Boredom.

Even while I lay in bed, it continued to creep up on me like Pinkie Pie creeps up on the new ponies in town. I let out a sigh and rolled onto my side, grasping at the empty spot next to me — the spot Luna usually occupied. But with her attending a meeting with Princess Cadence in the Crystal Empire, I had been left to my own devices for the better part of three days.

And there were still four left to go.

As I bemoaned my apparent loss of entertainment, I heard a beeping noise. I craned my head to the side and saw that the crystal I use to keep in touch with Luna was flashing, so needless to say I quickly swiped it up and pressed it. "Hey, beautiful," I said. "Y'know, I was just thinking about you."

"What a coincidence," Luna replied. "Because I was just thinking about you. I trust your thoughts were of an erotic nature?"

"Maybe they were, and maybe they weren't," I grinned, even though she couldn't see it. "Why, what were your thoughts about?"

"They were about how much I miss you," she lamented. "And how much I could use your company. For example, this bed I'm in... it's far too big for one mare to have all to herself."

I chuckled. "Well that's too bad," I said. "You'll just have to get used to it. Just pretend that I'm there, like I'm doing with you, and it shouldn't be all that bad."

"But, my dear," Luna said coyly. "I am pretending that you are here with me." I heard her shuffling around. "Right now I am imagining that you are standing over me, idly stroking your manhood until it stands to attention."

"Luna, what are you—" I trailed off, the words dying in my throat.

"Isn't it obvious?" she giggled. "If I can't be with you for real, then I'll just have to imagine that I'm with you. And after how you reacted to my maid outfit, you'd better not act like you are opposed to the whole 'pretending' thing."

"Let me assure you," I soothed. "I am absolutely fine with this. In fact, I am taking my boxers off right now — because hearing you say that has given me the biggest hard-on." I looked down at my cock. "I can picture it now: you taking me into your mouth nice and slow, your tongue trailing along my shaft."

"Mmm, yes," Luna cooed. "I would use my tongue just the way you like it — licking you from balls to head in one smooth motion and then, once you were sufficiently coated, I would engulf you in my greedy maw. I would bob my head back and forth, just waiting for you to grip the sides of my head and force me down your length."

I chuckled. "Damn right I would," I said with a grin. "Because I know how much you like that. I would grab you and fuck your face like it was going out of fashion. You would be moaning contentedly while I eagerly awaited the moment when I would explode, at which point you would gulp down every last drop."

Despite her best efforts to hide it, I heard Luna moaning. "Mm, yes," she breathed. "But we wouldn't be done yet, would we? After I licked up the errant strands of cum, what would happen next?" She paused for a moment. "Do tell me, Owen."

"This would be the part where you lie on your back and I get my head in between your hind legs," I said, idly stroking myself. This was getting too good, and I wasn't about to let the moment pass. "Once we were comfortable, I would draw my tongue slowly – and I mean slowly – across your crescent. I would start out by spelling my name, since I know how much you like that."

I heard Luna panting. "Then what?" she pleaded. "I would be squirming in delight, relishing the feeling of both your tongue against me and your hands caressing my sides. But what would you do next, my love?"

"Simple," I replied. "When you were least expecting it, I would slip my tongue inside you and taste your succulent nectar. I would probably be like a dog with a water bowl — lapping up as much as I could, while craving for more."

"Fingers," Luna mumbled. "Don't forget about your fingers. You would then slide one inside me, touching me in the places your tongue couldn't reach. I would be taken to new heights of ecstatic bliss, and then thrown over the edge when you inevitably turn your attention to my clit."

"What kind of heartless monster would I be if I didn't?" I said. "I would brush my tongue delicately along your button, while pumping you relentlessly with my fingers. You would grind your hips against my hand, soaking it in your juices, and then you would finally scream my name to the heavens themselves as you climaxed."

"And give the guard outside the door something to tell his friends, no doubt," Luna giggled. "But I digress — after I came down from the high of my orgasm, we would share a deep and passionate kiss. That's when I would adjust myself on the bed, ready and waiting for you to take me."

The mental pictures being produced by my brain were so vivid, I felt like I was watching porn. I knew Luna was masturbating, if the noises she was making were anything to go by, so I stopped being idle with my own hand movements. It wasn't long before I was going like the clappers, almost feeling like a teenager again.

"And take you I would," I said. "Though I would tease you a little at first, sliding into you agonisingly slowly while trying not to laugh at the adorable little whining noises you'd be making." I let out a gasp of pleasure. "But, of course, you would soon get tired of waiting — and slam your hips against mine, thus completing our union."

"Damn right I would," Luna growled. "I would grind myself against you so much you'd want to cum right then and there. But, thankfully, you wouldn't — at which point you would proceed to fuck me as hard and as fast as you can. Picture it in your mind, Owen. Visualise your cock slamming into me as fast as possible."

"Oh I'm visualising it all right," I groaned. "And I like what I'm seeing. I can hear our moans echoing around the room, intermixed with the two of us crying each others names."

Luna's moaning intensified in volume. "Yes, yes!" she whined. "Keep going, my love, fuck me some more!" I heard her wings flapping. "I'm so close! Please, don't stop!"

"Oh, Luna..."

"Oh, Owen..."

With those words, we both came. The room erupted with Luna's loud scream of pleasure, while my own no doubt echoed off the walls of her hotel room. Without the confines of her pussy around me, my load ended up shooting all over the bed.

As I came down from the high, I heard Luna panting. "I needed that," she said. "But I think I'll get a taste of the real thing when I get back, agreed?"

"I can't wait," I sighed contentedly.

"I'd better go," she replied. "I've got another meeting tomorrow. Farewell, Owen, I love you."

"I love you too, Luna," I said. "Take care." I pressed the crystal again, thus ending the call. I lay back in bed with my arms behind my head — and cum all over the sheets.

But I was too happy to care, and so I drifted off into the most comfortable sleep I've experienced in a long time.

Author's Notes:

Oh look, another surprise chapter (albeit a short one) for Greatodyer! This one was meant to have been published before he got back from a meet he was attending in jolly old London, but I kept putting it off — mostly because I couldn't stop laughing at what I was writing.

And for those of you thinking that this chapter is too dialogue heavy — it's supposed to be!

Y'know, I've just realised something. It would appear that this story seems to be a sort of experiment, where I write about things I've never written before. First there was roleplay, then there was bondage, now there is phone communication crystal sex. I can't begin to imagine what's next!

Oh well, I still hope you enjoyed it.

FUN FACT: I drank cider while I worked on this.