Comet Chaser was blessed. Not in the same way parents might state that their foal is blessed with any number of positive qualities. No, he was a stallion among the Blessed of the Moon. As one of the thestral born during the same night as their princess, Comet Chaser had been uplifted from birth to stand as a proud testament to the greatness of the thestrals. One would think that such a fact would leave him – and indeed every other Blessed of their tribe – as a bunch of arrogant elitists.

One would be wrong.

It was true that the Blessed exemplified the strength and purity of their species, prime examples of their genetic line in more ways than one. They were stronger, smarter, more wilful, and gifted with a natural affinity for their kind’s unique magic. In all manners of life they excelled, truly they were prodigies in every way.

Yet there was one other thing that they all shared, something so deeply ingrained in their spirit that it was seen in all of them without exception: They were humble.

Yes, despite all that they were, they also realized that they were truly nothing had it not been for one individual. Their goddess, their Blessed Moon, Luna.

That was another thing they also had in common, their deep seated devotion towards Princess Luna. Each and every one of them had a primal connection to the lunar alicorn, their spirits subjugated to her existence. There was no greater joy, no more satisfaction that they could achieve, if only they could be of use to their goddess.

So it was that Comet Chaser was blessed, but not simply by being one of the Blessed. No, Comet Chaser was blessed in another way entirely, for he was part of the Lunar Guard. One of the chosen who were the closest to Luna. One of her own personal guard. He could imagine no greater joy in life, than being able to stand by her throne and protect her with all of his being.

It was with this pride that he took his station every night, standing guard at her throne during Night Court like he’d done for well over a week now. Every part of his body was calm, his very being exuding authority and strength. He needed to be the very best he could for his princess, a symbol of her greatness more than anything else.

For the slightest moment of weakness he chanced a glance at the throne, and his ruler who sat upon it. The Alicorn of the Night was perfection incarnate, her very being exuding divine right and beauty. Luna’s posture was relaxed and bespoke authority, eyes shining with inner starlight, and a brilliant coat and mane that seemed to glow with the light of the moon. The mithral adornments she wore, although masterly crafted and beautiful in their own right, seemed like jewels of liquid silver in her radiance.

A shiver ran up his spine, and Comet Chaser shifted his eyes back to the throne room. It wouldn’t do for a guard to be distracted from his surroundings, no matter how much he longed to soak in his goddess’ beauty. Another pony had been sent in.

Comet Chaser did not have ears for what the pony was saying. Instead he was reminded of one night a week past. The first Night Court still haunted his memory, as he had been one of the two guards on duty that night. Another thing that their special connection to Luna afforded them, was an empathic relationship. They could feel her emotions if they became strong enough, so closely tied to her and the moon as they were. The immense displeasure and anger he had felt from her that night, when his goddess’ moon and form darkened, it was something he hoped to never again experience.

Since that night however, their princess had changed. It was like something inside her had strengthened, a force that could withstand even the naivety and arrogance of those ponies who dared come before her with less than heartfelt intentions. From that night on, she had set them straight. There were fewer visitors now, but they no longer came with requests that either hurt or insulted her. Since then she had been confident, and her guards were empowered by it.

“Thank you so much, your highness.”

A voice broke him out of his contemplations, and Comet Chaser focused on the unicorn mare kneeling in front of the throne. Instantly he berated himself for not paying better attention, though he soon resolved himself. Luna’s words were not meant for him, he was only a guard in her service.

The mare soon left, the great doors closing behind her as the the court scribe rolled up the scroll in front of him. “Your highness,” he said, bowing his head in her direction, “that was the last petitioner for the night.”

Princess Luna nodded at this, rising from her velvet pillow and making her way down from the elevated throne with elegance and poise. Comet Chaser and his partner straightened up, stepping forward to stand at her side. He was quickly reminded that, although the alicorn was smaller in stature than himself, he always felt small in her presence. The princess didn’t look back at them as she headed for the door, her guards following closely behind.

Comet Chaser and his fellow guard stepped forward, bowing their heads and swinging open the double doors for their ruler to proceed. She did not however, and they maintained their positions for several seconds. Then, she spoke.

“Comet Chaser. Shadow Sprinter,” her voice cut through the dim of night.

They looked up at their princess, confusion etched on their faces. “Your highness?” They both uttered at the exact same time, causing the two of them to look at each other with hints of annoyance.

A giggle brought their focus back onto Princess Luna, a warmth spreading through their bodies as a result of both embarrassment, and happiness at her amusement. “I thought I told you two to not be so formal with me,” she said with a smile, looking at them in turn. “You can just call me Luna, you know.”

Their eyes widened, both of them quickly dropping down on the groun, their gazes locked on the floor. Comet was the first to speak. “We could not, your highness,” and Shadow was quick to continue with “We are not worthy!”

