Endymion leaned back in the bed, trying his best to hold out as Pinkie Pie engorged on his organ. She had proven a rather avid giver of fellatio, Endymion had no objection to give as much as he received, but the Roamani mare seemed to have a preference for his essence. Pinkie once told him his seed was as sweet as vanilla. He didn’t know if that was a compliment or not, but he chose to take it as a compliment.

Pinkie was certainly enthusiastic about it all. After their first time, she came up with no less than twenty different euphemisms for his penis. It was something of an inside joke between the pair, even though it came at the expense of Twilight giving Endymion an evil eye or Fluttershy blushing profusely. He didn’t understand their reactions, but given that his romantic endeavors were rather limited, it should really come as no surprise.

Such as now, as he struggled to keep from blowing his load into Pinkie’s mouth, only because the sensation of the mare’s suction on his pole was beyond the realms of Elysium. In all honesty, the action he was getting now was nearly as good as sex itself. Of course, his mother had called him into her cabin after she walked in on Pinkie going down on him that one time. The lecture about sex and responsibility he could have done without; he, like practically every colt and filly in the Equestrian education system, had taken Reproductive Science, so he knew how both the male and female reproductive systems worked, in theory at least. His mother was reiterating things he had learned and could recite verbatim at will if needed.

The awkwardness of that lecture was softened significantly when she drew him into a motherly hug and kissed his forehead; she was rather elated to know he had found himself a special somepony. She did find his relationship with Ms. Pie to be rather forward, but she had ruled over her subjects long enough to know that trends in romance and courtship change from generation to generation. She also expressed that she would prefer not to see as much of Pinkie’s plot or his stallionhood at any given time. She also wanted him to avoid having coitus in the galley, for propriety’s sake. He even had to sign a pledge to leave the tables and any other flat surface on the ship, besides his bed or Ms. Pie’s bed, as places to be en flagrante.

Being a rather private stallion, he was more than willing to make sure he wasn’t exposed in such a way, even though he was certain that Pinkie wouldn’t mind much. His Roamani marefriend was something of an exhibitionist, if her stage show was any indication. He wouldn’t change that, or any part of Pinkie, for anything. He loved her just as she was, but most especially when she used that sway in her hips to call attention to her rump. And she only did it for Endymion, though there were a few stallions on board (and the colt who served as a yeoman and the filly who was the ship’s boatswain) who were caught in the crossfire.

“Pinkie,” Endymion moaned, “I’m- I’m almost there-!”

Pinkie moaned in response, but didn’t relent of her ministrations. She kept on suckling on his member, breathing through her nose, which tickled him a little and kept him on the precipice of release; his climax was imminent though, so staving it off for the sake of his pleasure was becoming a harder endeavor by the second.

“Pinkie,” Endymion groaned, “I’m there! I’m there-! Oh my Faust!”

Endymion grit his teeth at the same time the tension in his loins eased; his stallionhood quivered inside Pinkie’s mouth as glob after glob of his essence shot forth. The ecstasy of his release blurred his vision momentarily. Pinkie continued to suckle him, moaning happily as she drained him. The wide smile and contented humming she made doubled his pleasure and forced a small but powerful climax to rip through him. Pinkie caught that last load just in time, though by the looks of her distended cheeks, she was barely keeping all of it in.

Endymion lay flat on his back, the sweat of his body absorbed quickly by the Neighiption sheets on his bed. He heard Pinkie swallow his load as well as the satisfied gasp at her intake of air. She plopped down next to him with a cheshire smile and the sexiest bedroom eyes he had ever seen. (He had never told his mother about the Playcolt issue one of his security entourage snuck into the palace for him. Thus, he had a pretty good eye what bedroom eyes looked like. Miss October of AU 996 had become his ideal mare until Pinkie came along.)

“Mmm,” Pinkie hummed, “delicious as ever.”

“You’re never going to get enough of my spunk, are you?” Endymion asked.

Pinkie giggled, saying simply, “Nope.”

Endymion was quiet for a while as he recovered, He was still reeling in the euphoria of orgasm and his mind was trying to collapse reality on him. He did want to stay conscious for a while, so he could watch his marefriend as she revelled in her post coital bliss. That sight alone could make even a horrible day so much better.

