“Relax. Keep calm. And stop trying to breathe. You do not need air at the moment.” Luna’s voice echoed through Rookwood’s form. He wasn’t even sure how he could hear her, as he didn’t have ears at the moment. And he could see in all directions around him.

Which was odd, because he didn’t have eyes.

Luna’s socks were distracting.

He made himself think about Nightmare Moon yanking out his molar. That focused his attention. He felt an odd sense of exhaustion. He was tired. Something was wrong.

He burst back into physical form, his flesh pierced by thousands of piercing needles. He cried out and whimpered a few times, collapsed upon the floor, now heaving and sucking in air,

“Almost a full ten minutes. There are quite a number of lunar pegasi who cannot boast that accomplishment. You show promise.” Luna’s voice was jubilant.

“P-p-p-pain.” Rookwood spat and sputtered.

“I know.” Luna said. “The body doesn’t like being held in shadow. And returning can be quite painful as the body has to reorient and remember how to function for life again.”

“It is like dying each time.” Rookwood gasped. He struggled to his hooves and ran to the bathroom. He hit the door, causing it to slam open. He barely made it to the toilet.

He puked for several minutes, heaving until his stomach was sore. He rinsed out his mouth with warm water and cleaned his face.

He emerged from the bathroom. Luna was nowhere to be seen. He could sense her though. Something in his brain pointed… To the corner of the room. He turned his head. The corner was empty and the sensation was gone. He scanned the room. He felt a tingle in the root of his horn when he looked at the bed. And then, the tingle was gone. He resumed his scanning.

Each time he would lose his sense of direction, he would look until he felt a tug inside of his mind. The process became faster and faster. His flesh burned with a thousand fiery pinpricks. He did his best to ignore it. Shadow and flesh didn’t always get along, and this was the price to be paid.

Finally, Luna appeared again. She was sweating slightly. “Amazing. There are maybe a dozen lunar pegasi who can sense me when I am shadow diving and it takes them a long time to focus. Having a horn makes a significant difference. And pulling these socks into shadow takes a lot of effort. I am getting a workout tonight.”

“Oh, I plan to work you out later.” Rookwood panted. He collapsed upon a couch, panting, his breath ragged in his throat. One of Luna’s shoes suddenly hurtled towards his head. He saw it, his eyes flinched shut, and he waited for the impact, which never came.

It lay beneath him on the couch. He could see in all directions. Luna was smiling. He collapsed back into physicality, landing upon the shoe. He grunted, squirmed, and finally kicked the offending shoe off of the couch and onto the floor.

“You shadow dove reflexively.” Luna remarked. “Most impressive.”

“You chucked a shoe at my head!” Rookwood accused.

“A shoe this time.” Luna teased. “An anvil tomorrow. Flirt with me at our own peril.”

Rookwood’s mouth fell open. “And you would too. I thought we are a couple.”

Luna nodded. “And there is more to shadow than just defensive gestures. And there is more to being a couple than just being together. There is the chase. The ever so delightful chase. I have seen it between others and I crave it for myself. And I desire to be chased. I desire that freedom. I wish to be wooed.”

Rookwood looked at her inquisitively.

“You can make shadow solid. There is magic, like the black touch. I do not know your full potential, but I do believe it will be second only to my own. Lunar pegasi are held back from extraordinary magicks because they do not have a horn, and other unicorns who gain shadow magic, it is never truly a part of their nature. You have the gift of night, and you have a talent for shadowmancy.” Luna seemed distracted as she spoke.

Shadowmancy. It was a new word for Rookwood. He allowed it to roll around in his brain. “So you are telling me, I can make shadow solid?”

“You may someday.” Luna responded. “It is very difficult. If you can, it will become most helpful in battle. You can cloak yourself in shadow, which will change your appearance, causing all those who are weak willed to look upon you and feel fear, and the shadow essence surrounding your body will protect you physically as well.”

“Shadow cloaking?” Rookwood asked.

Luna shimmered for a moment, becoming darker. And then darker still. Her appearance changed, her eyes becoming slitted. her pelt turning black, the black spreading like spilled in. She radiated a soothing energy that Rookwood could feel coming off of her in waves. A part of his logical mind told him that others would be feeling sheer terror right now where he felt comfort.

And then Rookwood screamed when he saw Nightmare Moon.

He managed to compose himself after a few moments of nearly losing his mind in panic. Luna shimmered again, becoming translucent.

“Sorry.” A voice boomed, from everywhere all at once and nowhere in particular.

Luna’s hazy outline became three pegasi in skin tight black body suits. And then she shimmered again, turning into a gleaming white copy of her sister, completely free of any shadowy taint. It would be impossible to tell the difference.

