Luna gave a contented sigh as she awoke. Shifting on her side, she felt a familiar presence. She looked over her back to find her precious little human spooning her. Though his head didn’t even come up to her shoulders, it was still comforting the way he wrapped his arms around her. An appreciative smile came to her face when she recognized the familiar sensation of his shaft filling her rear. They had fallen asleep like this and he hadn’t pulled out all day, which was just fine for the Princess. There was a nostalgic comfort in waking up impaled on a male’s rod. It was stiff inside her, in what modern males referred to as morning wood.

She wiggled her rump slightly, but Thomas barely stirred. So she gave her anus a quick clench around his member and his eyes shot open, much to her amusement. “Good evening, my little human.”

Thomas took a moment to gauge his surroundings until he realized where he was and what she’d done. He leered up at her with a half-smile. “That was just mean.”

“We do not recall any such complaints yesterday,” Luna hummed playfully. “Forgive the misunderstanding, but we were under the impression that thou enjoyed the royal plot.”

Still smiling, Thomas shook his head. It was too early for this. “You’re still a meanie pants.”

Luna cocked an eyebrow. “Meanie pants? Would we not have to first wear pants in order to earn such a title?”

“That’s for amateurs,” Thomas said, burying his face into one of her folded wings. “You’re too awesome to be tied down by such petty… what?”

Luna cupped her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggling. “Forgive us, but it seems thou art still exhausted from thy previous endeavors. Thy banter is most… lacking.”

Thomas jutted his lower lip out in the best pouting expression he could muster. “You really are a meanie.” His lip quivered before curving back into a smile. “Also, I hold you entirely responsible for working me over like that.”

“As is your right,” Luna conceded as she sat up, letting the covers fall and reveal her bare chest.

Thomas attempted to follow suit, but fell back onto the mattress with a groan, his shaft still embedded in the Princess. When Luna turned to him in concern, he could only offer a dumb smile. “My hips are sore.”

Luna smiled sympathetically and finally pulled herself free of his still erect shaft with a soft squelching sound. The Princess briefly frowned at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but returned her attention to Thomas as she lay on her side. Her left hand supported her head while her right gently caressed his chest. “Dearest Thomas, thou art such a gallant soldier to press on under such hardships,” she cooed softly. Her hands glided further south until they reached his hips, causing her human to flinch at her touch.

“You do realize those hardships I was under were your butt cheeks, right?” Thomas asked as he lay beside the Princess, motionlessly enjoying her touch.

“We had our suspicions, but didn’t want to assume,” Luna smiled back as her middle finger circled his nipple before tracing down his stomach. “It seems as though thy frame is taking to thy new training.”

“Thy?” Thomas asked coyly.

Luna pursed her lips in annoyance as she stared at Thomas’ smug expression. “You… are lucky that you’re cute.”

“Is that all?” Thomas cocked his head. “I could have sworn there was something else,” he wondered. “What was it you said last night?”

Luna’s indigo cheeks tinted with pink.

“I swear it was a ‘G’ word.”

“Oh, would you look at the time!?” Luna quickly departed the bed and headed for the balcony in her birthday suit. Her horn lit, and as the last light of the setting sun disappeared over the horizon, the stars were quickly painted across the sky with the expertise of a brushstroke and the more subtle light of the moon came into being.

It never failed to impress Thomas how beautiful the nights in Equestria were, nor how beautiful Luna looked making them. She had an almost glow about her as she performed her art. However, Thomas was distracted as he noticed her tail was slightly raised. He’d come to learn that raising the tail was both a voluntary and involuntary gesture of arousal. He figured that Luna’s body was still reacting to having been impaled all day long, making this involuntary. Still, it filled him with satisfaction that his actions had this kind of impact on her body. Sometimes, in his more insecure moments, he would wonder if her compliments were born out of pity because of his small size. However, it was not so easy to lie with body language, and Thomas felt reassured that his Princess was indeed attracted to him, at least to an extent.

“Glorious,” Thomas blurted, causing Luna to flinch. “That was the word you used, if I recall correctly.”

Luna turned slowly around to face her little human. She bore a smile, but there was something sinister behind her eyes. Thomas felt his blood run cold as he could tell he’d just crossed a line. She left the balcony, strutting slowly as she closed the distance towards the bed. Her hips swayed seductively and her breasts bounced far more than was necessary, but her eyes promised something far less pleasant.

