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Part XXV. Future

Fredrick awoke with a start, inhaling sharply as he fought to grasp something tangible around him. At an instant, he found himself in his bed as he should have been, though matted in a cold sweat. Adrenaline still surging through his body, his heart raced and his breathing was staggered, he himself hesitant to declare his nightmare was truly over. Fortunately, everything was where he left it before he fell asleep; the window to the cool night air was left slightly ajar, letting the curtains gently flutter with every little change in the wind, the pictures on the wall which were visible with what little light entered into the room...

...And of course, Luna sleeping peacefully next to him.

Breathing a massive sigh of relief, Fredrick lay back down and curled himself up behind his marefriend, wrapping his arms around her stomach and spooning her lovingly. He then pressed his forehead against her back and began the arduous process of falling back asleep… but a damper was put on that when Luna was roused by the firmness in which he was holding her, and she shifted and turned to face him.

Their eyes were suddenly level with each other, and the sliver of moonlight that entered into the room reflected both concern and regret. No one said anything for awhile, and Fredrick allowed himself to be lost in the teal blue orbs that captivated him from the first time they met. Already, he could feel his anxiety begin to recede.

“Did I let one get by?” she asked in a whisper, cupping his cheek and stroking him. Luna’s heart nearly broke when Fredrick averted his gaze shamefully, and he didn’t have to say anything for her to know the answer to her question. Luna sighed out and pulled him snuggly against her, his face nestling just above her bosom while their bare legs became intertwined. Despite Fredrick’s seemingly fine rebound from that truly over-the-top prank, it became clear as the days passed that he was, indeed, not okay.

“I’m sorry, Luna…” he sighed out, and those words were met with an equal measure of love and sternness.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my love… t’was our faults. We are sorry.”

Fredrick relaxed in her embrace and rested his eyes once more. He let the gentle stroking of Luna’s hand across the back of his head lull him into a much more relaxed, trance-like state. If one were to ask him if he’d be suffering from anything in his future, ‘anxiety’ and ‘some form of minor, actual legit PTSD’ would be the last thing on his mind. It’s funny how that works… though considering the sheer realism that Luna, Celestia, and Stella were able to produce in such a prank, perhaps a sense of enduring trauma was not all that astonishing. The first symptom was the sudden onset of incredibly grotesque and vivid nightmares involving the very subject that Fredrick dare not touch upon: Luna’s death. Later symptoms manifested in sudden skittishness (usually when he did not know where Luna was within twenty-four hours), and an overwhelming urge to head to Luna’s room at any point in time.

It was just a prank, bro…

But telling himself that over and over again never allayed that fear in his mind; his dreams didn’t help him either. He didn’t think it would be this bad… actual anxiety and trauma was something he had only seen in movies or that his friends back on Earth—having come from much harder and ‘fucked-up’ upbringings—had, or were at least entitled to.

“Still,” Fred whispered. “I just… you know how I feel about this already,” he sighed out again, defeated and unable to muster the appropriate words to marshal his thoughts. He hated feeling like this, like a child that needed coddling to feel secure in his mother’s embrace, though in this particular case, it was in Luna’s hold.

His head against her boobs, though, was definitely helping him calm down faster. It did little to to nullify the feelings of shame he still harbored, however.

“Shhhh…” Luna calmed him, running her fingers through his hair while she held him flush. The alicorn then allowed her eyes to drift shut and she nuzzled her face down into his, conveying the close intimacy the two had shared for so long. Feeling her warm breath fall and break upon his face was yet another sign that the vanquished nightmare was no longer in control of his perception of reality. “Just relax, Fredrick. I will be here, and I shall always be here for you… by your side for the continuous future, as you are for me.”

It was always little words like so, that made Fredrick’s heart flutter just shy of a cuteness-induced heart attack. His feelings of pseudo demasculation from his ‘incidents’ melted away if just for a fleeting moment, and he acted upon the urge to kiss his mare right then and there. Fred planted that chaste, gentle kiss on Luna’s lips, and it was her turn to melt this time around.

Fredrick always found a way to make her ‘melt,’ though, in more ways than one, of course. Nevertheless, Luna had little qualm with being the big spoon or being the anchor of support whenever Fredrick happened to need it… it was a small price to pay for all Fred had done to better her life. Silence monopolized the atmosphere for the next few minutes, which gave the human much needed time to quell his residual anxiety.

“I love you, Luna…” Fred finally outed, relaxing back into his favorite mammary-variety pillows of them all.

“And I love you, my stallion…” the groggy princess replied in earnest, planting another kiss on his forehead before laying back and settling her head just atop of his. “...my sweet, amazing stallion…”

“Hmmm… I’m really starting to like these extra little names,” Fred admitted, his whispers gradually becoming softer and harder to decipher, a clear symptom of sleepiness reclaiming lost territory, if any. Luna felt the exact same way, and it had been a little while (two whole days) since they last fell asleep in an intimate embrace such as this.

Both were more than okay with that prospect.

“Well, get used to them, Fredrick,” she teased, returning her hand to his cheek and running her thumb over his damp, clammy face. She wiped some of the residual sweat and grime; and on an unrelated note, these sheets would need to be changed, as a result.

“But, try to get some sleep,” she cautioned, separating and rejoining their legs in a slightly different position, which allowed previously untouched skin to cooly rest on each other; a comfortable tingle wormed its way up both their spines from the pleasurable feeling. There was little substitute for sleeping on a cool pillow or bed when one was warm, and the same held true with another’s body, in some sense. “It is a big day, tomorrow.”

“I know,” Fredrick nodded, barely holding onto consciousness and eager to slip back into his dreamscape where Luna’s ethereal form would watch over him vigilantly. “And I can hardly wait.”

With one last response in the form of a blissful sigh out of Luna, the two were once again claimed by slumber… and Fred couldn’t have felt better rested in the morning, in his opinion at least.

Like Luna had mentioned, it was a big day for the two of them, and the entirety of this day needed to be devoted to getting ready and ensuring all preparations were as perfect as possible. For Fredrick personally, it was not an overly taxing process, considering he had about five hours to do so. Shower, shave, and generally make sure he looked modestly presentable outside of his tuxedo were on his agenda before he actually moved on to grooming himself properly.

It would defeat the whole purpose if he looked like he took two drunken binges across the country. To his credit, he rarely looked as such, but there were times where Luna wasn’t entirely sure… Stella was an often ‘interesting’ influence on him. As incredible of a Royal and Honor Guard as she was, even the Princess had to admit that she was incredibly high-octane.

Fred hadn’t seen Luna since they woke up, but that was to be expected, given the circumstances. Standing alone in his room and in front of the body-length mirror that lay in one of its corners, Fredrick finished buttoning up his pristine, white shirt to the collar. With that done, it was a simple matter of tucking his shirt into his midnight-blue slacks before securing those as well. A shiny new, onyx-black belt held the two together, and identically-colored, brand-new shoes helped to complement the incomplete getup.