“I love what you did with your mane,” Endymion said, “that’s something new, right?”

“Oh, it is!” Pinkie beamed, “don’t get me wrong, I love my curls, but they have a tendency to obstruct my view. Especially when the view is so enticing.”

“Aww, thank you, Pinks!” Endymion glowed, “you make it worth keeping myself in pristine condition.”

“With me around, that won’t be an issue,” Pinkie retorted, “although you may put on a few pounds from all my cooking.”

“Or all my snacking,” Endymion joked, “seriously, you make some good cupcakes.”

“Aw, thank you, Endy!” Pinkie said, twirling a salmon finger on his bare chest, “I bet you say that to all the fillies.”

He grinned, shook his head, and looked at her. She was beautiful, her mane nowhere near flat, but seemingly managed into a braid that seemed to work down the side of her head, framing part of her face. She looked lovely, and while his mother didn’t want to see her plot again, he certainly did. She crawled over to him, stretching one of her legs across his own, snuggling against his side, and letting her large breasts press against his arm and side. There would not be moving for a while.

Pinkie looked sweet, adorable, and cute as could be, but he’d learned just how strong she was a couple nights before. He was strong, there was no doubt about it, but when she was snuggling him, her arms were like iron, fuzzy, delightful iron, but iron all the same. Right now she was snuggling with him, happily lying on his bed, or rather their bed.

He felt her hand drift south until it found what had to be one of her favorite parts of his anatomy, and she slowly rubbed, stroked, and played. He was sensitive, but he’d be damned to Tartarus if he was going to complain. He watched her bright blue eyes twinkle, blink, and slowly close. Her mouth opened in a soft yawn, and he couldn’t help but agree that today was indeed a lazy day. Or at least it was until there was three hard, uniform knocks on his door.

“Your Highness, permission to enter,” a Shetland sounding voice asked through the door.

He knew the voice, and the pony it belonged to. A lunar pegasus that was one of his mom’s personal Guards. He looked at Pinkie who was still snuggling against him, her eyes closed, and he grabbed a sheet, as best as he could, and pulled it over them.

“Enter.”

The door opened and she stepped into the cabin. Her coat was the same color gray as the dusk sky, her mane a soft midnight purple, and her eyes, her eyes were a bright and inquisitive yellow. She stood in the flight suit and armor Rarity had made, and she seemed to wear it well, perhaps too well. His mind instantly considered what she’d look like undressed, moaning and panting, his cock stuffed up in her… He stopped himself right there. He loved the mare beside him, and while Stella was certainly a lovely mare, and somepony he was actually good friends with, he didn’t see her as dating material.

No, Stella was too much like a perverted older sister. She’d helped get him his first Playcolt, actually pointed out the mares in it that were worth taking a look at, and of course she was quick to point out which ones had been worked on, or touched up by magic before the photo was taken. She took a quick look at Pinkie Pie, and he watched as her tongue did a quick lick of the lips.

“Always liked the Earth Ponies,” Stella said as she looked at Pinkie’s sheet covered body, “So robust and full of life. Plus, Ah’m sure she’s a wild one in the sack. After all ya’ve been lookin’ like ya’ve taken and focked the living living shit outta that filly a time or three already.”

“Classy as always, Constellation,” Endymion retorted, “is there something you need or are you here just to bust my balls?”

“Oi, laddie, if Ah came to bust yer balls, ya’d know it,” Stella replied, “instead, Ah came here on orders, ye wee bairn. Yer mother is callin’ ya t’ tha deck. Best be makin’ yer way there now.”

“Do I least have time to get dressed?” Endymion asked.

“Well, Ah dunnae think yer ma would appreciate ya comin’ up with what ya got on ya now,” Stella replies, rolling her eyes, “now, up to it, bonnie lad! You too, Ms. Pie.”

Endymion goes to move from the bed before he realizes Stella is still in the room.

“Uh, Stella, little privacy here?”

“Ya mangy git,” Stella mutters, “laddie, it ain’t like Ah’ve never seen yer stallion bits.”

