Chapter 2

        “Where were you, Twilight?” Spike asked. “I found your note, but why were you with Fluttershy all day?”

Twilight had just returned home at Spike’s bed time. She wore her dark T-shirt and her sweat pants from earlier, and carried her small purse with her. Fluttershy was back at her cottage, likely attending to her own chores.

“I’d rather not admit this,” Twilight started, ”but Fluttershy and I had a bit too much to drink at Pinkie Pie’s party. Or, I should say Rainbow Dash’s party. It would be sort of awkward to stay here, so I grabbed a change of clothes and headed over to her place for the night.”

She made her way to the kitchen to inspect Spike’s daily chores. All looked well enough here, except there were a few unwashed dishes. I’ll let it slide, she thought. It’s not like he’s a little baby, he’s almost thirteen! Soon, he’ll be worrying about bigger, earlier developing girls and the tall boys they would snicker about. Oh, thought Twilight, I don’t envy prepubescent boys.

“Okay, Spike.” Twilight walked back into the foyer. “You did a very nice job of keeping this place in order while I was gone, and I apologize for leaving you alone for that long with no notice.” Spike had an understanding, yet calculating look. “You gained a lot of trust from me today.” She bent down and gave him a big love hug.

“Thanks, Twilight,” he said through squished cheeks.

Twilight let him go. “It’s almost time for bed. Go ahead and pick out a story, and I’ll bring you a snack and something to wash it down.”

“Okay! I think I saw a good one earlier when I was dusting...” Spike’s voice trailed off as he ascended the stairs.

Twilight got a few chocolate chip cookies from the top shelf and a glass of milk. He may almost be a teenager, she thought, suppressing the awful thoughts of what was to come, but he’s still my little Spike.

Twilight read three chapters of a thriller novel, a rather adult one. It was the story of a spy and his mission: infiltrate Manehatten, find the secrets of when and where the Allied forces at Torbuck where stationed, what number, how many tanks, how much supplies and reinforcements they had, movements, plans, etc. and relay them to the Axis command. The story’s first chapter featured a bloody knife murder, and Twilight censored none of it. She was completely honest with Spike, and she expected him to not withhold any truths in return. Honesty was a virtue, after all.

Spike objected at stopping after fifty pages, his milk long gone. Twilight simply held her hand up

“Goodnight Spike, I love you.” She kissed his forehead and tucked him in.

“Night, Twilight, love you too.” He seemed slightly huffy, but could not resist Twilight’s motherly demand.

She flicked off the light and headed for the bathroom. Twilight brushed her teeth and readied for bed. She fondly remembered back only a few hours, as she laid in bed. She was not very sleepy, now.

Twilight had enjoyed a nice nap after her bath, and an even nicer awakening. She awoke, somewhat refreshed, to Fluttershy’s large, soft breasts pressed into her back.

They cuddled and fondled each other for an hour or so. They chatted about Fluttershy’s day.

She had gone with Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie on a nature hike through the Everfree Forest. Besides a brief encounter with some bats, nothing too eventful or dangerous occurred. That was followed by a luxurious afternoon with Rarity at the spa, where she was pampered, to a lesser degree than Rarity, for hours. Aloe and Lotus offered some sort of “special, all inclusive” package to the two of them. Rarity had dismissed it quickly, although it did seem somewhat suspect to Fluttershy. It seemed even more suspect to Twilight Sparkle.

The pleasant sensations and sounds now swirled around in Twilight’s head as she struggled to find sleep. She ached for more. Hopefully, she thought as she laid in her bed, Fluttershy will come and visit me sometime soon. I don’t need that strap-on again, but I do need something. Twilight rolled over. Someone.

She moaned into her pillow and got up. Twilight had been single since she arrived in town a year ago, and last night was a very unexpected release of pent up needs. Was it more than rutting? she asked herself. It felt so, so different than it had been with Amadeus. Yet, she thought, so similar.

It’s the exact opposite, she thought. Twilight plugged in her vaporizer and ventured downstairs for a drink of water.

