Part IV: Closer

There was no grand opening as the sun rose the next day... it was nothing out of the ordinary in all honesty. The atmosphere around the castle was the status quo and the freshly risen sun was not shining its light in celebration... in fact, it was actually raining. Princess Luna had quietly snuck out of her room, so as to not disturb Fredrick, so she could lower the moon. Both she and Celestia were a bit groggy, so the latter did not notice anything different, which was good, because Luna was not keen on announcing the new pep in her step. The teasing from her sister would be relentless. Instead, the two quickly performed what they needed to do and retired back to their chambers to sleep in... as was the beauty of a Sunday morning.

With that task complete, Luna crept back into her room and snuggled back up with Fredrick, who happened to have rolled onto his side. This time, she played the big spoon and fell asleep with her chest pressed against his back and her arms wrapped around his midsection. Luna never really understood the term "sleeping-in" until she actually switched her schedule to that of a normal pony... then she truly understood how gratifying the feeling was, especially on days like this particular Sunday. Rainy weather was perfect sleeping and cuddling atmosphere, and from what the forecast detailed, there would be a steady downpour until the evening. Perfect.

About four hours later, just slightly after ten in the morning, Fred was still fast asleep... the best sleep of his life after the previous night's events. He was unfortunately roused when unknown sounds pervaded his dream, and upon waking slightly, he realized he was being talked to:

"Freeeeeeeed..." Luna's voice softly cooed in his ear. He loved his friend with all of his life and heart but she could wait, goddammit. Sleep called. So, he attempted to fall back asleep. Luna, quantifiably much more stubborn than Fredrick could ever hope to be, was unphased.

"Freddieee..." she continued, this time using his pet name, which he was not particularly fond of. He was the exact opposite of most people who had a longer, slightly more obscure name. He preferred the full "Fredrick," though he never truly cared if Celestia or Luna called him Fred. Luna began rubbing one of her hands up and down his chest and abdomen to help rouse him. She was refusing to let him fall back into dreamland.

This bitch is relentless.

Fred groaned but Luna would still have none of it. She pulled his side down so he rested on his back and she straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips. She bent down again and continued her whispering onslaught:

"Come on, Fredrick... wake up. Wake up, wake up wake up," she bounced slightly.

She was certainly spry today. He sarcastically wondered why that was. Fred continued to treat this like any minor problem in his life: if he ignored it, it would eventually go away. The problem was that Luna would not back down from this little 'challenge.' She decided to resort to extreme measures. Luna pressed her face into his neck and began nuzzling and kissing him teasingly, before moving up to his face and planting her lips right on his, giving a gentle moan. She knew exactly what she was doing.

FINE!

Finally, Fredrick groggily opened his eyes to see his best friend's lips upon his own, so he reciprocated just a bit to let her know that he was indeed stirring. She pulled back with a victorious gaze.

"Huzzah! He lives!"

"I thought the point of Sundays was to sleep in," he grumbled, scooting his back up against the headboard. Luna moved herself so he could do so, but immediately replaced herself upon his now sitting form and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing the edge of her horn on his forehead and looking into his eyes endearingly, before pulling him into a soft kiss. However, it quickly became more than that when she began tugging his lower lip with her teeth, giggling. Clearly, Luna was ignoring his words entirely.

"Well good morning to you too," Fredrick sarcastically greeted, noticing how giddy and bubbly she was... a trait usually not associated with the Lunar Princess in such large amounts.

"A good morning indeed," Luna replied before diving in again and parting his lips with her tongue. However, after a few seconds, Fred pulled back, fake-gagging and clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"Ugh, you've got morning breath," he commented. Luna, not offended in the slightest, stared back with one eyebrow raised.

"You do not give a shit," she uttered confidently and smugly. Fredrick looked way thoughtfully.

