Part XXI. Moment

Other than her spontaneous conscription into a diabolical plan to prank Fredrick, Stella’s patrol shift ended without much flair… though she had another outfit in tow to show for her once in a lifetime opportunity. For once, she could not wait for her shift to end so she could try on said outfit… something that she never thought she would think in her life. As one could infer, Stella was not one to go on lavish shopping sprees nor spend hours trying on clothes and makeup. She was a mare, of course, and enjoyed dolling herself up every once in a while, but clothing never took precedence in her life, which is what made this situation all the much more different.

Being relieved of her duty early, Stella quickly entered into the Lunar section of the barracks and found her room. Since Lunar Guards were fewer in number than their Solar counterparts, they were often afforded more living space. One such example was that rooms only housed pairs of soldiers rather than quadruples, simply on account of numerical disparities. There were tradeoffs, of course, such as Lunar Guards having to take on much longer shifts than their Solar comrades, but regardless, nopony was complaining.

Unlocking her room, she entered into the dimly lit, spartan abode… quite reminiscent of the Northern Cave networks, including the color of the walls as well as a few stone amenity emplacements. Inside the comfortable living space were two beds side by side, though ‘bunks’ would be more of an apt term. With nopony else to share the room with, Command allowed them to separate the bunk bed into two separate beds, so no one had to take ‘top’ or ‘bottom.’ Stella’s bed was perfectly made, the comforter massively emblazoned with her cutie mark: a full moon with two falchions intersecting orthogonally a layer above. There was a footlocker at the foot of her bed which held a platinum nameplate with her full name; ‘Stella Sabre.’ The irony of her last name in relation to her cutie mark was not lost on her, nor anypony who saw it; she chalked it up as another manifestation of her personality.

She was a bit more hasty in removing her armor and armaments, laying them out on the bed and resolving to put them away later… for now, she had something better to do.

Stripping herself of her armor and underlayers, Stella was clad in a rather dull set of bra and panties which were the color of her dark-grey coat, nothing particularly exciting nor arousing, but, as was guard duty. Thankfully, her roommate was off for the night and out about Canterlot, which meant that Stella had freedom to try on her new outfit without being bothered… though her roommate, another batpony named Emeralda, surprisingly, was not bothersome; mainly because she rarely said anything at all and did her own thing.

Between the beds and on the wall opposite of them rested a full-body mirror which would be perfect for her needs.

Removing her final garments and leaving her bare to nopony but her, Stella reached for the new outfit and, with a little bit of care in avoiding the tassels, links, and other extras, she managed to slip into the skimpy two-piece with relative ease.

“Fuckin’ hell…” she commented once everything was properly ‘adjusted.’ Taking a good look at herself in the mirror, her suspicions were right in that this outfit would fit her… just barely. At first glance, the most noticeable feature was that her breasts were squeezed almost too-tightly together, creating more cleavage than Stella had ever thought was possible with her size (and that she had ever seen on herself, ever); add to the fact that they weren’t covered in full.

Dragging her gaze downward and posing a bit to accentuate certain areas, her arms and stomach were quite sexily and muscularly defined, a testament to a life in the cave networks, army, and Royal Guard. Her triceps, especially, were on the larger side for what was normally seen in a mare, and a tight stomach with a vaguely defined six-pack could be seen through her coat, serving to frame her navel in the most arousing way possible. The silver links between the two pieces were held taut against her stomach and added extra frame and flair, quite lovely at that.

Twirling around, the bottoms were essentially a thong, and the entirety of her ass was pretty much on display; not even her cutie marks were cut off. Her tail fit through a designated slit and it only added more allure to the innate attraction of her perfectly curved and toned backside. Stella ran her left hand down the curvature of her butt and down her leg before striking several other poses: one where she set her legs shoulder-width apart and placed her hands on her hips, another where she bit her lower lip and bent forward so her back was parallel with the ground, giving the mirror an inviting view of her bloated cleavage, another where she turned around and planted both her hands on her ass, giving the mirror a half-lidded stare… and one more where she cocked her right hip out and placed her right hand on it, accentuating her hips.

