Part X. Target

The rest of the week—which was pretty much the entire week―could not have conceivably gone by any slower, but that was to be expected since Fredrick and Luna had planned somewhat of an outing that coming weekend. Elections starting the following week ensured that both princesses and the castle administration were up to their respective tits and nutsacks in endless paperwork, though a select few individuals would argue that they preferred it that way. After-all, paperwork fetishes probably existed.

However, it was not entirely drab. After Monday evening (technically Tuesday morning in which Fredrick spent some time of the intimate variety with Luna’s ‘girls’), the two felt closer than ever, as impossible as it sounded. Whenever he was not working with Celestia, the two were together as normal, but the interesting thing was that they were not constantly making googly eyes or flirtatious passes at each other… though of course, there were plenty of those to be had. No, in the grand scheme of their interactions, they were behaving as normal: close friends who complemented each other, much to the common knowledge of the everyday folks in the castle.

But throwing any kind of sexual contact into the mix was definitely a big deal, though how big depended on who you asked. Change would be unmistakably forthcoming, but the two silently agreed that it should not change the core of who they were together, nor mar their roots. Easier said than done, of course, but the two were giving it their best shot, and ultimately they were happy where they stood… so far.

It was just after lunchtime on Friday and Fredrick was keen on finishing as much of his work as he could so the he’d have less to worry about come the next week, though really he just wanted to get out. Celestia and him were working quite diligently, she also being quite encouraged by the impending weekend come the end of the workday.

“So I heard you and Luna have some plans this weekend?” Celestia asked, breaking a small bout of silence between the two. Being reminded of the plans only brought a more encouraged grin to Fredrick’s features as he kept writing.

“Sure do! We’re going to Ponyville tomorrow morning.”

“Ah! She’s going disguised, right?” Celestia asked knowingly, apparently familiar with her younger sister taking breaks outside of the castle rather incognito. Fredrick looked over to the Solar Alicorn.

“Actually, yeah. She brought up the point of it drawing unnecessary attention to ourselves and the inevitable onslaught of questions it would bring. Plus, we wouldn’t be able to act like ourselves if she went as is.”

“Very true,” Celestia commented, acknowledging the fact that now was not the time to beg any questions that could cause speculation. “She has this weird preconceived notion that being seen as herself having fun is somewhat improper. Once things are sorted out, I may ask you to help her see the light.” Fredrick chuckled sensibly.

“I’ll see what I can do, Princess,” he affirmed. Princess Celestia let out a couple ‘tsks’ of mock disapproval.

“Still dropping the occasional title I see. You do realize that outside of a formal meeting, you really don’t have to address me as such, right? I mean, even though you work for me… and I’m a head of state… and an immortal representative projection of the celestial sun… you’re as much of a friend to me as you are to Luna,” she explained, though this was, naturally, not the first time such conversations arose. Fredrick nodded, not looking away from his work.

“I know that very well, Celestia, and I really do count myself honored and blessed that you two feel that way about me. It’s more of a formal recognition of respect… I do the same thing to Luna too, though she tends to hate it more than you. It prevents my mind from invalidating your crowns, so to speak,” he admitted. Celestia could not help but smile warmly at him, though Fred could not see on the account of him not facing her.

“What about you?” he asked, facing her once more. “What are you up to this weekend?”

“Nothing really. Just going to relax, I suppose.”

“You could probably join us if you wanted to. I certainly don’t mind and I don’t think Luna would, either,” Fredrick offered. The shapely Solar Alicorn smiled but shook her head.

“Thank you for wanting to include me, but you two planned this around yourselves. Besides, it will give me an opportunity to catch up on some overdue paperwork that refuses to leave my inbox,” Celestia remarked, politely declining his offer as she dipped her quill into the inkwell. Fred continued to look at her, a coy smirk developing on his face.

