Starstep and Lighthoof stood at Luna's sides, doing their best to look professional under the scrutinizing eyes of the assembled lieutenants. The faint dizziness from the drinking earlier in the evening wasn't helping Star much. The small meeting room was cramped, mostly taken up by the large red oak business table, which Luna sat at the head of in her over-sized chair. Five ponies and three griffons were in attendance, four on each side of the table, their attention on the alicorn while the soft buzz of the command center resonated through the glass windows. With a flick of her magic, Luna shut the blinds, leaving them closed off in the flickering lantern light.

Star took the quiet moment to study the other Night-Guards. One griffon was female, while four of the five ponies were. Two unicorns, two earth and one pegasus. The one colt was a sturdy looking dark grey earth pony who rivaled Big Mac's size. The griffons did not wear status stripes, so he wasn't sure at their standing, yet one look at the female griffon and he knew who was dominate here. Her beak was chipped at the end, three silver studs in it's side along with a silver ring through an eyebrow, sporting a wicked scar across her forehead.

The Princess gestured to the ponies at her side. “My Night-Guards from Canterlot. Lighthoof and Starstep. It should be noted that Starstep is my Shadow-Guard.” More than few eyebrows lifted and he found the female griffon studying him intently. Star willed himself to remain rigid under her intense gaze, swallowing the nervousness tingling in his gut. “They art to be trusted completely and nothing held back in their presence.” She glanced at the two colts. “Starstep, Lighthoof. The same should be said of these eight. They art the leaders of my Secret Service on this side of the ocean and should be respected as such.”

She started pointing down the left side. “The ponies art as follows. Sunspot, Dazzle, Shimmer, Bluebell, and Thundermane.” The five ponies nodded in turn. “The griffons art full citizens of Equestria and work diligently with the griffon kingdoms as semi-ambassadors in matters of security. Kurt and Leon.” The two males nodded. “And Lady Tatyana.” The fierce looking griffon bowed her head in greeting. “Introductions aside, let us proceed to the matter at hoof.” She looked to the female griffon. “Tatyana, thou spoke of another attack yesterday, dost thou now have a full report?”

The lady bobbed her head, her white feathered crest lifting slightly. “I do, your highness.” Her voice was sharp and cold. “A village on the griffon side of the border was raided and razed. We suspect it is the same group as the previous attacks, or at least a copy-cat.” She frowned. “Sixteen griffon deaths, including five hatchlings and three broodmothers. There was....also a mare living there illegally with one of the males. She too was found dead.”

“How did they die?” Luna asked, cool and collected in her monstrous chair.

“Hearts pulled out. Just like the other griffon killings.” The male griffons shifted uneasily in their chairs, the ponies wore a mixture of expressions from disgust to anger. “The mare was an earth-pony and apparently gifted with a quick death by talon to the jugular.” She glanced at one of the males at her side before turning her gaze to the Princess. “We...suspect her lover did it to spare her a gruesome fate. A lover's death.”

The Princess shook her head sadly. Noting that Tatayan was finished, she looked to one of the unicorn mares. “Dazzle, doth thou have a report of the attack on our side of the border during the same time?”

The yellow unicorn gave a sharp nod. “I do, Princess.” She cleared her throat. “Twenty-six deaths, two survivors.” There were sharp murmurs between the lieutenants at the news.

“Truly? Tis the first of these attacks to find living souls. Pray-tell, did we discover anything from these poor ponies?”

“Unfortunately, Princess. One was a foal too young to speak. The other...she's...” There was extreme discomfort etched on her face. “She's broken. Her mind locked up. I'm sorry your highness, we're doing everything we can to comfort and help her recover. She was a unicorn.”