She then decided to just sway her ass back and forth for a moment.

By the stars, I look hot.

“Damn, Stella.”

The moment she heard a foreign voice pierce the silence of her vanity, Stella jumped about a foot in the air and screamed in a rather feminine tone, quickly covering herself up as much as she could with her hands… which wasn’t much. Immediately checking the door, she found Emeralda with a generally stoic gaze, but the left side of her mouth was turned up in a half-smirk.

“God...DAMMIT, Emeralda, I thought you left for the night!” Stella nearly shouted, reining in her tone just a bit when she saw it was who she deemed a ‘friendly.’

“I did, but I forgot my badge. I’d like to get back into the barracks at some point,” Emeralda replied, brushing past Stella and paying her little mind as she picked up her essential item off the headboard.

“Wait wait wait…” Stella quickly intercepted her bunkmate before she could head back out the door. “If you breathe a fuckin’ word to anypony... I’ll wear your fuckin’ sphincter as a fuckin’ bracelet,” she threatened, but it was token, almost reactionary. She knew that she didn’t need to worry about Emeralda saying anything to anypony, but habits are habits. Her fellow soldier’s gaze never wavered from stoic.

“I never saw anything, Stella,” she replied in her usual, semi-monotone, brushing past the scantily-clad Stella and heading back out the door. Before she left entirely, though, she looked over her shoulder. “Still, that looks awesome on you… If I wasn’t straight…” she alluded with a mischievous grin.

“Oh fuck off,” Stella replied, ushering Emeralda out with a brush of her hand, and with that, the latter took off for good, leaving Stella alone once more. She sighed blissfully and glanced at herself in the mirror, not being able to wait until the prank could be put into motion, because Fredrick would most likely shit himself seeing her in this attire.

And she had an inexplicable stirring in her loins.

Ahhh fuck… well, if it’s a wank the body wants, it’s a wank the body gets.

Glancing back at herself in the mirror, Stella, moving forward from here, decided to pretend that the reflecting surface was somepony she was giving a show to. So, putting extra sway into her hips once more, she began stripping out of her newly acquired outfit. Biting her lip the entire time and giving her ‘recipient’ the sexiest look she could muster (which, all things considered, was pretty goddamn sexy), she shimmied out of the bottoms once she disconnected the links that held the two pieces together. Using merely two of her fingers, she slid the hem over the curve of her ass and threading her tail out. Her ass was on full display, not veiled by any token measure of clothing this time around, and when she bent down to ensure the bottoms slid off cleanly, the slightest hint of her lower lips could be seen through her tail.

Next was the top, and Stella opted to just slide the straps off of her shoulders with the brush of her fingers. Lidding her gaze that much more, with one fluid motion, she peeled the garment off of her chest, leaving her completely nude with her backside facing the mirror.

But, she had other things to do than sensually move in front of a mirror… and truth be told, it was starting to get pretty weird by that point. Stella may have been eccentric, but she was not about to jill off to her own reflection.

Who does that?

Leaving the mirror behind, Stella wasted no time in flopping on the bed (after haphazardly moving her armor away), almost giddy with excitement at the realization that she hadn’t touched herself in well over two weeks. Barely able to contain a toothy grin, she spread her legs nice and wide, letting the cool air of her room finally waft over her quickly moistening folds and sending the tiniest of jitters through her body. However, she wanted this to be at least a ‘halfway decent toss,’ so she decided to tease herself… just a little bit.