Luna’s half smile grew as her eyes zeroed in on his erection. It had twitched ever so slightly in what she could only assume was excitement. She loved toying with him like this, asserting herself with nothing but a look. It was a skill any good ruler needed to learn, to be able to command those around you without the need for word or action. Luna had learned this skill well and loved bringing it into the bedroom.

Finally the Princess had walked up to Thomas’ side of the bed where she loomed ominously over him. He hadn’t budged an inch, waiting nervously to see what she had planned. Luna smirked, maintaining her visage of the proud seductress, which she was, but that was not her intent. Today was Saturday, meaning there were no appointments in night court, the attendants had the time off, and it would even be forgivable if she missed breakfast with her sister. Really, there was no reason why she couldn’t just stay in her room all weekend and play with her lover, but then she remembered the way he flinched.

Thomas was only one male with the daunting task of satisfying the boundless lust of an alicorn all by himself. He lacked the strength of an earth pony, the dexterity of a Pegasus, and he could not embrace her magic with his own as a unicorn would. Luna knew that if she worked him too hard, she could break him. He was fragile, but, strangely, that was part of his appeal. It spoke to a more primal urge, both as an alicorn and a mare, to protect those she cared for. And the way she would engulf the human in her ‘protective’ embrace was like nothing she’d ever experienced with her other lovers, at least not without using magic, but that wasn’t the same. All but the most powerful spells were temporary by nature. At the end of it all, all spells and other trappings removed, this was who and what Thomas really was, and that was what she craved most of all.

Luna lit her horn and engulfed Thomas in her magic, levitating him above the bed. He fidgeted nervously, but didn’t try to fight. He simply tried to stay still as he was lifted higher and higher above the mattress. Smiling, Luna slipped in beneath Thomas and gently levitated him back down on top of her. Luna felt Thomas relax as she finally released her magic and let him rest on top of her, his head, naturally, supported by her breasts while her toned stomach pressed against his back. It made Luna happy that his body would react this way to her. After all, it was so very hard to lie with body language. Hearing him sigh in relief and having something solid, yet soft, beneath him, Luna took it as invitation to wrap her arms around his chest and stomach.

A knock came to the door.

“Come in,” Luna answered gently as she kept her gaze squarely on the human in her embrace.

A mix of squeaking wheels and hoof steps entered the room as a butler pony pushed in a large cart with the evening’s breakfast. From the corner of his eye, Thomas watched the butler look towards the bed briefly before quickly averting his eyes. Thomas couldn’t help by smile. After spending so much time with Talon, it was nice to be reminded that modesty wasn’t an entirely alien concept in this world. The butler announced the breakfast, Luna accepted, and the butler walked out faster than he needed to upon his dismissal.

Luna levitated the tray over to the bed and undid its legs, allowing it to rest comfortably just above Thomas’ waist. There her magic set about arranging the plates and utensils in the manner she figured would be easiest for them both to eat.

“Breakfast in bed,” Thomas commented in amusement as he set his eyes on the short stack before him.

Luna levitated the syrup over her human’s pancakes and began applying it. “We, er, I do believe this is the amount you prefer, yes?”

Thomas rubbed her thigh appreciatively. “Glad to see I’m not the only one who’s learning.”

“Careful now,” Luna warned gently. “That you have a tray of food currently shielding you will not protect thee *tap* you from my wrath forever.”

“Oh, woe is me,” Thomas bemoaned, dramatically bringing his hand to his forehead. “What ever shall I do?”

“You could show a bit more gratitude,” Luna smirked as she lifted her arms from his body and moved towards the larger set of utensils and plates.

“Gratitude, huh?” Thomas asked, stopping just before his first fork hit his mouth. “And how would I go about doing this?” For emphasis he grinded his bare rump into her groin before taking a bite of the syrupy pancake.

Luna let out a surprised grunt, but maintained her composure. If that was how he was going to play, then she had no choice but to retaliate. “Did you know that this position is much more common with the mare sitting atop the stallion?”

Thomas looked up at her, past her breasts, and swallowed. “You don’t say,” he commented in mock surprise. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with stallions usually being larger than mares, would it?”

“Hmm,” Luna tapped her chin while pretending to think. “You may have a point there. However, we, er, I was alluding to something else.” She parted her legs slightly, letting Thomas fall a little ways between them before pressing them back together in his makeshift seat. Luna leaned into to Thomas’ ear and began to whisper. “In this position, were you a mare and we the stallion, it would be we who served as cushion for your… little plot.”

Thomas narrowed his eyes at Luna. “Where are you going with this?”

