Luna and Thomas barely had any time to wait before their orders were brought out. No doubt the kitchen staff gave priority to royalty. The armored guards were brought their snacks and waters soon after while those out of armor at the surrounding tables waited patiently for their meals to be brought out normally.

After their meals had been largely finished, Luna leaned forward with eyes closed and propped herself up on her elbows on the table. Thomas gently rubbed the Princess’ thigh in her meditation. Luna was presently engaging in astral projection, a form of meditation where her consciousness leaves her body and enters the dream realm. Time moved differently in dreams, allowing the Princess to enter periodically every few hours or so and keep up with her other duties in the physical realm. She’d spend a few minutes surveying the dreams of ponies across Equestria then return back to whatever she’d been doing.

“That was a short trip,” Thomas commented once Luna returned from her trance.

“Few nightmares tonight.”

“Always a good sign. So how’s your writing coming along?” Thomas asked. “It’s been a while since you let me read any of your stories.”

“Alas, it has not,” Luna confessed as she took a bite out of a lilac. “I have encountered an old foe and have not been able to overcome him for quite some time.”

“Writer’s block?” Thomas asked as he carved up a piece of fish.

“The old wretch hasn’t relented in some time,” Luna nodded. “I have been unable to compose a satisfying string of words for when the ranger learns that the filly he saved turns out to be a changeling.”

Thomas nodded. “And yet I notice you’ve been writing as vigorously as ever.”

“Oh. That is a result of one of sister Celestia’s suggestions,” Luna paused to build suspense. “We have been responding to letters from our subjects.”

“Fan mail?”

“We suppose you could call it that.”

“Anything good?”

“Lady Attentive Eye has a team of respondents that deals with more serious business and screens out all the junk mail,” Luna noted with a hint of relief before continuing. “Due to the nature of the night court and the growth of Equestria in our absence, many ponies are unable to meet with us in person.”

“You know I’ve been holding back on the corrections, right?”

Luna’s ear twitched as she glared down at the human. “I suspected as much. Anyway, Celestia says that she has been taking letters from ponies for centuries and it has proven a most effective means of keeping in touch with the citizenry.”

“That sounds nice. So do ponies write you letters just to ask you questions, or what?”

“Tis mostly questions, yes,” Luna swallowed a carnation before continuing. “Ponies seeking advice to problems both great and mundane. This colt is concerned about his cutie mark. That filly is anxious about an upcoming math test. So many worries about financial difficulties and relationship issues. Tis nice to offer aid and connect with, to borrow a phrase from sister, our little ponies, but the rare gem is the letter from a pony with no particular problems and merely a desire to talk.”

“Any pony I know?”

“Doubtful,” Luna scoffed. “You could count the number of ponies you know on your fingers. Or has that changed since the last time we checked?”

“It has not changed since the last time YOU checked,” Thomas answered with a mockingly posh tone. “And I am trying to get out more.”

“Mm hm,” Luna nodded, clearly unconvinced.

“Whatever. So tell me about your pen pal.”

“Pen pals,” Luna corrected. “Tis plural for there are several. Just yesterday we heard from Shaken Juice, a filly from Fillydelphia that she got her cutie mark in making juice.”

“What a surprise,” Thomas said in mock elation. “A pony’s cutie mark and special talent matching their name.”

“I don’t see why this upsets you so,” Luna expressed.

“I’m not upset,” Thomas asserted. “It’s just a little frustrating when I’m the only one who seems to notice that the names correspond with the talents almost every single time. In fact, forget the almost. I have yet to see an exception to this rule.”

“Oh hush, you,” Luna bumped Thomas shoulder. “The little dear was so happy in her letter that her hoof writing left much to be desired. But from what we were able to discern, she is to begin her formal apprenticeship in her family’s juice business next week.”

“Hoof writing,” Thomas said sarcastically to himself while he waved his fingers in front of his face, but Luna didn’t catch the hint.

“We, er, I also engage in correspondence with leaders of other nations. Tis quite pleasant to be able to discuss the burdens of ruling with peers other than Tia and niece Cadence. I also write to Twilight Sparkle, but enough of pen pals. Thou,” tap, “you can read their letters at another time if you so wish. For now, let us return to our date.”