“Yeah you’d like things in your inbox, wouldn’t you?” he rhetorically asked nonchalantly, arms crossed and waiting for her reaction. She immediately stopped writing and looked at him with a deadpanned expression before reluctantly letting out a less than dignified giggle.

“You address me formally a minute ago, and then you crack a dirty joke. I hope you enjoy the coveted position you’re in, Fredrick,” she remarked, chuckling a little bit more.

“And ‘unlikely position’ I might add,” he pointedly added, rolling up a scroll and placing it to his left.

“Oh? Why is it so unlikely?” Celestia asked, legitimately curious as to his word usage.

“Well… I mean, ‘good friends with the Royal Alicorn Sisters’ almost sounds like some contrived fantasy. It’s like something out of a movie, really. Not knocking it at all because I absolutely love it; but it’s just so surreal at times.”

“Understandable, I suppose. But as I’ve said before, in the end, we’re just ponies. We all need friends in our life, and for the record, I love having you as a friend,” she admitted, hoping to dispel some of his residual insecurities about the situation. The two gazed at each other and grinned, sharing a small moment before Celestia perked up, as if remembering something.

“Oh, by the way, have you ever seen Luna mad at me?” she asked. He raised his right eyebrow in inquiry.

“That’s kind of a random question but no, I actually haven’t seen her mad at you. I’ve heard some stories but no first-hand experience here. Why?”

“Because you’re gonna witness it in about forty-five seconds,” she proclaimed, almost giddily, running her fingers hastily through her hair and rubbing her palms together. Fredrick was even more lost.

That only creates more questions!

“You sound almost happy about that…”

“Luna is the smartest pony I know… probably smarter than me, and she has many, many talents. The only thing she really has trouble with, though she refuses to admit it, is that she has little in the way of anger management skills. I rile her up every now and then just to release some of the pent up irritation so she doesn’t blow up inadvertently on anypony; usually by pranking her at the most inopportune times,” Celestia explained, talking vibrantly with her two hands. Again, more questions on Fredrick’s end.

“You… prank Luna?” he asked.

“We prank each other actually! It relieves the stress and lightens the mood, though once in a while we’ll both go just a tad too far. Usually it’s me who does that, though. As I said, I have my reasons for doing that. Oh, and she should be here right about…. Now!”

Perfectly on cue, three aggressive knocks sounded from the door to the study.

“Celestia!” Luna’s voice penetrated through the thick wood, though heavily muffled. Fredrick quickly looked to the Solar Alicorn, who had a smug smile on her face and motioned for him to observe.

“CELESTIA!” Luna yelled louder before forcing her way inside and slamming the door behind her. The beautiful-as-ever Night Princess donned a navy-blue suit, complete with a matching blouse, tie, and long skirt (as opposed to slacks). Fredrick never saw Luna in a work-suit as much as Celestia, but he wished she wore the attire a bit more as she looked absolutely stunning, especially since said attire was perfectly tailored to her well-proportioned body.

Huh… she has really nice legs.

“Hi Fredrick!” Luna sweetly greeted with a little wave before returning her gaze to that of pure irritation, facing her sister accusatively.

“Hello, Luna! What can I do for you?”

“I know it was you! Do not dare play coy with me nor deny it!” Luna shouted at her sister, while the latter seemed to take it in stride. Fredrick watched the unfolding exchange intently. Celestia only chuckled and feigned ignorance:

“Lulu, you’re going to have to refresh my memory because I truly don’t know what you—”

“Oh quit trotting around it you fat-flanked trollop!” Luna immediately dismissed her sister with the appropriate hand gestures. Fredrick’s jaw dropped in disbelief as those words left her mouth and gazing over at her sister revealed that she gave the exact equivalent of ‘zero fucks.’ She cleared her throat and responded quite calmly:

“Luna, I cannot confirm nor deny the charge you’re levying against me without knowing what it is or any supporting evidence potentially incriminating me,” she pointed out, mockingly using more formal language with the intent of riling her younger sister up even more. Luna growled and her eyes flared bright teal.