They stayed like that even when they heard Luna sigh. Whatever else they wanted to say soon died in their throats however, as they each felt a front leg wrap around their heads and pull them closer. Paralyzing awe washed over them as they felt their goddess’ touch, and they were entirely dumbstruck.

“Oh, what am I going to do with the two of you,” they heard Luna’s amused voice say. “There is no reason for you to act like this in front of me.” Their heads were raised, and Luna moved them to look into her own eyes. “We are like siblings after all, are we not?”

The smile she gave them instilled within them a divine joy unlike any they had ever felt before, it was so full of love and kindness that it could ever only be found on the face of a goddess. They felt themselves nod at her question without a second thought, and Luna’s smile only grew wider.

“Excellent,” she said as she released them, bidding them to rise with her. “Now, might I ask that my two overprotective, big brothers leave me for the night? Feel free to take the time off.”

Once again they could only nod dumbfounded, powerless to say anything else as Luna stepped between them and through the large doors behind them. It took the sound of the door closing before they managed to shake themselves out of their dazed states.

Comet Chaser stood still for a moment, turning to look at Shadow Sprinter just as he turned his head to do the same. Neither of them said anything else for the moment. Then they both sighed, and smiled.

Luna hummed a merry tune as she closed the doors of her chamber behind her, her magic washing over it to activate the dormant enchantments of her room. Pride welled up in her chest, happiness at yet another Night Court well done. Ever since her ‘victory’ over Prince Artemis, Luna had felt invigorated and confident in everything. Even dealing with all the manipulative nobles, or the ignorant seeking her sister’s favor, could not dull the flame inside her.

She had her throne, she had her purpose, and she had her ponies. She felt like she could take on the whole world and win. It was glorious.

The alicorn giggled again before throwing herself on her bed, languidly stretching her sore legs and wings. Sitting down for so long was tiring, even with an enchanted pillow for her butt. At least it wasn’t sore, she noted with a smirk before shaking her twin moons in the air, tail swishing back and forth.

‘Hmmm, maybe it should be,’ she thought to herself, feeling disappointed that she’d told Comet and Shadow to leave her for the night. She’d never been with a thestral before, and she was sure they’d be more than happy to worship her private moon as well.

She felt a slight blush as she looked back at her raised plot, imagining a big, bat winged stallion mounting her and…-

Dirty thoughts were shaken from her mind, Luna burying her red muzzle in a silk pillow. She had considered Artemis’ words without meaning to, fantasizing what a thestral harem would be like.

‘Am I… turning into a… a pervert?’ she idly wondered before frowning, ‘That stupid stallion, putting stupid ideas in my head.’

She considered summoning him to deal him a proper punishment for what he’d done to her, but she dismissed that thought. She wasn’t going to turn into Artemis, and she certainly wasn’t going to turn into Nightmare Moon.

Still, her thoughts had left a burning desire in her stomach, and she needed some way to relieve herself of it. She found her gaze wandering to the dresser containing her toy, yet moved to the permanently inscribed conjuration circle nearby.

‘Perhaps,’ she thought, confidence and divine retribution on her mind, ‘it is time to right another slight against me.’

Princess Luna stood tall in front of the glowing summoning circle, the spell having already connected with her intended target. She didn’t bat an eye as the long, slimy tentacles sprouted from the inky darkness of the portal, the appendages searching around in apparent blindness.

She narrowed her eyes at it, her horn glowing again. “We meet again, interloper.”

The tendrils stopped their search, slowly turning in her general direction before moving towards her. She had seen this once before, and before they could strike she wrapped the entirety of them in her magical aura. They tried wriggling free, but Luna would have none of it.

“Not this time, creature, I’m the one in control now!” she exclaimed with a smirk, focusing her magic as she began pulling.

Her captor started flailing wildly, yet Luna’s magic was more than capable of keeping it restrained. Harder and harder she pulled, more and more of the alien creature being pulled into her world. Soon she started to meet resistance, though this only increased her fervor. The portal itself started expanding, the black edge of it being stretched out like some great mass was pushing against it.

With one last great use of power, Luna ripped whatever the tentacles were connected to clean out of the portal. The black circle disappeared at the same time Luna’s ‘captive’ became clear to her. It was a great orb of brownish flesh, somehow managing to hover above the floor without her magical assistance. From its surface a multitude of tendrils writhed in agitation. Luna blinked as they suddenly slacked in her magical grasp.

Undaunted by this revelation, Luna spread her magical aura across its entire form, holding it in place. “Consider this payback from our earlier meeting, you won’t be getting away with-”

Whatever else she wanted to say never came as the mass shifted, flesh parting to reveal one massive, central eye. Its red pupil was glaring at her with palpable annoyance. Suddenly its eye widened, a ripple of force in the air enveloping her. In the next moment, her magic aura disappeared.