“So you admit this is a date?” Thomas asked leadingly.

Luna glared mischievously. “Dare to again accuse us of abusing our power or of forgetting that we have weekends free, just to go on a date with thou of all things, and we shall reenact the events of one thousand years ago and banish thee to our personal moon.”

Thomas set his elbow on the table and laid his face in his hand, beaming at the Princess with utmost daring. “You might as well threaten to force feed cake to your sister.”

Luna retaliated with a vicious tickle attack. However, the Princess was so eager that she let her guard down, leaving Thomas open access to her sides and belly. The pair struggled not only to overpower one another, but also stifle their own laughter so as not to disturb the other patrons. Alas, as on earth, a celebrity so much as sneezing in public is seized upon by trashy so-called journalists. A tickle fight between the Princess and her alien companion would have been a gold mine, were it not for the illusion spell cast on the pair earlier to make it look like they were doing nothing but enjoying a nice and quiet meal together. In the end, all that really mattered was that their faces hurt from laughing so much.

“Thou… art… getting… better,” Luna said between gasps. “You lasted… much longer… than last time.”

“Practice… makes… perfect,” Thomas gasped, recovering his breath much more quickly than the Princess. “But I guess that doesn’t mean much compared to a pony who’s had centuries of practice ahead of me.”

“Verily,” Luna nodded proudly. “Our tickling prowess is unmatched, save one. Be grateful thou did not do battle with our sister. Once provoked, that is a mare who knows no mercy,” she warned with utmost seriousness.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” Thomas said as he finished off the last of his salmon. “If I ever find myself in a position to engage your much larger and stronger sister in a tickle fight, I’ll just walk away.”

“See to it that you do,” Luna said as she finished off the last of her own meal. “Per chance, hast thou,” tap, “have you saved room for dessert?”

Thomas pressed his hand to his stomach to assess his situation. “Not much. Maybe we could split something.”

“Very good.”

When Mocha Mug returned, Luna ordered a cheesecake for the pair to share.

“Tis good,” Luna complimented after taking the first bite.

“It’s better than I remember,” Thomas added after slicing off a piece for himself. “I guess you can’t fault this place on the food.”

“Indeed.”

Luna took one of the two strawberries from atop the cake and held it out for her date. Thomas parted his lips as the Princess gently stroked the strawberry across his opening before pressing it in. Thomas mirrored the action and gently glided the other strawberry along Luna’s lips as she moaned into its soft texture before taking it into her mouth. The pair leaned in close and gazed longingly into one another’s eyes.

“Despite the proprietor’s initial error, this establishment has been most satisfactory. There is but one matter that remains before I feel comfortable giving Midnight Grill’s Grill the royal seal of approval.”

Thomas tilted his head curiously. “Good food, timely service, nice atmosphere, great view… what’s left?” He asked leadingly as he recognized the familiar scent coming off the Princess. Thankfully the illusion kept that sealed away so no one would notice.

“We are curious on the status of their lavatory,” Luna said with a grin. “A… tension has been building and we require… your services.”

Thomas began shoveling the remainder of his cake slice into his mouth. Luna did the same, though much more elegantly. When they finished, Luna instructed Mocha Mug that she needed to use the little filly’s room. The guards, who had finished their meals long ago, stood and escorted the princess to the restroom, clearing it out to make sure that the Princess could use the facilities in private. The last task of the guards was to cast yet another illusion just outside the restroom, this one of Thomas standing idle while the real thing followed Luna inside the pristine facilities.

“Shiny,” Thomas commented approvingly as he looked around the violet tiled walls and ivory white floor. “So do you need to…?” He trailed off.

“Not at this time.” Luna wrapped a wing around the little human and pulled him close. “We confess to a most dubious plan to lure thee away from prying eyes.”

“I guess I have enough room for a bit more… cheesecake,” he grinned up at the Princess.