“The only charge that shall be levied is when I charge my horn and puncture both of your oversized mammaries!” Luna threatened, balling her fists and reverting to her much more archaic lexicon as she tended to do when angered. On Fredrick’s end, he had to restrain himself from evacuating his lungs from laughter at her words. She never gave Celestia a chance to continue:

“So, are you able to offer any explanation as to why this mystically fell from under my skirt as I was addressing the Council of Business Affairs?!” Luna demanded, reaching into her suit-coat’s inner pocket and producing an easily recognizable, floppy, midnight-blue, nine-inch dildo resembling a stallion’s phallus. Upon the object’s reveal, two things happened simultaneously: Fredrick had to cover his mouth and fight with all his might to prevent from doubling over in guffaw lest he incur the wrath of his best friend, but Celestia offered no such restraint and immediately busted out laughing.

“Oh? You believe this is a laughing matter?!” Luna exclaimed rhetorically before moving to Celestia’s desk and nearly pressing her muzzle against her sister’s, who was trying her very best to calm down. “Mark my words, sister, when we return from our weekend, my retaliation will be enormous and disproportionate!”

With that, Luna stomped towards the door and teleported out, not even bothering to exit normally. Fredrick watched her go but Celestia was still unphased. She casually looked to the human while finding her fingernails very interesting.

“You know, what’s funny is that she kept the dildo,” the Princess pointed out, and Fredrick gave a sensible chuckle at the continued ridiculousness of the whole situation, shaking his head as he returned to his work.

“Jeez, sometimes I really do feel like I’m in a friggin’ romantic comedy series.” Celestia ignored the comment when she found a few papers that reminded her of something at that moment.

“Oh, actually, I did have some stuff to give to Luna that needs both of our signatures. Would you like to take it to her? She obviously doesn’t wish to talk to me at the moment and if I teleport it to her, she’ll probably ignore it for the day,” she asked, aligning the necessary documents and placing them in a folder. Fredrick shrugged and stood up.

“Sure. She’ll talk to me at least, and who knows… just maybe she’ll share with me what she has planned for you,” he agreed, adding a jesting suspense accompanied with a wiggling of his eyebrows. Celestia handed him the documents and looked to him with a stoic expression before narrowing her eyes.

“If you insert yourself into our prank war, you run the risk of becoming a target, Fredrick,” she warned, the human in question holding the folder against his side and making for the door. He looked over his left shoulder with a grin as he grasped the handle.

“Duly noted. I’ll return in a bit.”

Prince Blueblood took one last look at his watch before he entered into the expansive conference room. Said briefing rooms would often be used to convene and discuss strategy between Lords in the Upper House, as well as to rally domestic support from their respective political parties. Ponies in the position of Blueblood, for example, were highly sought after, as Princes, Dukes, and other individuals with permanent positions held extra clout, and pledging support for a particular representative could turn the tide in an election.

Thus, he could use his own political weight to his advantage… among a few other trump cards that he had at his disposal.

Eying the crowd of suited-up politicians like a predator searching for his prey, he finally found his target and wasted no time in clearing a path through the mass of ponies to get to him. The Prince had prepared a list of known individuals who would prove to be quite problematic once Princess Luna decided to make the ‘situation’ public, so these were the names on his ‘shit list;’ it just so happened that this particular pegasus business-pony, a known ‘speciesist’ was first on said list.

“Lord Stratus,” Blueblood called out, garnering the attention of the pony in question and having him turn around to face the newcomer. The older, grey-coated pegasus’s expression lit up upon confirming the Prince’s identity.

“Prince Blueblood! Such a pleasure to see you again!” he greeted, the two sharing a firm handshake.

“How is election season treating you?” Blueblood asked, feigning interest in what Stratus would ultimately have to say. Buttering him up a bit would make his job a bit easier.