First off, Amadeus and Twilight had taken months to finally date, and another two to lose her virginity. Amadeus loved to play her pussy like a violin. Or a trumpet, she thought with a smirk. Twilight ascended the stairs, cup of water in hand.

Fluttershy, on the other hand, was completely incompetent, more or less, on how to please a woman. Her personality, Fluttershy herself was the embodiment of all things cute and beautiful. She was so innocent and perfect it was unbelievable!

Twilight loved her for it, but it was so much different than what she had experienced with Amadeus. He loved brutal movies, violent video games, thrash metal, hard core hip-hop and gangster rap. He was a fucking drug dealer! He was dangerous, he was bad, he was a genius. Amadeus was intelligent, strong, emotion filled and hate fueled.

Twilight loaded and took a drag on the vaporizer, the effects lightening her body almost instantly.

She laid back on the floor and moaned again. Why am I so unhappy? she thought. As she felt her soft shirt against her stomach, a smile crept onto her face. The weed made her clean cotton top feel like a thin cloud floating on her belly. Stranger thoughts and images soon crept into her mind on a train conducted by THC.

She sat up and took a few more hits, making sure the vapor made its way out the window. Twilight laid back down, now on the express track to weird and exciting thoughts.

Twilight giggled and moved her hand to her breast as the THChoo-choo stopped at the “Amadeus’ funny sayings” station. He cracked her up every visit she made. Always, he had some stupid joke or hilarious story, every time accompanied by a funny face or ridiculous gesture.

Giggling, she closed her eyes and indulged in a fantasy. Amadeus was here, in her room. He was taking a drag on the vaporizer, sitting criss-cross-applesauce next to her. Twilight grabbed the vaporizer and felt around for the hose, her eyes were still closed. She found it and felt along the length like an escape rope in a black cave. Soon she found the end, in Amadeus’ mouth. He was still inhaling, his music-trained lungs had amazing capacity.

She sat up, still holding the pipe in his mouth. Amadeus opened his mouth wide, his chest resembling a balloon. He leaned back and held his hit in with all his might. They sat, waiting for either an exhalation, a blacking out, or an explosion. Twilight counted in her head. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...... 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30-

Amadeus let out an enormous hit with the force of a hurricane, coughing loudly. Twilight was impressed, and slapped his bare back in mock assistance. He gave her a “are you fucking kidding me?” stare after he could breath, looking right into her eyes. She didn’t attempt to make a straight face.

Twilight stared him down with a dopey smile. Amadeus broke eye contact, not moving any muscles except his left arm, handing Twilight the mouthpiece. Twilight took it without looking and sucked deeply, gazing into his eyes.

His brow tensed and his mouth made a twisted, restrained smile. Twilight was also holding back a laugh. She lost, unleashing the vapor into his face, and they both broke out into a short fit of laughter. His deep voice was betrayed by his high-pitched chuckle. Twilight sat on her knees in front of Amadeus and simply looked at his toned chest, his big forearms, imagining his strong hands holding and squeezing her in the all  the right places. Her gaze drifted to the trail of dark hair that pointed to the button on his jeans.

Twilight leaned forward and got on her hands and knees, perpendicular to Amadeus, keeping the vape between them. She could nearly feel Amadeus work her over with his eyes. Twilight arched her back and threw her long, dark purple hair over her shoulder. She stretched her arms and upper body by leaning back, sticking her ass up. Twilight rocked forward and stretched her legs, like a cat. She stood on her hands and extended her elbows and craned her neck to look at her ass. It looked tight and full in her red short shorts.

Twilight then rolled onto her back, and Amadeus moved over her, standing on his elbows.  Twilight smiled wide and looked up into his friendly face. He moved slightly closer, his smile fading only slightly. She didn’t move, only waited. Amadeus was moving as slow as possible. Twilight moved her hand to his cheek, and he moved at her pace, which was only a bit faster.

Twilight closed her eyes as his lips came close to their destination. She puckered and pulled his face home.

Nothing.

