Not for the first time that night, Luna mentally scolded herself for allowing her gaze to drift down to Pipsqueak’s flanks.

Would you STOP IT already? He is your closest friend, this is no way for a mare of your standing to behave!

Her inner monologue once again quieted as the spotted stallion’s tail twitched briefly, exposing his firm, tantalizing—

Stop. Right. There!

She panted to herself, willing her legs not to quiver and her wings to stay glued to her back.

Although, she thought to herself, I must wonder if it is true, what they say about earth ponies.  About their... her tail swished unconsciously, stamina.

Pip lifted his snout to the air, sniffing at it curiously.  “Luna, what do you suppose that smell is?”

The Moon Princess put on a blank smile, conjuring an image of an old stallion in her mind’s eye to kill her arousal.  “I’m not sure, Pip.  Perhaps it is the alluring smell of a flower?”

She winced at her very unintentional pun.

Pipsqueak snorted, his tone taking a low, curious tone.  “I don’t buy it, Lulu.  I smell wide-ons.”

Luna blanched, saying nothing as the two friends trekked into a fairly new-looking establishment on the corner of an oft-traveled street.

Her stallion-problems momentarily forgotten, Luna gasped in surprise, clasping her hooves to her mouth.  “Canterlot’s…new gaming café?”  She looked over to her grinning friend, who nodded enthusiastically, taking one of her hooves in his.

“Do you like it?” he asked, smiling even though his eyes hinted at apprehension.

“Oh Pip, I—” she looked to him, then looked to the grouping of custom-made computers made specifically for entertainment purpose.  “I, you—” she choked on her words, growling sensually as she realized she wasn’t sure which set of lovingly crafted hardware—her eyes glanced briefly over Pipsqueak’s respectably muscled chest—she wanted to get her hooves on first.

“How did you even know?  You’re just…” she bit her tongue, refraining from saying ‘filthy casual’, “you’re not into video games, are you?”

He shook his head modestly.  “Nope,” he admitted, poking her lightly on the chest.  “But you are, so I knew that I had to bring you here on opening night.”

Her mouth stretched into an immeasurable smile, so excited that she was torn between beaming at her friend and crushing him in a bear-hug.

Pipsqueak’s head dipped into his saddlebags, clenching his teeth onto a ticket and releasing it for Luna to catch with her magic.

Seeing her questioning look, Pipsqueak cleared his throat before answering.  “VIP lounge, in the theater room.” He grinned at her incredulous look.  “Have fun!”

Luna’s hooves were outstretched, confused as how to convey her appreciation.

So, she instead grasped his head in her hooves and licked him from one side of his face to the other.

Pipsqueak stood at the entrance of the café, smile frozen on his face as a tuft of his coat pointed out at nothing.  His best friend scampered off down the hall as he made his way to the casual lounge across the hall, one leg at a time.

Pipsqueak smiled and nodded as Luna babbled directly into his ear about how ‘amazing’ and ‘wondrous’ her experience in the café was.

A few hours had passed since their night on the town had begun, and the stars were out in earnest.

“Sex!” Luna exclaimed, chuckling when Pipsqueak tripped over his own legs in surprise.

“I’m so glad that I managed to get your attention.” She said, rolling her eyes. She coughed into the crook of her forehoof, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like ‘pervert’.

Getting up, Pipsqueak brushed some of the dirt from his chest before addressing his friend.  “Well, you know me, Lulu: a whisper of your lovely voice and I stand at attention.” He wiggled his hips for emphasis, smirking when Luna gaped at the audacity of his reply.

“I was going to ask you where we were headed next, smartflank,” she said, wisely changing the subject.  As punishment for teasing her relentlessly, she smacked him lightly on the flank.

She immediately regretted it.

Pipsqueak turned slowly, biting his lip playfully.  “Oh Luna, I had no idea you were such an exhibitionist.” His voice had dropped an octave.  “But if you must know, I had planned for us to have dinner at a restaurant nearby.  Do try to keep your hooves from roaming until afterwards, hm?”