“Come on, Endy,” Pinkie interjects, “I don’t think Stella here is a bad pony. A little crankier than I’ve seen before-”

“Oi, lassie! Watch it!”

“Sorry,” Pinkie said, then turning to Endymion, “race ya!”

“Wait- Pinkie!”

And so, Endymion and Pinkie rushed to get clothed as Stella watched impassively. The ledrflapper was mildly impressed by the crank on her young charge, seeing as she was seven years his senior and more experienced in sexual relations than the Crown Prince. She never once offered her “services” as a tutor in the area, even though Her Princess was willing to pay handsomely to do so at one time. Still, she couldn’t help but admire the hooman’s supple flanks or the way his nearly hairless chest glistened slightly with sweat. His choice of mate was surprising, but in good taste. The Prince had himself a good eye for pretty mares and unlike his adopted cousin, didn’t think of the filly sharing his bedchambers as disposable. Selene only knew how many broken hearts Blueblood had left in his wake, but she surmised it was enough to start their own society.

Once they were dressed the three of them went up to the deck. Luna watched as her son and his special somepony moved toward where she was standing. The trip had been longer than expected, but there was Mount Gloom in all of its glory. Stories of the mountain didn’t seem to do it justice. It felt wrong, the entire place felt wrong even from here. There was a foreboding feeling covering the entire ship.

Endymion noticed AJ, who seemed to be a hardened warrior in her own right, grimace as they neared it. The ship gained altitude, climbing up the side and toward the peak of the mountain itself.

They had began to cross when something flickered below them. There, on the mountain itself, appeared a lookout post. It hadn’t been there before, not to anypony’s knowledge, but now it appeared as if it just materialized from the very air itself. There was no verbal warnings, no attempts at diplomacy, but instead there was a thunderous sound followed by the very ship being violently tossed. Luna’s own horn ignited, and with her magic she helped right the tossed ship. Soon, her example was followed by several other unicorns, including Twilight. The ship stabilized, and the Lunar Light seemed to stay in a little further away from the outpost.

The outpost remained there for a moment more and then once more it was gone. In its stead was a small plateau. The feature was unremarkable in contrast to the rest of the mountain face. Luna studied it, her eyes taking in everything about it; she drank every detail of that plateau, memorizing every angle and plane of it. Then she motioned toward Twilight.

Luna inquired, “Tell me, My Faithful Student, what do you see?”

Twilight looked at the plateau, her eyes focused, her horn ignited, and she shook her head, “That’s the most advanced glamour I’ve ever seen.”

“It is isn’t it,” Luna commented, “Yet, it feels old, well crafted to be sure, but old. I’d dare say it is supported by magical batteries.”

Endymion looked, unable to see what they were exactly talking about, until he saw a shimmering light that flashed for just a second. He watched it again, and the shimmering light seemed to appear every two minutes. It was consistent, but at the same time it was far enough apart for nopony to really notice unless they were studying it. He watched the light itself, tracing it, and then he realized that it was hitting the ship.

“Mom, I think they’re looking at us,” ENdymion said, pointing to the plateau.

Luna turned toward her son, followed his motions, and watched. Slowly, it became apparent that the light was indeed hitting the ship, and it seemed to be covering the entire underbelly of it completely. She stopped and considered what she would do with the knowledge of a ship from underneath it, and the realization was that she’d be looking for weak points.

“I want three guards to carefully go behind us, gather some clouds, and pull them down around the ship. I want you to position those clouds under us, and condense them.” The Lunar Diarch ordered.

“Mom?”

“Son, a rule of all magic, no matter how advanced, any spell that is met with naturally occurring magic it will redirect. Clouds, even condensed, are naturally occurring. It will keep them from looking directly on us, and perhaps we will be able to use some diplomacy in stead.”

Stella took off with two of the solar pegasi and they began to find and gather clouds together. At first the lookout post was simply doing as it had done since the first warning attack. It scanned the ship, seemingly uncaring of what they were doing, until the clouds began to gather under the ship. When that happened it shimmered again, revealing the lookout post itself. There was no shots fired, but instead something small left from the post.

