AiE: Tex-Eques [Chapter 7]

>”Tis’ because I am in love with thee!”

>Well, this is certainly an unexpected turn of events.

>Luna has just told you she loves you.

>Never thought you’d ever get a love confession from a pastel horse.

>And here you thought the reason she hadn’t visited was because she hated you.

>The exact opposite was true.

>You weren’t sure how to respond to this.

>Yes this was a horse you’re talking about, but when it came to personality she was almost human.

>And let’s face it, the odds of you ever seeing a human woman again are slim to none.

>On top of that, she’s got that monster in her head.

>She needs more than a friend.

>She even got you this pendant.

>Something’s different however.

>It glows slightly in your hands.

>So this isn’t just a piece of metal.

>This is magic in some way.

>Most likely her doing.

>So that’s what she’s been doing with her time.

>But what does it-!?

>You begin to panic as white energy engulfs your body in a sort of cocoon.

>You close your eyes and expect something painful, but when the cocoon fades away, you realize there won’t be any pain.

>No, instead there is a strange sensation coming from your shoulder blades.

>Suddenly something white and covered in feathers catches your peripheral vision.

>A wing.

>YOUR wing.

>A twitch of your shoulder blade sends the items on a nearby shelf to the floor.

>Thankfully nothing breakable.

 

“Sorry… Ah… What happened?”

 

>”Tis’… Tis’ an enchantment.”

>Magic.

>Definitely her doing; this couldn’t have been easy.

>You try wiling the wings away and lo and behold it works.

>Back to the issue at hand.

>She wants an answer.

>Isn’t polite to keep a lady waiting.

>You needed to know what to say: yes or no?

>Obviously she wasn’t some stupid, unclean, primitive animal like the horses back home.

>No, she was a sentient, intelligent, refined being.

>You’d go so far as to call her human in all ways but form.

>That was where the conflict was.

>She wasn’t human.

>And judging from what you’d gathered, she didn’t age normally like humans did.

>She’d outlive you.

>Still, if only another 60 years, you could bring her joy and she would do her damnedest to return it.

>Then her sister’s words reach your mind again.

>She finds out, you’re one dead sonuvabitch.

>So you manage to accept she’s not human in body.

>You acknowledge she’s at the least human in mind.

>It all comes down to her sister and how much you value your life.

>No beating around the bush.

 

“What about yer’ sister? She’s threatened t’ see mah’ head roll if she finds out.”

 

>”Then she shall not be the wiser.”

 

“How do ya’ll know she won’t come snoopin’ round’?”

 

>”Our sister is content to leave us be for the most part so long as We raise the moon on time. She is perfectly fine with ignoring Us.”

>The bitterness in her voice concerns you.

 

“Ya’ll ain’t riled by th’ thought o’ lyin’ to yer sister?”

 

>”Why would we be? She hath done so to Us for the past hundred years.”

>Hundred years?

>Good god, she didn’t sound over 25.

>Yes, she would outlive you.

>Still, it’s the bitter tone in her voice that concerns you.

>You need to calm her down.

>You don’t want to lose her to that… thing in her head.

>Time to put that farmhand training to good use.

>You get on her level and carefully guide your forehead to hers, right under the horn.

>You match your own breathing with hers.

>Thankfully, it seems instincts still remain, as you can tell she’s calming down.

>Good.

 

“Calm down. I’m here.”

 

>To you it’s a simple soothing gesture, but the red-violet color of her face says that to her it’s more than that.

>You do suppose this is a rather intimate gesture with her being sentient on human level.

>No turning back now.

>You pray she can keep her mouth shut.

>For a couple of reasons.

>First, metaphorically.

>Can’t have her letting her sister know about the two of you.

>Second? Literally.

>Not too interested in frenching a horse.

>You move your face down and do something that confirms you’re insane:

>You kiss her.

>Yep, out of your mind and feelin’ fine.

>She lets out a slight squeak, an odd sound.

>Thankfully, she understands that it could get awkward, so she keeps her mouth closed until you pull back.

>After breaking apart she seems flustered.

>This isn’t the calm, composed, regal princess you know normally.

>She’s let her guard down; she trusts you more than anyone else before now.

>You have to prove worthy of that trust.

 

“Whaddya’ say we get some flyin’ lessons in tomorrow? I ain’t never had wings before. Don’t want to up an’ get myself hurt.”