Fred curled the edge of his lips down and nodded to himself in the mirror. He also noted how he managed to style his hair just right.

“Not bad, Himmelreich! Now for the finishing touches.”

One of the few skills that Fredrick always kept from his mom was how to tie a tie, both a standard and a bowtie. As customary with a tuxedo, the latter would be used, and, naturally it would be matching the color of his slacks and the eventual coat. Suppressing some of the anxious butterflies in his stomach in anticipation for what was to transpire in a mere hour, Fredrick set to work, sliding the untied bowtie under his shirt collar and took his time with (in his eyes) the meticulous process. After a minute or so, he pulled the edges out and smoothed the accent over.

“Awesome…”

Stretching out his back and ensuring that his shirt still stretched and fit his body, he swiped the jacket off of its coat-hanger and gingerly slid both of his arms into their proper places… along with giggling at the thought of ‘fisting both holes.’

Once it was secure, Fred adjusted the body and smoothed out the lapels, making sure his shirt collar wasn’t scrunched by that of the jacket. With the entire outfit complete, Fred took a little bit of time to study himself in the mirror. What stared back at him was a man who had definitely been through a lot of ‘wacky stuff,’ putting it lightly. He had lost a bit of weight, and some of the baby fat that had stubbornly refused to dissipate from his face had mostly vanished over the last three years, leaving behind a more defined, angular jaw and cheekbones… though just enough remained to retain his signature dimples when he smiled.

Luna loved them, so his opinion of them gradually changed. Likewise, his cleft-chin remained intact.

His body had gotten leaner, though that was due to the lack of meat in his diet; he still indulged once in awhile when he happened on some Griffon vendors in Canterlot proper, but nevertheless, he liked where he was right now in terms of (visible) weight to muscle ratio. His light-green eyes gave another once over to his form, and he himself had to remark that he looked suave.

“Perfect…” Fred remarked to no one, a lopsided smirk shamelessly forming as he glanced at himself from different angles. He made a mental note to buy Rarity a nice bottle of wine as an extra token of his gratitude.

His internal ramblings were shaken up when three uniform, firm knocks emanated from just outside of his door.

“Come in!” he called over his shoulder while still smoothing out his coat for good measure, picking away little pieces of dust that might have accumulated. He heard the handle of the door turn and a gentle creak sounded as it swung open.

“I’ll come in yer mouth, cunt,” a lewd play on his words was spoken by a trademark Scottish accent with the subtlest tinge of a rhasp. He could hear her hoof-falls, much more pronounced due to nicer shoes, and Fredrick giggled as he turned to face the entering thestral mare.

“Ah, Stella! My best stallio—mare… excuse me,” he jokingly corrected himself, though he knew exactly what he was quipping at. Stella huffed in amusement and stopped just a few feet in front of him to get a good look, which allowed the human’s eyes to wander over her in kind… though Fred had already been pleasantly taken aback by what she was sporting; ‘rocking’ would be a more apt term.

Stella was never one to dress up in anything extravagant, as she favored function over form, but there were clear-cut exceptions to this rule. With the same midnight-blue color, her outfit consisted of a metallic-sheened dress that fell to just below her knees and proudly displayed her toned, muscular legs. Fashionable, classy slits allowed for a sneak glance at the sides of her equally enticing mid-thigh at the right angles. She was bare from the neck to just above her breasts, though they were covered expertly by the dress, which only exposed the tiniest part of the top of her cleavage; enough to be inviting without the whole risqué factor. Like most of her more ‘formal’ (putting it nicely) wear, it was sleeveless and strapless, and her entire outfit was supplemented by a gorgeous necklace with a crystal pendant that hung just below her collarbone. On the whole, her dress clung to her body in all the right places… and for Fredrick, there was little doubt in the power she had over anypony she wanted, just based on how she looked.

Her face, however, was what took the cake. Her eye-shadow matched the blue color theme, and her golden gaze was highlighted more so with precision-applied eye-liner. Fredrick could not tell if it was the light or his mind playing tricks on him… but he could’ve sworn that she was wearing the faintest hint of lighter-grey blush on her cheeks. Her mane was in its usual ponytail style, but it appeared to have some distinct shine to it at a few angles, and moreover, two thick, symmetric locks drooped below her hairline and framed her face exquisitely.

The right corner of her lip upturned in a half-smirk at Fred’s gawking.

“Keep lookin’ at me all oafy like that and ye might have to call the wedding off,” she joked, taking the extra two steps to close the distance between them and smooth off Fred’s suit out of habit.

“Wait… I’m getting married?” Fred asked innocently, doing his best to put on genuine surprise, which elicited a full toothy smile from the batpony.

“Fuck off,” Stella rebutted with a giggle. She smoothed out his jacket and made sure that the collar and lapels of his suit were folded on themselves just right. “Gotta say though… yer lookin’ pretty fuckin’ dapper over here,” she complimented, stepping back a bit once she determined that Fredrick looked just fine. Her words weren’t just for encouragement; she found Fred to be handsome by her standards, even when in more casual clothes.

“Well, thank you.” Fred tilted his head down just a bit in a show of gratitude. “You’re lookin’ pretty nice, yourself… got that classy look about you.”

“Cheers, mate,” she replied, nodding with an extra beam to her smile. “It was either this or my ceremonial army uniform.”

Fredrick cocked an eyebrow towards her.

“You’d really wear that?”

“I can change if you like…”

“No no, that’ll do just fine,” Fredrick played along, and after a few moments of silence, the two wrapped their arms around each other, Stella’s around Fred’s waist and Fred’s around her upper back. Even from just that contact, he could feel the strong muscles in her lats. On a more metaphysical level, however, he could feel how strong their friendship had become.

“You were just a doaty cunt wanderin’ about in the castle… and now you’re marrying Princess Luna,” Stella mused, sighing pleasurably and earning a good chuckle out of the human. He would never get tired of her word choice for any situation, no matter what. The two separated and, still side-by-side, they peered into the mirror and observed the two different figures staring back at them.

“Time flies, huh?”

“Time didn’t fuckin’ fly, twat… you’ve been here a whole three years!” she countered sarcastically, her face scrunching up in mock-irritation which only made Fredrick laugh that much harder. It was true, when she put it all into perspective; it only took him three years to go from a meandering mess to the future husband of a head of state.

“I’m mad, though,” Stella added, pausing for dramatic effect.

“Why’s that?”

“Because when you go on your honeymoon… I’m gonna be bored as fuck for a month!” Stella protested. “Wanking off on duty is only so much fun after the thirty-sixth time, y’know,” she informed. Fredrick’s expression scrunched inward this time, and the slight revulsion that made itself known was somewhat unwarranted, considering how open Stella was with Fredrick about everything.