“I can be in two places at once.” Luna’s voice was everywhere in the room.

Two versions of Celestia appeared, one by the door, the other near Rookwood. And then they winked, flashing away, and were gone.

The room filled with Lunas. All wearing socks.

Rookwood felt a painful tug, but shoved it out of his mind and tried to concentrate.

One by one, the Lunas began to wink away and disappear.

“You should save one of those for when we are in bed later.” Rookwood said as casually as possible, causing Luna to turn a dark ruddy purple all along her neck and face.

“I have never thought of that.” Luna admitted. “You pervert.”

“Hello? Me… Horny hormonal colt. You… Beautiful mare. Goddess of Night. What do you expect me to do exactly? You have been inside of my head and apparently liked what you found.” Rookwood blushed, feeling himself becoming quite heated.

Luna cleared her throat. “You may find that you will even be able to levitate and manipulate items like quills and books using solidified magic. Your abilities are only limited by how much effort and will you posses. And then there is dream magic, which is bound within shadow magic. We shall have to deal with that as well.”

Luna lounged on the bed, rolling over on her side, kicking all four of her legs out. She held her head high. She did nothing to hide anything from view. “Now. Over here. And your hooves are not to touch the floor. Not once. It is well past midnight. Other versions of my self are combing through the dream realms. Many lovers snuggle tonight under the covers, holding the winter’s chill at bay. I can feel their happiness and wish to partake in my own.”

Rookwood took several moments before falling into shadow. He willed himself over towards Luna, nothing happening. He pushed again with his mind.

Something in the core of his cloud popped and the room shifted. He was suddenly above Luna’s bed. And physical. He came crashing down, bouncing slightly on impact.

“Shadow winking.” Luna said, before Rookwood had a chance to say anything.

“OOOOOOOOOoooooooooowahowy.” Rookwood moaned, rubbing his head.

“The pain will pass.” Luna said, kissing his cheek. “Now down to business. As much as I like kissing you, I am hoping to have some of you left to enter inside me this evening. So how about we skip to the part where you be a gentlecolt and we right to where you relieve me of my tensions, and then we’ll try relieving yours. And try to hold back Rookwood. It really is all about concentration and control.” Luna rolled over and lay supine, sprawling out, rubbing her belly with a hoof.

“Your wings were as stiff as boards last night when I had you on your back. Are they really sensitive?” Rookwood asked.

Luna nodded.

“I suppose there is a fine art for preening or whatever it might be called.” Rookwood said, now blushing and looking at Luna’s wings.

Luna nodded again.

Rookwood pressed his mouth into the underside of Luna’s wing joint and exhaled sharply.

Luna’s reaction was immediate. All four of her legs shot up into the air, kicking and waving. She exploded with laughter.

“I am far too ticklish for that.” She said, taking several minutes to calm enough to speak.

“You seem very ticklish.” Rookwood said in what he hoped were menacing and evil tones.

“So I am to be tortured then, for your amusement.” Luna said, rolling her eyes.

“Well no, not if it actually hurts you.” Rookwood said in a small voice.

“I was teasing.” Luna teased.

“I still don’t know the rules to this game.” Rookwood admitted.

“Oh, those are simple.” Luna whispered. “Always, always stop if a mare says no. And the reverse is true as well. To often we abuse the trust of those we love, even with something as seemingly innocent as tickles. We tickle, and tickle, and continue to do so, even as those we tickle plead for us to stop. We may not realise it, but in those moments, we violate trust. And then it becomes a little bit easier to move on and violate trust in other ways. Eventually, ponies stop saying no, knowing it does them no good, and all manner of violations take place. Consent may not be given, but the inability to refuse is not the same as consent.”

Luna looked ashamed for a moment, turning away.

“What is wrong?” Rookwood asked.

“I have violated your trust. I have broke your nose. Now, I am a fount of moral advice. And I do not deserve to be.” Luna said, not meeting his gaze.

“And you played that horrible prank on me.” Rookwood added. Luna squirmed.

“I am sorry.” Luna said, looking uncomfortable.

“I am kind of glad you played that prank actually. I’ve been thinking about it. Character building I suppose.” Rookwood smiled, running his chin over Luna’s belly, pressing his chest against her side, just behind her wing.

“My moods are always fickle. Lately, more so.” Luna explained.

“You are as changing as the moon eh?” Rookwood said, waggling his eyebrows. He pressed a hoof against her cutie mark. “So maybe tonight I’ll do a little waxing while you’re waning.”

Luna failed to hold back a flood of teehees and giggles, batting her eyelashes, her forehooves pressed together above her barrel. She blinked at him a few times. “I am still yours if you will have me.