 

>”O-of course!”

>You stand up again and turn to leave.

>”A-anon.”

 

“Hm?”

 

>”Th-thank you.”

 

“Ain’t no need for thankin’, darlin’.”

 

>You head back to your room and pass out with the cross around your neck.

 

>Next day you wake up as the sun is going down.

>Good timing.

>You stretch when you manage to sit up.

>Then again, more thoroughly this time, in preparation for your flight lessons.

>Given you don’t know what they might require, but it never hurts to be prepared.

>You head to the bath and run it.

>You’re somewhat eager to learn to fly.

>It would be different, a good different.

>After you bathe and shave your face, you get dressed and hear a knocking on your door.

>It’s the Winged Unicorn from yesterday.

>”Sir, Her Highness Princess Luna wishes to see you out back.”

 

“Ah figured as much.”

 

>You walk past the maid and head off to the back of the building.

>Luna’s waiting there.

>”If thou wouldst please cometh with Us, We shall begin our instruction.”

>You follow her until you reach an open area with a cliff a good distance away.

 

“Fore’ ya’ll get started, think we could practice somewhere that don’t got… well.. a clif?”

 

>She ignores you and begins her lecture.

>”For Pegasai and Alicorns, flight tis’ a simple procedure. We have powerful magic that enhances our wings and allows us to fly. You… We are not so certain. Therefore, trial and error is required. Which may well include pushing you off of that cliff.”

 

“Ah’m sorry darlin, but did ya’ll just say ya were gonna push me off a cliff?”

 

>”Hopefully it will not come to that. Either way, We shall be there to catch you should you fall.”

>That’s good to know at least.

 

“Alright then, what’s first?”

 

>”As I said, there isn’t much to it with Pegasai and Alicorns. Watch.”

>She flaps her wings once and takes off into the air.

>They continue flapping as she starts to hover.

>”Tis’ your turn!”

>You grip the cross and sprout your wings.

>You flap them a flap them and manage to take off.

>However, once in the air you end up flapping them too fast with no real rhythm, sending you back down to the ground.

 

“Ow… What’d I do wrong?”

 

>She lands next to you.

 >”Tis how you flapped thy wings; twas’ erratic. Thou must remain calm and maintain an even rate at which thou flapeth thy wings.”

>You nod and try again.

>This time you manage to stay in the air.

>Luna soon joins you.

>”Very good! Now, to begin movement.”

 

“What?”

 

>”Tis’ not very hard. Simply mimic what We do.”

>She moves away from you a few feet.

>You give it a try but find yourself on the ground again.

>Now you’re not only sore but frustrated.

>”Perhaps We should cease training for the night; thou dost seem to be growing frustrated.”

 

“Grand idea.”

 

 

>It’s been a couple of weeks since your first flying lesson.

>Good couple of weeks.

>When you weren’t learning your wings, you’d sit with Luna and trade stories.

>Of course tonight was different.

>Your flight lessons were over; once you got the hang of it, the magic helped you with the rest.

>Tonight however the two of you were going to have a dinner together.

>A nice, elegant, sophisticated dinner.

>And for it you’d used your newfound flight to go and pay a visit to a tailor in Canterlot.

>Granted it had taken some time, but you’d gotten a very nice suit.

>Now you were well groomed and ready for your dinner with her.

>You straighten our new bow tie and finish the mint in your mouth.

>You were on your best behavior tonight.

>No bad jokes, as little slang as your accent allowed, and no fuck-ups.

>Strange thing was it was outside on a balcony.

>A table was set up and everything.

>You head up and meet with Luna along the way.

>While she doesn’t have nor need a chair, one that was just your height was by the table.

>Custom made.

>The two of you take your places.

 

“So then, what’s on th’ menu?”

 

>”Something very rare and difficult to procure.”

>A butler approaches with two platters made of silver covered by silver domes.

>They’re set on the table.

>You vaguely remember him from your meetings with that underground society.

>Ah, so this is actual meat!

>The butler takes off the top and…

>Oh god.

>Steak.

>The butler leaves and you eye the meat warily.

 

“So… what um… is this made from?”

 

>”Tis’ Manticore steak. Twas’ very difficult to acquire, as We are sure thou can imagine.”

>Of course it had a side of greens, broccoli from what you could tell.

>Utensils. This is new.

>Thankfully proportioned properly.