She felt nothing but the hazy air of her room. She opened her eyes and frowned. Amadeus wasn’t here, Fluttershy wasn’t here, Rarity’s tight ass wasn’t here, Applejack’s great tits weren’t here, not a fucking soul was in her room to relieve her painful loneliness.

Twilight moaned again. She put the vaporizer away and grabbed her secret Pringles can. She threw herself on the bed and opened the lid, tilted it and caught her little vibrator in her free hand. Another night, she thought. Alone.

I’m tired of being single. Her head fell heavily on the pillow, and she played with her toy in the air. It was pretty average, a dark blue, slick vibrator she knew all too well. Twilight sighed heavily and licked along the length of it. She proceeded to suck it just like a cock, pursing her lips around the tip and moving her tongue across the top and bottom of the tip in a circular motion. Twilight always started like this.

Before she knew it, Twilight had made herself hot again. Despite her vigorous romp with Fluttershy, she hungered for more. Twilight crawled under the covers and let her hands find pleasure.

Twilight parted her lips with one hand and pressed the vibrator, on a low setting, into her exposed pink. She moved the tip up and down, stopping on her clit and pressing down each time. She continued for a moment or two before prodding and penetrating her own pink hole.

Twilight’s breath was now ragged, her chest shuddering with each breath. She was nearing her peak quickly tonight. She dialed the knob on the base up to ten and thrusted it insider faster and deeper each time.

Fluids coated her inner thighs, her pussy squirted a small amount with each penetration. The dildo soon became trapped inside her, vibrating wildly, churning her vaginal walls. Twilight tried to fish it out. She just ended up sticking fingers into her cunt and pushing the tool harder against her g-spot.

“Ah, ah, ooah, OOah,” Twilight moaned, her pleasure was escalating with each short, rhythmless breath. “Oh, gah, shoah, Oooh, ah Ah, AAhh, AAOOooh, Oh, my fuck. OH, OOOAAH, AAAAH, AAH! AH! AAAAAAA-”

Twilight came. Hard. Her pussy flexed in intense pleasure, which was still escalated by the vibrator going nuts inside her.

Her cunt squirted the vibrator out during her climax, careening off her hand and rolling to the wooden foot board. She didn’t hear it rattle against the hard wood. Twilight went limp in triumphant post-climax fatigue and was unable to to hear or feel it for several seconds.

The loud percussion of her toy against the foot of the bed finally rang through her ears. Twilight immediately sat up and retrieved the slick, vibrating tool and fumbled at the moving dial on the base. The clock read midnight, and Twilight found a sleep free of nagging thoughts.

*                        *                        *

        The white marble stairs of the palace seemed endless. The troop marched in perfect synchronization to the open palace gates. The blue and gold uniforms were perfect, their instruments polished and shining in the bright midday sun. Together, they played the famous royal march, which reached a scheduled fanfare of a finale as the marching band entered the foyer of the royal palace. The music was flawlessly in tune and void of wrong notes, only the best of the best in Her Own.

        The band stopped in the center of the large hall, flanked by wealthy citizens and overlooked by the princesses themselves.

        “BAND tenHUT!” The band moved their instruments away from their faces, the percussionists put their sticks down with one large clack, all in perfect time. “BAND, ATease!”

Their feet moved to shoulder-width, also in time. The drum major about faced and saluted the royal twins, then took off his hat and bowed.

        The crowd gave a reserved, yet impressed applause. The show was perfect.

        “Thank you, Major,” princess Celestia said. “It is our pleasure to have the Equestrian Naval Symphonic Band to appear for a concert. Please, have your band proceed to the main hall and set up for tonight.”

        ”Yes, Princess, right away, Princess. Thank you, Princess,” The major replied. “It is our honor and privilege to show our talents and hard work to the leader of our glorious nation.”

With that, he turned to face the band. Not a soul moved. “BAND tennnHUT!” The band clicked their heels together and straightened their posture. “FORward MARCH” He blew his whistle four times in time and the band moved on the inaudible fifth tweet.

        They moved in a staggered pattern until they all went two by two through the corridor joining the entry and the main hall, the same hall in which the annual Grand Galloping Gala was hosted.

