I sat in my bedroom, alone. My family was locked up safe in Vermont, my people were all dismissed and settled down for the rainstorm. But beyond my tower held room, I knew there was something waiting for me. "I brought...something." Moon's voice came from my bathroom door. "It's a little tight, I think I've gained a little weight since I had it made." Her hooves tapped loudly against the wood floor. "Ben?"

"So, did I tell you?" I slowly turned around, spotting Moon standing with some lacy cloth wrapped around her body, tight and dark red compared to her otherwise white-grey coat. "We're going to found a dukedom." I looked her up and down. "Red?"

Moon scratched her forelegs on the ground, bright red stockings running from just above her hooves to half-way up her legs. Her hooves were bare, bright polished white with her darker fetlocks hanging over ever so slightly. "It's something I had made when I visited Prance. Canterlot was out of the question, and this was when Prance was still mostly farming." She looked down at the corset tied around her back and withers, just above and below her wings. "It's nice...."

I rubbed my face. "Yeah it is." I shifted myself around the bed. "And it fits well, can't really--"

"Can we not?" Moon walked over, her hair was brushed straight and hung heavily just above the floor. "We are adults, no?"

I rubbed my brow with my finger. "Not exactly comfortable with this, you know."

Moon swung her flank around, slowly looking over my bedroom. Her flank was wrapped up in a pair of red lace panties, her tail pulled through a notch near the back with a white ribbon with red borders tied around her dock. "Neither am I.... She was fine with this...but--"

"Doing it behind her back feels wrong... I know." I pinched the bridge of my nose, letting my eyes look over her white and red body. "Oh...crescent."

Moon snapped around, staring at her flank. "My mark?"

I nodded. "I never really pay attention to pony marks. Fox's is a flower... I think it's actually a poisonous flower...." I rubbed my forehead. "I'm just glad I don't have one--"

"You could." Moon turned to me, looking up at me with her bright white eyes, her iris bordered by black with almost a silvery blue tint. "You could change into a pony, we could leave, we could go anywhere...." She put a hoof on my knee and stood up to meet me eye to eye. "I would run away with you."

I move a hand to her hoof, her free hoof hanging just off my thigh. "I know, but you have to understand why I can't." I cupped her hoof in my hands and lifted her up until her free hoof landed against my shoulder. "We've got so much to do here, and--"

Moon pulled her hoof free and pushed it against my other shoulder. "I know, Ben! I know. I run my house, I run the biggest trade family in Transylmania, if not Equestria. I know we've got--"

"Every February...I promise, I'll come visit you." I reached out and grabbed her sides, rubbing up and down the smooth silk corset. "We'll tell Foxglove it wouldn't work, we'll keep it private, but I promise I'll visit every February."

Moon lowered her head and took a shaky breath as I rubbed her sides. "Don't--make promises--you can't keep." She let out a sharp sigh as I massaged her with my thumbs. "A duke, a grand mayor of a new town, I'm doubtful--"

I slid my hands up around her withers. "I never make promises I can't keep." I move my right arm free of her hoof and wrapped it around her head. I pulled her forehead to forehead with me and put enough pressure on the lower part of her neck to bring our lips together. Her lips were soft, and the strange way our faces came together forced her coat against my nose. She let out a soft moan as we broke off. "And I did promise."

I found myself face to face with a silver eye'd mare, staring at me, burning me. "Ben... get on the bed."

I moved my hands back to her sides. "I'm sorry, I thought I was--" I was cut off by a pair of strong hooves slamming against my shoulders. I flung back, landing hard against the mattress. "Jesus--"

Moon was standing on two legs, wings outstretched. "I said...get on the bed." She flapped her wings rather hard, rattling the window and snuffing every flame light in the room. Everything went dark save a small lamp next to the head of my bed. "You never listened to me, but you're going to lay down, undress, and present."

I felt something primal swirl around my stomach. "Jesus...fine then...." I reached down and undid my belt. "... Am--"

Moon blurred in the dark, popping up before slamming down against my thighs. A hoof landed against my stomach, with another reaching across my chest and up to my chin. "No talk." She looked up at the lamp far past my head. "Lay still." She walked past me, reaching down and huffing along my neck. I could feel my heart pick up as she panted across my skin. "You will crawl, pale." She leaned down, licking from my collar to my jaw. "Crawl for me, pale, crawl." She turned abruptly and sank her fangs into the meat of my neck, causing me to let out a short huff as she bit me.

I felt my fingers tighten around my sheets as her fangs slowly punctured my flesh. I could feel every micrometer slipping past my skin and into my body, made all the worse by her tongue lapping up the trickles of blood from the bites. She let out a sharp snarl and started to walk up the bed, forcing me to scramble backwards to keep from ripping my neck open. "Fuck fuck fuck." I whimpered, wishing I could cover the burning pricks but completely forced back by her pulling.

I felt my head bump against the headboard, Moon finally letting go and leaving me to tend to my neck. "Metallic." She mumbled, looking down at the lamp and giving it a quick poke. The world went dark save the silver outline of the mare. "Pants off." Moon demanded, traveling across the bed and stepping up and straddling my stomach. She planted her forelegs against my chest and slowly lowered herself flat against me. "Present yourself, pale."