Seriously, everything.

“That’s an oddly specific number,” he remarked.

“I have oddly specific needs,” she riposted with equal emotion, or lack thereof.

The two had themselves a giggle but it was at that moment that Stella laid eyes on Fredrick’s bowtie, having missed it the first time. Immediately, her complexion dropped from her usual, snarky equilibrium to downright disgusted.

“That...” she pointed to the center of his uneven bowtie, and Fredrick glanced down out of reflex. “...is a shit-tied bowtie.”

“Hey! It’s not tied with shit,” Fredrick defended himself, lifting his hands to the sides and using the literality of her words to further annoy her.

“Nae! It looks like you tried to hang yerself with a fuckin’ umbilical cord!” she asserted. “Give it here.” she quickly moved in to untie it but Fred quickly swatted her hand away.

“It’s fine, Stella!” he said, stubbornly proud of his ability to still tie the bowtie even if it might not have been the greatest result. With her hand still outstretched, Stella’s complexion darkened, and Fredrick could directly observe the complexional continuum from playful disgust to her iconic ‘bollocking face.’ Her brow furrowed and the right corner of her mouth downturned in a soundless snarl.

“I…” Stella paused for exaggerated, dramatic effect. “...am not letting you marry my Princess with a cocked up bowtie,” she warned. “Hand it over and let me tie it properly, or so help me, I’ll fuckin’ liquidate ye.”

Fred recoiled bemusedly and opened his mouth to reply. Stella, however, quickly cut him off and opened her hands to him to help convey her next sentence.

“I’ll be ‘real’ with you, Fred… I don’t know what that word means; I’m not as educated as you, after all. But I’ll start with ripping your prick off and go from there,” she followed up pointedly. Fredrick pursed his lips in annoyance, but acquiesced peacefully. Rolling his eyes, he undid the bowtie and handed it to the mare, whose expression immediately bounced back to the status quo. Stella donned a beaming smile once more.

“Watch…” she said, stretching out the garment and wrapping it under Fred’s collar as she set about correcting the error of his ways. Fred glanced down as Stella talked him through each and every step of the perfect bowtie, and even though he knew the aforementioned basics because of his mom’s efforts, he was pleasantly enlightened on a few more tips that the batpony could offer him. Her fingers moved at such a speed and precision that only one with experience could reproduce.

“...and pull,” Stella said, pulling the two ends of the bowtie out, culminating with a perfect, symmetric knot. She wiped it off with her thumbs and stepped back, gesticulating to Fred’s entire form. “Perfect!”

Fred turned to the mirror and sized himself up again… indeed, the knot was much better done, and it seemed to affect his entire presentation. Perhaps she was right…

Stella is always right.

“Okay I’ll admit it… it looks a lot better,” he confessed, chuckling as he gave himself one last once-over. Suddenly, Fredrick stiffened up as if he forgot something, and reached to the nearby dresser for exactly what he was looking for: the head of a Night Lily to clip onto his lapel. That was probably where it didn’t belong at all, but he liked it that way, and in the past, Luna always loved it.

“So, is that all there is?” Stella asked, crossing her arms under her chest and cocking her hips.

“It looks like it,” Fred replied, admiring himself at different angles. It just looked like he might pull this off with all the necessary flair. “I’m all set.”

Stella smiled again, flashing him her pristine, pearly whites with those fangs Fred always found so cute. “Good. That leaves us with just enough time to make it to the throne room and get in positions.”

Fred shuffled inside his jacket and ensured it still clung to his torso nicely. The two simultaneously turned towards the door and made their way.

“It’s that time already, huh?” he asked rhetorically, a cheeky smile gracing his face that he directed towards his batpony friend; Stella quickly fell into step with him. The two exited out of his door and began the fateful walk towards the throne room. Fred was not gonna lie, though; he was eager, albeit quite anxious at what was to transpire. In fact, he had little idea that he’d be just so willing to jump into something like this with Luna… but in thinking back on it, he would have it no other way. Fredrick loved Luna with all his heart, and had already (silently) resolved that he would most likely spend the rest of his life with her. What better way to seal the deal than with a good old-fashioned marriage? “Alright, let’s do this!”

“Keep your vows close and yer manners closer, mate,” Stella cautioned. “Don’t fuckin’ embarrass yerself, and by extension, embarrass me in front of my Princess, okay?” she joked, the two of them picking up their strides. Royal Guards were stationed much more frequently, and although most of the decorations and flair were saved for the throne room itself, there were a few bits of sporadic, decorative tapestries hung on the walls and streamers lining the tops of the corridors; nothing over the top, though.

“You mean like that time the three of us went out and I stuck the sausage down your shirt?” Fredrick recalled, shooting Stella an impish, lopsided grin. She pouted in response, letting that one fang of hers snaggle outside her lip. “Chorizo titjob amirite?” he nudged her.

“Yeah, ya still don’t fuckin’ deserve to live for that!”

Everything was set up just as requested; the guests were all seated, filled with mainly nobles and the friends of both Celestia, Luna, and Fredrick. Of course, the Mane Six plus Spike all had front-row seats with the exception of Twilight, who was selected as Luna’s best mare. Also, a few select reporters were allowed to cover the event; a Princess was getting married, after all.

As for the throne room, the usual decor and style in which the Princesses would orchestrate court and issue their unbiased judgements was completely revamped, and Fred could almost not recognize the room when he stepped into it for the first time today. All the native tapestries had been removed and replaced with profile shots of both Luna and Fredrick… and what made it odd was that Fredrick did not remember ever taking some of those pictures, so how they got him to pose so perfectly was a mystery. There were also a few pictures of the two of them together, holding each other while smiling brightly at the camera.

Great pictures, overall.

The monolithic curtains which fluttered with the gentlest breeze allowed in had also been replaced with one more in tune with the Princess’ color scheme, namely a gradient from midnight/navy blue at the top to teal blue at the bottom. Streamers drew the perimeter around the throne room and magical fires were set up to seemingly burn in place without any support, adding the shadows of dancing fire to the mix of an already impressive list of decorations. Other than the usual flowers and other small little additions which were customary for a wedding (at least in Equestria), most of the changes were under-the-hood, and in the end, Luna nor Fredrick wanted an ‘all out’ ceremony; that would’ve been just exhausting.

This, however, was just right.

At the altar, Celestia stood right in the center behind a podium that was clearly too small for her, garbed in a pristine-white dress unlike what she would normally wear to court… with a few key differences, of course. While still sleeveless, it retained its over-the-shoulder straps but also had a very subtle pink gradient wrapping around the form-fitting torso… so much so that if Fred were to look at it, the gradient would disappear and reappear elsewhere. She wore her normal regalia, as Celestia volunteered quite eagerly to be the one to officiate the ceremony; she always had dreams of ‘giving her sister’ to some lucky suitor and conducting the festivities as a result… Fredrick couldn’t have been more right to give Luna to.

