“Luna?”

Princess Luna turned, hearing the sound. She had been bathing in a river, freeing herself from filth. Her female guard stood ready at the sound, and then relaxed when they saw who had spoke.

“Rookwood?” Luna asked, not sure what she was seeing. “Is that you?”

Rookwood nodded.

Luna studied Rookwood. His body looked similar, but different. There was a smokey ambience around him now. He was still his unusual shade of avocado green, but he was missing his horn. Not that he needed it. He was shadow. The largest change was his mane and tail, which were an ethereal swirling black mass of shadow. Luna stepped closer, seeing something white moving about, but unable to see clearly what it was.

Upon closer examination she saw that it was tiny bones and skeletal ponies, swirling in the writhing mass of shadow.

“What are they?” Luna asked in breathless wonder.

“You have the stars bound to you, I have the souls of those who serve me,” Rookwood answered, leaning close, smelling Luna, he could feel the warmth coming off of her wet body. “I have made hard choices. And now, there are the dead who are bound to me for service. Many of your fallen guard now serve me as faithful undead servants.”

“Necromancy?” Luna hissed.

“It isn’t necromancy when I do it,” Rookwood said, laughing. Feeling his body laugh again caused spasms of pure euphoric joy to travel through his muscles.

Luna laughed nervously, necromancy being a difficult subject to laugh about.

“Leave us,” Rookwood commanded of the guard.

They guard, being Luna’s to command, understood that Rookwood was in some ways a much higher authority now, one they all had to answer to eventually. They left, and in a hurry.

“Hades says that you and I are going to have many foals,” Rookwood said, pressing himself against Luna, his neck against hers, wrapping a foreleg around her neck. He realised now that he was actually a little taller than Luna. He held her close, feeling her living body against his, smelling her. She smelled of sweat and exertion. He pressed his nose just under her jawline and trailed his muzzle along hers, following the curve of her skull, until his nose pressed into her velvety ear. He stood there, inhaling Luna, his breathing heavy. “I can breathe again,” he murmured.

“I am a dirty stinky smelly pony, you caught me just as I was starting to bathe,” Luna said, trying to pull away. She felt a momentary surge of panic when she realised, she could not pull away. Rookwood was more than her equal now in strength. Her panic fled quickly though, recalling the night she had let go. Her trust in Rookwood was perfect.

Sensing Luna’s discomfort, Rookwood let go, and Luna backed away one step, looking at him. She took a deep breath, fluttered her wings, and then darted into deeper water.

“I had a moment of panic, nothing more. I trust you. Your strength surprised me,” Luna confessed.

“I am sorry, I will be careful,” Rookwood apologised.

“I already know that you would never hurt me,” Luna said. “I have seen into your mind, and I doubt that your feelings would ever change.” Her ethereal mane and tail turned into physical hair as she plunged into the deep water and submerged.

Rookwood watched Luna with an unabashed look of feral lust. He was patient. He had waited this long. But the moment that she stepped out of the water, he had every intention of attempting to woo her and have his way with her in the grass by the river, under the stars.

“How clean do you have to be?” he asked impatiently. “It is my intention to get you dirty again,” he confessed.

“I am dirty, smelly, sore, and tired. My teats hurt and the foal keeps kicking,” Luna complained.

“Well, we don’t actually have to do anything,” Rookwood said, genuine concern apparent in his voice.

“Just give me some time, and then be very, very gentle with me. I really am sore and sensitive,” Luna answered.

“We don’t have to do anything. I’ve waited this long, and I can wait a little longer,” Rookwood replied.

“I cannot wait any longer,” Luna admitted. “I have itches that need scratching.”

“I don’t know how the new equipment works, but I still have a tongue and my shadow magic,” Rookwood said nervously.

“More than anything, I just want to feel you close to me and to hear your voice. At least your voice is still the same,” Luna said, neck deep in the water.

Rookwood stuck out his long tongue and licked an eyebrow. “I think that’s still the same too,” he announced. “Licking your own eyebrow is an awesome ability.”