"No, I guess I don't." Luna giggled and the two went at it for a few more seconds before separating. This time, Fredrick was not content on letting his friend do all the work. He suddenly reversed their positions, flipping Luna onto her back and laying down on her. The latter laughed with delight and was more than comfortable in the new, ‘submissive’ position with Fredrick looking down on her. The human smiled down upon his greatest friend in the world and she returned the gesture in full with one of her own. Both of their eyes, locked together and subtly communicating with each other, revealed a certain sense of relief and happiness of where they were now. So different were these two… one being a ruler and the other being a completely different species entirely… yet so kindred where they fit perfectly in equilibrium.

They wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Pray tell, what is on your mind??” Luna asked as she ran the fingers of her left hand through Fredrick’s hair. Her right held onto his shoulder, and they never broke eye contact.

“You,” he answered honestly and with a grin. The Lunar Princess, as much of a hard-ass she could be, could not help but viciously blush at that comment. In fact, she attempted to look away and cover her face but instead settled on wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face into her chest in a tight, gleeful hug. While Fredrick would normally not be one to complain about getting his face smothered in Luna’s fabric-covered cleavage, he’d rather do so when he was not being deprived of air due to his best friend’s alicorn strength.

“Awww! Why do you insist on being so sweet and making me blush!” Luna ‘protested’ jubilantly. She was getting curious as to why he was not responding to her jesting, like he normally did… that was until she realized that Fredrick was frantically ‘tapping out’ on the pillow. Luna finally released him and he breathed deeply.

“Let’s… try that again later… with different context,” he joked subtly through his breaths. Regardless, even being deprived of air and with the obstruction of a shirt, the sensation was quite pleasurable. He then laid down next to her.

“What do you mean about…” Then Luna understood immediately. “Ooooooooooooohh.” She punctuated her understanding with another uncharacteristically feminine giggle. Once that little spell subsided she looked to her right and shot him a mischievous gaze.

“Technically it is later…” Luna mused as she gripped the bottom of her shirt and in one fluid motion, took it off completely. Fredrick’s eyes grew to the figurative size of dinner plates due partially to the very forward action, but mostly due to Luna being left in nothing but an indigo-colored bra and matching panties.

“I… umm… Wow. Is..?” He was fumbling over his words and Luna raised her right brow.

“You seem displeased…”

“Not at all! It’s just that you’re being so forward now… I’m just not used to it since we’ve slowly worked our way to where we are now.”

“Are you implying that I am being ‘easy?’” Luna again asked, with noticeable irritation rising in her voice.

“NO! That’s absolutely NOT what I meant at all, Luna… you know as well as I that… well it’s just that we’re…” Fred looked up and found Luna trying to hold back her laughter through pursed lips. “Goddammit, Luna.” The mare in question immediately busted out with a mighty guffaw, the poor fellow rolling his eyes and laying down while she continued to laugh hysterically.

“God I hate you,” Fred put out half-heartedly.

“I do apologize, my dearest… but you are simply adorable when flustered,” Luna said with a few residual chuckles before leaning over the grumpy human and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. Fredrick was moving to deepen the action but Luna pulled away and (with some purposeful sway in her hips) strut towards her liquor closet. From Fred’s perspective, all grievances were forgiven when he got treated to an eyeful of 'indigo panties riding up that perfect ass.' Her cutie marks were perfectly framed.

“Gin?” Luna offered, holding a familiar handle of the liquor that the two had drinken from on many occasions in the past. She held the bottle in her right hand and two glasses of ice in her left, the orientation of her arms pressing her breasts together. Fred blinked a few times in confusion and to clear his thoughts.

“It’s barely after ten in the morning,” he pointed out incredulously.

“And…?” Luna begged the question, as if, again, he was the weird one for asking.

“Hell yeah I want gin.”

Luna nodded and poured them both a fourth of a glass and added in just the right amount of “Green Apple Tonic.” Vivid, pleasant memories flashed through the Lunar Princess’s mind as she mixed the two concoctions, namely the first time she and Fredrick drank together. It was about two and a half months into their friendship and on a typical night in her room, she decided to open the liquor cabinet and bring out a bottle of wine. The two then shared the entire bottle on Luna’s balcony under the night sky, and with some inhibitions lowered due to alcohol, they were able to find out more about each other. In fact, that was the night that Fredrick was treated to Luna’s history of her banishment and the ‘Nightmare’ incident, unabridged. The two became even closer after that night.