Luna sputtered as her wings spasmed underneath her saddlebags.  “P-Pipsqueak!” she hissed, shifting her hindlegs anxiously, “This is no way to behave in public!”

But her white-coated companion tilted his head in confusion. “What are you talking about?  All I said was that we’re headed to a restaurant.”

Luna’s eye twitched when she realized that, yes, Pipsqueak had said just that, with no sexual inflection whatsoever on his part.

That was no mere daydream.  Might I be…hallucinating?

She met Pipsqueak’s worried stare for a moment, before her eyes flicked to the space between his hindlegs for a brief moment, before flicking back up.

And does it matter?

Her best friend stepped backwards cautiously before clearing his throat.  “I think we should get going, Luna.  We wouldn’t want to be late for our reservations.”

Luna trotted forward, never taking her eyes off of Pipsqueak.  “Yes, you’re right, as usual.” Her tail wrapped around his momentarily, giving a playful tug as she walked past him.  “Heavens forbid we partake in anything time-consuming or immediately gratifying.”

Pipsqueak gaped, working his jaw as he tried to remember how to form words.  “W-what is that supposed to mean?”

He backpedaled when Luna was immediately in his face, eyes lidded and muzzle inches from his.

“What do you want it to mean?”

They continued their walk to the restaurant in awkward, horny silence.

“Princess Celestia!  We found something in your sister’s saddlebags that may give us some answers!” The guard stopped just before his Princess, allowing her to take the mentioned item from his mouth with her magic.

“Thank you,” she said, turning what appeared to be a bottle over in her magical grasp.  “Perhaps with this, we can—” Her spoken thoughts ground to a halt as she glanced upon the bottle’s label.

Everclear Thunder Dew© contains thunder, dew, thunder dew, water, alcohol, and distilled friendship.  Consumption may result in desires to eat faces, killer hangovers, and astronomical horniness.  By purchasing Everclear Thunder Dew ©, you accept all responsibilities and take your own life into your hooves. Drink responsibly!

Princess Celestia eyed the bottle incredulously.  “This drink is a diplomatic accident waiting to happen!  What kind of moron would legalize something this dangerous?”

The guard coughed into his hoof, shifting his tail awkwardly.  “It was your nephew, your Highness.”

Her eyebrows raised into her mane.  “Is this not the drink that was responsible for the death of seven nobles?”

The guard nodded, replying “It is, Princess, but the legal disclaimer on the bottle prevents any kind of persecution.” He shrugged.  “In the Prince’s defense, though, nopony really liked those nobles anyway.”

The Princess floated the bottle closer for a better look.  “Nopony likes the nobles, Private North Knox.”

“I’m Private Easterly, your Majesty.” He corrected.

Princess Celestia snorted, still staring at the bottle.  “And you honestly expect me to be bothered with remembering your names?  All of you look exactly the same.” She squinted as she turned her head to look the guard in the eye.

An awkward silence passed between the two while the guard huffed to himself and the Princess examined the bottle that made her doubt her sobriety just looking at it.

“Piiiiiiiiip,” Luna moaned, leaning against her friend in the restaurant booth.

To his credit, Pipsqueak resisted the near-overpowering urge to facehoof, instead addressing his friend.  “What is it this time?”

“I’ve got a fever—”

“No you don’t.” he interjected.

“—and the only prescription, is a bullet from your love gun.” She finished, obviously trying too hard to be seductive.

“Luna, stop making that duckface.  It’s a bad look and you should feel bad.”

The waiter, a snooty-looking pony, trotted up to their table.  “Are you ready to order, madam?”

“Yes!” Luna chirped, looking over the menu.  “I’ll have the stuffed eggplant and ratatouille, and I would appreciate it ever so greatly if you would be so kind to bring my friend here a sex drive.”

The waiter blinked while Pipsqueak stared on, mortified.  “I’ll have what she’s having,” the mottled young pony said quickly, hurrying the flustered waiter along.

“What the hay has gotten into you, Luna?” he nearly yelled, raising his hooves over his head.  “Ever since we left the café, you’ve been acting like some grabby maniac!”

