing

>The Princess leans across the table throughout, listening intently and nodding at the appropriate times

>"And what of... mating?"

>You see a light blush rise to her cheeks at this question

>If anything it only reinforces the idea that she both has little concept of intercourse and is also too shy about it to even consider forcing herself upon you

>"It differs from couple to couple, I'm afraid there's no simpler answer than that. The only advice I can give is to be sure you meet with someone who shares your own desires in the area."

 

>"We see..."

>She looks down at her hooves thoughtfully again though they're decidedly quieter this time

>Looking back up she seems to want to say something, her mouth opening and closing a few times but no sound issuing forth

>She blushes heavily, looking away from you quickly before moving her gaze back slowly

>"W-wouldst thou..."

>"Your highness?"

>She places her hooves on the ground, furrowing her brow into a look of determination

>"We would like to... request the pleasure of thy company at an... evening rendezvous tonight."

>Luna is sitting looking at you very intently, her eyes scanning over your face

>It's a little amusing how hesitant an immortal being of her power should be about something so trivial but then, putting yourself in her position, you can sympathise and find a way to force down your laughter

>Twilight had, once or twice, asked you out but nothing had really come of it

>It proved, however, you were capable of spending time in a romantic setting with a pony without the Damoclean threat of rape hanging over you

>"Your highness, it would be my pleasure."

 

>Luna's idea of a "romantic rendezvous" had been, predictably, a dinner at one of Canterlot's more distinguished eateries

>She had left you with two requests: to, for the remainder of this night, address her by her name and to ensure you wore suitable attire

>She seemed to stress the second part quite a bit but you couldn't blame her, really

>Thankfully you'd taken a suit with you on the off-chance that you should be invited to dine with the Princesses

>Though the thought had only occurred after Twilight had reminded you at the last minute and flown into a panic

>Throughout the... date, Luna would try to engage in idle conversation though much of it tended to find its way back to more academic or otherwise esoteric subjects

>You would assure her your laughter was definitely not directed at her when she would quietly request information as to more suitable topics

>Apart from that it was enjoyable in its own way

>Your palate may not be so refined as to appreciate the nuances of such haute cuisine but the ambiance and Luna's charming innocence more than made up for it

>That is, the ambiance once the ponies there calmed down enough and the staff didn't bring out every dish shaking down to their hooves

 

>The walk back to her quarters was taken up with smalltalk, Luna seeming to be pleased with how the evening had proceeded

>Arriving back at her chambers it is oddly devoid of the guards you might expect to stand watch outside it

>"We must thank you again, Anon, for thy kindness in this regard! If thou wouldst request a boon of us, speak and it shall be granted."

>Really there's nothing you can think of right now but perhaps a little boost to the lady's confidence would be in order

>"Luna, it was a great evening. I don't think you'll have anything to worry about when you start looking for a companion."

>While up to now she had been smiling widely at you, hearing your words she suddenly looks at you in confusion

>"Seek out a companion... but we thought thou understood this was out attempt to do so. Have we failed to make our intent clear?"

>Oh dear...

>"You could say that. I thought you asked me out to get a feel for what dates are like."

>She furrows her brow further, looking at her chamber doors and then back to you

>"But... we made it clear we wished a demonstration of how to conduct oneself in matters romantic?"

>"And I think we've done that pretty well. Don't you?"

>Oh dear god do you hope she does

>"But is not being intimate with one's... date a part of that?"

>Her lower lip begins to termble, her previously flowing mane slowing down and falling to her sides

>"Art thou not to be the surcease of our terrible loneliness?"

>Oh fuck

 

>Alright, Anon, think fast

>This is an alicorn, there's no way you could hope to knock her out and deal with the guards later

>Perhaps, considering her position, an appeal to her vanity is in order

>"Luna, you are a truly beautiful pony-"

>Her face immediately lights up at this and she reaches a hoof out to you

>"- however, you must consider the ramifications of this. You are one of the princesses and I'm just a man. Leaving aside our obvious special differences don't you think it would be inappropriate for you to bed me?"

>Her features, unfortunately, do not lose their cheer as she speaks

>"Oh but thou art the only one of thy kind! That affords thee a position of renown, one which I should be honoured to share in."

>Her hoof meets with your chest and traces a line towards your neck

>Yeah, probably shouldn't have given her a brief rundown of sensual touching earlier...

>Still, this provides a chink in her armour

>You put on your best frown as you take her hoof in your hand

>"Is that all I am to you? Just a pawn in your political machinations? Someone to be exploited for your gain?"