“Oh, splendidly! Retaining my post should not be an issue whatsoever. Of course, I can still count on your support, yes?” he asked like he was joking. Blueblood indulged in his attempt at humor before becoming much more serious.

“Indeed… well, there have been some... complications,” the Prince started off cryptically. Lord Stratus’s gleeful complexion was immediately knocked down a few notches. The possibility that he might not have royal backing for his continued incumbency was beginning to call his future victory into question.

“W-Whatever do you mean? What ‘complications?’”

“Here, can we speak privately?” Blueblood asked, beckoning the Minister and leading him to a more secluded room attached to the conference sector. Before Stratus could ask any more questions, Blueblood spoke up once more:

“Did you know that Princess Luna is going to, sometime in the future, publicly announce her courting of the human, Fredrick?”

“She what?!” Stratus immediately questioned with a disgusted tone. And just like that, Blueblood had him right where he wanted him.

“Indeed! But now, realize, that you are the only pony whom I’ve told this to. It is still strictly confidential. Therefore, if there is any sort of leak to the press or to other ministers, I’ll immediately know that it will have come from you, Lord Stratus!” the Prince smugly replied, pointing to him to emphasize his point before speaking again:

“As well, the best part is, when Her Highness does go public, you are going to fully support her! You shall not raise any objection and in fact, you shall praise her fully!” Stratus looked like Blueblood had taken a dump on his mother.

“It sounds like you are threatening me, Your Highness…”

“No, I’m not pretending to threaten you, I’m actually threatening you,” Blueblood replied matter-of-factly, his tone and expression instantly much more stern as he crossed his arms. Stratus huffed in amusement as he too, crossed his arms, his turn to adorn a smug facial expression.

“A figurehead of royalty strong-arming government officials is just shy of a felony harassment and corruption charge. Unless you wish for the Court to hear about this, I suggest you—”

“Do you hear that?” Blublood cut in, looking elsewhere and attempting to locate a phantom noise.

“...Hear what?”

“That sorrowful sound... listen to it! it’s tragic, actually,” the Prince began, his voice becoming much more confidently sinister as he cupped his hand around his ear, feigning listening to something. “It sounds like the saddest song ever played by an orchestra while a massive bomb is going off in the distance… all the while, two thousand pigs are taking perpetual, violent shits on your face; and it’s the greatest shit they’ve had in their lives, mind you. That is exactly the sound that you will hear for the rest of your miserable twat-life if you do not cooperate.”

“Oh, really now? And just how do you hope to achieve that?” Stratus asked, completely unconvinced. Of course, Blueblood was an expert in the theory of ‘credible threats’ for a reason.

“Well, it just so happens that Bloodline Corporation does a noteworthy amount of banking at Cirrostratus Mutual, you know, your company that my father helped supply initial startup capital to. You see, you made one critical blunder which is in poor, essentially illegal practice and gives me the upper hand with you: several of your branches ignored the Required Reserve Ratio. All I have to do is give the order to Bloodline and all of its subsidiaries to pull out our funds and help engineer a bank run. It’s relatively easy to call in some favors and get other partnering companies to go along with me. All your branches will become insolvent in hours. It appears you’ve forgotten to take that into account when you threatened me, hmmm?”

The look that Lord Stratus was giving to Blueblood was priceless: a perfect mix of fear and fury. His fists were balled up and his breathing had deepened, knowing that he had been cleanly done up the shitter. There was so much that he wished to say, but he physically and mentally could not string together proper syntax. Eventually, the best he could come up with was:

“Y-You cannot be serious!?”

“My demands are simple: You shall not incite trouble when the time comes, and you will praise our Lunar Princess when she makes the formal announcement, on top of getting your most loyal allies as ‘on board’ with you as possible. Do this, and I shan’t ruin your life, and I’ll endorse you!” Blueblood listed, knowing that he had thoroughly ‘convinced’ his first target. He moved to exit back into the conference room before he stopped to continue:

“Oh, and… if you breathe a single word about anything I have told you here…” he cryptically began his threat, pointing to his face once more. “Violins, bombs, and pig shit. Remember that. Good luck in the election!” Blueblood concluded, waving over his shoulder as he disappeared back into the main room and through crowd.