Rookwood nuzzled his nose over her belly, feeling her soft silken coat. He heard her giggle, her body tensing. Last night, he had lain between her legs. Now, he was going to try it from the side, curious about a new angle of approach.

“Shouldn’t I at least kiss you a few times?” Rookwood said. “Start things off right?”

“And get yourself over-excited?” Luna said.

“Uh, I am about to become over-excited any second now.” Rookwood said.

Luna snorted. “The poor maids.”

Rookwood planted a kiss on Luna’s navel, finding the shallow indentation of her belly button. He let his breath flow in and out, blowing over the fine short hairs of her coat. Luna’s breath began to race, her breathing picking up the pace.

“I did not know my navel was so sensitive.” Luna said, now breathing heavily. “Nopony has ever paid much attention to it.”

He began to plant a line of kisses, starting at her breast bone and working downward. Luna wiggled beneath him. He drug his lips over her blue pelt, working his way back upward, and then began to travel along her rib line. Luna kicked a hind leg.

“It is like being in love for the first time.” Luna murmured. “Wait, I think it might be.”

Rookwood said nothing but continued planting little pecks anywhere he saw fit to place one. He worked his muzzle downwards, pressing into the soft webbing of flesh that connected Luna’s thighs to her lower belly.

“Oh, how you tease!” Luna said, her back arching, lifting away from the bed.

Rookwood stole a glance between Luna’s legs. She was certainly getting in the mood. He sniffed. Suddenly, he was very much in the mood himself. Luna’s legs suddenly squeezed together and she kicked her hooves through the air.

“It is almost like an itch down there.” Luna whispered.

Rookwood brought his right hoof around and ran it up the curve of Luna’s backside, moving in a slow zigzag. He pressed his lips down, breathing heavily into the flesh between her now swollen folds and her navel. Somewhere in there, was life.

Life that he was responsible for.

Responsibility.

He teased a hoof just above Luna’s tail as his mind raced. Luna’s wings flared, the tip of her wing dragging along his side as it sprang outward. Rookwood giggled, causing him to inhale and exhale sharply, his nose still pressed against Luna’s warm curved stomach.

Luna was panting now. A trembling hoof touched his shoulder.

He pressed in with his hoof, working in a slow circle just above her dock, around her pucker but never over it, and then began to gently nibble and pull on Luna’s now dark and purple folds using his lips, not feeling confident enough to his his actual teeth. Below him, pressed between his body and the bed, something gained its own heartbeat, throbbing alarmingly.

Rookwood drew a mouthful of Luna into his mouth, pressing her lips together between his own, pulling, squeezing, and then pressing downward with his muzzle, her lips still pinched together, and made a circular motion in the area where her fragile love button was deeply hidden. Luna began to moan as her flesh was pulled and pressed against her own deep inner recesses, her breathing coming in and going out in ragged bursts. Her mouth was open, her tongue hanging out, her eyes rolled up into her head.

Rookwood lifted a hoof up beside his mouth, brushing against her folds, pulling away, covered in slick clinging moisture. As he continued to pinch and pull her lips with his own, his hoof dropped back down, now slick, trailing moisture as it went, and he found her pucker. He took the edge of his hoof and moved in a circle, first clockwise, and then counter clockwise, pressing down against her wiggling flexing pucker, feeling it draw and contract beneath his touch.

Rookwood forced his tongue between Luna’s tightly compressed folds, squeezing her ever tighter between his own lips, sucking, pulling her in as much as possible, making the skin tight and taut, stretching, pulling, creating the most delightful tension, which Luna found almost impossible to bear as his tongue began its probing.

Rookwood failed to notice that he was now dark and hazy, wreathed in a shadowy flicker, almost transparent. He was too focused on his task. The burning throbbing itch between himself and the blanket was gone now, and he completely failed to notice.

He bore down upon Luna, half in, and half out of shadow, enough of him remained to exist and continue to tease, but enough of him was gone to summon forth more shadow. Rookwood’s eyes were closed. He did not see the writing tendrils of shadow pouring from his form, gathering around Luna’s twitching, heaving, eager marehood and pucker. A tendril found its way to Luna’s pucker, teasing, probing, poking at the entrance, beneath Rookwood’s still circling hoof. It was very nearly solid, and it found purchase upon Luna’s own shadowy nature, connecting, gaining friction, finding traction. The tip of it wiggled in, darting in and then out, and then plunged in once again, causing Luna to kick and buck a bit under Rookwood.

“What are you doing Rookwood?” She gasped, her breathing laboured.