Just in front of the altar stood Fredrick, pacing in a loosely defined line back and forth awaiting the ceremony to begin. It couldn’t, of course, on account for Luna being absent and most likely readying herself for the impending marriage. Fred wished he could’ve seen her to potentially calm any apprehensive nerves she might’ve had, but of course, that was bad luck where he came from, and it was apparently still bad luck here in Equestria.

The guests chatted amongst each other at a respectable level, which afforded Fredrick a little bit of white noise to help filter out his mind. Stella, who stood to Fred’s immediate right of the altar, however, was getting annoyed at his constant pacing.

“Oi, can ya stop pacing?” she asked. From the opposite side of the altar, Twilight giggled into her palm.

“She’s right, Fred. Relax!” she encouraged, placing her hands on her hips. Taking another look at Twilight, Fred was always surprised at how gorgeous the Ponyville Librarian was. While doubtlessly petite, her form-fitting dress highlighted a cute butt and an average bust. In his opinion—other than her face—Fred felt her best feature was her legs, which were beautifully smooth in an alluring figure to just under her dress. Keeping in concert with the color theme, her dress was not all that different from Stella’s, though she opted for straps that fell stylishly below her shoulders, as well as a few personal color touches of her own, mostly magenta which tactically accented certain areas of her body.

Fredrick chuckled at both of their ‘polite’ ways of asking him to stop being annoying.

“You’re right girls… I’m cool,” he lifted his hands and returned to his assigned position. He nodded to both of them. “I’m cool.”

“Everything’ll be fine, Fredrick…” Stella reiterated, but her glance was involuntarily dragged towards the rear of the throne room, and coincidentally, everypony in the audience seemed to quiet down. “Though, you may wanna take a look,” she pointed.

Fred turned his head to the back and, what he saw towards the rear of the room made him instantly forget about all of his worries. He knew it was Luna in that gorgeous dress he couldn’t make out just yet… but still he never took his eyes away as she advanced forward to the sudden tune of what he assumed was an Equestrian wedding march. A pleasant heat diffused throughout his entire body, and he was glad he had no heart problems running in his family, because at how fast that special muscle in his chest was beating, he felt he would’ve had a heart attack by now at the unadulterated beauty that his Princess radiated.

He had to restrain a ‘cuteness giggle’ when Luna almost tripped on herself.

Through the veil, their eyes locked onto each other as she drew closer, and that also allowed Fredrick to gaze upon exactly what she was wearing for their special day. Fred was no expert on wedding dresses, so to him, the general anatomy of it seemed relatively the same as any he had seen in a movie or at weddings he had actually been to. Most notably, however, her dress was a shade darker than her coat, holding to the color scheme as expected. Probably for nopony but Fredrick, the sleeveless and strapless dress’ conforming nature highlighted and pushed up her breasts to just on the divide of tastefulness. She sashayed her hips in a choreographed manner and held a bright, brimming smile under the a traditional veil and headdress. Like Twilight, there were select areas of her dress with tactical accents, though in the teal-blue color that matched her eyes.

The most interesting parts of the dress were the rear of both the proper outfit and the veil, which appeared to be in some magical or interdimensional flux. To Fredrick, those parts seemed to evaporate in a magical fire yet coalesce back into their solid forms at an equal rate, which only added to her ever striking appearance.

Fred still sometimes couldn’t believe that she was his mare… and this was starting to feel like one of those times.

After what seemed like an eternity, Luna finally made her last step up to the altar, taking her place right by Fredrick’s side.

“W-Wow… You look stunning, babe…” Fredrick confessed, unveiling Luna’s face and all the work that truly let her natural beauty explode outward, making his heart flutter erratically. What made Luna color at that instant, however, was Fredrick’s use of that little pet name. They weren’t common between each other, but when they were exchanged, it made them that much more special.

“Speak for yourself, my love,” Luna replied genuinely, and the two exchanged a gentle nuzzle, a gesture that Fredrick had gotten much used to actively returning over the years.

Still, both were thinking the exact same thing: each other’s clothes would probably look better strewn about the floor.

“Ahem,” Celestia cleared her throat loudly when silence fell upon the room, tearing Luna’s and Fredrick’s attention from each other and bidding everypony else to lend their ears. It was time.

“By the Harmony of the Sun and Moon...” she began, utilizing a much less-intense version of her royal voice. “...we gather today at the heart of our nation to bear witness to the union of my younger sister, Princess Luna of Equestria, and her greatest friend, Fredrick Himmelreich.”

The two individuals in question shared a sideways, knowing glance, and the happiness they exuded was contagious, easily infecting both Twilight and Stella.

“Now, this is where we diverge from a more traditional wedding,” Celestia spoke once again. “In keeping with my sister’s personality, we shall forego the extra flair and pleasantries in place of more practical, meaningful gestures. As such, for this momentous occasion in our nation’s history, we shall proceed with the part that means the most to both of our to-be-wed individuals: the exchanging of the vows. Fredrick,” the Solar Alicorn gestured with her left hand to the human. He nodded up to her and faced Luna in full, taking her hands in his and massaging the tops with his thumbs. Fred took a few moments to steady his shaky breath and drumming heart.

“L-Luna…” he began, and an even wider smile broke across Luna’s muzzle in anticipation as to what he was about to say. “When I was brought to this world against my will, I didn’t believe that I’d survive very long on my own, let alone find love in someone as amazingly perfect as you.”

Luna pursed her lips but nodded, bidding him to continue. His confidence soared.

“The first time I laid my eyes on you, I couldn’t help but comment to myself how gorgeous you were when you seemed to shimmer and glow in the light of your own moon. To my surprise, you were the second Princess I had heard so much about, and I was struck by how humble you were, even as a member of royalty; it was never like that where I came from. I never believed I would form the strongest friendship of my life with you, Luna… but I would never want it any other way. Everything that’s happened between us, the good and the not so good, has been a blessing in its own right, and if given the chance… if somehow I was presented with the choice to go back to my Earth or relive these precious moments with you, I’d chose the latter over and over again until time itself ceased to exist,” Fredrick so powerfully declared.

Luna was smiling brightly, and she didn’t even feel the lone tear falling down her cheek. She nodded in understanding.

“I love you from the bottom of my heart, my Princess… and if you’ll have me, I wish to spend the rest of my mortal life on this beautiful planet with you, and stand by your side continuing to watch you grow into the ruler that this nation wants, needs, and reveres.” At a certain word cue, a young foal who was selected to bear the rings made his presence known. Fredrick selected the larger of the two, a sapphire-studded ring made of rare, pure ‘Lunar Alloy.’ The crowd murmured at its sight, as it was that beautiful glimmering in the rooms natural ambiance.