Luna returned to reality and brought the two freshly made drinks over to Fred, handing him one before she took her place sitting on his lap.

“To a bright future,” Fredrick initiated a toast. Luna giggled and clinked her glass against his own.

“To a bright future.” The two took a couple modest sips and recoiled a bit at the aftertaste as the drink slid down their gullets. After enjoying a few more sips in each other’s intimate embrace, Luna decided to bring up an important question:

“Do you feel we are progressing too fast?” she asked seriously. Fredrick took a few moments to collect his thoughts and actually think about the question. Luna was patient as he turned his head away pensively before turning back to her a few moments later.

“Do you feel we are?” he threw the question back at her. He felt that he knew the right answer… but he felt ashamed to admit it, so he thought it would be best to take the coward’s way out and have her give her opinion before he gave his own. This time, it was her turn to become thoughtful.

“Honestly… with everything you and I have been through and how well we just ‘click,’ I might sort of feel that we have just a bit of… catching up to do,” Luna admitted, much to Fredrick’s surprise. This also explained, mostly, her more forward behavior and quite frankly, he took little issue with her response, as he had intended to say something similar. Perhaps as a man, he was more than thrilled to hear such words, because it opened up a realm of new possibilities. As her friend, again, he tried to find some moral wrong, but came up empty-handed. With some basic soul searching, he concluded that he had little problem in being where she wanted to be. After all, without any limitations, the two would be officially ‘together.’

“I’m okay with that,” Fredrick affirmed. “More than okay, actually. I guess we think alike,” he punctuated with a genuine grin. He knew he made the right choice… the warmth that radiated through his heart upon seeing Luna’s face light up with pure happiness could not possibly have lied to him. It was then that he realized how much he truly cared for the stunning mare sitting on his lap, said mare pulling herself closer and nuzzling her cheek against his affectionately. Running out of things to say, which did not bother her in the slightest, she pecked his cheek and the two finished their drinks in soothing silence.

“So, what do you wanna do on this temperate, rainy day?” Fredrick asked, the glasses having been put aside. Luna resumed her position on his lap, her left hand wrapped around his neck.

“Hmmm… nothing really strikes my thoughts. Then it shall be so! We shall do nothing!” Luna proclaimed in a very ‘royal’ tone, sticking her right hand out like a royal decree. She looked ridiculous, given her current attire… ridiculously cute, that is.

“So… then that means you woke me up to do absolutely nothing?” Fred jokingly asked her.

“I would rather do nothing with someone else than do nothing by myself, is that so much to ask for?”

“Where have you been all my life?” he asked, disbelievingly. Her plan sounded amazing to be honest.

“Right in front of your nose, simply waiting for you to make a damn move,” Luna replied, poking the tip of his nose with her finger.

“Seriously? You seriously expected me to make a move… on a Head of State?”

“You are from a dimension and world in which the male tends to initiate the courting process, while here it is the exact opposite. Truth be told I felt it would make you more comfortable if you were left to make the move… so I dropped as many hints as I could, until they were blatantly obvious. And then yesterday happened, I had to take the initiative, and now here we are!” Luna explained.

“That… actually makes a lot of sense.”

“I figured it would, Fredrick. Now, let us get started on doing nothing, hmmm?” she proposed. As a result, the two found themselves in their usual snuggle spots, with Luna tracing lines on his chest and stomach, while his hand rested comfortably, this time, on her butt. The two comfortably rested their eyes or stared off into space as the pattering of the rain against the balcony door provided soothing white noise. No words were exchanged, only little bits of affections such as a stolen kiss or a sensual rub. this went on for an undetermined amount of time until Fredrick decided to be a little more adventurous by giving Luna’s butt a nice firm squeeze.

His fingers sunk into the flesh of her right cheek and he could feel the exquisitely toned muscles under the smallest layer of fat that gave the object of his affections the perfect curvature. Luna squeaked lightly and giggled, satisfied that Fred seemed to be losing his fear of touching her a bit more intimately. She did have to give credit where credit was due… he was not going straight for the kill, in a manner of speaking, like most stallions would with any mare given the opportunity. No, he was savoring every inch of ground that he took and ensuring that it was okay with her. Luna honestly could not be more grateful.