As he was leaving the conference room, the Prince took a small piece of paper and pencil out of his coat-pocket. He drew a thick line through the first name on his list.

After a quick trek to Lunar Quadrant of the Castle and waving to specific guards and maids, Fredrick found himself in front of the door to Luna’s office. It was identical in every way to Celestia’s save for the pristine-finished ebony-wood door and her stained-glass cutie mark embedded in its center. With no reason to admire the door itself, Fred gave four firm knocks, just to ensure that Luna wasn’t meeting somepony at the moment.

“If that is you, Celestia, you can go fellate a duck.”

Fredrick took that as permission to enter. Upon closing the door behind him, Luna looked up from what she was writing, a gleeful smile instantly gracing her face at the sight of her best friend.

“I don’t know, Luna… I much prefer a ‘fellate’ of fish,” Fred joked, playing on her words, to which she rolled her eyes at how horrible that pun truly was, yet beckoned him with open arms from her chair. He quickly closed the distance between them, tossing the folder onto her desk before he made to hug her.

“Your puns continue to be weak,” she noted before the two embraced each other tightly and with wide smiles. After a few seconds, they separated, Luna holding onto Fredrick by his biceps and looking up at him endearingly. The two grinned at each other for a bit before the human pointed towards the file resting on her desk.

“It was obvious that you didn’t want to talk to Celestia at all, so she had me bring that to you. Some important documents I guess,” he said, Luna turning again in her chair to open said folder and thumb through the papers inside. He watched her skim passages, numbers, and other information from above… though he was almost disappointed that there was no cleavage to look down upon this time.

Almost.

After a few more seconds, she closed the folder and looked up at him once more.

“Necessary documents indeed. Thank you for bringing them to me. Do you need to get back to my sister?” Luna asked, desperately wishing for a distraction at the present time in light of more recent events.

“Nah, I’m not in a rush.”

“Then, stay a while?”

“Is that even a question?” he replied incredulously, her face instantly lighting up. Being truthful to himself, seeing her instantly become happy like that made his day. Luna decided to stand up, planting a small kiss on Fred’s right cheek before they engaged in another tight hug. The Lunar Princess buried her muzzle into his neck, her arms around his upper back and his around her waist. Silence reigned for about thirty seconds, the two locked in a chaste embrace and gently swaying back and forth. Luna opted to rest her eyes just for a moment, as she was completely exhausted from this morning as well as the entire week in general.

With a less-than-desired prank from Celestia, Fredrick was the only individual whom Luna wanted to be with at the moment.

Fredrick moved his hands up her back and once he got farther up towards her wings, Luna flinched in apparent pain.

“Are you alright?” he asked, withdrawing his hands from her back and separating so he could better look at her. Luna stretched her arms backwards with a small grimace.

“Yes, my left wing is just giving me problems. I stretched too harshly this morning when I woke up and it has been a literal pain all day,” she commented, the pain-killing magic she had cast earlier not having as much of an effect as she would have liked. Fredrick, however, knew that he could help her out, possibly. He just needed internal coaxing:

Do it, you pussy.

“How ‘bout a massage?” he said, throwing out the option somewhat awkwardly. Considering that Luna was his best friend, he's kissed her on a near daily basis, and earlier in the week his manhood went hard through her hills, he was not really sure why he was shy to provide a simple massage. Luna, however, immediately jumped at the opportunity to get relief for her sore appendage.

“That actually sounds splendid,” she affirmed, shedding her suit-coat and sitting on the edge of her desk, her gorgeous midnight-blue wings being revealed. They were allowed to come through her dress-shirt via small slits on the fabric which seemed oddly small given Luna’s impressive wingspan. Then again, when she folded them and had them flush on her back, they were actually quite compact, almost unnoticeable under baggier clothing. Fredrick wasted no time in getting to work, gingerly but firmly gripping both bases of her wings for purposes of symmetry.