Star and Light exchanged confused glances which Luna noticed and sadly shook her head. “Allow me to enlighten thou to what hath been transpiring. A few weeks prior, small outposts began to be attacked. Always units which combined pony and griffon guards. No survivors but all indications were of griffon raiders. The Griffon clans outright denied involvement and a few even took offense that we wouldth ask of their innocence. Since then, tiny villages in the wilderness hath been hit, often on each side of the border at the same time. The ones on the griffon side always housed at least one pony in their midst. As we investigated, we discovered something quite...horrifying. The unicorn victims were having their horns sliced off, the griffons having their hearts torn out. For the griffon-kind, their hearts are symbolic of their inner strength. Many an age ago, they wouldth eat the hearts of conquered clans to gain their power. Truly Barbaric.”

The alicorn's lips sneered for a moment. “Then, recently, we hath discovered residue of unicorn magic being used in the attacks. I hath terrible fears of what that may mean, yet without a living survivor to confirm it, we hath little evidence to go upon.”

There was a long moment as the two colts took in all the information and the others sat in uncomfortable silence. Eventually, the alicorn turned to the Earth-mare. “Bluebell. What hath thou to report of morale of the citizens?”

The light blue pony with green mane gave the Princess a faint smile. “They're all putting on a brave face, but word is beginning to leak out. Rumors and tales of the atrocities of the attacks are trickling into pubs. Tensions within the city between griffons and ponies look fine on the surface, but in hushed corners and behind closed doors, distrust and fear are beginning to spread. We cannot contain it much longer and must be prepared to make an official announcement about it soon.”

“Indeed, please write one as soon as thou can.” Luna frowned. “Tis sad to see fear rule my subjects hearts.” She paused to lift her head and look among her lieutenants. “This evening, I spoke with one of my sister's guards. There is no tension in the ranks as of yet, however there appears to be a group of griffons attempting to recruit others in an anti-pony organization. I doth not know if the two art related, but should be investigated.”

Tatyana exchanged a glance with Leon before raising a claw for Luna's attention. “Your highness, we also have been hearing rumors of such a group on the other side of the border. There have always been fringe rogues like this, and so we rarely take them seriously. However, if they are attempting to recruit within our very ranks, we may have a much larger problem.”

Luna nodded. “There was no talk of it at the Black Talon this evening. Not a whisper. If those griffons speak not of it, then it hath not begun to spread into the influential. Still...Art there any clans that currently have ties to such groups?”

“A few, nothing we can prove. Considering the weapons this group is using, and if they really have tapped into using unicorn horns, I would suspect one of the ancient clans having a claw in this.” She shook her head. “Still, your highness. We will begin to investigate the old clans, just in case.”

“That would be most helpful, Tatyana. Please report to me or my Shadow-Guard with any important information thou may discover. Tomorrow is a dusk dinner and ball with the clan heads. I should hope to soothe ruffled feathers and perhaps one of them shalt have a slip of the tongue.” She glanced around the table. “Art there any other pressing matters we need to discuss?”

The other unicorn raised her orange hoof to catch Luna's attention. “Yes, Sunspot? Is this about the dinner and ball tomorrow?”

Her nodding head bounced her rather long yellow bangs in front of her eyes, partly obscuring them from sight. “Yes, Princess. I'm afraid the griffon caterer has canceled.”

“Was there a reason given? Twas a very high profile dinner that wouldth have attracted her substantial business.” Luna placed her fore-hooves together, leaning her chin on them.

“I agree. She claimed she was overbooked and regrets being unable to cover the gathering. A weak lie at best. I investigated and discovered that her only brother was killed last week in one of these attacks. To...insure she was safe, I check her place of business and discovered that she had moved back to Saint Beakerberg.”

Long moments passed as the Princess looked down the table at the unicorn. A soft ticking of a clock over the door marked time. At last she exhaled and shook her head in defeat. “Contact Orangefeather Sasha at the Black Talon. Alas I didth not wish to ask her to attend, but one must make use of the tools available. Do whatever is necessary to soothe her pride at being passed over for the initial pick. Insure that she knowth that I specifically asked for her. Perhaps spin a tale that I had a disagreement with mine sister at the last moment after my 'fine' meal this evening.” The orange unicorn gave a curt nod, her bangs bouncing before her eyes again. “Art there any other difficulties with tomorrow's function?” The unicorn gave a quick shake of her head. “Splendid. Now...” She turned her attention to the lilac pegasus .