As it got closer it no longer looked small, but instead it stood easily well over nine feet tall. The being landed on the deck, its feet shaped like eagle’s talons, both made of some kind of shiny metal. It’s legs were made of the same metal, and showed designs closer to that of a minotaur’s than an eagle. It’s chest and arms seemed to be made from more of the shiny metal, but it at least looked to be a mare, or female, if appearances were anything to go on. The head was certainly avian, designed much like a great sparrow. Its beak opened, and from it came a thunderous voice.

“You are to remove yourselves from this area immediately. No foreign traffic is permitted beyond this point.”

“We mean you no harm.”

The being turned and looked at the voice. It stood there, unmoving, silent, for several moments before it stepped forward and caught the speaker by the arm. The moment Endymion was approached the guard went into action. Despite Endymion being a magi, despite him showing the ability to defend himself, the guard was still that, the royal guard.

“Release my crown prince now, ya whorse coont gargler!”

Without hesitation the Avian drew Endymion up to it, holding him close, a blade coming out from its wrist, and glowing a soft purple. Endymion had seen that light before, back in the ruins in the Everfree Forest. Endymion cleared his mind, remembering what he’d learned in the ruins, what Flintheart and his mother had taught him, and he used it. He called upon magic into his own hands, and struck against the form behind him. The blade retracted, the being backed up, and he saw where he had struck.

It had went through, and under it was dark skin, no coat of fur on it but skin nonetheless. The skin was the same color as a piece of caramel candy. The armor wasn’t moving to cover it again, and the being began to look at him, at the guard, and walked toward the side of the ship. The Avain creature glanced at the damage then to Endymion. It spook, now more surprised than authorative.

“What are you?”

The Avian looked at the Pegasi as they began to advance on it; it could see the lone human, and even behind the visored faceplate, there seemed to a look of shock etched in the platinum there. Before anybeing could do or say anything, it dropped off of the side of the ship and went into a free fall.

Determined to not let that coont get away with threatening Endymion, Stella jumped off after her. The lunar pegasus watched as halfway down a pair of shiny metallic wings unfolded from the back and the being shot toward the lookout post it had come from. Stella followed it, determined to put an end to the would be attacker, and she made it to the outpost right behind the Avian. As the ledrflapper stepped into the dingy little building, she saw the top section, where the head might be on a pony, melt away to reveal the creature’s very vulnerable head.

She looked to see not a horrible looking creature, but rather a mare version of Endymion. She had a long raven colored mane, eyes that were a deep green, much like that orange earth pony that had accompanied Endymion, and her lips were plump and full. A mark, not unlike a cutie mark but more simplistic and monochrome, was on her neck; it showed a sword, a shield, and a helm overlapping a circle in a solid color. Her breasts were on the smallish size, being about the size of oranges, but they fit her athletic frame. Stella took all of this in within a single glance, because that was all she needed. The creature went for a weapon and Stella got the drop on her.

Her own sword was held out, in a threatening manner.

“Ya want that weapon ya wee coont gargler don’t ya? Go for it. I want ya ta go for it.”

The other mare looked at her in obvious anger, and stood there. Behind her was a silver ball, roughly about eighteen inches in circumference, and in the center of it was a single dully glowing gem. Stella knew Magical batteries when she saw them, and that was one that was dangerously close to losing all power.

The armor she had worn had to be working off of that battery, and the strange mare was in no place to put it back on, nor could she get to her weapon. At the same time Stella couldn’t simply lower her sword, or call upon the others. She was stuck, as this mare was stuck, in the same place. If she lowered her sword, then that strange mare would be able to get to her weapon, the small crossbow, that was sitting on the table to her left.

The sound of hooves on stone made Stella relax, “Bout time, Ya wee coonts took long enough to come down…”

Stella instantly shut her mouth as she saw the dark blue coat of Princess Luna. She didn’t dare drop her sword, not wanting to give the strange mare a chance to run, and now her job was different than before. She needed to guarantee Princess Luna’s safety as well. She heard more hooves, and watched as two solar pegasi guards moved into her field of vision. Both of them had weapons drawn, both of them ready, and she finally relaxed her arm.