>Luna pulls her hoof from you and looks down

>Gotcha!

 

>"N-No, we would never think do do such a thing. It is just... we have... our position has not..."

>She looks away suddenly, her body shaking

>She's not... oh good lord she can't be

>"Th-Thou art the f-first to... show any... -any- desire..."

>She trails off softly, quiet sobs echoing down the halls

>Well shit, now you feel like some kind of asshole

>At least Flutters and AJ have had other ponies express interest in them

>But that doesn't solve the problem of what the hell you're going to do with her

>"Luna, can't you see we're just too different?"

>She looks back at you, the moisture on her cheeks glinting in the moonlight from a nearby window

>"I... I do not think so! I think the kindness thou hast shown me is genuine!"

>"Of course it was."

>Okay, this is something you can work with

>"So thou dost care about u-us?"

>Now we're getting somewhere

>"I do. And that's why-"

>"Thou... didst not wish too appear too eager to claim our maidenhead!"

>And in a flash that smile from earlier has reappeared

>Uh

>Shit

>"Thou truly art a gentlecolt! B-But we do! We wish for thee to be with us, we are -most- desirous of it!"

>Guess it's time for plan b

 

>You take one of Luna's hooves in your hand and press it against your chest

>"Oh madame Luna, how I do so yearn to lie with you and yet..."

>She looks stricken suddenly, eyes widening impossibly

>"Surely thou canst not be proposing... ?"

>"Ah, but I am!"

>And with that you promptly take off down the corridor, putting as much distance between the two of you

>Fuck, maybe you can find a guard and convince him

>"WE HAD HOPED THOU WOULDST NOT DISPENSE WITH THE ANCIENT MATING RITES!"

>Oh good fuck, if you had hoped to make a getaway with as little commotion as possible you're sure half the castle is now awake

>You run as fast as your legs will carry you, twisting and turning down empty hallways, not caring or even knowing where you're going

>All you know is you have to get out of here

>Get away from this Lunatic

>At a different time you might have paused to admire the architecture and priceless artworks but all they did now was signal you were getting close to getting outside

 

>Great! There's sure to be guards patrolling...

>The gardens?

>That furious clopping that's been following you isn't abating

>Well what the hell can you do now? This isn't exactly the perfect place to hide

>Not that you're sure you could even hide from-

>"WE CHOSE WELL! THOU HAST PICKED A MOST SUITABLE ARENA TO END OUR CHASE! SUITABLY ROMANTIC!"

>Turning you see your pursuer beating her wings in mid-air, eyes white and radiating power, hooves splayed and held aloft

>And yet, for all this display she's smiling

>Did you unwittingly do something horribly right?

>Yes, yes you did you gibbering moron

>It's now that you recall reading about an old mating ritual of two lovers chasing each other across the plains of Equestria

>Where else but fucking Dusty Tome's Collected Histories of the Middle Period, the very book Luna had seen you reading

>This is also the perfect opportunity to idly wonder if you'd just been playing into her hooves the entire time

>"NOW LET US BUCK IN THE CUSTOM OF EARTH PONIES!"

>Great use of your time, by the way

>You make for another run but before you can even move, Luna has closed the gap and in a flash of light your world turns to blackness

 

>There is you, the darkness and the sound of your breathing

>Did Luna fuck up? Did she, just maybe, send you to some extraplanar dimension? You can breath so at least there's an atmosphere. Is it somewhere in Equestria? Are you back home? Back home on Earth?

>Your thoughts are cut short by a prick of light coming into being in front of you

>The way it flickers... it must be a... candle?

>Yes, there's another one flickering to life next to it

>And another

>And another next to that one. More are lighting up, all in one direction

>You follow them and realise you're moving in a circle

>Coming full around you're greeted by a set of cyan eyes and a smiling blue face

>Well

>A swift death really was too much to hope for

>"Dost thou likest this? We spent the evening preparing it for thee."

>Her voice is just above a whisper and in that you realise just how close she is to you

>You can practically feel her breath on your face

>It's soft and actually a little sweet, almost like wildflowers

>"Luna-"

>You're cut short by a pair of impossibly soft lips meeting your own

>The shock is initially too much for you to do anything but remark that, yes, they really are pretty soft

>And... oh god is that a tongue snaking against your mouth?!