“Shimmer, art thy pegasus teams ready for air security?”

The mare snapped a salute. “Yes, Princess.” Starstep had to refrain from laughing at her rather squeaky voice. It was endearing in a way, made her seem meek and timid, but the subtle muscular curves under her coat and the fire in her eyes informed him otherwise. “The net-launchers and crossbows are in position.” She squeaked out. Starstep could see Lighthoof biting his lip on the other side of Luna.

“Please be sure to not shoot any wayward guests. I wouldth be most upset to explain to a broodmother why her consort had a bolt in his gizzard.”

“Of course, Princess. We'll be their guardian angels all night.” Squeaked the little pegasus.

“Thundermane.” Luna turned her attention to the final pony. A large hulking grey earth-stallion with a terrible scar running down his neck. He gave a bow of his head to the Princess. “Art thy agents in trained and ready on how to pose as wait-staff?” He gave another solemn nod. “Excellent. I know the Sun-Guards are on duty as security, but we cannot afford to wait for them to respond should something terrible happen.”

The Princess stood from her chair, bringing the ponies at her side to attention and the others to their hooves. “I cannot stress enough how important this event is. We must have some sort of understand with the clans if we art to advert shattering our standing peace with the Griffon Kingdoms. I know I hath been gone from the land a very long time. But I shall not allow the unity to be broken now that I am on watch. May Equestria always live in our hearts.”

“And the moon watch over her.” The eight lieutenants said in chorus.

Without another word, the alicorn turned and opened the door with her magic. With majestic grace she strode from the meeting room, through the command center and down an adjacent hall, leading her two escorts. The colts exchanged a few glances and puzzled looks till Luna halted in front of a blue lacquered door with a glass window at eye-level. “Lighthoof. Wouldth thou enjoy exploring the facility? I knowth of thy keen mind for tactics and may appreciate much this place has to offer.”

He gave Star another glance and shrugged. “Uh, yeah, sure. I'd love to, Princess.” She simply smiled as her horn glowed bright blue. A small violet badge appeared on a silver chain and slipped over the pegasus' neck.

“That shalt allow thou unrestricted access. Doth not lose it. I shalt find thou when the time of our departure arrives.” The pegasus gave a quick bow of his head before bounding down the dimly lit hallway, leaving Luna along with Starstep. She gave him a quick smile before opening the door with her magic and leading him in.

The room was simple enough, pale purple walls unlike the bleached yellow look on the rest of the center's walls, with a dense carpet that had a silvery sheen to it. Upon which rested shelves of scrolls and books tucked tight against the sides with just enough room for a large black oak desk. It was the heavy style with the leg-space covered by a panel at the front and a broad flat surface of polished wood. The top had a few scrolls and two boxes marked 'in' and 'out', a quill resting next to a ink pot and a box of sand for ink blotting. The alicorn slid through the space between the desk and a bookshelf to settle her haunches down in a plush faux-leather stool before smiling to Starstep and gestured to her side.

Returning her smile, the colt trotted up to sit beside her. Still slightly emboldened by the wine and ale in his veins, the pegasus leaned his head against her soft side and nuzzled gently into her folded wings, which prompted a little laughter from the blue alicorn. She lowered a fore-hoof to caress his mane and ears. “Thou art quite bold this evening.” He shrugged in response, wiggling his nose between her primaries to nuzzle.

Luna lightly laughed again, fondling his ears a little more as her magic picked up the quill, dipping it into the ink pot. She unfurled a scroll and began to scribble upon it working quietly as the colt continued to express his affections and enjoy the silky touch of her feathers and coat on his nose and lips.

“Luna?”

“Princess Luna right now, dear Shadow-Guard. We art not in mine chambers.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, sorry, Princess. Speaking of Shadow-Guard, I feel like I'm missing something about the job. The looks I've been getting from the others...” He trailed off.

