Title:           My Little Princess (Luna X Anon - Short Collection)
Author:          LensCap
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First Edit:      Friday 29th of August 2014 05:30:16 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 30th of September 2014 01:56:07 PM CDT

>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."