Luna huffed, stirring the straw around her cup idly.  “Geeze Pipsqueak, I’m just showing affection to my best friend, relax.”

Pipsqueak shook his head, clearly upset.  “I’m not the one who needs to relax, Luna!  I’m all for some fun and games, but embarrassing me in public like this is pushing it!”

“You’re always the one insinuating, Pip!  It’s hardly my fault once I choose to reciprocate!” she hissed.

“That. Is. Flirting.” He replied, just as evenly.  “It’s joking, funny, and most of all, it’s private.  I’ve never once tried to bed you like you have me!”

“Well then, it’s a good thing I’m picking up the slack, isn’t it?” she said, crossing her forelegs angrily.

Pipsqueak sputtered.  “What are you going on about now?”

“For goodness’ sake, Pip, you’re a colt!” Luna exclaimed, throwing up her hooves in frustration.  “You should know, your mind’s only on one thing!”

She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.

Pipsqueak’s eyes widened, before narrowing and looking the Moon Goddess directly in the eye.

“Shame on you.” His breaths turned shallow as he tried to control his anger, focusing on the crumbs on his saucer.  “I thought you were better than that, Princess.”

Luna stammered, knowing now that she had really fucked up.  “P-Pip, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking, and it just came out—” she said as she reached a hoof across the table in an effort to placate her friend.

Pipsqueak shifted away from her touch, growling softly.  “Don’t touch me.”

Luna flinched, pulling her hoof back to her side and mentally thrashing herself for being so thoughtless to her best friend.

They waited in silence for their dinner.

“Private West Wood—” she started.

“Easterly,” he corrected again.

“—who do think is the more attractive Princess?” she asked, without skipping a beat.

Private Easterly gaped, no words coming from his mouth, the only sound in the room coming from his rapidly beating heart.  How the hell do I answer this? He screamed to himself.  The fact that she was facing away from him only made the poor guard even more frightened.

“Please, I promise I will not be offended.  After all, there is no right or wrong answer.”

Lies.  Blatant lies.

He steeled himself, making his decision.

“In all honesty, Princess, I would have to say that you are.”

Right answer, She rolled her eyes, sitting down despondently.  “Of course.  You’re just saying that because I frighten you,” she muttered.

Private Easterly frowned, cocking his head at the Princess’s mood.  “You do frighten me, yes, but that has little to nothing to do with my attraction to you, Princess.”

She lifted her head, ears flickering in his direction.  “Attraction, you say?” She swiveled to face the now-nervous guard.  “And what would you say fuels your attraction to me?”

He inwardly shrugged, telling himself that he had probably already lost his job anyway.  “Well, uh, Princess, you have, uh, lovely legs.  Very shapely and all.”

A ghost of a smile crossed Celestia’s lips, but she said nothing.

The guard blinked, realizing what he was saying.  Is she… But he shook his head, deciding to continue.  “And your mane, it is truly beautiful, I could stare at it for hours.” He stammered.

She held her smile, but the private could tell that it was superficial, like a porcelain mask.

He muttered to himself, rubbing the back of his head.  “Right, right, you probably get that all the time.”

She nodded.  “I do.”

Private Easterly paused, considering the wisdom of his next statement.  “Princess…your flank…like, wow.”

Celestia went rigid, turning her head so quickly that it was a miracle her neck didn’t snap.  “Pardon?

The guard shrugged, readjusting his wings to give his body something to do.  “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have some zebra in your blood.”

The Sun Goddess frowned, shifting her eyes to look at her backside.  “So…you’re saying that I’m fat?”

“No no no!” he replied, coughing to dislodge his heart from his throat.  “I’m saying that you’re very shapely and…kidnap resistant.”

The Princess mulled over his response for a moment, before she broke out in a genuine smile.

“If I may ask, Princess,” the stallion started, emboldened by their less-than-formal conversation, “why would appearances matter to you?”

Celestia sighed, rising from her place on the floor.  “I’m a very old mare, Private.”  She looked him in the eye, allowing some of her age to show for a brief moment.  “Even old mares like to know that they’re not scary and decrepit.”  She smiled wryly, narrowing an eye playfully at who was quickly becoming one of her favorite guards.  “Not that I’m going to forget that comment about my flank, mind you.”