“Can thou not guess?” She asked, quill still scratching upon the parchment.

“Well, I know you said I'm your personal guard. To always be on hoof if needed.” He answered, closing his eyes to enjoy the faint scent of her fur as he leaned his head against her.

“Mmm...yes, but a few other elements. Thou art indeed to be my shadow. This includes being my personal bed-chamber guard.” She smirked as she felt him stiffen, her crystal-shod hoof running through his unruly mane. “Whither that is to be within, or without, is at my discretion. However, traditionally, thou spend thy early day-light hours resting at my side.” She tapped sand onto the finished parchment, then blew it off the page with the ink dried before placing the finished document into the 'out' box. Her magic pulled a new form from the 'in' box, flattening it on the desk. “Thou art also to be my personal courier, becoming my voice when I cannot issue orders or edicts and generally mine eyes and ears to catch the things that may slip beyond my notice.” The quill began to scratch again, even as she spoke to him, hoof petting the colt into a contented stupor.

“Beyond your notice, Princess? But you seem to see everything.”

She gave a soft laugh. “Neigh. Note how the ponies and griffons acted tonight on the streets. All smiles and polite nods. Even at the bar they were quite jovial. However, tis a brave and happy face they put on for the sake of their Princess. If thou were to go out to meet the same ponies without me, I expect it would be a slightly different tune. Growing distrust, whispers of retaliation and where fault lies at the deaths thus far. Rumors and here-say abound.” She paused to tilt his chin up to look at her.

“I need a pony who will tell me the unaltered truth of what transpires within my kingdom. When thou told me of thy actions in dealing with Cooper, I knew thou would never hide the truth from me for thy sake, or even my own. Telling me such a thing could hath ended very badly for thou, my dear Shadow-Guard, and yet thou hath the courage and honesty to speak of it anyway. This is the quality of pony I need at my side. Somepony whom understand why I must do the things I do.” They shared a smile. “Know that thou still hath much to learn, yet I am please with thy progress. Thou seems to understand the concept of the 'Greater Good' and for that I am most thankful.” She turned back to the parchment on her desk, quill re-dipping into the pot to continue her scribbling as Star leaned his head against her wings again.

He listened to her gentle breathing as she worked, thinking of the evening. Then his thoughts strayed to the darkness that surrounded the attacks. “Princess...you don't seem overly sad about the deaths. You knew about some of this before we even came tonight, right? I mean, it's horrible what these raiders are doing.”

She gave a slight nod, concentrating on the parchment. “Indeed.” The quill hesitated. “I am saddened by any death. Even more so when it's a citizen I am sworn to protect. However, Tia and I took on the mantle of leadership to ease the burden on ponies like thyself. To allow thou to pursue thy hopes and dreams without worry.”

“Like trying to love an alicorn?” Star asked, glancing up with a smirk.

Luna gave him a little smile. “Tis true. After wearing the burden of ruling for so long, we hath discovered it to be...destructive if one allows the hardship and darkness in the world to linger upon one's heart. The Nightmare, she...” There was a quiet pause as Luna collected her thoughts. “Let us just say, that I must take time to embrace the joys and laughter in life whenever I can, knowing that the heavy crown is always awaiting me. This is how I honor the dead. It is why we celebrate a pony's life at their funeral, rather than weep that they art gone. They wish us not to wallow in misery.”

The pegasus gave a nod, ruffling his cheek against her feathers. There was another long pause as the alicorn worked before Star broke the silence again. “Oh, earlier today you said that Veal was cattle. But...cows can talk. Do they really...eat them?”

“My, thou art inquisitive tonight. Neigh dear. Over in the Griffon kingdoms, there art a species of cattle that is unintelligent and generally no smarter than a fish. While I dost not approve of the practice, there art some amongst them that raise these creatures purely for consumption. My sister and I suspect they and our cows, art both descendants of the same long extinct predecessor. Perhaps the magically infused wilderness and harsh life of the Griffon kingdoms caused them to evolve into simple beasts. I cannot say.”