Wordlessly, Luna bowed her head and presented her horn to Fredrick, who cupped her face lovingly and slid the ring down to the base; a perfect fit. There were definitely a few ‘awwws’ from the crowd, especially from the other five of the Elemental Bearers, but upon the close of the audience’s reaction, it was Luna’s turn.

“Luna,” Celestia said, giving her the go ahead.

“Fredrick, when I returned from my banishment, I was more worried about fitting into a contemporary society where all I knew was the past,” Luna recalled. “My speech was different, my mannerisms were all outdated, and I had little concept of the idea of friendship anymore; all my previous friends were long dead.”

She straightened her posture and and looked Fred in the eyes with the same conviction which she co-led the nation, and Fredrick loved that look on her.

“With the help of you, Celestia, and Twilight Sparkle here, I was well on the path to being happy again… but it was you, Fredrick, who was the springboard to the elation I feel every day when I wake up in the morning,” Luna poured her heart out, holding Fred’s hands that much tighter. “Few have ever shown me the kindness and intimacy that I craved in my time of need, and you put up with my antics on a daily basis. You knew what came with a relationship with a head of state, and yet you never shied away. You have always supported and worked with me… and the understanding you possess is unparalleled.

“Fredrick, the vocabulary I have amassed over my entire life thus far would not hold enough words to accurately describe how much you mean to me, so I will have to settle for the closest approximation: I love you with my entire body and ethereal soul. Every moment we share together is something I wish to cherish for as long as I live, and if you shall have me, I wish to share my life with you so I may cherish it all in entirety.”

Many were struck hard by those words and Fredrick’s eyes reflected pure love back at his mare; there were misty eyes aplenty within the crowd. Still, Fred had enough sense left in him to present his right hand, and Luna slid the practical ‘Lunar Alloy’ ring onto the appropriate finger. Said ring had an engraving in ancient Equestrian that directly translated as: “Mortal Love Remains Eternal.”

When that final ring was exchanged, the crowd expressed their due approval with a round of applause… though Celestia quickly silenced it with a raising of her hand; there would be plenty of time for that in the very near future.

“And so it shall be!” Celestia declared. She decided to follow a bit more traditional procedure in the most untraditional ways. “But… to make things that much more official. Let us reiterate: Fredrick Himmelreich, do you take this mare to be your lawfully wedded wife; to love, to hold, and to cherish for as long as you both shall live?”

Fredrick didn’t even need to pause for dramatic effect.

“I do!”

“And Luna, do you take this stallion to be your lawfully wedded husband; to love, to hold, and to cherish for as long as you both shall live?” Celestia asked the same question to her sister, a one-sided grin present on her muzzle. Luna returned the exact same look, and once again, their relation to each other shined through like a luminous sun.

“I do!”

“It is unanimous! Then, by the power vested in me…” Celestia declaimed, arms spread wide as she addressed everypony. “...I deem these two husband and wife!” The applause began immediately, even before Celestia could finish her last sentence, to which she glanced at her sister

“Luna, you may kiss the stallion!”

“What?” Fredrick asked, startled, but he had no time to react to Luna sweeping him up in her grasp, leaning him nearly parallel to the ground and planting her muzzle on his in the most meaningful kiss of their lives… one which he laughed hysterically while returning it full force. Both arms were wrapped around each other and they were deaf to the world, but the sudden action caused everypony to enter into rapturous applause and laughter. Stella completely lost her shit and doubled over in guffaw. When Luna and Fredrick separated, they joined each other’s sides and wrapped their arms around each other, while Luna pumped her fist in the air and threw her unassuming bouquet into the crowd.

They didn’t even care who caught it, as they were caught up in just holding each other through the universal praise. Even Blueblood, who had a front row seat on the end, stood up with a cigar in his mouth and joined in on the ovation.

There was only a small afterparty planned, but ultimately the moment the two stepped out of the castle tonight, they’d be on their honeymoon in a place that Luna picked… but guaranteed that Fredrick would love. He had every reason to trust her, of course. So, with beaming smiles and surging love for one another, the two strode hand in hand with the maidens of honor and Celestia at their sides towards the exit. They received immeasurable praise and attempted to return the gestures with gratitude as much as possible… but their only goal was to get out and enjoy their month-long honeymoon with nopony but each other. Celestia would keep things running smoothly at home, despite Luna being more than willing to still receive official, governmental documents but the Solar Alicorn would have none of it.

They earned that much.

The affluent Zebranican resort planned to the last crossed ‘t’ and dotted ‘i’ to ensure that everything would surpass perfection for the arrival of Princess Luna of Equestria and her new husband. The expansive, essentially gargantuan ‘Imperial Suite’ met every possible request the new couple could have, and garnished the entire room with all the extra necessities, including bedsheets that matched the Lunar Princess’ color scheme on the king-sized bed, and even the selection of the finest wines and drinking water. The afforded view was what cost the pretty bit, but resort administration wanted to ensure the maximum intimacy factor for their month-long stay.

None of it was appreciated, at least on that first night.

The double doors to the suite magically burst open with a mighty crash, revealing a still-tuxed up Fredrick hefting a wedding dress-garbed Luna bridal style, though the most noticeable thing was that they seemed to be completely fused at the mouth. Their lips were not engaging in ‘kissing’ so much as they were ‘eating’ each other’s mouth off. Their tongues furiously went about it, fighting for dominance through the intimate touches and gratuitous, shameless moans but Luna’s larger muscle soon established dominance.

A brief separation was in order, however, to quickly strip off all of their early-day garments, and within twenty seconds, both parties were nude to nopony but each other, and they almost instantly found themselves intertwined in their respective grasps one more. Fredrick’s hands immediately zeroed in on her perfect ass and clamped down hard, while Luna fought to keep a hold on Fredrick’s head right where he was. Moaning into each other’s mouths, their faces worked each other over for all they were worth; there would most certainly be bruises and chafing the next day if they did this right.

And boy, they intended to.

They led each other towards the immaculately-made bed without a care in the world for anyone but each other, and Fredrick’s hands diligently sunk their fingers into Luna’s perfectly curved rear, massaging the muscle deep within and eliciting stronger whines of desperation out of her. The hours-long ride to Zebranica could not have taken any longer, and Luna almost unzipped his pants right in the carriage and sucked his cock right then and there…

...but of course, not only was that un-princessly-like, it was illegal.

The two finally separated for air after an enormous makeout session, their breathing ragged and labored. Their eyes were lidded and reflected naught but lust, love, and sheer wanton desire to consume each other’s entire bodies. The fact that Fredrick’s length—already at full, raging mast—was so neatly wedged between their lower bodies only added to the moment.

Luna’s already-drenched slit was not faring any better. To her knowledge, she already stained the carpet beneath them.