Private Easterly snorted.  “Not that I’d let you.”

The Princess smile widened.  “My word, you’re certainly the most fun I’ve had out of you guards in decades.”  Her tail’s constantly winding motion slowed, flicking erratically from side to side, as if anticipating something.  “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you’re trying to seduce your Princess, Private.”

Now he was the one to raise an eyebrow, acting much cooler than he felt.  “Are you feeling seduced, Princess?”

Celestia eyed her guard a moment more, before turning to the nearly forgotten bottle, uncapping it, and taking a moderate swig.  Heat spread across her body and set her teeth jittering, wings unfurling slightly.

“Accompany me, Private Easterly,” she said, headed for her chambers while somehow managing to keep her composure.

“I’m feeling mighty low!”

After their silent dinner, Pipsqueak left the required amount of bits on the table—being royalty, Luna much would have preferred to pay for the dinner herself, but Pipsqueak didn’t look like he was in the mood to debate her anyway.

They stepped out into the late-night atmosphere, shivering slightly at the bite of the cold.

Pipsqueak turned and started walking down the street.

Speaking for the first time in over an hour, Luna caught up to him and said “Where are we going next?”

“I’m going home,” he replied, not taking his eyes off of the road.

Luna’s voice choked in her throat, before she sprinted ahead of the sulking earth pony.

“Pip, please, talk to me.” She pleaded, reduced to whining.

“Why?” he asked with a snort.  “You know all about dangerous colts like me, yeah?  You’d better watch yourself, otherwise my honeyed words might find me a way between your haunches.”

Holy hell, does he sounds erotic when he’s angry.  “Pip, I’m sorry, you know that!”

“No, see, Luna, I’m only a young stallion.  Why else would I want to spend a night with the mare that I’ve known since I was little?  Celestia forbid I just want to be around my friend!”

Luna winced, letting him vent for the moment.  “This isn’t just about me, is it?”

He flinched for a moment, before continuing his rant.  “Do you know how hard it is to be chivalrous these days?  Every other time I tell a mare my own age that she’s looking radiant—do you know what they do, Luna?  Because I’ll tell you what they do, and it’s not nice, not at all.”

Luna stood silently on the nigh-abandoned street, listening to what her friend had to say.

“They’ll immediately say that they’re ‘not interested,’ or that they already have a coltfriend.  Hell, some just have their brains between their fucking legs,” Luna winced at his uncharacteristic use of profanity, “and think that just because I told them that their mane is looking exquisite, or that I can appreciate the effort they went through that morning to get ready, they’re already reaching for the keys to their apartment!” Pipsqueak trotted angrily back and forth on the cobblestone, snorting and grinding his teeth all the while.

“Pip,” Luna started, distraught for her conflicted friend.

“I can be as noble, or fair as I want, and there’s always someone who tries get something out of it!”  He pawed the sidewalk.  “What the hell happened to being gallant just to be gallant?”

Suddenly, the young stallion lost his steam, and fell back on his haunches, tail between his legs.

“Cripes…” he muttered, brushing his mane back with a hoof, “it feels like ages since I just sat down.”

Luna hesitated, before deciding to walk behind her friend and place her forelegs over his withers in what she hoped was a comforting hug.

“Luna,” he grumbled, attempting to shrug her off, to no avail.

“Shut up, tiny,” she said, tightening her grip around his neck, “we’re about to have a moment.”

The two of them simply rested there on the sidewalk, completely alone except for a few stragglers here and there.  Luna hmmed as she rested her head on his shoulder, before sitting down and pulling her younger friend into her lap.  Her heart sighed as well when she heard his breathing speed up, and felt the th-thud of his own heart resonate through him.

“You’ve grown up,” she said, squeezing her hooves around his stomach.

“I noticed,” he replied, rolling his eyes even though he knew she wouldn’t be able to see it.