Satisfied with the answer, Star turned his head to begin nibbling on her plumage. “So, Princess...” Luna rolled her eyes with an amused smirk upon her lips, awaiting his next question. “All that stuff with the dinner and the pub. It wasn't just to have fun, you were on duty. Weren't you?” The scratching quill halted.

“Thy awareness grows. Tis true, my thoughts were not wholly upon our time together. An unfortunate part of my obligations. Yet I very much enjoyed this evening's activities with thou.” Her quill resumed it's path on the page.

“Everything you do, it's for the kingdom and her citizens. Even on a date with a pony you say you love.” His icy blue eyes found her cyan ones. His burned with concern, Luna's a cold acceptance. “What does the kingdom ever do for you?” The quill dug into the paper and tore a strip away. Moments passed as the Princess collected her thoughts.

“It survives, giving a place for my pony and griffon subjects to attempt to live happy. That is what it does for me.” Luna used her magic to throw away the torn paper, pulling a fresh sheet from the stack. “Not everything in our lives requires a tangible reward to be worth-while. Because our encounters hath always been when my duties art light, thou hath not seen what it requires for thy Princess to keep this Kingdom running. Now that thou art my Shadow-Guard, thou wilst come to understand how much of mine time is devoted to her survival. Tis a miracle in itself that mine sister managed it for a thousand years without me. Tis no surprise she's now seeking to...'sow her oats' I believe the expression goes.” She scribbled off the last line on a document, sanding and setting the finished paper aside for another. “Art thy queries sated? Or shalt I find a task for thy mouth?” She raised an eyebrow at him, a challenging smile upon her lips.

Starstep grinned back. “Princess, did you know you're beautiful?”

Luna threw up her hooves, giving a mock-shout of exasperation, her quill tumbling off the desk, bouncing off her hoof and down into the dark leg area beneath. “There, art thy happy? The ink shalt stain the floor. Quickly, fetch it!” She pointed a hoof under her desk.

Without question, the colt crawled between her and the furniture to scoot underneath, retrieving the fallen feather with his mouth. Turning around, he discovered he was trapped. Luna had scooted her stool up, spreading her legs while resting on her haunches so that the limbs blocked the exits from the tight dark area.

“ 'rincisss?” He mumbled around the quill.

The alicorn looked down her chest at the faintly lit face of the colt below her. “Starstep, dear. Tis quite impolite to speak with one's mouth full. Be sure to keep that quill off the floor, I dost not expect to be more than an hour longer on these forms.” She smirked and turned her attention to the top of her desk. Star could hear another quill tapping against the ink pot, then a soft scratching crawled along the surface above his head.

Star narrowed his eyes, a smile promising vengeance upon his lips. As the quill worked overhead, the colt considered his options. He could sit here like a good little guard till she was finished or...

Princess Luna blinked as she felt one of her hind-hoof slippers being gently pulled off. A quirk of a smile played at the edge of her lips. Then she felt the airy touch of a feather circling the soft spot under the hoof, tracing around along the subtle curves of her ankle. She bit her lip and giggled gently. “Star, what dost thou think thou art doiiiiiinnnggg!” Her voice pitching higher at the end as the feather ran the length of her leg and tickled against her inner tights. A knocking on her open door caught her attention.

The orange unicorn lieutenant stood in the doorway, long yellow bangs half-hiding her curious magenta eyes, a rolled parchment held in a magic field. “Princess. I have the final report on the dinner arrangements.”

“Oh, splendid, Sunspot. Snerk Right here on hehe, um, desk would be fine.” The Princess struggled to maintain her regal mask as the colt below was tickling the feather rapidly down the length of her long elegant leg.

Sunspot tilted her head. “Is...everything ok, Princess?” She levitated the scroll over to rest next to the parchment Luna was writing on.