>You pull back just as suddenly as this assault has begun

>Luna is looking at you quizzically

>You look about and see that this is a bedroom

>A big bedroom

>A really fucking -big- bedroom

>All decked out in various dark shades of blue

>Tapestries of the lunar cycles and star charts litter the walls

>At one end sits a massive bed in similar colouration

>This is bad

 

>A soft giggle brings your attention back to your captor

>"Hah! We didst not expect to catch thee unawares! Is... is it displeasing to thee?"

>Her expression changes to one of concern and you feel a hoof settle on your shoulder

>You're still just a little too shocked to do more than look at her mutely

>"Anon? Is our touch too sensuous? We did only as thou instructed."

>Her hoof is rubbing your shoulder

>It's not the most pleasant thing you've ever had done to you

>"Luna... what the hell was that!"

>She immediately shies away, pulling her hooves closer to her and looking slightly away from you

>"We... thou told us spontaneity is a much regarded romantic gesture. We thought to add our own creative touch to the rite."

>"Spontaneous little things, yes! Not kidnapping!"

>"But thou gave the traditional call to be chased!"

>Luna slumps down, looking up at you sadly

>"This modern romance is most confusing..."

>You look about once more, noticing how each candle is dark blue with a small, white crescent moon inlaid

>The bed has velvet looking cushions heaped upon it and at the dresser beside it a stick of incense burns

>The curtains are now drawn back from the window, flooding the room with cool moonlight and a warm fire now burns in the hearth

>She really did go to a lot of trouble

>Maybe you can still let her down gently, at least

 

>Drawing Luna up gently you lead her to the bed

>Naturally she perks up at this, near skipping over ahead of you

>Already sitting at the edge, she pats it lightly, smiling widely to you

>You sit down next to her, being careful to keep your gaze even

>Before you can even begin to talk Luna forestalls you

>"Forgive us but we are..."

>Her ears suddenly pin back, a hot blush rising to her cheeks

>"We... we are not... thou art our... our first..."

>Okay

>Whoah

>Hold on there fucko

>"Luna?"

>Her ears practically flatten against her head, you can feel the heat radiating from her cheeks

>"I-It is not... we... please..."

>"Luna, how... ?"

>Okay, just think for one second you ass

>She's in a precarious position and more than powerful enough to turn you into a fine, red paste

>"You've lived for so long, how can I be your first?"

>Ooh, not good

>Luna ducks her head down, trying desperately to hide from you

 

>"O-Our station does not afford... th-the opportunities to m-meet with... with... suitors..."

>Oh right, the whole goddess of the night, Celestia's considered exponentially hotter, thousand year cock-block on the moon thing

>"Okay. But why immediately go for someone who's not even the same species as you?"

>"B-Because thou wert kind to us? Thou showed interest in our romantic affairs! Thou even offered to extend thy experience in this arena!"

>And look where that got you

>"But doesn't that show you have what it takes to find a nice colt?"

>Luna continues looking down for a moment before whipping her head up to look at you far more intensely than she has all night

>"No."

>There's no great emotion behind the statement, it's just a blank... statement

>"We realise now thou possess qualities not found in ponies. We must experience these. We must!"

>Aww crap

>Plan c? You better believe there isn't one

>Not yet at least

 

>As the goddess closes down upon you, you espy a window that would serve as a suitable means of escape

>From this tower, however, it would prove certain death

>Then again, it'd be quick and painless!

>"We have read upon the new... sexual practice... of foreplay. Thy fingers would serve most appropriately as instruments of pleasure for us."

>Her voice is a husky whisper saying that but as soon as she does her ears pin back once more

>It's more than a little jarring how she waxes from licentious to retreating but then again...

>"And surely thou h-hast noted our... soft lips..."

>If the situation weren't so perilous you might feel a little embarrassed for her

>But looking into her eyes you realise this is it

>No guards are going to knock down the doors, Twilight isn't going to teleport in asking where you've been and unless she's got some sort of sixth sense you can't hope for Fluttershy to materialise and fight for possession of you

>Maybe you can at least stall her until something comes to mind

 

>"O-oh, of... course, Luna! Uh, can't have a good time without foreplay!"

>Alright, that seems to have picked her up somewhat

>At least her grin is sincere rather than predatory this time

>She keeps it for a moment longer, eyes looking into your own before she frowns slightly

>"How are we to proceed in this matter?"

>She's kidding

>She's kidding, right?

>You're not letting her anywhere near your pants, not yet anyway so maybe you can at least keep things clean

>"Luna... I've heard stories about the wings of pegasi. I mean... they're mostly jokes but is there any truth... ?"

>"Yes?"