Spurred on by her reaction, he began kneading his friend’s ass, his thumb providing most of the pressure as he worked the muscle underneath like a very sensual massage. The Lunar Princess could not help but shudder in small bouts of pleasure as he worked his fingers perfectly.

“Mmmmm, that feels nice…” Luna cooed, closing her eyes and merely savoring his touch. In return, her hand moved down toward the hem of his shirt and slid under it. Against his bare skin, her hand returned to its position on his chest, running her palm rhythmically over his stomach and pecs. He went a little further and ever so slightly yanked on the base of her tail, eliciting an adorable cross between a squeak and a moan.

“I can safely say this now: you have the most perfect ass, Luna.” she smiled against his chest as he continued his work.

“Squats do a mare wonders. I thank you for the compliment but you know as well as I that you harbor affinity for other ‘assets,’” she alluded. This was quickly becoming hotter and heavier, and neither of their minds wished for its ending.

“Hmmmm, maybe you’re right,” Fredrick jokingly mused. He kneaded both cheeks of her toned rear a few more times before giving her a little smack. A much heartier giggle was the result.

“Oh, I know I’m correct,” she affirmed, releasing herself from their embrace so she could sit up. Once he turned to see what she was up to, Luna cupped both of her bra-clad breasts and squeezed them together, looking down upon her own assets with feigned interest. She knew perfectly well he could not look away, nor would he want to look away. She wanted him to stare… to drink up her entire body with his eyes and imagine every terrible thing he wanted to do to her at this very moment.

“It’s interesting,” she continued, kneading her own breasts through her slowly but steadily increasing arousal. “You have already been able to touch them… yet you have not even been able to see them. Perhaps we should remedy that,” she proposed innocently as she locked her eyes… those lustful teal-blue orbs… with his own and let her fingers force the left bra-strap down her shoulder.

On his end, his mind was already well and gone in the throes of lust. With an impossibly hard bulge-tent hybrid forming through his shorts, Fredrick was eagerly awaiting the next couple of moments… he could finally see the objects which had caused him so many wet dreams and ‘late-night escapades.’

“But look at this, Fredrick. Here I am in my undergarments and you are still in all of your clothing. Perhaps we should ‘level the playing field’ once more,” Luna hinted as she crawled over him and began helping him move his shirt up his torso.

“I like the sound of that,” he replied while simultaneously getting his shirt off and having it tossed aside. Then, Luna was able to press both of her hands onto his chest (though not straddling him again) and run them all over, memorizing every little curve and mapping his body in her head. Going further and without much more convincing, he unbuttoned his shorts and swiftly took them off and tossed them aside in one movement, leaving him merely in his boxer shorts.

“And so the field has been leveled,” Fredrick decreed. Luna was immediately drawn to the disturbance down south.

“Leveled indeed… but it appears we have our fulcrum,” she eyed the tent hungrily while Fred rolled his eyes.

“Christ, Luna... These innuendos are terrible,” Fred joked. Luna attempted to look angry but could not. She had an extreme amount of difficulty in being any way miffed at the human.

“Indeed, they are fairly terrible are they not?” she readily agreed. The two then locked eyes again and Luna leaned over him, initiating an open-mouthed kiss. She fell upon him, her body completely flush atop of his own, and he was free to roam her backside as he saw fit. Naturally, his hands clasped to both sides of her ass, returning to his old job of massaging yonder posterior before he slid them up and down her back. Once his hand reached the clasp of her bra, Luna’s own hand fell atop of his. She broke the kiss and smiled deviously down at Fred before she helped him undo the clasp with a single movement. With that out of the way, she sat back up again and supported her bra by cupping her breasts teasingly, biting her lip for extra effect which Fredrick found unbelievably sexy.