“Perfectly fine, lieutenant. I thank theeeeeeEEEe!” The quill she was using snapped in her magical grasp and her face twisted slightly in a vain attempt to remain composed as the tormenting feather teased along her belly. The unicorn was watching her with concern so Luna waved a hoof at her to dismiss the issue. “Please carry on.” She gave a very faint whimper and bit her lip as the feather found one of her mare nipples.

Sunspots eyebrows raised into the cover of her overly long yellow bangs. “Y-yes, Princess. One last thing.” Luna just nodded, top teeth digging into her bottom lip as the terrible quill ran figure eights around each breast. “Orangefeather Sasha has agreed to cater without any extra cost beyond the original price on one condition.”

“And that issssSSSsss?” Luna risked a glance down at the tormenting pony, her glare promised him horrible retribution. Star just smirked back up at her, lips clutching the feather, then resumed wiggling the quill down her soft belly fur.

“Uh...” She was staring at the desk till Luna cleared her throat. “Oh, yes. She said she'd do it if she could personally serve you a chicken dish.”

Luna placed her fore-hooves together and leaned forward so her mouth was hidden behind it. At first glance it looked like she was in thought. Though behind the hooves her mouth was twisting as she fought the sensations of the feather brushing the bottom end of her mare-hood.. “I...mmm...that is...ooh...Yes, yes, tis fine.” She sputtered out in a rush.

Sunspot bobbed her head, bangs bouncing. “Of course, your highness. I'll leave you two alone.” She winked and pulled the door behind her closed with her magic.

Once she was sure the pony had departed, the alicorn turned her full attention on the colt huddled under her desk. “OH, thou art a terrible little pony! Why wouldth thou torment me so?” Despite her outrage, there was a twinkle in her eyes.

Star spit the feather out, watching it flutter up and come to rest on Luna's shoulder. “Because you torment me back.” He smiled defiantly.

The alicorn tilted her head, studying the blue-grey pegasus for a moment, then laughed brightly. “Indeed. Thou hath finally learned how to play the game. I wondered how long it would take thou. Well played, dear Starstep, well played. Now, I suppose I shalt allow thou out from there, I have much work to finish.”

“No.”

“No?” The Princess raised an eyebrow, not used to being told that word. “Pray-tell, what does this sudden boldness gain thou?”

“It doesn't really get me anything. I think it's more for you.”

“Oh-ho? How so?” She smiled, curious at his intentions.

“Last night you did something for me. It was incredible, but when I wanted to return the favor, you brushed it off. You don't let ponies do things for you very often, do you?”

“No, Starstep. I do not. Tis...difficult. Most offer to do things for me because they wish something in return.” Her smiled saddened faintly.

“Well Princess, you know I love you. I want to do things for you because I want to make you happy. That's it.” The colt stated with a firm nod of his head.

Luna shook her head softly. “Neigh, tis not entirely true.” He opened his mouth to protest when her fore-hoof gently came to rest on his lips. “Thou also seeks to do things for me, because thou desires for me to loveth thou in return.” Star glanced away for a moment before nodding. “Tis quite alright and natural. I suppose tis mine own reluctance to accept our growing bond. Habit and doubt art terrible creatures to dislodge from one's mind and heart after so long. Pure and absolute trust is the most difficult flower to grow within.” She gave a sigh, her hoof stroking up around his head to caress his ear. “I suppose tis time we explore more about one another, and thou hath much to learn.” She smiled down to the colt, enjoying the way his mane ruffled around her hoof. “What is it thou wouldst like to do for me?”

He shared her smile, tilting his head to press into her affections. “You used your mouth on me, I'd like to return the favor and learn a bit about what you enjoy. I-I don't have a whole lot of experience, so I might not be all that great. I just thought it'd be something to relax you.”

Luna gave a soft laugh. “Tis been many an age since a pony hath preform such an act upon my royal form.” She gave him a little wink. “I would be delighted if it wouldth be thou.” She glanced up at the clock. “However, I hath reports yet to finish and it may yet be dawn before they art complete.”