Bathrooms, especially those in the rich part of town, were notoriously clean. Rather than simply employing janitors, many hired unicorns to cast advanced spells that guided any spills into a drain in the corner while leaving the tile and porcelain thrones completely untouched. They were also serviceably private. All these factors combined made public bathrooms in high class facilities highly desirable for whenever the Princess felt the urge during her outings to the city.

Thomas began by setting out towels for padding around the sinks, which were thankfully attached to cabinets to add to their structural integrity. As soon as he finished, the ground suddenly left him as Luna pulled him into a powerful embrace and pressed her lips against his own. Luna pressed her tongue gently against Thomas’ bottom lip, asking for entrance. He obliged. Their tongues danced in one another’s mouths as each tried to eat the lips of the other. Luna’s tongue had the advantage in size and casually pushed his aside as it explored every corner of his mouth. Thomas moaned joyfully into Luna’s maw as he enjoyed the taste of semi-fresh cheesecake mixed with her own natural flavor.

Luna adjusted her hands so that one was pressed against the human’s back while the other removed his shorts, letting them fall to the ground as she began grasping his buttocks. Not one to be outmatched so easily, Thomas reached beneath Luna’s dress and began groping her breasts. Remembering the burdensome fabric, the dress was suddenly enveloped in an aura of blue magic, flying off her body and landing upon one of the stalls. The pair moaned passionately into each other’s mouths until the Princess broke their kiss with a wet pop, sighing in joy as she set the naked human atop the sink. Both human and alicorn inhaled deeply through the nose as they drank in the scent of each other’s arousal.

Luna got to her knees and propped herself up on the sink wall as her teal eyes gazed hungrily at her prize. Thomas was fully erect and already leaking pre cum.

“For us?” Luna asked teasingly. “Thou shouldn’t have.” She stuck her tongue out and gently lapped up the clear liquid, tasting it as one would a scoop of ice-cream. Luna swirled her tongue around the end up the shaft, pelting the sex organ with her hot breath while she took another long whiff of his masculine musk.

“I love your mouth,” Thomas blurted.

Tragically, time was of the essence, so they could not engage in their usual level of foreplay. Luna lifted Thomas off the sink and motioned for him to move behind her. Luna raised her tail and invitingly presented her glorious plot and sex. Thomas fell to his own knees on the towels directly behind Luna and reached out for the royal bottom, unable to resist giving her massive cheeks a firm squeeze.

Luna let out a low whimper at his familiar touch. “T-T-Thomas!”

Luna knew he liked her rear, but he always seemed eager to remind her every chance he got. She let her lover play with her royal buns as long as he wanted, knowing that soon there would be much more. The Princess of the Night gasped as she felt him spread her cheeks apart. He went on to press himself into her royal crack, rubbing himself up and down upon it and occasionally taking a sniff of her arousal.

Thomas felt the heat rising up from the Princess’ pussy, which only drove him wilder as he started lining the top of her buttocks with a mix of licks and kisses. “The most delicious plot in the world, and it’s all mine,” he moaned into her furred cheeks. His loins were on fire and he knew Luna wasn’t in much better shape as he gently tapped the head of his cock against her slit.

“Thomas,” Luna cried. “As much as we love it when you worship our plot like this, we really must speed this up.” Grunting impatiently, the Princess of the Night reached her hands back and parted her butt cheeks even further, presenting her dark pink tail hole and inadvertently opening her marehood. Exposing herself like this never failed to both embarrass and excite her.

Thomas eventually tore his eyes from the enticing sight of Luna’s pink anus contrasting against the dark fur of her rear and looked up. Luna was facing away from him, but she was looking into a mirror that covered half the wall. The human smiled as he saw the red tint to Luna’s cheeks. Needing no further encouragement, Thomas slapped his hands against Luna’s bottom and pressed his fingers firmly into her cutie mark. Luna whimpered as she felt hands grasp one of the most sensitive areas on a pony’s body, his touch sending bolts of electricity through her body. Thomas firmly kneaded the soft flesh within his grasp as he lined himself up with the Princess’ back door, just above her moistening sex. Licking his lips, he pressed the head of his cock at her entrance. Her cherry was like a cherry between two mounds of blueberry ice-cream, but he fought the urge to take the next step as he looked up to Luna’s anxious reflection.