Luna stared at the silly pony on the banks of the river. “You are an immortal, a reaper, soon to be the new Lord of Nightmares, and you are somehow impressed by your own ability to lick your own eyebrow… Rookwood, I do not know what to do with you at times,” Luna sighed.

Rookwood snorted and began to bound around, gamboling under the stars, kicking up his heels, and enjoying the sensation of being alive again. After a few leaps, he fell into the grass and rolled around, feeling the damp grass all over his pelt. He rolled, snorted, worked loose a fart, and whinnied enthusiastically as he continued to roll. It felt good to be a pony again.

“We are heading home to regroup and then figure out what to do next. Who to go after next. I am sure you will have much to say,” Luna said, still soaking in the water.

Rookwood did not reply. He was too busy scratching the itchy spot just above his dock between his hipbones. He grunted and rubbed his plot over the grass, let out a satisfied whicker, and then spent some time scratching his balls with his fetlock.

“So Hades says we are going to have many foals,” Luna said, intrigue apparent in her voice. “If you will give them to me, I will have them,” Luna said, trying to scrub herself with her hoof beneath the waterline.

“All of this is so very weird. Even as I lay here scratching my little pony nuts, I am in several hundred other places right now, collecting the souls of the dead. They’re sad and confused and I am doing all I can to comfort them. As I lay here thinking about rutting you and scratching my balls,” Rookwood said. “Rutting you is going to make immortality bearable. And all of the foals.”

“You are an odd creature, I am still wondering what it is that I see in you,” Luna teased, just before she dunked her head under the water again. When she re-emerged, she began to walk towards the shore, water running rivulets from her pelt. In the shallows, she shook herself dry, and, with a magical tweak, dried herself completely.

“There,” she said.”I am presentable and do not smell like a pig. And the parts of me that you like to lick are now lickable.”

“Best news I’ve heard all my afterlife,” Rookwood replied, making Luna giggle.

Luna lay down in the grass beside Rookwood and rolled over on to her back. Her belly was large and round now. Several more months, not much longer in the bigger picture of things. She felt her nipples go hard as the cool night breeze played over them.

Rookwood rolled over to his side and kissed Luna on the cheek. She turned her head and kissed him back upon the lips, seeking each other out and finding one another in the moonlight. Rookwood pulled Luna to him with an almost frantic need, his tongue sliding between her lips. It probed her mouth, sliding between her cheek and teeth on each side of her mouth, rolled over the roof of her mouth, and then lashed and pressed against her tongue, attempting to subdue it.

After several minutes of liplock, he broke free and began to work his way down, kissing her chin, her neck, following her every graceful curve. She writhed in his embrace, and she felt fresh dampness moistening her tender folds.

Luna could feel his lips trailing over her barrel now, along her breastbone, and then, after what seemed like hours, she felt the kiss along her navel. It was here that Rookwood paused and rested his head on her belly.

“Rookwood, while that is very sweet, I have needs!” Luna begged.

“So do I,” Rookwood replied.

Luna sighed. “Fine then. Linger. But if you linger to long, you will incur my wrath,” Luna said in teasing tones.

“I know how to deal with you,” Rookwood retorted.

“Oh do you now?” Luna replied.

Rookwood flicked out his tongue and lashed it over one of Luna’s nipples, making the mare start beneath him. He enjoyed it immensely. With a flick of his tongue, the licked the other nipple, making Luna heave a breathless moan.

“I am too sensitive,” Luna admitted breathlessly.

“Are you sure about this? I am content to simply hold you,” Rookwood said, his voice filled with worry.

“Deny me this, and I will teach you a valuable lesson about immortality. It is horrible what you can live though,” Luna growled.

“Yikes, cranky pregnant mare, the next few thousand years are going to be interesting,” Rookwood said.

“Less talk, more licking!” Luna demanded. “Your Princess demands it!”