        It was noon, and there were five hours of downtime before he even had to be accounted for. He packed up his trumpet near the stage. Another group of movers had retrieved music stands and instrument cases from the bus already, and there was a small zoo around the pile of cases. The day was hot, but he had some tax-payer money and the MU planned to spend it.

         Every member of the band had changed from the stuffy marching uniforms to their military ones, digital blue and gray camouflage.

After a bit of checking and rounding up, the smaller jazz band walked down the royal steps to the city. The sights were amazing. The busy people walked slowly with their fancy suits and noses held high. Lurking urchins murked in alleys and gutters, traffic sped and shops had customers flowing in and out at a near constant rate. The sight of fourteen uniformed men and women walking ten blocks to a night club stopped at least one mugging, in broad daylight. The capitol was renown for scum and crime, despite its central policing and governing status.

The band soon reached The Smoking Salmon, an oddly named club that was famous for its history of performers that got their break soon after playing there.The club was closed, now, but all the jazz band wanted to do was find their way. The lead trumpet player cupped his hands around his eyes and leaned against the glass to look inside. He couldn't see anything.

The group split up and toured the city at their own pace. One sub-group went to the shopping district, another to a good restaurant, and the last and smallest one found word that a roller derby was going to start, so they found the stadium.

Less than an hour later, it started, and their uniforms got them good, not great seats and a free round. Uniformed people were generally respected. But in Canterlot, they were knights returning from conquest.

The entire spectacle was somewhat vulgar, but quite thrilling. Burly women raced around the oval track, throwing elbows and hips the entire time. They reached frightening speeds, and sometimes a gnarly collision involving tangled limbs brought speeding racers to the track. It was brutal, and he loved it.

This shit, he thought, is thoroughly good.

As time passed and the different races progressed, some team based, some solo, he continually tapped on his knee with his first three fingers on his right hand. The soloist was imagining the bright stage lights in Canterlot Castle Hall. The prospect of performing was far from new to him, but still as invigorating as his first solo in high school, which he fumbled harshly.

He imagined his German-made Cannonball to his face, the cadenza blazing forth in free time. His notes would be piercing and uplifting. The song would be remembered, his name would strike some impact in the audience and would cement upon the young and aspiring trumpeters in the audience. The next song, it had another solo. This one was flowing, melodic, and it too would be per-

“And now,” bellowed the PA, ”the final race, the event of the season ladies and gentlemen! The New Stalliongrad Spartans will race against your Canterlot Saints!” The crowd went nuts as the red Spartans skated out to meet the opposing purple-clad Saints.

Amadeus spied the clock, it was 3:00 P.M. on the dot. The fifty-lap race would not last long. He and the rest of his band would have plenty of time. If only, he thought, I could smoke a bowl. Just one hit, that would make this-no. No, he reconfirmed himself. The navy definitely frowns upon smoking weed. He had a urine analysis just a week ago. He assumed he passed, he had no reason to fail. The last time he smoked was over a year ago in college. With Twilight. Sadness seeped into the edges of his heart at that thought.

The race went underway, and before the first lap was completed three women were tangled up and on the floor. The final race had quite a few more collisions and fights, but it was over before Amadeus knew it.  The Saints won by a nose, a cute girl with orange hair managed to beat out another with a deep red colored, close-cropped hairdo.

This sport was his new favorite. Aside from the short shorts, the tight buns in them, cat fights, screams, palatable hatred, violence and occasional blood spatter, the entire sport was metal as fuck.

The screaming women on the court during the event were now heading back into the locker room, bruised and sweaty. Amadeus would give anything for a pass at the fit women. Nah, he thought. They’re probably mostly lesbians anyway. In a big group shower. Sore and in need of a wet massage...

The clock read 4:03, it was time to return to the castle hall and get ready. The group got up together, the lead trumpet, guitarist, bass player and third trombone. Amadeus managed to easily conceal his erection in the baggy cargo pants, despite it’s manly size. The walk back was short, they returned within half an hour of leaving.

“Good luck dude,” Axe, the bass player said to Amadeus.