The Princess bit her lower lip and, impossibly, lidded her eyes further before letting loose what sounded to Fredrick like a primal growl, she grabbing a fistful of his hair and smashing her lips against his one last time. Suddenly he felt his body enveloped in a uniformly distributed, pleasant heat of sorts… a key symptom of magical manipulation. He was then tossed over to the bed where he bounced once or twice, his legs draped over the sides of the massive sleeping arrangement. Getting his bearings and propping himself up with his elbows, his eyes widened comically at the nude Luna sauntering her way over to him, a predatory demeanor radiating outward from her salacious smile.

His cock twitched painfully where it stood.

“You’re mine, Fredrick…” she declared with a husky voice, hoisting herself up and crawling over the ‘helpless’ human. Fred never tore his gaze from Luna’s, especially with how she was peering down at him hungrily… he hadn’t seen Luna this sexually ‘alive’ ever, and he was gonna savor all of this. When it looked like she was going to drop her head down for another kiss, she only licked her lips and sultrily winked once… then turned around and presented him with the source of the greatest-tasting honey in all of Equestria.

And Luna, in turn, was presented with the throbbing spire that she so craved the entire flight over. Neither wasted time in descending upon each other’s crotches, Luna instantly engulfing Fred’s entire length into her greedy muzzle and started lapping around his head while Fred pulled her ass down so he could bury his mouth into her soaked pussy. Reactions were immediate, and the chorus of moans began in earnest, which only fueled each other’s growing lust as those vibrations were sent straight into each other.

Luna stroked and slurped lasciviously at Fredrick’s cock like her favorite lollipop, sucking away any bit of precum he so graciously gave her for her efforts. Moaning at every little taste she took as it overwhelmed her senses. His musk drove her to the limits of insanity and she only wanted to consume anything he would give her.

As for Fredrick, he reciprocated by drinking up any juices that Luna provided him, her sweet-tasting nectar being instantly replaced the moment he consumed it, like a sexual buffet of sorts. Slurping her pussy and spreading her lips with his fingers as best as he could, he made sure to worm his tongue around and inside her to sample each and every petal and inner wall that he had memorized over the years. Of course, he never failed to neglect her little clit which was swollen, throbbing, and begging for attention. Swirling his tongue into her button elicited a sharp whine from the Princess, which was muffled well by his rod being nestled tightly in her mouth.

He also yanked on her tail for added effect, which was one of her favorite things when they engaged in rougher sex.

The two continued to sixty-nine for what seemed like half an hour, and knowing well each other’s signs of impending climax, it was a battle of edging each other to the cliff of euphoria and then back down. After freeing Fred’s length from her mouth and lathering him in another coat of her saliva with the help of her tongue, Luna decided that it was enough foreplay. Removing herself from Fred, much to his readily apparent disappointment, Luna only took a long lick up the side of his cheek and backed away from him… towards the balcony.

“L-Luna? What’re you…?” Fredrick asked as she unlatched the doors and opened them, letting the sudden ingress of cool Zebranican night air chill their already heated bodies. Luna’s wings were splayed out to both sides and nippples stood at even greater attention than before, beckoning Fredrick out with her.

He needed little convincing to follow.

Intense sexual hunger came with tunnel vision, and Fredrick only saw Luna leaning against the sturdy balcony railings leading to the valley beneath them, though they couldn’t see it on account of the time of day. To them it was nothing more than silhouettes against the partially-cloudy night sky and sporadic lights down below. Luna stared back at Fredrick with a bit lip, squeezing her breasts between her arms as she presented her ass to him, winking sex begging to be stuffed by rigid dick.

Luna only whined when Fredrick was just staring at her.

“Please… are you not eager to claim your Princess as your wife?” she urged on, giving her butt a gentle wiggle to entice Fred further. Her essence was dripping down between her legs and when the human shimmied up behind her (not even caring that they were outside for any to hear), her wetness was corroborated as he pressed the head of his swollen cock against her netherlips, feeling himself become instantly drenched.

“Fuck, Luna you’re soaked…” he commented pleasantly, running his head vertically against her quivering pussy. Luna shuddered at the feeling, and did her due diligence to press herself back into Fredrick’s crotch in hopes that he would finally penetrate her. Of course, Fred enjoyed when she squirmed, and denied her that pleasure.

“Mmph! Fredrick, please!!” she protested, trying to grind herself into him, but the human quickly realigned his cock away from her entrance, and instead decided to lay it between her asscheeks and envelop himself, hotdogging his girl just as he enjoyed in the past.

“Nah, I think I’m okay where I am now,” he jokingly mused, running his leaking phallus through the quickly slickening cleavage of her ass. Out of instinct, she gave her butt that much extra wiggle, but she continued to whine and moan, desperate for the attention that would scratch the impossibly insatiable itch within her.

“FRED!” she wailed. “I’ll let you do that every day for our honeymoon if you just fuck me right now!” Luna so eloquently put it, bargaining with her body if he would just relieve the tension within her. Fredrick was about to say something else when Luna cut him off again with a much more enticing incentive.

“I’ll let you finish on my chest! You love doing that!” she blurted out over her shoulder, and Fred allowed his dick to slip from her asscheeks back down to alignment with her begging entrance. He pressed into her, and allowed his head to push past her outer lips, which earned a slightly relieved sigh out of her… naturally, it wasn’t enough.

“I like that idea… but I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do, Luna…” Fred added.

“W-What?” Luna asked, face flushed and pressing herself back into him without relinquishing her hold on the balcony railing. She magically reinforced it for what was to come… just in case.

“Tell me what you want… right now,” Fred commanded, running his hands up her stomach and cupping both of her heaving breasts, squeezing her nipples between his index and middle fingers as he squashed the two orbs together more than they already were.

“This is how you wish to treat your new wife?”

“SAY IT!”

“Fredrick, please baby!” Luna cried out to the darkness-shrouded scenery below. “Claim my marehood as your own and fuck me until my legs buckle! Use your wife’s body until you cum on my tits!” she finally relented, rattling off her current desires to her human husband, who wordlessly sunk his entire rod into her; her response was an arousing, guttural moan that, surprisingly, did not produce an echo.

“Ahhh,” Fredrick sighed, finally being buried within Luna’s depths. “This is what you wanted, huh?” he asked, being much more assertive and bucking his hips emphatically. He retracted himself entirely before slamming himself back into Luna, never failing to garner a high-pitched moan that would hitch in her throat every time her body lurched forward from the ‘impact.’ Luna’s eyes were lidded and her tongue was already lolling out of her mouth, her inner walls massaging and attempting to milk Fredrick’s spire for all it was worth. “To fuck you until you’re a mumbling, quivering mess?”

He hammered his dick into her as deep as he could, and Luna had to cover her mouth lest she unleash a torrent of cries to all who may hear them and possibly investigate.