“Even when you were smaller than my knee, you were always the dashing little rogue.”  She smiled as Pipsqueak groaned underneath her.  “Always defending my honor when it was insulted, or rushing to help somepony just because they needed it.” She nipped his ear playfully, enjoying the sight of him fidgeting.

It didn’t hurt that the way his tail twitched against her was more than delightful, but she banished that thought to the back of her mind.

“I’m sorry, truly, Pipsqueak.” She said, reaching forward with her long neck and nuzzling him under his chin.  “I wasn’t myself this evening, and I ended up offending my closest friend because of my lack of restraint.”

Pipsqueak was silent for a moment, before he slowly returned her nuzzle.  “How long?” he asked.  He didn’t need to say what for.

Luna hugged him tighter for a moment, before replying, her voice much smaller than usual.  “Will you promise not to be mad?” she meeped.

He promised.

Luna sighed, blowing the wisps of her mane back from her forehead.  “It was a subtle sort of thing, actually.  Celestia and I had gotten back into the mix of things, and the more efficient we became at dividing our time as rulers, the more time we had to ourselves.  She spent more time with her student, Twilight Sparkle, and I, well,” she chuckled, sitting back and rubbing Pipsqueak on the top of his head, “I had a little colt with a big heart to get to know.”

His tail flicked forward for a moment, bringing a jolt of silent pleasure to the Princess’s nether regions.  Still, for the sake of her composure, she continued speaking.

“For so long, we would talk about the things that interested us, and I would not have to be an immortal monarch, and you wouldn’t be 'just some little whelp that doesn't know what he's talking about'.  I would tell you stories from when I was your age, and you would always manage to astound me with some of your insight and innocence.”  She swallowed.  “And then…”

“And then?” Pipsqueak prodded, leaning in closer into her embrace.

She sighed, unconsciously rubbing herself against his tail in response.  “And then, one night, I woke up to go see you again, and I had realized how much you had grown.”

Luna turned his gently, making sure to look her friend in the eyes for what she said next.  “You were still the dashing rogue from when you were a colt…but at the foot of my bed, where a stubby little pony once stood, there was a caring, honest-hearted, one-of-a-kind stallion.”

The heat that had run to his face was so intense, she could feel it without even being in contact with his skin.

“And Pipsqueak, how you had changed.” She crooned, rubbing his chest lightly with one hoof.  “I mean, sure you had your personality and all, but your voice was so debonair, and your chest—” she visibly shook at this.  “And Pip, oh my, your flanks,” she said, much to the amusement and slight mortification of her friend.  “You must have some zebra blood in you, because those flanks.”

Pipsqueak’s breath had returned to its previous heightened speed, and Luna realized that the two of them had been getting far too excited to be publicly acceptable.

Feeling a sudden impulse, Luna turned to Pipsqueak’s neck, running her lips over it and nipping at it occasionally.  He moaned quietly as he pushed back into her, hooves scraping on the cobblestone street.

“It’s only fair that I give my two cents too,” he muttered, bracing himself by putting a hoof against Luna’s thigh.

“Pardon?” she murmured, still occupied with caressing his strong, taut withers.

“When I was…getting older,” he said, settling against Luna’s stomach, “I had realized the difference between fillies and colts.  My friends were changing, and I guess you could say that attraction started setting in.  For them, at least.”

Luna continued nipping at his neck, pleased that he hadn’t asked her to stop.

“Mmm, then, of course, when I lost that ignorance that only a foal has, I noticed that I was looking at you differently too.”

Luna raised an eyebrow at his confession, chewing on his ear idly as she listened.

“At first,” he admitted, “I was...ashamed that I was picturing the two of us in such a fashion.  I thought it was some detestable perversion of the bond that we shared.” He blushed.  “For the longest time, I had wanted to know if your cutie mark was one solid mass, or if it split under…you know.”

Luna smirked.  Who knows?  Maybe we’ll both find out.

“Then,” he said, gulping, “I found myself wondering what it would be like to…be with you, if you will.” He chuckled nervously.  “Forgive me for sounding like a hypocrite, but until I could get a hold of myself, it was all that I would think about.” He brushed his tail against Luna’s thigh, intentionally this time, prompting a surprised squeal from the Moon Goddess.  “I found myself in so many moral kerfuffles—”

Luna snorted childishly.  “Kerfuffles,” she muttered.