“Mmmmm…” Stella hummed softly, allowing her eyes to gently shut as she dragged her hands up her body, feeling herself up the entire time before settling her palms right on both of her tits. The feeling of her fingertips having traced columns up her torso only served to excite her even more. “Haven’t given the girls much attention lately…”

Her hooves curled a bit into the bed as she began tenderly massaging her breasts. What she told Fredrick at the tavern was true: she loved her boobs, and even though they were ‘only’ a C-cup, they were sensitive enough where she love playing with them—and having them played with. Stella cooed to herself as her fingers kneaded into the soft yet firm titflesh, her hands pressing her two orbs together and allowing her small, pert, darker-gray nipples to catch between her digits. She then moved to firmly squeeze her right breast while pinching and rolling the nipple of the left, having little desire to stifle a set of shuddered moans that wormed its way out of her muzzle.

She alternated the same gestures between both of her breasts, goosebumps quickly forming from the combination of the pleasure shooting through her, her heat rising, and the atmosphere attempting to cool her off. Her nipples were already swollen and hard, begging to be sucked on by anypony, but alas, no one was around to perform the arduous, gruelling task of sucking on Stella’s tits.

Pity.

While she enjoyed boob-play on herself, the pleasurable actions were only serving to force more blood down south. Her marehood was almost painfully throbbing and winking, absolutely demanding to be touched and ravished. Reluctantly prying herself away from her boobs, Stella slid her hand downward, tracing the muscle contours of her abdomen before reaching her inner thighs, massaging herself there and serving to make herself leak like a worn faucet.

That was one of Stella’s little ‘things’ about her. While she was not some overly-sensitive pony down by her clit and pussy in general, when she got horny, her panties would turn into an ocean. ‘Getting wet’ did not serve her justice. While it provided ample lubrication, it would sometimes be more of a liability than an asset, especially if arousal was unintentional.

Stella shuddered when the three middle fingers of her right hand made contact with her aching lips, but she immediately felt her entire hand seem to get soaked by the brief contact.

I love you, vagina, but ya can’t keep doin’ that, come on…

Undeterred, Stella pressed her fingers of both her hands flush against her pussy, paying little heed to the juices that quickly soaked them all. Pressing firmly against her lips, she slid both of her hands agonizingly-slowly to the top of her slit, where she pulled back the hood of her clit and let two of her fingers drum against it.

“Ahh! Mmph…”

Her little button reacted quite well to the attention, sending staggered waves of pleasure through her entire body. Her pussy seemed to quiver internally, and she shuddered at the feeling… all it meant was that it begged for more attention. With how horny Stella was feeling, she did not know how long she would ultimately last, especially if she was reacting to the simplest of touches in this way.

Only one way to find out…

Holding her slit from the top, Stella dragged her middle finger down its curvature before unceremoniously sinking the digit inside of her, her pussy hungrily swallowing it up to her knuckle. A cute little moan forced its way from her throat, but was replaced with one of much higher volume when she sunk her ring-finger in and wasted no time in pumping herself.

“Fuck… Yeah!” she cried as she began fingerfucking herself, utilizing her left hand to rub her clit as much as possible all the while. “Fuck me… fuck me HARD!” she moaned, imagining a hunk of her fantasies penetrating her over and over again. Her eyes were shut tight and she bit her lip between bouts of moans… hard enough where she drew the tiniest amount of blood.

“Please…” she whined to nopony in particular, inserting a third finger into her needy slit and going to town. She began pinching and rolling her clit, almost to the point where it hurt. “I wanna cum so badly… I wanna cum... UHN!!...all over your hard fuckin’... AHH!... cock!” she moaned ravenously through clenched teeth, followed by a sharp gasp as she hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

Stella furiously rubbed her clit with abandon, stabbing her fingers inside of her and making sure to hit the spot she knew would bring her to her end. Her lower body was now out of her control, her hips already rising up off the bed as her pussy became that much tighter around her invading fingers. The onslaught of dirty words never left her mouth; she always got off on dirty talking, with or without somepony else present.