Believing she had teased him enough, and nearly begging for his reaction, she nudged the straps off with a few shoulder movements and finally let the cups fall. Fredrick let out an enormous breath as he finally gazed upon her bare boobs in all their glory. Luna tossed the bra aside and allowed him to just take in their sight: round and perky, perfectly supported and with the small nipples that were just a shade darker than her skin/coat. His stunned silence and literal jaw dropping were all the assurance she needed.

“Well, you are not limited to just looking at them,” Luna implied, and Fredrick immediately sat up and placed both of his hands on his prizes. The Princess sighed out contentedly as she felt his fingers immediately begin working her two sizeable orbs and his mouth connect with hers. He never let up on his touch as their tongues comfortably battled for domination of their shared mouths… kneading her breasts with all five fingers, squeezing them together and apart, and ensuring her sensitive nipples were not in the slightest neglected by pinching them between his digits. Every movement change elicited a different sound from the Lunar Princess… his Lunar Princess. Every squeeze drew out a curt but high-pitched moan into his mouth, while a pinch elicited a short little squeak. The right amount of kneading would force Luna to separate and sigh out pleasurably before intaking air.

This time, Luna decided to up the ante. Her hand lowered towards his boxers and, without hesitation, palmed Fredrick’s tent, ensuring her palm was flush against his length. The reaction was immediate and he ended up squeezing her boobs together a bit harder, forming a wondrous valley of cleavage, which also had Luna moan more heavily into his mouth. Fredrick himself could barely contain the gruff sighs of pleasure that escaped into Luna’s maw as she began running her palm up and down his covered length. The two separated for some much needed air, though that did not call for the ceasing of their other workings.

“God… these are absolutely perfect,” Fredrick felt the need to comment, grabbing two handfuls of titflesh.

“Mmmm… they’re all yours, Fredrick,” she replied hungrily. Something about the way she said those words drove the man wild, and he ended up pushing her back onto the bed with him on top. She giggled in arousal as he lowered his body flush against hers, much like she did with him, and continued cupping her breasts. His weight felt quite comfortable on her and if he wanted to do the work, she was most certainly not going to argue at this point… especially when he took her right nipple into his mouth. She involuntarily gasped and shuddered as she exhaled, a soft, yet long moan escaping her mouth. There was little she could do to reciprocate so she settled on running her hands up and down his back for encouragement. Time continued on and Fredrick did not let up; in fact, he became gradually firmer as he alternated between both of her boobs, ensuring they received equal attention from his mouth and tongue while the ‘temporarily neglected’ one was constantly kneaded and toyed with. Luna so desperately wanted to rub herself as he continued but their positioning would make that quite an awkward experience… and she dared not ask him to reposition, at least not yet. She was enjoying this way too much.

On Fred’s side, he was having the time of his life… oh how he had dreamed of doing this to his best friend and now here he was. It was so much better than his imagination could ever hope to conjure… the feel of her perfect breasts, the ever-so-slightly salty yet not unpleasant (in the slightest) taste of her skin as he swirled his tongue over her nipple, and the feeling of Luna writhing and moaning beneath him every time he kneaded, licked, or sucked. He personally did not feel that he would get so much pleasure and so much arousal out of performing a one-sided sexual act but then again, perhaps there was a lurking variable that attributed to that. Fredrick was in no mood to question that and continued his onslaught. Things changed, however, when he could detect the gentle bucking of Luna’s hips.

Fredrick decided to try something. The idea seemed to work in his head and he was certainly flexible enough to do so. After releasing her left nipple from his mouth, he levitated his body a little bit off of her and brought his right knee up between her legs, never breaking eye-contact. While he had to bend down a bit more awkwardly, he was more than willing to make the sacrifice. Once his hard knee pressed up against Luna’s covered (and soaked) slit, a wash of pleasurable relief crossed her features. Shooting the man above her a naughty grin, she began slowly grinding herself against his appendage as he attempted to continue his previous actions. He found it a bit more difficult than anticipated due to their positioning, so in the end he could only resort to toying with her boobs, but he made up for some of the loss by pressing his lips to Luna’s once more.