“—about the silliest little things.”  His voice dropped an octave as he put a hoof over one of Luna’s forelegs.  “I know how you like to submit, Lulu.” He admitted quietly.  “How you crave subjugation.  I wouldn’t blame you for it, seeing as how you’re always in control of an entire country and such.  So,” he said, taking on a tone that was both sensuous and contemplative, “I would wonder, ‘Would I take her from behind and give her what she wants?  Or would I be selfish and lay her on her back, so that I could look at her?’”

Luna noticed that her breath was shallow, and had to press down the wings that had become partially erect.

Pipsqueak sighed, rubbing her hoof.  “Eventually, though, I knew that you would never accept it.  After all, I was just some growing colt with hormones on the mind. So, I killed my ambitions and grew up.”

The Princess had managed to control her emotions long enough to not sound desperate when she opened her mouth next.  “But why?  Why not some other mare that you knew?  Surely you could find something closer to home.  Why me?”

Pipsqueak chuckled, leaning into his Princess’s embrace.  “Because I trust you.”

Luna’s eyes widened.  She could feel a shock of electricity running down her spine, and a need that needed to be addressed very, very soon.  It was the kind of feeling that one possesses when they desperately need to pee, but they are wrapped tight in a blanket, behind a heavy door, and the bathroom is on the other side of the house, up the stairs and behind two rooms that may or may not be locked.

“Pip,” she said, gasping.  Her excitement, she feared, was rubbing against Pipsqueak’s tail, and could be anypony that happened to walk past at any given moment.

“Yes?” he asked innocently, completely aware of her ‘situation’.

“If you would do me the honor of following me back to my chambers and rutting me into next week, I would be ever so grateful.” In her arousal, she had to restrain herself from using the Royal Canterlot voice, which would have been a mistake that would cause even greater harm to her already tenuous public image.

She gaped as Pipsqueak tapped his chin in mock-contemplation—the little bastard was actually taking his sweet time!

“Will there be candy?” he asked.

“Yes!” she nearly howled.  “Of the everlasting variety!”

“I accept.” Pipsqueak said, a small smile on his face.

As she immediately focused her magic around the two of them, Luna’s horn began to glow a dull blue.

“Ooh, are we going to be teleporting?” her calico-coated friend asked eagerly.

It was a testament to Luna’s skill as a spellcaster that she could speak while using magic.  “No, it’s far too flashy for where we’re going.  We shall be using a much quieter form of travel called disapparation.”

“Sounds fun!” Pipsqueak squeaked, latching on to Luna’s withers.

“Prepare to be disappointed,” she replied.

The two of them sped off into the distance, leaving with not as much as a whisper.

As she approached her room, Luna felt a vague sense of foreboding.

I know I remembered to keep the window open.  What could it be—

Just as soon as she touched down, Luna sped back into the air, racing along the corridors towards her sister’s room.

NOPENOPENOPENOPE

Private Easterly looked up, releasing his Princess’s hair from his mouth.  “Did you hear something?”

“No!” she moaned, wrapping her tail around the guard who had stopped so suddenly in the middle of their ‘rendezvous’.

He shrugged, before lining himself back up with Celestia’s hips and continuing his sacred duty.

Meanwhile, Princess Luna and Pipsqueak landed in Celestia’s room, Luna panting with both exertion and surprise, while Pipsqueak wobbled toward the nearest wastebasket.

“I immediately regret this decision!” he moaned, dry heaving into a trash can.

“Celestia, having relations on my bed?” she screeched.  “How dare she!”  Luna turned, grabbing Pipsqueak by the tail with her mouth and dragging him to Celestia’s incredibly large bed, spacious enough to accommodate at least four alicorns of her size.  “We shall pay back her transgressions ten-fold!” Luna vowed, sitting on her haunches and spreading her wings defiantly.  “Pipsqueak!  Make it extra sloppy!”