Luna smiled teasingly before straightening back up. “Where do you think we are going? And answer honestly.”

“I, uh, don’t know.”

“Come now,” Luna nudged him encouragingly. “You have used that beautiful imagination of yours to tell us so many wondrous stories. Use it now to tell us to what we might be alluding to.”

Thomas gulped nervously. This conversation was going to a place he had been dreading for some time. “A-alicorns have powerful magic.”

“Indeed we do,” Luna nodded as she snaked a hand beneath the tray and pressed Thomas’ abdomen against her own. “Capable of performing spells beyond that of the common unicorn. Go on,” she whispered.

“I-I’d rather not.”

Luna frowned as she felt Thomas tense up in her grip. Teasing was only fun until somepony crossed a line. However, they weren’t at that line yet. “Tis clear you have already conceived our meaning,” Luna consoled. “But, in case there is doubt, we were indeed alluding to giving ourselves the second tail of a male, only to give it generously to another male.”

“I-I was afraid of that,” Thomas said.

Luna’s frown deepened as she released her grip on him. “There is no need to fear. We were only teasing,” she assured.

“So… you don’t want to do… that?” Thomas asked nervously.

“There are many things we wish to do,” Luna sighed in disappointment. “But bringing fantasy to reality has no appeal if reality cannot cope. If you do not want it, then we will respect your wishes and not pressure you.”

Thomas gave a relieved sigh. “Thank you.”

She smiled. “You truly are bent towards females, aren’t you?”

“Bent?”

“It means you only like one sex,” she explained. “A mare who only likes other mares is called a filly fooler, while a stallion who is bent towards other stallions is a colt cuddler. However, it seems there are no specific terms for when a stallion is bent only for mares or a mare bent only for stallions. Language is a most peculiar thing.”

“Oh yeah. I think Moonlight explained that once. Where I’m from we just call those last two straight.”

“Straight?” Luna raised an eyebrow. “Thou *tap* you will have to explain this further, but at a later time, But back to the matter at hoof, there is another thing to do in this position which we think you would most enjoy.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “And what would that be?”

“Imagine a second mare in your lap while you rest in ours,” Luna hummed. “Her soft yet firm flanks pressed against thy aching erection. No doubt she would wiggle in your lap, teasing you, even inviting you in. Perhaps she would be more willing to accept your generosity.”

Again Thomas gulped nervously. “You mean expanding the harem?” It wasn’t really a question.

“Verily,” Luna agreed softly as she took a sip of her drink. “On that note, what do you think of Midnight Chain, Starry Sky, and Lunar Stone?”

Thomas hadn’t expected this turn of events. “Why? What do they have to do with this?”

Luna frowned. “Do you find them appealing?”

“Why?”

“We simply want to know if you find them appealing. Can you see yourself being intimate with them, any of them?”

Thomas paused and considered the question carefully, still uncertain where this was going. “They’re nice, but I don’t really see us like… that. We’re like work friends.”

“Work friends,” Luna nodded ponderously. “As distinct from your friendship with Moonlight and Lady Talon?”

“Yeah,” Thomas agreed. “They’re kinda fun the way they go on about stuff, and they’re nice to me, but it’s just… I don’t really know. I guess the best way for me to put it is that when they’re not around, I don’t really have much desire to see them. Not that I’m saying anything bad about them,” he corrected hastily. “But I can’t really see myself going out of my way to hang out with them like I do with Talon and Moonlight. Even if the latter is kinda forced to be around me, she’s still nicer to hang out with.”

“Indeed,” Luna nodded sagely. “Your feelings reflect our own. It appears that these attendants have failed their trial phase.”

“Failed their what?”

“Their trial phase,” Luna said flatly. “Many sectors of castle staff have a prolonged trial phase to determine if they are suited for the job. The role of royal attendant is no different and, tragically, it seems these three have failed.”

“How did they fail?” Thomas asked worriedly. “They’ve done everything you asked and I’ve heard you laugh at their jokes. Is this just because of what I said?”

“Do not look so worried, dearest Thomas,” Luna gently traced her fingers across his chest. “There is no fault to be had here. As you have said, we simply did not find any of them appealing.”

Thomas furrowed his brow. “So… one of the requirements of being an attendant is being attractive?”