>Oh great, you're going to have to just spell it out for her

>"Well I've heard they're... you know... sensitive."

>She continues to look at you quizzically before a blush, yet again, touches her cheeks

>This time her expression doesn't change

>"It is a very... it is considered extremely inappropriate for all save the closest lovers to... stimulate... each others wings."

 

>You flash a smile you're sure is more of a grimace and hope for the best

>"As you can see, I have no wings but that doesn't mean I can't... please -you-, right? That is, if it's not too forward-"

>POMF

>Wow

>You've seen larger pegasi who have quite large wingspans but seeing one of the princesses in this state really puts it in perspective

>Before you remember you've basically given her the female alicorn equivalent of a boner

>You feel a sudden and completely unrelated desire to quaff as much alcohol as your liver can handle

>"W-We are sorry! This is all so very... exciting!"

>As if it isn't writ large upon her back

>"I'm sure it is, Luna and you shouldn't be ashamed to... show your... arousal... i-it's a real turn on for me..."

>Dionysus are you there? If you could just send down an oenochoe of something strong that'd be marvellous

>"O-Oh, Anon, thy words are so... we understand it is the custom of this age to be so free but even so, we find it..."

 

>"Exciting?"

>"Yes!"

>Why did she have to say it like that. And with her eyes so wide and the way she's hovering over you...

>But you can only stall for so long

>"So, Luna, if you would please..."

>She instead continues to smile at you blankly

>"Would you lie down on the bed, please?"

>"Oh!"

>Luna daintily hops up and pads into the centre of the bed, lying prone, wings still flared out

>She's giving you those bedroom eyes

>Okay, Anon, just pretend it's a woman

>A really weirdly proportioned, winged woman...

>Taking a breath, you crawl over next to her before repositioning yourself behind her

>No, this is going to give her ideas what's wrong with you, idiot

>You, instead, smartly move to straddle her waist between her knees

>This elicits a little squeak from her as well as a mock admonishing glance

>The candles and incense really aren't doing anything to take your mind off what you're about to do

 

>Okay

>Okay, you can do this

>Just... get in there and rustle those jimmies

>Wings! Wings!

>Enough jimmies have been rustled, you don't need to add to it

>"Luna? I'm going to start now, alright?"

>"We understand..."

>Her voice is light and airy, almost distant; that of one about to see a dream realised

>Actually, you can stall for just a few seconds more

>Slowly take off that jacket- why is she turning to look- oh god, why is her smile getting- if you had jimmies left to rustle you might have begun to weep for your innocence

>You stretch out your arms for just a moment and realise this can finally, definitely be put off no longer

>Unless you can ask if she has any lotion ar- no

>No, that's going in the wrong direction. Stop that

>With trembling hands you reach out and place them at the base of her neck

>There's a light gasp and you feel her muscles tense before relaxing immediately

>Running your hands down over her back you feel just how toned her muscles really are

>For the figurehead of a government she certainly seems to keep herself in good condition

>Brushing against the wing joint on her back she gasps suddenly, wings snapping tighter and beginning to tremble

>You know you shouldn't want to, you don't but if you can make this intense enough it might just wear her out and allow you a chance for escape

>At this stage anything's worth a shot

>Seeing this is such a sensitive spot you begin to gently run your hands around the joint

>"A-Anon!"

>You halt immediately, looking up to her

>"No! Keep going!"

>You continue, running your fingers around the ball of the joint, spreading out your hand and putting pressure along individual points

>The undulations of her body between your legs is... truly an experience you will never forget

 

>Unable to shut your ears against what's going on you can't help but hear Luna panting, her breath coming in ragged gasps

>Time to move on

>They wings themselves look strong enough, it shouldn't be a problem to apply pressure to them

>Not to anything but your destroyed sensibilities

>A light squeeze, running along the limb brings a moan from the lady

>One that is quickly muffled as she throws her head into the pillows and holds it there, thankfully

>In another life you might have admired these wings in their own right but not now

>That would be wrong

>Feeling more confident, you press down against the muscles holding them stiff

>There's a squeak, a gasp and a trembling that doesn't cease, throughout her body

>Alright, you're getting there

>Moving further along the wing you keep a press on them and Luna keeps up her moaning

>At the end of the wing proper, you swirl a finger against the end point

 

>"Anon!"

>You look up to her

>"D-Do that again b-but push... down on them!"

>You obey without question, glad she's giving direction as to how you might end this quicker

>"Y-Yes! That's it!"