Pipsqueak nodded, laying down on his back, legs in the air.  “Alright, Lulu, do your worst.”

Luna frowned, flapping her wings impatiently.  “I thought we were agreed on copulation?”

Pip rolled his eyes, waving his tail.  “You could at least try to be romantic, Lulu. There needs to be foreplay first, you can’t just ‘go for the gold’ right away.”

Luna sighed, complying as she walked over and positioned herself over her enthusiastic friend.  “Alright, but I thought you would be taking the reins?” she said, for lack of a better euphemism.

Pip grinned, wrapping both hooves around her back.  “I don’t recall saying that I wasn’t going to.”  He darted forward and ensnared her in a kiss that both of them had been waiting far too long for.  His tongue pushed against hers defiantly, beating it against the walls of her mouth like it owed him money.  Distracted by his finesse, Luna moaned as he caressed her wings at the same time, moving his hooves just as she had imagined earlier that day.  Every part of his body was in motion, his hindlegs subtly spreading hers to weaken her stance on the bed, before she finally fell with a yelp.  Before she could react, Pipsqueak wrapped his hindlegs around her waist, holding her in place as he slowly ground his stallionhood against her quivering lips.

Luna tried to pull away, being overcome with too much sensation in too little time.  Pipsqueak’s iron grip prevented it, however, and she was forced to moan into his mouth, legs and wings quivering.

Seemingly content with their kissing, Pipsqueak released the moon princess from his grip, taking advantage of her surprise by flipping her onto her back, then seizing her hindlegs so that her stomach was facing him and her marehood leveled with his face.

Luna was shocked from being moved so quickly, though she couldn’t deny her satisfaction with how the younger pony had taken charge of their lovemaking.  She only had a single problem…

“Ah, Pip, I’m kind of…stuck,” she said, buried to her forehead in her sister’s bed due to her horn.  She was level with his bottom, and she had to admit, she was impressed.

I guess the name Pipsqueak only really applied to him in his youth.  She gulped.  I just hope I don’t get split in half!

Pipsqueak laughed heartily, nipping Luna on one of her cheeks, to her surprise.  “Well then, I’d say that you’re right where I want you.” He pulled her hindlegs, bringing her hips closer to his face, before hugging her torso tightly, driving his lips into her marehood.

It was all Luna could do to wiggle in place, flailing her legs around madly as her wings flapped frantically.  “GAH!  Please, do try to show some resTRAINT!” she screeched when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Pipsqueak ignored her, burying his face into her nethers as Luna desperately grabbed at a nearby pillow to scream into.  Eventually, he found her throbbing clitoris, despite the lack of light in the room, and centered his lips around it, sucking hard while Luna beat her hooves furiously into the bedframe.  After a few more seconds of tortuous please, her mouth opened in a silent scream, wings stiffening as she felt the immediate rise of an orgasm.  A powerful trembling from her stomach wracked her body, heat rising to her marehood as her legs slackened, held up only by Pipsqueak’s forelegs.  Her scent coated her stallion’s snout as she came, and he staggered from the force of it, before licking up the last bits of moisture from around her thighs.

“Sorry,” she moaned, panting into the bed.  “It’s been a couple of centuries since that last happened.”

Pipsqueak rubbed her flank sympathetically, making a cooing sound.  “Aww, poor baby.” He kissed her on her cutie mark, pulling her from the bed as he sat her on her stomach.  “I’ll be sure to help you catch up on what you’ve missed.”

He urged her to stand up.  “Haunches up, Lulu,” he coaxed.

She groaned pathetically.  “But my legs are so tired…”

Pipsqueak smacked her lightly, but firmly, on her flank.  “Haunches up.”

Hello!  She complied, raising her bottom against his stomach.  Her tail lifted, moving around Pipsqueak’s back to intertwine with his own tail.

“Any special requests?” he asked, positioning his member with her lower lips, head poised at her entrance.

“Fuck me until your seed runs down my legs,” she said, growling lightly.  “And then some more, for good measure.”