“Could you do them while I...you know?” The colt asked hopefully, eager at the prospect of pleasing the Princess.

The alicorn saw the spark in his eyes and gave a gentle laugh. “Tis certainly worth letting thou attempt. Thy teasing with the feather was most effective.” She winked at him. “However, I doubt very much you'll have much success in this position.” The blue pony stood from her stool, fore-hooves resting on the top of the desk, rump pushed out behind her, sparkling blue ethereal tail lifting upwards and to the side to expose herself. “Let us see what thou can learn about thy Princess.” She giggled, watching the colt climb out from under the desk and circle around behind her. “A word of caution.” Her firm voice caught Star's rapt attention. “I...I am not ready to be mounted. Not yet. If thou attempts to do so...” She left the warning linger unspoken.

Star shook his head firmly. “Never Princess. Only when you tell me you're ready. I love you too much to try something that stupid.”

“Of course, my dear Starstep. I should never have doubted thou.” She gave him a reassuring smile before turning her attention to the documents on her desk. Quill in her magic field, the alicorn did her best to concentrate on the work at hand, all the while her heart was thumping from nervousness as she felt the first warm breaths against her rump.

(SURPRISE! Hidden clop-scene. If it's not your cup of tea, you can move on to the next chapter. You really should read the last paragraph though.)

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Starstep couldn't believe it. His heart was pounding in his chest, his wings fully spread on his back with the sight of the alicorn Princess's backside. Sleek faintly curved rump and ethereal tail that hovered like a blanket of stars just over her puckered plothole and mare-hood that nestled between her flanks. He leaned his head closer, taking a few deep whiffs of the alicorn. The sweet exotic scent of her coat was far stronger here, sending a chill down his spine and coaxing him closer. His nose bumped her rump between her plot and slit, making the alicorn give a little giggle. His ears swiveled about, still catching the soft scratching of the quill as Luna worked.

Star's eyes closed as he rubbed his nose up and down between those tight blue and black flanks, muzzle fur tickling the sensitive flesh in that region. He noticed the muscles in her legs jerk suddenly and smiled at her body's reaction. “Everything OK, Princess?” He asked her, warm breath washing across her mare-hood.

“Mmm...yes, Star. Tis quite nice.” Came her breathy reply. With a smile, the colt turned his head to press his teeth onto her tight rump, teasing her with the flat surfaces and pressure. She moaned, pushing back at him. Curious, the pony nibbled little bites around the side of her rump and across the crescent moon of her cutie mark. Luna gasped, turning her head from her documents to narrow her eyes at the tormenting colt. “Thou art a cruel tease!”

Star grinned wickedly, his mouth open and posed over her taunt flanks. Her expression was challenging, as though daring him to continue. To which he responded by biting down, making her eyes widen in shock and a long gasp of pleasure hiss from her clenched teeth. He held the pinching bite on her cutie mark and brought up a hoof to stroke along her belly. The cool hard surface of the hoof caressing her hidden nipples and sensitive belly fur. Luna bit her lip, lowering her chest and raising her rump towards him.

“Mmmm...Star...thou art not bad at this, clumsy, yet enthusiastic.” She gave a little giggle, somehow managing to continue writing with her quill. He took her semi-complement in stride, happy with the pleased little sounds the alicorn made.

Releasing her stinging flank, he returned his attentions to her rump, nosing between them again to kiss her now damp folds. Little bits of juices clinging to his lips as he tilted his nose to kiss again. She gave soft moans in response, softly swaying her hindquarters side to side. “Mmmmmm...more.” She demanded, her quill was now moving much quicker across the parchment..

Star was only too happy to comply, his mouth opening and warm tongue sliding against her cool coat, wiggling about between her flanks til it touched the damp folds of her sex. He curled the tip around in the gathering moisture, loving the scent and taste that assaulted his sense. Her soft noises of delight a feast for his ears. Here he was, nose deep in his Princess, making her feel wonderful, and it was glorious. Emboldened, the pony opened his mouth more, pressing his tongue into the tight slit, feeling the walls squeeze down on his muscle. He wiggled himself deeper, wedging as far as his mouth and long pony tongue would let him, loving the feel and taste. He tried to retract it to lick again when he discovered it was stuck.