“Yeah, kill that shit.” The guitar player, Six String, slugged him on the arm. He and Axe were also in a platoon metal band, Babylon in Flames. They were good. Very good.

Amadeus rubbed his bicep in mock pain. “Well,” he started in a sarcastic whine, “NOW I’ll play like shit! I use that arm! For... holding my trumpet!”

Six String put on his sunglasses and walked backwards, flipping a double deuce. Such was the humor among the group.

Amadeus found his navy blue tux with gold stitching in the dressing room. He milled around backstage for nearly half an hour, tuning with other trumpets and practicing the tough licks he had perfected.

Amadeus watched Officer Blue Metal walk into the dressing room and stopped playing. He had over warmed-up before.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,” he bellowed in his commanding voice. ‘TONIGHT,” he paused to let everyone know it was time to shut it. “We perform the first concert on our tour of Equestria. I want a flawless performance, and I know it’s in you, in me, in all of us to make that happen. I want this audience to leave tonight and want to buy bonds and send their children into the armed forces. DO YOU GET ME?”

“SIR YES SIR!” the band replied. That was his stupid signature.

“Then let’s put on a concert!”

And they did just that. The band filed out onto the stage, the conductor hid on the side behind the curtain, as was custom, until he was announced.

They played the first song without a hitch. The next song, the trumpet feature, was beautifully astonishing. The lengthy cadenza that Amadeus threw into the audience was unaccompanied by the band, and his solo sound above the silence gave him the highest exhilaration.

The songs progressed until the final piece. Before they continued, major Blue Metal gave a prompt speech, allowing every player’s chops to rest. The shtick was the same every conductor gave an audience towards the end of a performance. We’ve worked hard, blah blah, the time and effort these musicians have yadda yadda they’ve impressed me and made a mark on me for the rest of my life stuff. Amadeus had heard it since middle school, except it had become a bit more believable once he’d joined the navy.

He pushed all thoughts not related to fine playing or breathing, which is an important aspect of playing a wind instrument, aside for now. The last piece, four movements and three solos, was the most taxing one. The royal march was regal and elegant, triumphant and full. Amadeus almost lost an entrance when he lost himself in a particularly beautiful clarinet solo.

The final movement arrived, and Amadeus was unsure if his jaw could hold the high notes he read in front of him. Somehow, some way he willed his mouth to push air at the right speeds and his lips to hold out.

Tonight was it. The impossible perfect performance. He stood with the band, facing the standing ovation and recalled each song. He could remember only one chipped note. Only one, and that was in the final movement. Only one, it wasn’t perfect. 99.99999%, not 100%.

Fuck.

The standing ovation was thunderous, and the entire group felt the pride of a great performance. Yes, they had worked hard, and yes, they were great performers. The band exuded copious amounts of talent and discipline. Amadeus had never been in such a fine ensemble, and had certainly never had the privilege of unofficially leading one. It was new, glorious territory.

The group headed back into the dressing rooms, getting ready for final roll call and a short bus ride to the hotel. “AMADEUS!” hailed Blue Metal. “Seems we’ve got a pair of impressed princesses! This is for you.”

Amadeus set down his case and suit jacket to take a large bouquet of purple and pink roses. The hue was... wasn’t a coincidence. An envelope nestled in the bunch. It simply read “Amadeus”.

He took it and opened it. Inside was royal stationery, bordered with shiny gold lines, the message itself was penned by a skilled hand. It read:

Dear MU3 Amadeus Hummel,

I would like to personally congratulate you on an astonishing performance. You and the entire Navy Symphonic Band should feel honored and proud of your abilities shown in what you have all accomplishment tonight.

I write to you upon my elder sister’s and my own behalf. You are being hailed to an after performance celebration with your princess. This is an order. You are under penalty of court marshall and exile should you choose to refuse. Please make your way to the royal  garden, accessible via the grand hall you performed in. We shall await you on the castle green, with many of the audience members for wine, hor d'oeuvres and the like. I have one very impressed lady that would like to see you.