Pipsqueak nodded, delighting in how sexy Luna could be when she wasn’t acting like a clumsy fool.  “Sounds fair enough.”  He pushed forward into her narrow hips in one fluid motion, not stopping until his pelvis met the small of her ass.

She was so tight, he marveled, he had to congratulate himself on not coming immediately inside of her.

“Well?” Luna said impatiently, gathering her breath for the extremely strenuous activity that was undoubtedly soon to follow.  She looked over her shoulder, eyes widening when she saw that Pipsqueak was sweating already.  “Are you alright?”

Pipsqueak panted, breathing slowly for a moment before he nodded in reply.  “Yeah, I just…let me get adjusted to this.”

Luna waited patiently for her stallion to recompose himself, sighing in relief when he once again planted both of his forelegs on either side of her and drew his hips back.  She giggled when she realized that the tightness of their joining was causing her to move slightly backwards as well, before he once again was connected to her only by the tip.

Luna looked over her shoulder, smirking at the calico-coated stallion penetrating her.  “Aww, poor baby.  Should Miss Lulu go get you some milk?” she asked, pouting her lips and wiggling her hips to tease him.

Pipsqueak narrowed his eyes, the only hint that he was going to stop making love to Luna and was going to start fucking her shit.

He said nothing, only biting down on her neck gently, like she had done earlier that night, and then slammed into her, resistance be damned.

Luna’s patronizing smirk was replaced with shock, her mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back.  Pipsqueak had to fight to stay on her back as her wings struggled against his chest.

Still, he rolled his hips backward, pulling his thick stallionhood out of her before slamming it back in, enjoying how he had pushed hard enough to momentarily lift her haunches off of the mattress, causing the bed to creak.  He picked up the pace, making her legs lift and drop with every thrust, craving the sounds that resembled tiny yelps each time he filled her to the hilt.  Luna’s moans gradually grew higher and higher in volume, her arousal reaching the point where she arched her back into his, the top of her neck rubbing against the bottom of his, crying out her appreciation for all he was doing.  Her wings finally found their way from under Pipsqueak’s chest, flapping uselessly at her sides.

“Harder,” she moaned, pressing up against him as hard as she could.

“As you wish, your Tightness,” Pipsqueak muttered.

She wasn’t so far gone that she allowed him to get away with that, so she elbowed him in the gut.

Pipsqueak braced himself, and then really started shoving into her, minding the crude sounds of their flesh colliding and Luna’s frenzied moans as he decided to stop fucking her shit and to decided to start annihilating her shit.

He managed a few thrusts every few seconds, his mare rewarding him with an enthusiastic “AH!” every single time.  His force was so great that he was quite literally fucking her into the mattress, having to pull her back once in a while because he kept pushing her away accidentally.

Gradually, the two of them built each other up to another crashing orgasm, the feeling rising to their haunches like a scorching hot tidal wave.  Pipsqueak leaned down with his mouth, grabbing Princess Luna’s hair in his teeth, and continued to buck into her for all he was worth.  Luna laughed wildly as she was lifted off of her front hooves, pawing at the air meaninglessly.

Luna’s walls clenched at his member like a vagina possessed, causing his tip to flare inside of her.  The two of them let out tired, satisfied groans as they both reached their peaks and went careening off, the heat leaving their bodies as soon as it rose.

Spurt after spurt of ropy coils of semen sprang forth from her stallion’s member, filling Luna to the brim and causing more than a little to dribble down her legs in hot streams.  After admiring her legs for a moment, Luna made a point of rubbing them deep into Celestia's sheets.

Take that, skank.

The two best friends panted as they rolled on their backs, exhausted from what had transpired that evening and their recent activities.  Pipsqueak looked over at his best friend, grinning boyishly.  He wrapped her in his forelegs and pulled her to his chest.

“Again?” she rasped. Luna was by all means eager and willing, but she wasn’t quite so sure that her body would comply.

“In a bit,” Pipsqueak replied, chuckling deeply.  “Now shut up so I can cuddle you.  Bitches love cuddling.”

“What?”

“Nothing, Lulu.”

And so, on that most wonderful of nights, the two lovers rested.  And then got up, and did it.

Like, a lot.