“Uhhnn...'rinciss? Mah 'ung sss 'augh.” He manged to mumble out around the trapped tongue.

Luna turned her head to smile mischievously at him. Licking her muzzle she grinned at the smaller pony. "Oh, it dost appear I hath caught another foolish colt with his hoof in the honey-pot. Or should I say, mouth. Whatever shalt I do with such a naughty creature?” She gave a very gentle shake of her rump, tugging his tongue and head along with her. “Mmmm...tis funny what a thousand years of abstinence and transformation spells can do to revitalize a mare's body, dost thou not agree?” Star couldn't move to nod so she assumed he agreed. “Mmm...thou knowest of the tale of the mouse and the lion, yes? I free thou, and thou gives me one favor. Art we in agreement?” The colt gave a faint nod. “Splendid.” And just like that, she relaxed herself, letting the pony slide his tongue free, coated in her juices, much of it trailing down his chin in small threads as he worked the soreness out of it.

“That wasn't very fair. You know I'd do whatever you ask me to do. Why do you need a favor?” Star asked.

“Less talk, more licking please.” She gestured a hoof over her shoulder with a hoof. Star tilted his head in confusion, but complied, lowering his head down again, nosing between those fine alicorn flanks before dabbing his tongue into her cautiously. “Perhaps...” She began. “Tis because I may wish thee to....mmmm....there, a little harder.” He complied, focusing his exploration with his tongue on a little ruff spot he found inside her tunnel. She gave a little whimper and arced her rump towards his mouth. “Ahhh....perhaps...tis because I may ask something...unusual of thou. Mmmm...harder.” He curled and dragged the tip of his tongue against the spot, feeling her walls flex against his probing. Star pulled his tongue out to lap at the juices dribbling out and down to her belly.

“Like what, Princess? I can't imagine there's much I'd be against doing for you if you really want it.” The colt kissed up the edge of her thigh till his lips found her mare-hood again. Tongue dipping back and searching for the spot that caused Luna to squirm so much.

“Ahhhhh....yes...push....harder.” She moaned, her eyes shut and quill left forgotten to the side. “Ah...ah game then, my dear...mmm...Star.” The colt ground the tip of his tongue up against this spot as his fore-hooves came up to pull her tight flanks apart, giving him deeper access. “AHHhh...I art...nearly....Mmm...” She was panting, wings flared out on her back. “Ah-ah game. Thou preform one ahhhhct, act of mine choosing and thou may ask for any act in return.” She rushed out at the end as the colt retracted his tongue once more before diving in. Star opened his eyes to look at her up close and personal, noticing the way the lips of her sex flexed against his tongue and the muscles in her sleek toned rump quivered in her excitement. A bit of inspiration struck him as she squirmed about, moaning in delight. One hoof holding her flanks apart, the other pressed under her tail and began to rub the cold surface against her pucker at the same time his tongue pressed as hard as it could against the pleasure bringing spot inside of the mare.

The combined action got immediate results as she threw back her head and screamed in absolute ecstasy. Star was struggling to keep his tongue from being milked numb by her clenching muscles, his muzzle and chin doused in her orgasmic climax. He pulled back on his poor tongue as her scream faded into rapid whimpers, hind-legs quivering and threatening to collapse on the mare as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Star wiped a bit of stickiness from his eyes and worked his jaw loose of the soreness when there was a clearing of a throat. At the sudden noise, the pegasus jerked his head to the side, looking past Luna's trembling body at the same time her eyes forced themselves open to a half-lidded state. Peering in the now open doorway was all eight lieutenants and Lighthoof. Most of them with their jaw's dropped, Tatyana just smiled slyly at the pair and Lighthoof mouthed “Good job!” to Star. The messy pegasus could only grin awkwardly at them.