Luna ground her needy mound against his steady knee while their tongues wrestled and his hands worked her boobs, but Luna then realized that he was in a perfect position for reciprocation. She brought her right hand up and gripped his shaft through his boxer shorts and began pumping him in a perfect, synchronous rhythm with her grinding. It was his turn to let out a few moans at that point, and he desperately wanted to say something… something sexy. However, he had enough judgement to know that, while dirty talk could enhance the experience, it could also completely shatter the mood if the wrong meaning was conveyed. The feeling of Luna speeding up her rhythmic grinding shattered those thoughts and he was content on the only sounds pervading the room being their sounds of ecstasy. Eventually, however, he had to use one of his hands to support himself in that position. Can’t win them all.

His knee was as soaked as her slit and her panties were an entire shade darker as a result… his boxers were not spared either if the enormous dark-spot was evidence enough. Both of their once perfect rhythms became slowly more erratic and pleasure-filled moans more frequent and higher in pitch. Luna’s brain was pure mush right now.

So close… so CLOSE…

Of all the times she rubbed herself off to his image, this was incomprehensible in comparison. This would certainly be her greatest orgasm in several thousand years and it was not even noon yet. To her, it also seemed like Fredrick was going to burst. She was on the edge… a few more movements and she’d be lost to the deepest circles of euphoria. In her last bit of rational thought that remained, she moved to remove his shaft from the confines of his boxers…

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

The loud knocks interrupted everything and all movement ceased. Their minds both cleared up instantaneously and they both looked at each other, startled.

“Princess Luna?” a Guard called from the outside.

You’re kidding… You’re kidding right? Luna thought as her former pleasure was being converted into anger. Fredrick’s thoughts were fairly similar:

I wonder what the maximum sentence for murder is in Equestria?

“Princess??” The fairly-young sounding Guard called again. Luna praised herself for not forgetting to lock her door.

“What is it, Soldier?” Luna attempted to reply ‘normally,’ taking enormous strain to not lace her words with malice.

“Princess Celestia is summoning you to her study. There’s an urgent diplomatic matter to tend to.”

Luna deadpanned and her eye twitched. Fredrick got off of her and looked at her worriedly, as she looked like she was going to go on a rampage.

To do list: 1. Punch Celestia in the crotch. 2. Declare war on whomever caused a diplomatic matter.

“Very well. Tell her I shall arrive in ten minutes.”

“Yes Princess!” he called back and he presumably walked off to deliver the message. Luna, however, was devastated and pissed off beyond belief. If it was any other matter, she could refuse and go back to enjoying her future orgasm in peace. However, diplomatic matters that required both Princesses to be there… it must be important. Duty called.

“I… am so sorry, Fredrick,” she said with a pleading tone, pulling him into a kiss and an embrace.

“It’s okay, Luna. I figured your job would cockblock us in the future… just not so soon. Hey, you are a Princess after all,” Fredrick replied, equally annoyed but very understanding. This was nonnegotiable.

“I am eternally grateful for your understanding, my dearest… and ‘cockblock?’” she questioned the phrase. “I do not believe that fits my individual purpose…”

“Cuntstunted?” he suggested. Luna snapped and pointed to him with enlightenment.

“That works!” she exclaimed, removing herself from his grasp and off the bed to change and get decent. If this matter was urgent, she was not going to shower. They could all rot in Tartarus for all she cared.

“I promise we shall continue this later… the day is still young, after all,” Luna alluded with a wink and biting her lip. That was some consolation for the quickly-becoming blue-balled Fredrick. His mind began wandering.

“Mmmm I look forward to tonight then,” he replied, embracing Luna once more before she inevitably teleported him back to his room.

“Likewise, my stud.” She pecked his lips once and he got one last view of her nearly-nude body as he felt the instantaneous sensation of magic being acted upon him. In a blink of an eye, he found himself alone in his room, which was much cooler in temperature for obvious reasons. Alone and with proper soundproofing, he only let out one word laced with as much irritation a blueballed man could muster:

“FUCK!”

Author's Notes:

More to come soon. You can expect good things next part.

Reread several times and proofread. Let me know if anything looks odd and I'll fix it. All comments appreciated. See you next time ;)