Have no fear, however. You may expect a quiet night of luxury and conversation is all . You will spend your night in the ambassador suite adjacent to the section of the castle that houses my own personal bed chambers.

I  have inferred that travel by bus, train or plane across the nation must become very cramped and stressful. One would surely enjoy a night of tranquility and relaxation.

Your endearing princess,

Princess Luna

"What’s it say?"

"Who’s it from?"

"The princess?!"

"THAT’S his last name?!"

"Can I come?"

Lucky  bastard, shit head, brown noser, nepotism is what it is.... Thousands of questions and comments flooded Amadeus before he could read past court marshal;.

“BAND, AT EASE!” Blue Metal actually had to use magic to amplify his voice, but it was effective. “Get your ass moving, sailor! Princesses are NOT to be kept waiting. Report by 1000 hours tomorrow, or come back with a royal bra.”

“Wha-SIR, YES SIR!” Amadeus shouted and saluted. Amadeus hated his CO for the final remark, yet hoped just that would be in his future. He quickly pulled his jacket on, grabbed his suspect roses and trumpet case.

The hall was clear, save a handful of hoverers and  stage hands moving chairs and stands. Amadeus could see the lawn through the giant windows and found the door that led out.

He made his way out and down the stairs to the lawn, followed the patch to  the center of the party and refused some mushrooms on green crackers. Celestia towered over several guests as they conversed, and Luna was not in that pod. Amadeus decided to approach anyway. Where one princess is, the twin is most likely nearby.

As he approached, all but one elderly gentleman ceased conversing. He realized he was disturbing a new silence and stopped talking soon enough.

“Ah, the newest virtuoso to grace the Grand Hall of Canterlot,” Celestia stated. “Amadeus, is it not?”

“It is, your highness,” he replied with a humble bow. This was the closest he had ever been to the high ruler of his nation. Celestia’s strapless, dark red gown fit her perfectly. Her wide, sexy hips and curvy waist were accented, definitely drawing attention from her cleavage. Amadeus was unsure if the effect her gown brought on was intentional.

“I believe your business is with Luna, my younger sister. She’s sure to be nearb-”

“Amadeus!” Luna interrupted, walking over from the direction of the large fountain. “So nice of you to come so quickly!” She was, like her older sister, wearing a gorgeous dress that showed off her femininity. Luna, however was a head shorter than Celestia, and at least one cup size smaller. Amadeus found her slim figure very attractive, especially in her blue and black dress. “If you would please excuse us, sister. Citizens. We’ve a tour planned for our esteemed guest and it is to go underway immediately.”

Stunned, Amadeus was led by the sleeve around the castle wall to a door that looked underused. He could no longer see the other guests from here, he could see no one else. Thoughts of what was to come in unknown places within the castle flooded his brain. They stopped, and princess Luna looked him straight in the eye.

“What awaits you behind this door may shock you.” She moved one hand to the latch. “We need your word, promise us you won’t run or yell.” Luna’s face was serious, yet had traces of joy. This could never be the face of a super villain, or villainess?, Amadeus thought.

“O-of course, my lady.” He received a stern look.

“Call us Luna,” she said. “‘Your lady awaits inside.” Luna pulled the heavy wooden door open in one jolt with quite some effort. Inside was pitch blackness, save for the square of stone floor illuminated by the moon. Amadeus took a glance back to the bright circle in the sky. It was indeed full.

“Walk.”

Amadeus slowly proceeded inside, small step after step. He could scarcely see a spiraling staircase leading upwards. That’s a relief, he thought. The dungeon isn’t likely to be up from ground level. 

Luna slammed the wooden door closed behind her, eliminating any visibility. Amadeus was now completely blind.

Behind him he heard a spark and sizzle of magic. Luna put an orb of magical light upon the palm of her hand and the light shone brightly in the darkness. Amadeus, unfortunately, was staring right at Luna when she cast the spell, once more blinding him.

They moved single file up several flights of stairs. No markings on the wall, save for empty iron fixtures for torches were present to be a guide of how many stories they ascended. It seemed like dozens. Boot camp and physical training made it less of a chore and more of a menial task for Amadeus, despite his trumpet weighing down his left arm. Luna’s slender figure moved without fatigue behind him.