“FUCK! Right there!” Stella whimpered after she cried out in dirty glee. “I’m so fuckin’ close… then shoot that… GAH! Ahh! AHH!... hot cum all over me!” she pleaded with her imaginary lover. “COVER ME IN IT!” She cried out one last time before giving her clit one last flick, which sent her completely over the edge. With one last vocal, guttural cry of unadulterated, feminine ecstasy, her pussy and entire lower body seemed to spasm in an orgasm of cataclysmic proportions. Her series of moans never ceased as she rode out her high, grinding her now-clenching pussy against her hands for good measure. Her abs were flexed tightly, attempting to hold onto the euphoria for as long as possible.

The fruits of her labor were readily visible… actually, squirted all over her comforter to be precise.

Deep, rapid breaths soon took over for her moans as Stella came down from her peak, her body soaked in sweat and her eyes still tightly shut. When she was able to calm down enough, she opened her golden orbs to the dimly-lit room, allowing a ‘beautifully sexed-up’ smile to adorn her pretty face.

“Celestia I needed that! Fuck me… literally.”

It was about that time that she realized that the comforter below the waist was absolutely soaked in her fluids, fully understanding the gravity of the fact that she squirt. Hard.

She didn’t even have the energy to curse at that fact… she was just happy to get a much-needed release. However a bit of curiosity wormed its way to her mind, and she brought her thoroughly used and still-moist hand up to her mouth.

She stuck the tips of her fingers in her mouth and slurped. She then cocked a confused eyebrow as she removed the digits from her maw.

“Pineapple?? The fuck?!

The trip to Ponyville was as normal as ever, and like the last time, Luna had to adopt her ‘Lumina’ persona to avoid needless attention being drawn to them. As for the plan for the day, Fredrick was in for a complete surprise. With Twilight agreeing wholeheartedly, the unicorn and alicorn in disguise introduced them to a rather popular pastime: Magicka Shot. For all intents and purposes, it was identical to ‘Paintball’ but instead of balls of paint, it was charged, hard-magic. The result: much more realistic and intense, but quite a bit more painful.

Lumina aimed her rifle out, leading with barrel as she looked for any sign of the enemy… once clear, she beckoned Fredrick and Twilight to follow close. Fredrick now had conclusive evidence that Equestria’s (and most likely the world’s) technology level in terms of military was somewhere akin to the First World War-era back on Earth. This was supported by the several-feet long, bolt action rifles they were carrying (despite being cumbersome due to the environment), on top of the full-face masks, steel helmets, and light-infantry uniforms.

They went all out in terms of gear with the sport. Fredrick was impressed.

He also had to respect how much the magicka rounds hurt… it wasn’t just the kinetic impact (which could definitely be felt), but they also diffused a mild electrical charge for added effect.

“Where the hell did they go??” Fredrick asked as the three crept forward. The rest of their team was dispersed throughout the forest in a general front line.

“You saw the enemy retreat back into the forest towards their headquarters, most likely attempting to rally a final defense,” Lumina replied, never drawing her eye from her rifle’s sights. Fredrick shrugged and accepted the words, but what was still fresh on his mind was the fact that Twilight was an active participant in something like this.

“Still surprised you were so willing to join us, Twilight,” Fredrick commented as the three continued to move quietly between trees.

“Hey, I may be boring, but I’m up for something different once in a while, when Equestria doesn’t require saving,” the unicorn admitted, though no facial expression could be discerned due to the masks. Since the masks were designed for ponies, Fred had to get used to the literal extra breathing room, as there was no other mask available that could accommodate his human face.

Everypony continued onward in silence, save for the white noise that the forest produced. Not even the rest of the team was making any noise outside of occasional whispers.

“Well,” Fredrick whispered. “If this is like any war movie I’ve ever seen back on Earth, I’d say we’re about to walk right into an am—”

A shot rang out and a red-colored magical round found its mark in the chest of an anonymous teammate that had decided on the poor choice of taking point.