Rookwood pressed his muzzle into one swollen teat and pulled the nipple into his mouth, pressing it tightly between his lips. He tickled the tip of it with his tongue, feeling the tiny folds of wrinkled skin. The sensation almost caused an overload in his mind. He inhaled and created more suction, pulling and stretching the skin.

He could feel something kick the side of his face. He froze. His foal.

“I felt that too, now keep going!” begged Luna.

Rookwood let go of one nipple and seized upon the other, pressing his lips upon it, and then pressing his teeth down upon his lips. Luna let out a filly like squeal and squirmed beneath him.

“Please, no licking… down there, I am too sensitive,” Luna moaned. “Just lie back, and let me mount you, I cannot have you pressing down on my belly too much.”

Rookwood lie back, compliant, and quite hard already. A little rubbing and he’d fine to go. Luna straddled him, easing herself over him, and then scooted backwards until she felt something prodding her satiny feminine flesh. She gave out a faint cry, a simpering whimper, and scooted forward from the shock of the powerful sensation. As she scooted forward, her nubbin trailed over Rookwood’s pelt, sending electric shivers through her body. She braced her forehooves on either side of Rookwood’s barrel and prepared for another push backwards, hoping for penetration this time.

Rookwood, beneath her, could feel the change in her weight. She was indeed fat with foal now. Her hips were wider than he remembered, and the curve of her belly pressed solidly against him. He could feel another kick from inside of her, felt a tiny hoof pressing into Luna’s flesh and into his own as well. He reached up and placed his forelegs around her rounded middle, his fetlocks resting on now well padded hipbones. Luna was pudgy in all of the right places, and it excited Rookwood a great deal.

Luna struggled to achieve penetration. Each touch caused her to jump a bit, and with each jump, she dragged her nubbin over velvet flesh. Each rub placed her a little closer to one very pent up orgasm.

Finally, Rookwood took matters into his own hooves, braced her firmly, and gently shoved her backwards until the first few inches found their way inside.

Luna threw back her head and howled, a feral howl, something entirely un-equine. After her howl, she sat there, breathing heavily, her tongue hanging out as she panted.

With a low growl, she continued to push herself backwards until she had taken him down to his ring, and then began to rock her hips back and forth. There was a wet sucking sound as she ground herself against Rookwood.

Rookwood did not push himself in any further, worried about hurting the one he loved so dearly. This was probably the most intimate moment ever between them. He could feel the foal kicking as he slid in and out of his mare, and there was a powerful feeling of bonding.

“Too sensitive!” Luna cried, releasing a flood of sticky liquids over Rookwood’s belly, biting down on her lip and spreading her wings as she did so.

Luna strained to keep going, only able to tease the tip, unable to handle deeper penetration. The frantic wiggling over the tip did terrible things to Rookwood, he came dangerously close to the edge.

Luna, as delicate as she was, feeling Rookwood ready to burst, slammed down as far as she dared, taking him in just past his ring, making him explode violently. She rocked her hips back and forth, not really sliding him in and out, but squeezing and clenching at his penetrating cock, making him fire off several more violent spurts.

Finally, the fragile mare could take no more. She burst from her position and took off at a run for the river, spurting odd black fluid from her clenching and writhing filly flesh as she went, finally diving into the water to cool off her inflamed flesh.

Rookwood noticed the change as some of the liquid dribbled onto him. It was pure liquid essence of shadow, shadow spunk, the very essence of his nature now. So this is what his foals would be created from. This was the stuff he had impregnated Luna with he reasoned.

Luna gave a shuddering cry as she hit the cool water, the chill fluid stinging in sharp contrast to her hot midnight folds, the cold biting into her clitoris and gnawing with icy teeth. She sat in the cool water for several minutes, heaving out shuddering gasps, having yet another orgasm.

As he lay there, all Rookwood could think about was his own foal kicking against his belly. It had a profound effect on him.

He would outlive his own foal.

Author's Notes:

If I missed any mistakes, I am sure somebody will let me know.

Updates will now be a bit more regular.

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