Where are we going? he thought. What did she mean my lady? Will I really get a royal bra? He couldn’t hold in a chuckle.

“Stop.” Amadeus immediately halted his feet and almost fell. The fear of god was inside Amadeus now, and he was afraid Luna somehow read his thoughts. “Pull that.”

Amadeus followed Luna’s finger to a chain on the wall. He gave it a hard pull and it came down about a meter with his hand. Nothing moved or made a noise besides him and the chain.

“Slowly let it back up,” Luna said with a wide smile.

Amadeus let the chain rise, putting a little less resistance on it. The wall immediately in front of Luna rotated inward, showing a secret secret passage.

She let out a little squee of excitement, her face was filled with a wide, ecstatic grin. “Come on!” She said in a high, anxious voice. Now she’s a god damn school girl, Amadeus thought.

He followed her into the small hallway. Luna put her hand on a lever mounted on the wall. “Oh, you’re in for a huuuge surprise.”

        Amadeus was once again afraid. Luna yanked on the lever, and a wooden wall in front of them slid forwards and then to the left.

On the other side was a large, well lit room that looked much like parts of the castle he had already seen. The large room was very impressive. Dark blue walls had very large, decorative stained glass windows.

        “Come,” she said. They both walked into the room, and Amadeus drank in the decor and design. The room was long, bookshelves and a section dedicated to reading sat in the front towards the large door. A gauntlet of shelves filled with reading material led to the other end. The stained glass, he could now see, were transparent murals. One depicted a picture that looked like the yin and yang symbol, but it was blue and yellow to signify day and night. Another was of the elements of harmony, vanquishing Nightmare Moon. A third was similar, but instead of Celestia, it portrayed six females fighting with their elements. He could easily recognize the woman in the center of the other five as Twilight Sparkle. The fourth and last was of a fallen Nightmare Moon, only it was not her. It was Luna, slumped with closed eyes in her sister’s arms.

“Welcome, welcome, make yourself at home in our humble quarters.” She was obviously being facetious. Luna slowly sauntered over to her bed, and Amadeus hungrily watched her hips sway in her tight dress. The high way she carried herself was... was something else. Amadeus was humbled and aroused.

His feet moved on their own. He noticed when his head bobbed up and down when he was trying to stare. Amadeus shook his head hard to regain his control. No, he thought. Even touching a princess could get my head chopped off. He took a better look around the bedroom.

The rounded end with the stained-glass windows took up most of the room, and in the center was a very large canopy bed. It was upon a slightly raised platform and a wall obscured the quarter that was facing the door. Amadeus could just see the far post from where he stood near the bookcase on the right side of the room. The four posts held opaque deep navy blue drapes, completely concealing what was inside. Large dressers, presumably filled with fancy dresses and such, stood between the windows. They looked to be a dark maroon color, just like the bed itself. Mahogany?

Luna stopped at her bed and placed a hand on the post nearest the bookcase they emerged from. A blue aura surrounded her other hand, and she pushed the book case closed behind him with her magic.

“At last, we are alone with the most capable man in Equestria.” Luna said in a sultry voice. If she was gone for one thousand years, Amadeus thought, the first thing she would want is dick. It had been a year since then, so she probably had some servant or man whore take care of that the first chance she got.

She went to a small cupboard near the foot of her enormous bed. She retrieved two glasses and motioned for Amadeus to approach. He set his trumpet case and the bunch of roses on an end table and strode over to Luna, accepting a glass of brandy.

They moved into the library section of the bedroom and sat on the opposite sofas. Luna took care to keep her legs together, like a princess should.

“So, Amadeus. Tell us about yourself. About your home, where are you from?” Luna turned her head and took a sip.

Amadeus blinked once and started. “I picked up the trumpet in elementary school outside Detrot. My school was in a pretty bad part of town, and I learned a basic destruction spell from my mother when I was five to defend myself. It was a basic lightning bolt spell, and I probably could never kill someone with it unless they had heart problems. Anyway,” he took a drink and a breath. “She was killed in a mugging when I was seven. She killed two of her attackers, though. She was tough, lived there her whole life.” He paused and took another drink.