“Ambush! To cover, NOW!” Lumina ordered, and thankfully, there were three small trees that afforded the three teammates enough cover for the coming firefight. After the first shot had been fired, over a dozen red-team infantry poured out of their emplacements with a collective warcry, finding their own sets of opposing cover as they moved to check the advance of blue-team. Red and blue bolts of hard magic were suddenly being traded back and forth at massive volumes.

“Two at one o’clock, one at ten, Fredrick! I’m reloading!” Lumina cautioned, returning fire from around the tree before pulling the bolt back and inserting another magical core. Fred was no stranger to guns back home, and thankfully, the ever reliable bolt-action rifle worked just as well as it did there, though slightly differently. Working the bolt didn’t expend a cartridge or load another, but acted as a sort of manual cooling system for the weaponized magical magazine.

So much for World War 1 tech…

“I see ‘em!” Fredrick acknowledged, poking out of cover and firing two blue rounds towards the enemy. He scored a hit in an enemy’s left shoulder as they poked out.

“You alright over there, Twi??” he called out as he cycled the bolt behind cover, finding Twilight much too apprehensive to level her rifle out and take aim, as she was only peeking from around cover. Her eyes widened as a red round slammed into the bark a few inches away, forcing her back into full protective cover.

“I’m okay!” She finally called back, clutching her weapon closer to her body. “Starting to wonder why I agreed to this!”

Fredrick found another potential target but Lumina was quick to dispatch them with a single round to the stomach, the enemy doubling over in agony as the stun round hit them full force in the gut.

“Target neutralized! We must advance!” Lumina commanded, not waiting for any of her teammate’s confirmation before charging forward out of cover. Fred quickly followed behind her and Twilight, with some extra internal motivation, was able to find the courage to advance forward with her friends.

“Watch it! There’s two behind those trees!” Fredrick warned, seeing an enemy fireteam in cover just a little bit ahead, and they quickly began shooting at the advancing trio.

“AAAH!” Twilight cried out agonizingly as an enemy round found its mark in her right thigh, forcing her to lurch forward and plant into the ground.

“TWILIGHT!” Lumina reacted, quick to dispatch her assailant with a nasty round that found its mark in their neck.

“I’m… I’m okay…” she muttered weakly, Fredrick being able to drag her into cover. The rules of the game were that, as long as you did not get knocked out from the stun round, you were still in. Twilight barely held on when she got shot but was quickly recovering. “FUCK that hurt!” she yelled indignantly, partially at the irony of her being targeted and shot. Fredrick had to admit that she took the hit like a champ, and found some humor in the fact that that was the first time he had ever heard her utter profanity.

“You’re still in this one, Twilight!” Fred reassured her, handing her the weapon that she dropped. Upon taking it into her grasp, she immediately got to her feet and aimed out from cover to fire at the enemy.

Apparently, getting shot was enough to catalyze her aggressiveness.

“Watch yourself, Lumina… they’re flanking!” Twilight called out two aggressors sprinting around to the faux-unicorn’s left flank. With a bit of careful aiming between the trees and steadying her breath, Twilight pulled the trigger and sent a round straight into an enemy combatant’s side, dropping her where she stood… and they knew it was a ‘she’ by the recognizably-feminine scream that flew unbidden from behind the mask upon being struck.

“Excellent shot, Twilight!” Lumina complimented, finishing off the second aggressor that had decided to test their flank. She cycled the bolt of her rifle. “We’re barely a couple hundred feet from the victory line. If we cross it, our team wins automatically!” she reminded her two teammates, as well as any other team members that happened to be nearby.

“Right!” Twilight acknowledged, firing towards any flashes of red light in the dense forest.

“You got it, Lumina! We’ll follow your lead!” Fredrick yelled back over the sounds of battle in response, nodding to her for reassurance that he’d be on her tail. Lumina nodded curtly in return and steeled herself.