“Mhmmm!” she moaned and nodded, her wings fluttering eagerly at the thought. Fredrick wasn’t entirely sure how to follow up to that, so he figured actions would speak louder. Shifting his hands to her ass for use as a hand-hold, Fredrick fell into a steady rhythm of pistoning his cock into Luna. The squelching sound of each time he sunk himself into the depths of her tunnel was all he focused on, quickly trumped by each of Luna’s moans that voiced her approval of his actions. His stamina had increased over the years, and he decided to angle himself differently within her to test her response… though angling himself downward always produced the best result in terms of her essentially screaming out his name.

“Fred! Ahh!” she cried out through bared teeth when he grinded against that particularly sensitive spot inside her. “Just like that, fuck me just like that!”

“Right… there?” he asked, bucking into her at the same time he uttered his last word, and he knew he had his answer when her moaning warped into a maniacal cry of glee.

“YEESSS my love! Right there! Right. There!”

Fredrick went straight back to work, and Luna met him halfway by pressing her rear into his thrusts. Both sang out a symphony of moans and dirty talk, something that they had replaced their banter with much more often. Fredrick was always impressed at the catalogue of words and encouragement that Luna could muster at a moment’s notice, that he would end up finishing early just from her words.

“Mmm, Freddie… fuck me like this every day…” Luna said, almost pleadingly. Her triceps flexed as she gripped the railing of the balcony, doing her best to direct her moaning back at Fred rather than to anypony else down into the valley.

“Fuck!! Every day?” he asked for confirmation, slapping both of his hands to her ass and receiving yet another whine of pleasure from his mare. She nodded vehemently.

“Yes! AAhhh!... I want you inside me every day!...MMMPH!!...Your seed is all mine!” Luna replied, staking her claim in the lewdest of ways. Spurred on, Fredrick slammed himself into her as fast as he could muster, massaging her ass through her cutie marks before dipping his right hand lower between her legs to find her clit. From how many times he’d done something like this, it was not difficult this time around.

“FUCK!” Luna arched her back and cried out, barely stemming the tide of her orgasm just in time. Fredrick parting her inner walls faster and faster was not helping her at all, but she didn’t care. She wanted to cum hard, for the first time, over her husband’s raging erection. Her breasts bounced and swayed each and every time Fred hilted himself into her, and Luna’s breathing was quickly becoming more and more erratic. Her tipping point was fast approaching, along with the promised euphoria that accompanied each and every time Fredrick brought her to the heights of heaven itself. The electric jolts that he sent into her when his dick pierced her most vulnerable tunnel were building up to unleash a tidal wave of pleasure.

“Luna…” Fred quickly noted, realizing that, in his quest to make Luna cum hard and fast, he neglected to keep track of his own rapidly rising level of sexual hunger; his peak was also upon him.

“MAHH!! Hold on for me… FredRICK!” Luna pleaded. “I’m...MMMM!...so close!”

When she said that, Fred knew exactly what to do to send her careening over that edge that she desperately wished to tumble off of. Continuing to hold his own explosion of bliss (which took enormous effort on his part), Fredrick wordlessly snaked his hand back in between her legs and gave her clit a nice firm but ginger flick with his middle finger, all while muttering a simple command:

“Cum for me…”

Luna’s depths clamped down upon Fred’s cock with such force that he had to quickly retract himself lest he blow inside her. The Lunar Princess only had the coherence to voice her orgasmic high with a deep, yet powerful moan that did in fact echo from the shrouded valley below. She didn’t care in the slightest, and that howl of ecstasy was shamelessly followed up by several smaller, rapid groans of sexual satisfaction which, coincidentally, coincided each time her walls clenched down on Fred’s now-absent cock.

Her lust-clouded mind was cleared enough when Fredrick, barely holding on, forced her off the barrier and to her knees. Out of reflex (though still in a groaning, quivering haze), she cupped her tits and pushed them upward, forming a valley of cleavage that would certainly rival what was just outside the balcony. Needing no further invitation, Fredrick cried out and unloaded himself directly on his target, firing volley after volley of his pent up seed and decorating Luna’s perfect breasts with his own ‘personal touch.’

After what seemed like too short of time, both of their intense highs began to recede, and Fredrick was able to gaze upon the handiwork of their somewhat short but indescribable fucking: Luna’s eyes were still lidded but bore a far off stare, her cheeks were colored brightly and she still held her boobs tightly against her chest. Most prominently, though, they were splattered and matted with Fred’s cum, having formed rivulets deep into her expansive cleavage and her chest. A small bead of his thick batter held firm on one of her nipples… until it broke and fell upon Luna’s thigh.

Fred was pretty sure he emptied twice the capacity of his balls onto Luna’s heaving chest, and as the adrenaline and dopamine began to get reabsorbed, his legs became shakier, and he had to sit down in a chair that couldn’t have been more perfectly placed.

Luna released her deathgrip on her breasts and let them bounce freely; Fred’s markings still held firm if they did not already get absorbed into her thin coat. Taking in deeper breaths, she (also shakily) got to her hooves and straddled Fred’s lap, placing her lips tenderly onto his and working them in a way they both loved; one of their perfect past times when relaxing between ‘rounds.’

And if any story that Fredrick read, or any movie that he saw could be taken at face value, there would be many rounds tonight.

“My husband…” Luna remarked weakly when they separated for air, though this, of course, was temporary. She would bounce back momentarily. She delicately cupped the sides of Fred’s face.

“Yes, my wife?” he replied with an equal tone of voice, humoring her though clearly enjoying the sappiness that came with post-coital relations. He was expecting a tender ‘I love you,’ but was not complaining about what he heard instead.

“I wish to suck your cock again…?”

Some men just have it made in the shade.

11 May, Year 4 Combined Rule

It’s a little funny… Fredrick scribbled in a tiny, bound journal. Six years ago, I graduated college and was ready to really start my life. With a bit of dumb luck, I landed a comfortable job in economic consulting and I knew things could only go up from there… but I guess ‘up’ is relative to where you are.

The story’s been told over and over again. My two best friends at the time and I got caught in some freak thunderstorm that happened upon us while we were walking on the beach. Next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed surrounded by these weird, anthropomorphic creatures. Turns out I wasn’t even on Earth anymore… and to make matters worse, I was stuck.

The pang in my heart at being ripped away from all I knew was crippling, but I knew there was no use in just moping about and wasting away in my own sadness. Attempting to make the best of what I had, I ended up making some new, amazing friends that helped me through this dark time and sudden transition; ‘sudden’ is putting it lightly, though. These friends never replaced those that I lost, and nothing will. My family will always have a special chunk of my heart reserved for them; the pang has never truly gone away. It has been eased, though by a few certain individuals in this crazy new world.

I never bought into the idea that one person… or pony, rather, could have such an effect on my life, more so than anyone I’ve ever met; I was wrong, and her name happens to be Luna. It didn’t even matter that she was royalty and essentially a demi-goddess. These were all things new to me, I might add. Still, I had never connected with someone so fiercely, laughed so hard with anyone, nor experienced as close of an intimacy with anyone as with her. While I intend to keep the memories of Earth deep within me, safe and secure, I can no longer deny the influence this alicorn has had on my life, and I can now categorically say that my life here is better than what I had on Earth.