The strange mare seemed to be contemplating the actions before her. With the increased number of ponies around her, the likelyness of overpowering one was gone. She might have been able to rush the first one to follow her if she had become distracted, but the other three made the problem harder. With no choice, she inched back, nearing the trap door that lead under the post. Once down there she could regroup, raid the old armory, perhaps even find another magical battery that wasn’t so completely close to dead.

It was her best shot, and she knew it. Her foot felt the small bump in the stone that was the release button. When she stepped on it, she’d have seconds to get into the trap door, pull the lever, and hope that six inches of volcanic rock would at least slow them down. With that thought, she pressed hard, a clicking sound erupted in the room, and while the ponies’ ears swiveled to find the cause of the noise she jumped toward the section of the floor that had slid back.

Stella, seeing what had happened moved toward the section as well. The strange mare, realizing that she wouldn’t be able to close the door instead fled down into the bowels of the old outpost. Ages ago it had been used by three members of the now nearly forgotten house of Endymion. Three women that had dabbled in creating a sapient life form. They had achieved it, in some regard, but the life form itself was malicious, worked off of hunger than anything else, and it fed on the magic and life forces of others.

She looked at the purple stone that surrounded the area. This stone was that creature, solidified trapped, and waiting for a member of the house of Endymion to release it from its bonds. She couldn’t even hope to ever release it, not that she would, and instead she ran faster until she came to a door made from the same stone. In the center of it was a petrified face, two strange bubble like eyes set in the middle of it, and its mouth hanging open. She reached into its mouth, grabbing the handle, and pulled the door open before slamming it shut behind her.

As she ran she could almost hear voices in the rock itself. ‘Bow Bow Bow, nothing can stop the Smooze…’

Stella neared the door, her eyes widening as she looked at the face that seemed to make up the entire middle of it. It never moved, yet it was frightening in a way she couldn’t explain. Around her she could hear something deep within the purple stone that made up the cavern. It was almost like a mocking laughter and strange singing. She heard hoofsteps behind her, and like herself the solar pegasi seemed to be wary of the door as well.

Princess Luna approached it, and she withdrew her hand quickly from it. She felt the raw power, the malicious energy that made up the stone, and she could feel the pulse of something living inside of the rock. She used her magic, and when she did the eyes of the door blinked. The face moved, and slowly it began laugh. The purplish muck that made up the door began to leak down itself, and Luna stopped trying to cast her magic. The muck stopped, and the entire thing became petrified once more.

“Princess, what is that?”

She looked at guard who asked.

“Something dangerous that needs not released. Quickly, we must go back upstairs. I have no doubt she has fled to the outside by now.”

The ponies retreated back the way the came and upon clearing the portal to the outpost, they saw those left back on the Lunar Light waving to them, as if in panic. Neither Stella nor her fellow guards knew what they were on about, until Their Princess directed their gaze to an impossible sight. Facing their airship, with no sign of propeller or balloon to hold it aloft, was a vessel of unknown origin. It’s alien design was unlike anything built by the Minotaurs, Griffons, or even the Ibex but to even Stella’s night trained eyes, it spoke resolutely as a military ship.

The marking along the armored plated sides were unreadable, even to Princess Luna and the fact the hovered midair with nary a sound was astounding. And even though there were no visible weapons on it, the vessel hummed with energy; Stella was certain this thing had the kind of firepower to raze entire nations, let alone entire cities. She could see some of the Solar Guard launching bolts at it with their crossbows, for all the good it did. Like the mare they were chasing, this ship was made of a silvery metal and no doubt that even the most powerful cannon in all of Equestria couldn’t even dent the plating. Then, from within the hulking metal behemoth, a voice sounded, amplified and distorted.

“You are in violation of Terran Imperial Ecumenal Airspace. Turn back back now. Force has been authorized to deter you from continuing. There will be no further warning.“

“Oh, come of it, ya scarce coonts!” Stella shouted.

Without any preamble, a light emerged from the ventral bow section of the alien ship. The beam coalesced until it grew as bright as the sun; it lanced outward, striking the Lunar Light with rock melting heat. The magical shield aboard the Light held, but Luna didn’t know if it would hold. Celestia had tested it with a sunbeam blast herself, and did seem to hold, but her sister was still coming back into her old powers. This weapon was a few magnitudes stronger than Tia’s sunbeam blast and it was pushing her beloved ships defenses to the limit.