Rookwood said nothing, still sucking and pulling, making a circular motion using Luna’s own lips to rub up against her clitoris. Another tendril of shadow began to seek out Luna’s now glistening and slick marehood, which made wet sloppy sounds as Rookwood continued to try and bring Luna to climax. This tendril wasted no time, it did not bother knocking, seeking an invite for entrance. It reared back, grew in girth and mass, and then stabbed forward with a curled up tip forming a knob.

Luna shrieked and writhed beneath Rookwood.

“UuuuGAAH!” Luna grunted, her belly suddenly going rock hard, going crosseyed. “Rookwood, what have you done! Something has penetrated me! I think. I do not know. I feel something faint and tickling.” Luna said in between ragged heaving breaths.

Rookwood opened his eyes and saw the writing shadows. He held is concentration, not wanting to end this moment.

“Shadow magic Luna.” Rookwood said, freeing Luna from his suction.

“Ooh… UGH… HUNF!” Luna grunted. “Are you diddling me with shadow magic?”

Rookwood did not reply. He was trying to stare cross eyed at his own tongue. It seemed shadowy, there were black wisps drifting off of it.

He thrust his tongue downward, deep into Luna’s now constricting recesses. The tendril in her pucker writhed, growing in size, becoming almost impatient, pushing in and pulling open, rolling around and tugging, sliding her pucker up and down and side to side.

“Rookwood, do be careful. I… I…” Luna’s words trailed off and her teeth ground together.

Luna kicked as she felt the two tendrils inside of her pucker and her velvet recesses press together, sandwiching her tender flesh between them. Stars were in her vision. Her horn began to smoke slightly. She felt a tongue seeking out the secretive folds around her throbbing nubbin. A hoof continued to make slow lazy circles around her plothole.

Luna nearly lost consciousness from the force of her own orgasm. Her last fully conscious act was flinging Rookwood away from her for his own safety, before she clenched up and tore his tongue free of his mouth.

Rookwood was nearly blown off of the bed by an unseen force and then Luna lost control completely, kicking, screaming, writhing, her back arching, her torso twisting and extending, a flood of liquid gushing forth and flooding the bed in a puddle that had to be seen to be believed. Even at a distance, Rookwood’s shadow tendrils continued their assault, pressing and probing the contracting flesh trapped in the throes of orgasm.

Luna’s continued wails broke his concentration though, and he came into physical reality fully, his shadowy helpers vanishing.

Luna thrashed for a good ten minutes as Rookwood watched, feeling himself throb painfully, his own arousal building up to almost intolerable levels as he watched.

“I need you. Right now.” Luna’s tone did not sound gentle. It was not inviting. It was commanding. Imperious. “And I do not need you fumbling around trying to find a way in.”

Rookwood found himself lifted, drawn over, and then slammed down upon Luna’s body, her legs wrapping around his hips, and he felt himself sliding in, guided by magic. His bones creaked alarmingly as Luna’s legs ground his pelvis into hers.

She was still peaking, Rookwood realised, feeling her contractions around him. Luna’s mareflesh blazed with moist heat, almost unbearably hot, causing his flesh to sting and feel painfully tight, like sticking a leg into a too hot bath.

Luna’s fire threatened to consume him.

He began to thrust wildly, not knowing what else to do, plunging in and out of her depths. He ground his hips downwards, pulling the flesh in front of his sheath over the secret place at the top of Luna’s midnight coloured folds, knowing that her love button was safely secured beneath.

Luna felt the pressure of Rookwood’s hips causing her flesh to press and contract on her already overstimulated and throbbing button. She began to scream raggedly, her forelegs clamping down and causing Rookwood’s spine to crackle.

“DAMN THINE SOUL ROOKWOOD, WHAT HAST THOU DONE TO WE?” Luna said, using ye olde Canterlot voice, amplified by orgasmic bliss. “WHAT HAST THOU WROUGHT?

Luna’s orgasmic throes were too much to bear. Rookwood jammed himself in as deep as he could go, releasing his load, slamming the side of his face into Luna’s neck, closing his eyes and screaming. He held on for the ride, wondering how many bones would break, as many of them were right on the verge of shattering.

As they lay together in the aftermath, there were no words. Just equine moans, the guttural ragged sounds of two ponies trying to catch their breath in post orgasmic bliss. There were was the occasional whinny or knicker, both of them reduced to the levels of being dumb beasts.

Luna was the first to try and move, trying to wiggle out from beneath Rookwood’s collapsed and limp body, causing him to slide out of her with a wet sounding slurp. She felt his tip graze along her folds, which wiggled and pulled around her nubbin. She let out a shrill bellowing whinny, her hips once again bucking and writhing, her almost agonised cries sounding as though they had reverberated up and out from Tartarus. Her gasping whinnies continued for several minutes.

Author's Notes:

Shadowmancy.

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