“Ahhh!” Luna moaned out involuntarily as Fredrick immediately set to work on kneading her overstretched appendages. The human knew exactly what the effect was, in some sense. Luna had explained to him months ago about pegasi and their wings being sensitive erogenous zones, and it was no different for alicorns. He had to be gentle yet firm and precise in his actions, lest he cause undue pain or sexually rile her up unnecessarily. Still, the latter may very well have been unavoidable if the extent of the pleasure felt by wing stimulation was not exaggerated. Fredrick might as well have been squeezing her tits.

I’d say that’s a better alternative…

“How’s that?” he asked as he continued to work up and down her wing muscles and out towards the edges. Luna gave a few more shudders and sighs of relief.

“Wo~onderful. Your skill with your hands is quite diverse,” Luna jokingly alluded, looking back at him with a sly smile. Fredrick chuckled as he diligently continued working, being very deliberate with his actions at very specific places on her wing bases. He was quickly learning which areas made her tick in all the right ways, and he’d be sure to employ these in later escapades with his closest friend.

“So you’ve told me. You like my hands quite a bit,” he retorted, feeding the suggestive atmosphere.

“And you seem to be enjoying my wings!” Luna pointed out after a particularly seductive-sounding coo. “Although… you love other parts of me moreso…” Luna continued, her eyelids dropping just a bit as she worked to excite her human friend.

This is escalating quickly.

“You could say that I suppose…”

“You are infatuated with my breasts, yes?” Luna asked coyly, cupping both of them through her shirt. He met her face with a deadpanned expression but her attempts to get him going were succeeding greatly.

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

“I already know the answer… I just like hearing you say it. But you love them, yes?” she pressed on, the sensual rubbing of her wings easily identifiable as the catalyst to this whole hot-and-heavy atmosphere multiplying on itself. He never ceased his ministrations on her wings and in fact, became much more sexual with his touches. It was remarkable how their words went from crude joking to ‘impending sexual intent.’

“Yes…”

“And placing your throbbing member between them, yes?” she continued, going straight for the kill, figuratively speaking.

“Luna, one day under pressure from all your teasing, I’m going to just clear your desk and fuck you into the wood,” Fredrick replied, not holding back any punches either. As he finished uttering his words, he leaned in and planted lustful kisses on the side of Luna’s neck, again, never ceasing his massaging. Luna instinctively leaned her head over to give him better access, his lips and teeth sending the ‘tingly-electricity’ straight into her stomach and was quickly intensifying her arousal. She softly moaned.

“Mmmmm… Fredrick… and maybe you should. Perhaps I am not opposed to you rutting me senseless in my own office and making me scream,” Luna said, not wanting to be outdone. Fredrick continued to assault both her neck and her wings, and she became even more sexually stimulated when Fred freed his right hand and reached around, gripping her right breast from behind.

“I would right now, Luna,” he continued, both of their breaths becoming labored, heavy pants with the continually building sexual tension. “But it’s business hours, so it would be almost certain that —”

*knock**knock**knock*

Both immediately ceased their actions as they shot their glances to the door. Less-than-desirable memories began to flood into their minds from their second time being at all intimate with each other.

“Princess Luna?” A guard called out from behind the door. “Your two o’clock appointment has arrived.”

“Very well. I shall be right out!” Luna replied, retrieving her suit jacket, folding her wings against her back, and slipping it on. She looked to Fredrick who looked like he was ready to bust out in hysterics. She rolled her eyes, both of their cheeks still flushed with arousal, and it was a shame that she did not have enough time to change panties. She certainly needed it. Luna checked herself over to make sure nothing ‘bled’ through, this time both of them being ‘blue-balled.’

“You just had to open your damn mouth!”