Luna’s own eyes widened as she attempted to call magic to her horn, only to find that it was impossible. The great orb narrowed its eye at her, causing Luna to take a step back and gulp. As the tentacles starting moving again, she turned tail and ran.

“Eep!” she squeaked out, having only made it two steps in the other direction before one of the long appendages wrapped itself around her hind leg. Despite her desperate attempts to hang on to the solid marble floor with her hooves, Luna was ripped bodily into the air to dangle from a single leg.

She was raised into the air, the orb bringing her over to face its narrowed eye. Luna gulped again, attempting a smile. “Oh, uhm… just kidding?”

If a giant eyeball could give a deadpan expression, it did. The young princess could only watch with ever growing dread as many more tentacles appeared around her. She knew exactly what was going to happen, and she instinctively crossed her hind legs.

It didn’t matter however, as another pair of smaller tendrils wrapped itself around her hind hoof, parting it despite her protests to reveal her pink marehood. The princess shivered as more and more tentacles enveloped her, their slimy surfaces already slithering across her body. One thick one in particular snaked its way between her butt cheeks, grinding itself ever so slowly over her nether lips.

She had to fight to suppress the moan of pleasure before it escaped, doing her best to look as displeased as possible at the orb. It didn’t seem to matter to it, and soon enough another appendage wrapped around her belly, lifting her up into the air as more of them moved to support her back. It felt like laying on a bed, if said bed was made up of slimy, alien tentacles.

Her hind legs were parted further, held in place on either side by tendrils snaking their way through her impromptu bed. She yelped as she noticed the large tentacle heading for her nethers, and she brought her front hooves down to cover herself. It was a vain attempt of course, and soon enough another pair of appendages had wrapped themselves around her two remaining limbs and bound them to her stomach.

Another shiver of pleasure arced through her body as the tentacle started caressing her marehood, joined by another smaller tendril tickling her sensitive nub. She was getting heated, and she could already see her wetness making her assailant even more eager. Before long the larger of the two started pressing itself against her tight opening, Luna clenched her teeth as it plunged inside her.

It filled her completely, her insides stretching as the tentacle snaked its way inside her, rubbing and grinding itself against her in ways that no normal dick could. Her head swam, trying to make sense of the alien presence in her body. Further in it went, throbbing and squirming, easily bottoming out in her deepest recess. Luna could only watch as it made its way back out, only to thrust itself in once again. Her body shook and quivered with every movement, her bindings not allowing her much freedom to twist like her body wanted her to.

More, smaller tendrils started rubbing at her, her sensitive clit, her inner thigh, everything they could get at. Many of them had already started dripping white ooze, its warmth pleasurable against her blue coat. All the while the larger tentacle continued drilling her with increasing speed, her body arced so as to take in as much of it as possible. Soon enough she started to pant, her tongue dropping from her open mouth with a line of saliva.

She barely saw the large tentacle approaching her muzzle before it was too late, managing to close her mouth just in time as it reached her. Despite the rigorous pounding of her lower body, Luna managed to scrunch up her muzzle and keep her mouth closed. The large tentacle prodded at her lips, yet the princess didn’t budge in the slightest. This only caused it to become more insistent.

The creature continued working her over, the effort of keeping it out made all the more difficult as she felt it increase the strength of its thrusts. Every time it buried itself inside her tight love canal, Luna wanted to open her mouth to moan in pleasure, yet she did not. Even when she felt her body’s natural response to pleasure reach its threshold, the first wracks of her orgasm hitting her, she did not open her mouth.

It was a long, drawn out muffled groan that signaled her first orgasm, her body aching and thrashing in its bindings as she felt the immense pleasure shoot through her. Her stomach rose and fell rapidly in her panting, yet her mouth remained closed.

The lower tentacle withdrew itself from her, its surface slick with her cum. For a moment the creature hesitated, almost as if in thought, before Luna was flipped around to lie on her stomach. The tentacle by her mouth resumed its prodding, yet Luna kept her mouth shut. It narrowed its eye in a frown, and Luna noted this with a measure of pleasure.

SMACK!

Luna felt a surge of pain from her backside, her mouth opening involuntarily to yelp in response. The tentacle wasted no time, surging into her open mouth like a predator jumping at its prey. Her muffled protests went unheard as smaller tendrils wrapped themselves around her muzzle, closing her mouth tight around the intruding appendage. It didn’t waste any time, running itself in and out of her mouth with eagerness.