“It is not so simple,” Luna began as she took another bite. “Attractiveness is a bonus, but it has little bearing on a pony’s appeal. You might not have noticed, but we could not help but sense that there might have been something a bit forced about them, like they were trying to be comfortable and friendly when they didn’t necessarily want to.” She met Thomas’ confused gaze and realized that he wasn’t getting her meaning. “To clarify, you passed the trial phase because we found you appealing.”

Thomas blinked back at Luna, looking at her expectantly.

Luna smiled. “Have you already forgotten that your first duties in our service were in the role of attendant? You bathed us, dressed us, and performed other tasks in our company. To borrow your words, when you were absent, we found ourselves longing for your company. That was when we knew that you appealed to us.”

Thomas blushed at the way Luna said those last words. “So…” he began as the pieces fell into place in his mind. “I was an attendant, but because I appealed to you, I passed the trial phase and now…”

“And now you are our Senior Concubine,” Luna finished. “The role of attendant is largely superfluous. Our alicorn magic is more than capable of performing all their tasks with greater efficiency. The position only exists as an entry level for potential concubines. As there are complications in seeking out concubines directly, since most who would apply for such a position are not what we, my sister and I, would be interested in, the attendant was conceived to help build intimacy with those we might be interested in taking to bed.” Luna concluded by wrapping both arms around Thomas and pulling him close, his head slipping between her breasts as her heart beat became more pronounced. “You passed.”

Thomas rested his arms on top of Luna’s and just rested against her, listening to the sounds of her beating heart and churning stomach. Her warmth was intoxicating and the large meal threatened to send him to sleep in her embrace. It was moments like this when Thomas wondered if perhaps his job of concubine was more than a job, but he dismissed those thoughts. Briefly he considered asking, but concluded that he’d only get laughed at for questioning what everyone around him said this was. This was a job, but it was the nicest job anyone could hope for, especially him. He may have just been a prostitute, someone paid to pretend to be a companion, but he liked it. He liked being with Luna. Even the idea of getting ‘coworkers’ didn’t seem so daunting while they were like this. Speaking of which…

“So what’s gonna happen with Midnight Chain, Starry Sky, and Lunar Stone?”

“Most likely they shall be transferred to a different branch of the night court staff, perhaps as maids,” Luna admitted with a discontented sigh. “Then again, they may elect to seek jobs elsewhere. Of course they shall be compensated for the next two weeks in apology for their dismissal. We shall need to do so in person,” Luna fidgeted uncomfortably. “Even if they did not appeal to us, dismissing ponies as nice as them is never pleasant, but we owe it to them to do so face to face. You might do well to occupy yourself elsewhere during that time.”

Thomas nodded somberly. It sucked that they were going to be fired, but that was the nature of working. If you didn’t perform to the boss’s approval, you didn’t get to keep getting paid. This sobering thought lead Thomas to wonder exactly how secure his own position was.

“Enough of these sad discussions of what will not be,” Luna sat up as her magic gripped the tray and levitated it over to the cart. She parted her thighs until Thomas’ rump fell to the mattress beneath as her massive alicorn legs crossed around him. “Do you wish to hear an embarrassing secret,” she whispered playfully into his ear.

Luna’s hot breath made Thomas shiver within her grip, but he nodded slowly. “Sure.”

“Thy little soldier still stands at attention.” Luna added to her point by suddenly gripping his shaft in her palm, which she had enchanted to be rather slick and moist. “And now he is captured. What shall you do?”

Thomas breathed heavily as Luna began slowly pumping him. He struggled to pull his left arm free, leaning forward as best he could so he could reach behind himself. It did not take him long to find her snatch. “I guess I’ll just have to improvise.”

“Challenge accepted!” proclaimed Luna as they began their game of ‘who could hold out the longest’.

Sometime after the game, Luna told Thomas that he would have Fridays off instead of Thursdays. His only response was a huff between already heavy breaths.

World building as we explore the role of attendants. Sorry to say that Luna’s current batch will not be making a return. To put it simply, I just didn’t care much for them and couldn’t really imagine expanding their role in the story. Oh well. However, with them gone, it does leave a void open just begging to be filled.

I bring up being bent, which I had edited into chapters 9 and 10 as I’m rethinking herds to be more common. Anyway, liking only once sex is considered odd here, which you can imagine can lead to issues down the road. We touch on harem expansion briefly, along with Luna mentioning one of her fetishes, but at least with the latter she’s willing to respect his reluctance. Personally, I really liked the cuddle. Luna admits that Thomas appeals to her, which is basically stopping just short of the ‘L’ word, which she thinks is so obvious at this point that it doesn’t need to be said.