“Princess?”

“Buck me! Give my blue plot what it deservvvvvvves!”

Luna cried, unable to finish before Thomas slammed the full length of his cock into her rear with an audible squelching sound, completely sheathing his meat between her buns. The light coating of saliva was all the lubrication he needed to breach her entrance, but a lubrication spell was quickly added to ensure continued pleasure. Thomas matched Luna’s moan as he felt Luna’s anal cavity clench around his member as if it didn’t want to let go. He could feel her insides adjust to accommodate his member, welcoming it back after being away for so long. With painful slowness, Thomas pulled himself from the welcoming insides, only to hilt himself back in with a loud smack.

“Luna,” Thomas grunted as he closed his eyes. “Your ass is so tight. I love it!”

“We love it,” Luna gasped, “when thou loves the royal plot.”

“Your ass is so tight,” Thomas gasped. “It’s like it’s trying to hold on to me and never let go.”

Luna cried out in ecstasy as her lover squeezed her cutie marks on her flanks and slammed into her once again, their bodies slapping against each other with an obscene wet smacking sound. Luna bucked her hips back into the thrust as Thomas leaned his torso onto her lower back, flattening her tail in an effort to support himself and keep from being bucked off as he rammed into Luna at an increasing pace. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw that her tongue was hanging out as she panted like bitch in heat. The sight of herself in such a lewd state only turned her on more. Her body was on fire as it felt like a long hot coal had been shoved up her rectum, and she loved every bit of it. Without even thinking, her left hand reached up and began massaging her breast while her right hand descended between her legs to give her pussy some much needed attention.

His eyes still sealed shut, Thomas grunted as quietly as he could as he continued to ram like a piston into the alicorn’s rear. No matter how many times they did this, her hot insides never loosened, always clinging tightly around his shaft. With each thrust, Thomas was rewarded with an appreciative moan from the Princess as her bottom quivered around him. Thomas felt like his cock was going to melt inside her as he continued slamming his body into the Princess’ rump, rotating his hips to make sure he touched every square inch of her insides. Despite the lustful haze clouding his mind to all but what he was doing, Thomas was allowed a brief moment of clarity. I’m balls deep in Princess Luna’s perfect ass. Life ain’t that bad.

When he looked up to the mirror, past the alicorn’s flared wings, and saw Luna panting so heavily, it drove him over the edge. Given their size difference, it had often proved tricky for the human to see his lover’s face during sex, which made the mirror all the more priceless. “Can we buy this mirror?” Thomas asked half-jokingly.

Thomas felt Luna’s tight insides constrict even tighter around his cock as it twitched inside her. The Princess of the Night whimpered at the sudden growth within her and bucked her hips back at an even quicker pace while the concubine was trying his hardest to hold back until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Luna!” The human cried out as he released his seed into alicorn’s asshole.

“Thomas! Cumming!” Luna cried as she felt hot liquid paint her insides and still more fall upon her hand and his thighs. The pair looked into the mirror and watched as their lover’s faces twist in a mix of passion and ecstasy. They had reached the first simultaneous orgasm of the evening, leaving Luna’s anal passage a creamy mess as her human collapsed limply onto her back.

I bet you weren't expecting a Friday post. Well, I actually have a lot of this in stock so now I may post on like every other Friday so as not to get too far behind what I've already written.

Anyway, Luna can be so selfish sometimes. She hogs the bathroom all to herself just so she can do things with her buck buddy. Disgraceful. Worse is that Thomas enables it. Perhaps Celestia should lecture them on their unethical behavior. Perhaps Luna should counter with all the things Celestia has done with her lovers that were of questionable ethics. Maybe I should stop teasing you guys.

I think I'm getting a bit better at writing sex scenes. Let me know what you guys think.

Anyway, I also have news for later events in the story, bad news. Yes, I come to you baring ill tidings. It seems that I, the great and powerful Typist Gray... have given in to peer pressure. That's right. For a while now I've been getting requests from commentors for certain things to happen. And while I had never intended these things to happen, I have made adjustments to allow two of these things to take place. Won't be for many chapters to come, but they're coming.