“Very well! CHARGE!” she ordered, tearing from her cover and, as if her will compelled everypony else, her team quickly followed with an even mightier warcry. Fredrick and Twilight were all too eager to join in, aiming their rifles out as they left their cover behind to storm the final enemy defensive line.

As for Fredrick, the sound of battle quickly cut out by a deafening metallic clink of his helmet, and all he remembered was his upper body lurching backwards before everything went completely dark.
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Fredrick groaned, feeling as if he had just woken up from the deepest sleep in the world. What was different about a would-be sleep situation, was that he had a massive headache.

“Luna, he’s up!” Fredrick was able to discern Twilight’s voice softly speaking. He was able to shake some of the grogginess off and was able to figure out that he was lying down… and his head was resting peacefully on Luna’s thighs, the latter on her knees. She didn’t respond to Twilight’s alert, but lovingly stroked the side of Fredrick’s helmetless and maskless face.

And curiously in her natural state, rather than her disguise.

“W-What the shit happened?” Fredrick finally was able to ask, having gained enough sense about him to realize that he was at least safe. The lack of any gunfire or yelling was indicative of the match no longer going on, though, a quick survey of his surroundings revealed that they had not left the Everfree Forest yet.

Luna giggled.

“You took a direct headshot, my love,” Luna informed with stifled laughter. “Twilight and I saw you collapse immediately on your back.”

“Not gonna lie,” Twilight interjected with a series of her own giggles. “It was pretty hilarious. We won, though!”

Soon enough, both mares were in complete stitches at the memory of Fredrick’s body collapsing like a lifeless ragdoll.

“Hilarious,” Fredrick replied stoically, but in good humor nonetheless. “Why are you out of disguise, Lu?”

“There is nopony else around, and I wanted you to see something most familiar when you awoke. You were not out for very long, so do not worry, Fredrick,” Luna answered, leaning down to kiss her friend on the forehead… right where the magical round would have struck him.

He gladly returned the sweet gesture.

“Goddamn… that must’ve been some hit though. Too bad I didn’t do a flip from how hard it hit me. I genuinely don’t remember anything!” Fred exclaimed, in much better spirits now that the grogginess was wearing off, as was the headache, though the latter was due to Luna diffusing some painkilling magic through her hand. Everyone giggled nonetheless.

“Come. Let us get back to Twilight’s. I believe an early dinner is in order before we return for the evening.”

It was the end of the following weekend, and Blueblood was relaxing before bed, reading up on some missed mail before he turned in for the night, ready to begin his ventures anew come the next week. He was this close to ensuring one hundred percent support from potentially dissenting members of parliament… but something caught his eye and drew him from his musings.

A paper that was much darker than the rest, indicating an urgent status to it.

Blueblood brushed aside the other parchments and decided to read this letter that was sent to him earlier this day. His eyes scrutinized every word, but his expression visibly shifted from that of pleasant stoicism, to displeased scowl. According to one of his ‘feelers,’ there was solid evidence that somepony had tried to test the credibility of his threat, and may have leaked details of Princess Luna’s courting plans to a press outlet.

“When I find them... I certainly hope they’ll enjoy their personal realm in Tartarus!” he cursed to the empty room. ‘Furious’ would be an understatement… Blueblood would be sure to use all the resources available to him to physically and psychologically crush whoever, allegedly, decided to stupidly go against his will. But for now, there was something more important to do at hand.

Flaring his nostrils in anger, Blueblood grabbed a blank piece of parchment and a quill, hastily penning an urgent letter to Princess Luna and Celestia.

The Lunar Princess would have to call a Parliamentary meeting immediately and make the pivotal announcement.

Author's Notes:

Things have been a little bit Stella-focused the past few chapters. For the upcoming few, the focus goes back almost entirely to Fredrick and Luna, as it should be... save for the future prank, of course!

This chapter was a bit different, so I hope it came out alright. A good start to the weekend in my opinion. Let me know!