I wiped off my bloody hand on my shirt and moved down to fish myself out of my pants. "Calling me pale again? Thought you stopped--"

"You'll always be pale to me." the white mare stated, settling down with herself presented neatly to the upturn in my cock. I would be pushing straight up inside her. Her prone position was perfect, ready to take me at any moment, but she held all the movement, and all the power. "Now, pull yourself free and put your hands to my hips!" She dug the point of her hoof against my chest as she curled her head down to lay against me. "You won last time, but I bit you first tonight."

I pulled myself out and let my cock hang there, the muscles tight enough to keep me straight as could be. I felt my tip press roughly against her panties, immediately forced back as she slid back down my body. "So eager. I can't imagine Foxglove and you have been laying much since your return--"

"Once...so...."

"Shh-" a hoof pressed against my lips, "-help me take these off." She wiggled her hips, dragging my tip along her cloth covered mound. "Or, maybe you'd like to keep them on."

I took a deep breath and moved my hands across her ass, blindly feeling her warm butt until sliding my fingers under her panties. "Either way." I slid my fingers down, sliding them across the edges of her plump pussy. "I think I'll just..." I pulled her panties to the side, flicking my cock to the side and sending a wave of warmth against my cock. I took a deep breath as she wiggled into place on my stomach, my rod landing point forward against her lips.

"Ben...really, no romance?" She stared at me, flashing a set of bright white teeth amongst the darkness. "If you insist." Something about her voice in Thestrali felt stronger, with all the more bite from the sharp language. I watched as the single source of light in the room slowly sank towards my neck again. "You're going to have to wear something around your neck when you go back...."

I felt my voice catch again as she sunk her fangs into my neck and throat. The burning sensation around my throat was made all the worse and all the better by the slow, damp, penetration. I heart jumped as I felt her slide back, forcing my cock to split her lips and nestle against her entrance. She let out a soft grunt as I was guided into the waiting heat. "Fu--" I was cut off by another grunt, Moon jerking back and enveloping me wholesale.

Each time I tried to breath, each time I tried to make a noise Moon tightened her grip on my neck. My hands were lost somewhere against her ass, my cock slid past her panties and straight into her pussy. My brain went a bit fuzzy as she bit me, my hands were warm, my cock was wrapped up and hot, starting to drip from the mare laying on my chest. Each movement and wiggle dragged my cock deeper and deeper against the fleshy hot. I felt warm all over, with two sources of heat lighting up the rest of my body. The teeth sunk into my neck, and the mare around my cock.

Each drag along the squishy white mare on my cock was made moot by a grunt. She was on top, I would just have to lay there and do my best not to pop off immediately. But each dripping wet pulse, each drag back and forth as the mare pawed at my chest, it was pink bliss. "Look at you, pale. You're so sad." Moon's teeth released my neck, her bright white form in the darkness pulled back for a moment. "Twitching, needy, throbbing for me. You really should have come to my sooner--" Her voice went quiet. "We're not alo--"

A hoof popped up on my side, sliding a card to me. A soft voice whispered into my ear as Moon sat upright. "House Dusk sends its regards." I felt something lift my head and slid under my neck. My ears quickly met a warmth, a chin rest against my crown. Moon's voice evaporated into a soft mumbled for a moment before her dark outline joined a few others around her. "Our mistress saw you, and with your foals away, she was afraid you might feel lonely."

I couldn't complain. Moon had all but stolen my voice. All I could do was sit there with a mare wrapped around my head like a pillow, letting Moon bounce up and down on my cock as a pair of mares held her sides. I was buried in blind warmth. At some point I'd lost my shirt, either ripped off or slipped off, I had no idea. i was lost in the musky bliss as Moon slid up and down, wings flared out, forelegs jammed against my stomach. A mare's tail was wrapped around me, warming me, keeping the stiff cold away as I let myself squeeze into Moon's tight body.

Each meaty thud of her flank against my lap was bliss, each throb, each grunt and mumble, it was mind numbing. All I could really focus on was the giggling mares, and the tingling around my cock. I couldn't move, I could barely tell when I was cumming, it all swirled into a warm tingling numbness. Nothing could ruin it, the tickling jolts in my groin, the heat, the dripping wet, the muscles squeezing me, milking me, using me for her pleasure, it was everything I needed.

It was like someone was pulling the tension out of my body, straight from my rod. Like someone had busted a cork and popped that bottled tension throughout my body. I went limp as Moon slumped against me, forcing me to pop out and rest against her dripping panties. "Ben...why are there mares touching me?" Moon whispered, laying her head down under my chin.

I watched as one mare mounted up and laid flat on Moon's back. Another went to work dragging her tongue over my cock, and from her soft grunts and wiggles, Moon's white pumped slit. "I don't know...warm." I squeezed Moon's flanks, settling in among the mare pile. Bodies surrounded me, under my neck, on my chest, nestled around my toes, my knees, I was living under a blanket of life.

"Ben...you should really masturbate more...you'll last longer." Moon lifted my chin with her forehead. "Last longer, more cum...more wet warm happy."

I moved my hands from her ass to her back, the backs of my fingers covered up by a mare belly. "Every February...I promise." I moved my hand to the back of her head and held her against me. "I promise."

"I know Ben... I know."