>The two of you cut into the meat and take small bites; you were going to be on your best behavior after all.

>No reason to eat like a pig.

>The taste is incredible

>It’s better than any steak you’ve ever tasted.

>She finishes chewing and swallows.

>”Is it satisfactory?”

>You want to say it’s the best damn steak you’ve ever had, but…. Manners…

 

“It’s very good.”

 

>”That is good to know.”

>The two of you take another bite and chew again.

>She’s completely relaxed but you’re merely putting on a show.

>You’re worried about fucking this up like NOBODY’S business.

 

>You are worried.

>Conversation is not something that you excel in.

>You’re worried that he is growing bored.

>You don’t want this to turn into a disaster.

>This is important; you can’t afford to let this go down the drain.

 

>”Art thou displeased? Tis’ there something wrong?”

 

“No! Not at all! It’s just…”

 

>A concerned look crosses her face.

>”Tis’ just… what?”

>Right in the feels; her tone brings a pain to your chest.

>You need to save this ASAP.

 

“It’s just I ain’t one for conversation, or bein’ formal, or anya’ this. I was just tryin’ to be all formal and such for ya’ll.”

 

>”Twas’ quite kind of you. However, We cannot enjoy ourselves with thou acting against thy own nature so much. You did not have to do such a thing.”

>Good to know.

>Rest of the dinner went great; once things got less uptight you managed to have some good conversation.

>After you were both finished, the two of you headed back to the main hallway.

>Seems she has different plans however.

>”A-Anonymous… We… wer wondering if thou woulst like to… join us… upstairs?”

>You know where this is going.

>The question is… was your body ready?

>Fuck yes it was.

>Abstained your entire time here; couldn’t get walked in on by horses; that’d be all kinds of awkward.

 

“I don’t see th’ harm in that.”

 

>You put on a smug grin as the two of you head upstairs.

 

>You are Kithira Heartstrings.

>You are but a maid under Princess Luna.

>While the position may seem demeaning to some, it is one that you hold as being a great honor.

>Working directly under either princess is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you’d have been crazy to turn it down.

>However, tonight was different.

>Tonight you’d start something that would haunt you for the rest of your days.

>You were passing the staircase to Princess Luna’s quarters to go tidy up the guest’s room when you heard some very… suggestive noises.

>Curiosity got the better of you and you sneaked up the stairs before quietly opening the door a hair.

>You felt the heat on your face when you saw what was causing the racket:

>The strange guest was... engaging in intercourse with the Princess.

>This was unheard of!

>A commoner, not to mention this strange creature, having sex with Her Highness Princess Luna?!

>You would have to write your sister about this.

 

>You are Princess Celestia.

>You were returning to your room for the night when you noticed some of the maids were slacking off, giggling like school fillies.

>You frown and approach them.

 

“Wouldst thou mind telling Us what art so funny?”

 

>They jump, an expected reaction.

>”Y-y-your highness! It is a letter from m-my sister!”

>Stutters one of the unicorns.

>You use your power to remove the letter from her grip.

>Your eyes widen and then narrow as you read the text.

>You warned the human.

>Now he would pay.

>You toss the letter aside and gallop off to get the Elements.

 

 

>Luna giggled again as you commenced in foreplay.

>You’d found out she had this thing for you biting at the base of her mane lightly.

>Fuck if you understood it, but it got her ready to go.

>Didn’t take long either.

>Of course a bit of kissing helped too; she liked if you tied something a bit more romantic into it.

>You brush some of her ethereal mane away from her smiling face.

>Today you weren’t starting with foreplay; she insisted on pleasuring you first.

>Turns out humans had a bit more stamina than mares did.

>She liked that.

>You sit back on the bed, resting your back on the pillows behind you and the headboard.

>Using her magic, she unzips your fly.

>Noticing your half-boner, she nudges it playfully with her muzzle.

>It gets the desired reaction, the warmth of her breath from her nostrils helping things along.

>Cautiously she opens her mouth and takes the whole thing into it at once.

>Her tongue moves along your member as she bobs her head up and down.

>Literally the best blowjob you’ve ever had.

>After some time of this you hit your climax.

>You kind of expect her to remove herself before you do, but instead she swallows.

>Damn she’s good.

>When you’re done she cleans up with that tongue.

>Oh GOD that tongue.

>”Tis’ unladylike not to swallow.”

>Oh you like the tone in her voice.

>Last time was doing it her way.