>Perhaps... yes, if you can just move your knees so they're pressed against the axillars of the wings

>Now just to give a -light- squeeze

>"AH! CELESTIA!"

>Okay, that's not creepy at all

>But it does signal you're on the right track

>At least if her increased breathing and the way she's grinding herself against the bed are anything to go by

>Moving back to the coverts, you pull down as hard as you can, unsurprised by how they don't budge

>And equally unsurprised at how tense Luna's body becomes

>"OH! OH! CELESTIA, YES!"

>At least she hasn't that 'traditional royal Canterlot voice', so you've heard it called, directed at you

 

>She's shaking heavily now, muttering your name when she's not crying out her sister's

>A part of you silently reflects that there must surely have been better alternatives than this

>Still, at least her lack of any previous attention is making this job easier

>You're nearing the end now, you think

>You really can't tell but if the increase in pitch of Luna's voice is anything to go by it must be

>If there is any justice in this world it is

>Hoping to seal the deal, you grab the middle of her wing and yank down, putting your body weight behind it and squeezing tightly upon the limb

>There's a moment of blessed silence and then it all happens at once

>Luna lets loose a cry of 'Celestia' that would make even the most kinkish of hellions blush

>The doors to the chambers are thrown open and a giant white fucking horse strides in

>You feel the body between your legs ripple and quiver before it stops just as suddenly, the wings you were holding on to going limp

 

>This is probably bad

 

>You have no time to wallow in the shame of your depraved act before a great voice booms from the rear of the room

>"Luna! What's wrong, I heard you crying out for me and-"

>You knew that voice

>It was the voice that had ushered you into this nation as a citizen, had welcomed you as one of her own, had spoken with love and admiration for her sister

>The sister you now look as if you'd been treating as a steed at the Grand National

>"Celestia! I was-"

>"Sister, I can explain! We-"

>You're both cut off by the soft clopping of Celestia moving further into the room

>Her face is unreadable as she approaches, a frilly pink robe draped over her withers

>Standing at the side of Luna's bed she now has a perfect view of your position atop her

>"My dearest sister, it is so good of you to... have warmed up our honoured guest."

>A strange feeling runs through you - it is if millions of jimmies were resting peacefully and then were suddenly rustled

 

>Luna, evidently not sharing your confusion takes the chance to ask what her sister is talking about

>"Now that I see you in such an... intimate position I understand why now why you had the servants fetching candles and drawing up new incense. It is no mean feat to have taken this man to your bed and now that you have... hmm, he's shown he certainly knows how to treat a pony."

>If Luna could pull off a predatory smile it was truly the moon to Celestia's own

>You have no time to find an objection of any kind before you're roughly thrown from Luna's back

>She's standing on her bed and advancing upon her sister now

>"Perhaps thou wouldst like to be more forthcoming with thy meaning, sister."

>Celestia lets out one of her charming, throaty laughs before casting that unsettling gaze upon Luna

>"My meaning is quite simple: you've warmed him up to bedding down with us and now I've come to claim my prize."

>Gotta think fast!

>"No! No, thou hast always done this! Mark our words, thou shalt not lay claim to him, we will not allow it."

 

>Lying on the floor, a part of you feels somewhat incensed that either could think to 'lay claim' to you

>But that's beside the point you thundering idiot, this is your chance!

>Half running, half scrabbling to your feet you beat a hasty retreat from the chambers of Lunaughty and back to your own

 

>The rest of your stay at Canterlot is devoid of its previous sense of excitement and enjoyment

>In fact, you don't really feel much of anything

>Twilight keeps asking you what's wrong but you don't tell her. You can't. You can never tell anyone

>Luna and Celestia worked out their differences, you concluded after seeing them making innuendo around you that, thankfully, Twilight didn't quite get

>The way Celestia would suck upon her dessert spoon... it did nothing but make your skin crawl

>But the end to your trip had to come to an end eventually

>Twilight was given the fondest regards of both princesses and wishes for a return soon

>You were... well, what you were given was given in private

>It is not something you like to think about too much

 

>Arriving back in Ponyville, Pinkie has a party ready for your return

>You don't show up

>You don't show your face around the town for the next week

>Not until Fluttershy arrives at your door that weekend

>She takes one look at you, asks how your trip was

>You don't respond but just look at her blankly

>She mentions overhearing you met the princesses

>They've been talking about what a wonderful time they had with their new friend

>She sees your eyes flick to her wings

>They flare out, Fluttershy's eyes going wide

>You slam the door shut and fall to your knees, weeping