I never asked for this, but now, if I had the impossible chance to return, unless it was just to say goodbye, I would flat-out reject it. There have definitely been ups and downs, tremendous happiness and deep fear and sorrow, but it’s been an amazing life for me here, and I never want it to end. The great thing, is that with the aforementioned alicorn’s power and general ‘demi-goddess-ness,’ I, technically, will never have to live a day without her. She’ll outlive me by a near infinite number of lifetimes, and when I think about it, it’s like a pervy old man’s dream.

The joke is that ‘highschool girls are wonderful; no matter how old I get, they always stay the same age.’ Well, I can say that about Luna, essentially.

My new life began when I met her, and I’ll never forget the immediate feelings of warmth and security I felt when locking eyes with her for the first time. Those feelings have only grown stronger since we became best friends, and after yesterday, I can only hope that I provide the same for her… even if she may not need it. As long as I can love her with all my heart, I’ll have done my job, and done it well.

Because in the end, I didn’t just marry an alicorn, or royalty, or one of the most powerful individuals in the world both physically and aetherically…

Fredrick tapped the pencil against his chin in thought, but soon a proud grin spread across his face, his cheeks blushing at the thought.

...I got hitched with somepony even better than that. Like when I graduated college (but of course, infinitely better), a new journey in my life starts, one that I can’t wait to continue its steps.

“Freeedrick~,” Luna called to him from the balcony where the hot tub lay, breaking his concentration. He was sitting on the side of the bed with his journal in his lap. “You coming, my dear?”

“Yup!” he called back. “Coming out right now!”

And it all started when I married my best friend, Luna.

With those last words, he smiled widely and placed the pencil on the nightstand. He then closed the book delicately and set it level with the edge of the furnishing. Standing up and stretching his back out, his plain-white t-shirt rode up his stomach a bit, but he quickly disposed of the garment, leaving him in nothing but a jet-black bathing suit which held Luna’s cutie marks tactfully tatooed to the buttcheeks. Crossing the room and flinging open the balcony double-doors the entire way, he was greeted with an awe-inspiring view of the Zebranican Fertile Valley. Their private resort was nestled on the northern end of the valley, so the view afforded to them was one of seemingly endless lushness below.

Depressing his gaze gave him a striking view of the combination of forest and some farmland, while a river cut through the very heart of the natural wonder; not one bit of drab color could be seen. Clouds hung low above, so close that Fred felt he could reach up and grab them, and they shrouded the entire valley while letting loose a gentle rain (the balcony provided a massive, sturdy awning, protecting them from the precipitation). Said clouds seemed to slowly meander about like an atmospheric current of sorts, cutting swaths through the mountaintops while they dumped their modest payloads onto the forested lands below.

In conjunction with the mild temperature of about just over seventy degrees, in his opinion, this was a sight he wished to burn into his memory.

“Ahem,” Luna cleared her throat, garnering the human’s attention. Turning to his right to see her, Fredrick found his new wife sitting on the edge of the hot tub in that navy-blue one-piece swimsuit that he loved so much, especially since it hugged her curves in all the right places. Kicking her legs in the water, she flashed him a smile over her shoulder that held so much meaning.

“There you are! Finally ready to join me?” Luna asked knowingly, biting her lip at him and winking invitingly. There was absolutely no way that Fredrick could muster any ability to say ‘no.’

“You know it!” Fred replied, nodding as he quickly took his place on Luna’s left, sitting on the edge of the pool as he scooched his side into hers. Simultaneously, the two sank into the tub, which was at the very edge of the balcony, and the two could watch to their hearts content the natural wonders of nature putting on a show seemingly just for them.

Fred draped his right arm over Luna’s shoulders, and she leaned her head against him, being mindful of her horn, of course. They both breathed a loaded sigh at the combined feeling of the hot tub and mild air clashing for dominance at the deterministic effect of their body temperatures.

“This is seriously the greatest place right now. Just you, me, and the rain,” Fredrick felt compelled to comment, planting a kiss on the side of Luna’s head, which never failed to make her blush. As well, Fred felt he would always enjoy seeing that beautiful ring around Luna’s horn, glimmering from the light reflections off the water.

“I’d have it no other way, Fredrick,” Luna replied dreamily, placing her left arm around Fred’s lower back.

“I love you, Luna.”

“And I love you, Fredrick… forever and ever,” the Princess added. Needing no other beckoning, the two fused their lips together once again in a chaste yet powerful kiss, one which would be far from the last they would ever share. Upon separating, they turned back to the alluring valley in front of them and sunk into their respective positions even more. Having a world to no one but each other, it truly put things in perspective for Fredrick, and like Luna said not even a minute before, he too would have it no other way.

I’m home.

Author's Notes:

And, Ladies and Gentlemen, we are done! *closes book*

Just under a year and a half and it's time to finally close this book. This was a story meant to be mostly lighthearted with minimal conflict, and there was little more I wanted to do to or get out of this, so there will be no dragging on. This ended exactly when I said it would, and I'm sure at least a few may not particularly enjoy the ending (mainly those expecting more, darker conflict to arise) but I had no intention of doing that.

Seriously though... I can't thank each and every one of you for letting me write for you and have fun doing it! I'll be the first to admit, this story was not perfect by any means. I made so many mistakes and wrote myself into so many corners, it's hilarious, but yet, the lot of you stayed with me. Y'all are crazy! This was a class-A example of 'let's see where we can go with this.' Very little of it was planned in advance, I'll have you all know. With that, I'd like to extend an ENORMOUS thanks to my editor/proofreader, my friend Tatsurou for being able to look through this and tell me it was at least one step above shite. He writes good shit, you should check out his stuff if you haven't already!

However, while there won't be any direct sequel, the fun doesn't have to end here. As I've announced via a blog post, I'll do this here again. A running question was 'What if Stella's and Luna's roles were transposed?' Well, A LOT of different things would happen actually, both good and bad, and if you're interested, you can find out in the upcoming My (Other) Best Friend, Stella! (Or whatever other name I happen to decide upon). As I said, it's NOT a sequel, but it rewrites history at a key point and creates and ENTIRELY different story with a multitude of shenanigans in the process. Unlike this story, I intend to plan it out from start to finish (already well on that), and this will be the main story that will have Stella as the star. If this does not interest you, then I thank you for reading and keeping up with me this far and long, and I'll see you around! If this DOES interest you, however, feel free to scroll up to the top and follow me so you'll get a notification in your feed the moment this story publishes! I'll also send out blog posts to remind everyone just in case.

I'd like to thank you all once again for a hilarious time, and I'll see you around!