She managed to cast a glance back at that time, spotting a whip-like tendril hovering above an angry red mark on her flank. It seemed undaunted by the angry glare she sent it, and – as if to spite her for it – delivered another painful mark on her other cheek with a quick whip. She felt the burning pain, tears forming in her eyes as her anger turned to downright indignation.

That’s when she noticed something else. The same tentacle that had been in her before was closing in, yet this time not for her marehood. Her eyes widened as she saw smaller tendrils wrap around her lower body, hoisting it into the air. Another wrapped itself around her tail, pulling it aside as the formerly mentioned tentacle placed itself at her rear entrance. Its slick tip began prodding at her small pucker, coating her butthole in her own cum. Slowly, ever so slowly, it started pressing itself against her, the painfully tight passage reluctantyl opening itself for the intruder.

Luna’s eyes only grew wider, whatever words she wanted to throw at it incapable of leaving her abused mouth. Tears started welling up in her eyes as she felt her butt being invaded, squeals and groans muffled as it made its way further and further inside her. It was so impossibly tight, it felt like the appendage would rip her apart from the inside. Pain was prevalent on her mind, the creature forcing itself into her in a way that wasn’t natural.

Deeper and deeper it went, the pain soon becoming mixed with an overwhelming pleasure. Luna’s eyes rolled back into her skull, no longer even noticing the tentacle in her mouth that had started reaching for the opening to her throat. All she felt was something alien inside her, a part of her body that wasn’t supposed to be filled like that. Her body felt too small for her, like her meager flesh couldn’t contain all that she was, all that she felt.

The tendrils around her muzzle loosened, and the tentacle withdrew itself from her mouth in a gout of white goop. Her mouth stayed open in a soundless scream of pleasure and pain as the tentacle ejaculated its spunk all over her face, mouth, and protruding tongue.

Her body spasmed as she was wrecked with another orgasm, the strange, writhing presence in her anal cavity sufficient to send her over the edge and into ecstasy. The sounds that escaped her were barely more than grunts and whines, incapable of rational thought as she was at the moment.

After what felt like hours the tentacle stopped its progress, having apparently reached as far inside her as it could. With agonizing measures it worked its way back out, causing Luna to hiss a sharp intake of air. Her sight and senses returned to her, Luna felt the impossible pleasure of what was happening to her. Without thinking about it, her tongue lanced out to lap up the goo covering her muzzle, enjoying the tangy saltiness of it.

It continued on its way out, coming to a stop just before exiting. Luna was panting heavily, having forgotten to breathe more than a few times during her anal experience. Still, her mind was clouded with desire, and she quickly grew annoyed at the orb’s inactivity.

“Would you just,” she managed to gasp, casting an annoyed glare over her shoulders at the passive tentacles, “fuck me already!?”

Happy to oblige, the tentacle in her rear entrance thrust itself into her again, this time causing Luna to moan loudly with pleasure. She felt it pumping her over and over, and she fell on her front as she raised her plot further in the air to allow it better access. Her tongue hanging out of her mouth, Luna brought a free hoof to her dripping wet marehood to rub at it. Her hoof was soon joined by another even larger tentacle, covered by knobs and dripping with white goop, and it wasted no time pressing its considerable mass against her wanting cunt.

With another scream of delight from the princess, the large tentacle penetrated her, far too big to writhe inside her like the smaller one had. Luna didn’t care though, as the sensation of getting pounded in both her holes was like nothing she had ever experienced before. The two tentacles worked in tandem, penetrating her raised plot nonstop.

Left with no other way to occupy herself, Luna rubbed and licked at the many tentacles in front of her. Her hooves moved along their surfaces, grinding and teasing while her tongue kept busy. More than once she’d take a tendril into her eager mouth, sucking and milking it with her hooves until it gave her that delicious, white goop. She drank it, enjoyed the feeling of it on her fur coat, and soon enough she had many tentacles fighting each other for her ministrations.

She wasn’t sure how many times she’d orgasmed at that point, lost in her pleasure as she was. The first time the tentacles in her rear holes came, she felt such a delightful warmth, her body craving more and more of it. They didn’t stop either, and each time a pair of tentacles had emptied themselves in her, two more would come to take their place. She could feel them violating her in turn, tendrils rubbing against every inch of her body, the alien cum filling her painfully. She idly noted that her belly was growing, little by little every time another pair ejaculated inside of her. It was such a wonderful feeling.

By this point she was a mass of pleasure, white goo and writhing tentacles covering her. A small part of her mind wondered how long she would be able to keep going.

Then, she blacked out.

Author's Notes:

I bring you filler, tentacle goodness. Consider it a short intermission before the next main course, the popularly requested 'DDD'. Cookie to whoever figures out the abbreviation.

Also a big thank you to the ever lovely Abcron for taking time to edit this mess of a chapter .