Then the beamed ended, and all say in awe as the smoke coming off the Lunar Light cleared. The ship held fast, but the bow had suffered some damage. The iron bindings of the forward planks had melted and the boards themselves had charred. The masthead, a finely carved depiction of Luna in flight, had burned clean off. A fury she hadn’t felt in ages surfaced in Luna’s heart and her eyes turned serpentine as she squared herself against the alien ship. She was well prepared to face off against these foes; she stopped only because she heard her son bellowing from the Lunar Light, calling her to return the ship so they could evacuate.

As much as it pained her to leave a battle unfinished, she looked upon her guards and signaled them to return to their vessel. All four ponies launched themselves to the Lunar Light with all haste and landed amidst concerned faces and some frightened voices. Endymion’s was the most afraid, hugging his dear mother unabashed. She spoke soothingly to him, trying to calm him down as her blood boiled. She had intended this to be a diplomatic mission but now that ideal was lying in tatters.

“Helm!” Luna ordered, “if the turbine is up to full spin, get it there now! We are falling back!”

“Yes, Your Highness,” The Helms-mare replied, then into the comm, “Engine room, turbine to speed, all available power from the batteries.”

The hum of the turbine set Luna on edge, but if they had the ability to get away any faster, they would use it, now. The turbine cranked up, at first slowly then if revved up to full power. The twenty or so magical batteries powering it glowed with a violet light, both from within the turbine and deep in the bowels of the engine room itself. The helms-mare turned the wheel of the craft away from Mount Doom with all haste. The enemy ship stayed were it was, as menacing as the very Shadow of Death Itself.

With the turbine at full power, the Lunar Light sped away, and soon, Mount Gloom shrunk away until it was little more than a dot on the horizon. Luna was still in a fury, her beloved ship a wreck by powers she did not know existed, but that fury was tempered by the quaking of her son. Endymion was a nervous wreck, even more so than the ship, and she could hear him murmur, sotto voce, that it was a mistake to come out this way.

“Sol damn it!” Dash shouted, “We didn’t even get any treasure!”

Stepping out of the Avalon was a single soldier in armor. The armor was plated, with a matte black undercoating veined in royal blue lines. This soldier was a woman and she met the outpost watchman with a smile.

“Nyota,” Legate Leilani Ourino said, “I saw the outpost go black. What in the name of the Holy Mother happened out here?”

“It was Equestrians,” the young woman named Nyota replied, “they turned up out of nowhere! I was trying to divert them, drive them back into their own territory but they wouldn’t budge. I had to shank the mana battery of the station in order to get up to their airship.”

“And what happened?” Leilani asked, “where’s your sheath suit?”

“Damaged, inoperable,” Nyota answered, “they had- You are not going to believe this, but they had a human on board! He- he used- I don’t know what it was but he blasted a hole in the armor! It tore straight through to my TKCA! I hightailed it as fast as I could, but they followed. I only just barely escaped using the old witches catacombs in the mountain.”

“You’re lucky to be alive,” Leilani stated, “but you said they had a human on board? Did he hit you with some sort weapon?”

“No, no, that’s the weird part,” Nyota said, “he just- there was an energy that pulsed from his hand and then a section of the sheathe suit was just gone!”

“That-” Leilani started, before recalling vague childhood memories, “that shouldn’t be possible!”

“No kidding!” Nyota replied, “it was like he was using magic or something. I know from daily briefings that the Equestrians can use that but human-”

“Wait, wait, hold on,” Leilani stopped her subordinate, “Magic? You think he used magic?”

“I don’t know,” Nyota answered, “but all he had on him was some sword, a really weird sword, like a Dragon’s Tooth, but filled with magma and lightning…”

“The Blade of the Magi,” Leilani whispered, then with greater volume, “it has to be the Blade of the Magi!”

“The what of the what?” Nyota asked.

“Praetorian,” Leilani began, “what know ye of the fabled House Endymion?”

Author's Notes:

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