>Tonight it was about you.

>The two of you swap positions, her lying on her back.

>Fuck clothes, it was on.

>You discard the clothes you have on, tossing them onto the floor.

>As mentioned, she had a thing for you biting the base of her mane.

>You do so for a bit and she lets out a soft moan.

>You stop that action and press your lips against hers, silencing her mid-moan.

>After a bit of a make out session you pull back.

>Time for the main event.

 

“Ya’ll ready?”

 

>She nods and you enter her.

>It’s crazy really, she’s literally the perfect fit.

>Horses.

>Time to try something else new.

>You pull out slowly, but just before the head has a chance to leave her body you stop and go right back in.

>She lets out a moan.

>So she likes it slower, huh?

>You repeat this a few times and you notice her breathing is starting to quicken.

>You aren’t done yet, but she’s hitting her first climax.

>You repeat the action one more time and she lets out a loud cry of pleasure.

>She’s a screamer and she knows it; that’s why the room’s magically soundproofed.

>You change tactics and start thrusting more vigorously.

>She’s had her fun, now it’s your turn.

>You keep going and eventually build up to full throttle.

>You feel her telekinetic grip pull your upper body down so she can hook her front legs around your neck.

>You keep pumping and she screams.

>Right in your ear.

>Still, that doesn’t stop you from hitting your climax mere milliseconds off from hers.

>Another great thing about being with her is there’s no need for protection; the difference between species is so great you can’t knock her up.

>After the two of you finish panting, she lets you go and even has the decency to clean you off.

>Of course she’d have to burn the sheets; it wasn’t something she could have the maids clean.

>You get up yourself and get dressed.

>Then the door bursts open.

>Oh shit.

>It’s Sunshine, and she ain’t happy.

>”YOU!”

>Oh no, she DEFINITELY ain’t happy.

>”Sister!”

>Luna’s just as shocked and horrified as you are.

>”We warned you human! We warned you not to lay a hoof on Our sister!”

>It’s then you notice something strapped to her torso.

>It’s an ornate setup of gold and six jewels.

>”If thou dost enjoy the sight of Our Sister’s cutie mark, then perhaps thou shall enjoy visiting its namesake!”

>Suddenly the gems glow and a look of horror appears on Luna’s face.

>Tired from doing the deed, she can’t do anything as a rainbow hits you.

>Suddenly you’re shooting up through the sky at an alarming pace.

>At this rate you’d break atmosphere.

>If you even survived burning up, you’d be left without any air.

>Just as suddenly you catch a blur of red out of the corner of your eye.

>You’re engulfed in a bubble of red energy as you exit the atmosphere, the shield protecting you from the effects of the flames around you.

>You find yourself on the moon, in the bubble.

>Then you feel it, the burning in your chest, as it becomes a thin aura around you.

>You breathe the strange aura in, becoming more tired with each breath.

>You black out.

 

 

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>You are horrified.

>Your sister just sent your lover, your only companion, to the moon.

>And you could do nothing.

>Managing to rise on your legs, you scowl, tears moving to your eyes.

>Sadness and fury boil over.

 

”I CANNOT HAVE ANYTHING TO CALL MY OWN, CAN I?!”

 

>Your sister is taken aback.

 

“I AM NOT ALLOWED ANYTHING TO LOVE, AM I?!”

 

>You’re done. Your rage boils over… and blackness overtakes your vision.

 

 

>You watch as your sister is engulfed by a black cocoon of energy.

>When it fades, a being your height stands before you, an evil grin on its face.

>It lets out an evil laugh before attempting to attack you.

 

“Luna?! What has happened to thee?!”

 

>”There is no more Luna! Only I remain, NIGHTMARE MOON! Now the night shall reign…FOREVER!”

>No it won’t.

>You steel yourself and fire the Elements again.

>Before she even knows what happened, she is sent away just like her lover.

>Suddenly, the elements turn to stone spheres, the golden item attaching them to your torso crumbling to dust.

>They were dead.

>For all you know, so was your sister.

>Sadness and loneliness gripped your heart.

>You realize your mistake all too late.

>You ruled alone by choice before.

>You rule alone by necessity now.

 

 

 

And there is the end of Chapter 7 and our time in “the Past”.

 

Now I must work on some Swarm for Thread 500.

 

Expect a short some time next week for Tex-Eques.

 

I hope you enjoyed this.