“Well, my father and I got by, he sold used cars and I swept shops after school, or whatever odd jobs I could do to get enough to eat. He spent his wage on rent and blow. He also liked expensive whores.” Amadeus felt his throat catch in anger, so he took another drink to wash it away. The brandy burned bad, but he took it. “That fucking piece of-excuse me.” Amadeus took another breath, a nearly tangible silence lingered.

“Do you want me to continue?” Amadeus said, reserved.

Luna looked fascinated and empathetic. “Oh, we wouldn’t want to ruin the evening with bad memories. We would love to hear so much more, but this must be difficult.”

“If you wouldn’t mind, Luna,” Amadeus looked through hateful memories into her eyes. “I would like to change the subject. Can I call you Luna?” He stood, set his drink next to is trumpet and began to remove his jacket, Amadeus was hot all of a sudden.

“Of course. Allow us.” Luna took his dress jacket and floated it out to a coat rack near the door.

Luna walked across the room to her bed stood in front of it, concealed to where Amadeus sat. She returned with the bottle of brandy, very old and very expensive, and sat down on the same sofa as Amadeus. “Well,” she said, topping their glasses off with a small splash each. “There is not much to tell about us. For one thousand years, our spiteful side dominated our being and we do not remember a thing.” Luna moved in her seat to look into Amadeus’ eyes. They were engaging and greenish teal. He could easily imagine them looking up from his waist.

“If I may,” Amadeus started. “I would like to ask you a personal question.”

Luna scoffed.”Is that not the reason we have brought you here? For personal questions? We feel as if we are some sort of high, almighty princess one cannot simply approach.”

Amadeus was not sure how to respond. He winged it. “Well, Luna, I will ask you outright.” He paused to collect his question. “It has been a year since your, Nightmare Moon’s, return, correct?”

“Yes,” Luna replied cordially.

“How have you fared since then? Have royal duties kept you from a personal life, or have the royal duties been kept with your sister, leaving you with an abundance of time?” Amadeus was afraid of retaliation. At least she didn’t seem upset at the mention of Nightmare Moon.

“We have not been completely free from duties,” she calmly responded. Relief poured from Amadeus’ ears, but he tried his best not to show anything on his face. “But Celestia has spared me from anything but signing papers and making celebrity appearances.” Luna stood and moved towards her bed. “Come, there is something over here for you.”

Amadeus stood and walked to where Luna stood behind the wall.

“Tell me, Amadeus.” She stood with her hip cocked and one hand on her side and took a sip with her other hand. “Did you come with me willingly? What were you expecting?”

Amadeus glanced down at his glass, utilizing peripheral vision to observe Luna’s chest. This was a practiced technique. He took a sip and used it to think as fast as he could. “When I received the note, the other members of the band were not happy that I could get a night with the princess, and most of them assumed... well, they assumed you wanted a prestigious lay.” Luna’s face was a priceless mix of amusement, shock, and embarrassment. “I, however, thought maybe, just maybe it was custom for a princess to invite a very talented or high ranked serviceman to a night in the ambassador suite.”

“Well, we,” she gulped and continued, slightly flustered. “We were not expecting such a... such an honest answer. Admirable.” She took another long drink, doing her best to hide a pained face. This is very good brandy, Amadeus thought. She can’t possibly hope to drink it like that.

The night princess took a furtive glance to the bed and visibly hunched her shoulders in anxiety. Her stunning gown still clung closely to her curves, and Amadeus wished he was wearing his blue camo. “If I may ask, Luna. Why did you call me?” Royal bra, come on, royal bra, thought Amadeus.

Luna stared into Amadeus’ eyes for a few seconds. “It’s to do with your former lover: our sister’s student, Twilight Sparkle. Your relationship was brought to my attention through her personal letter to me. You were not the subject of the letter; however, you were mentioned by name. When I heard you were coming tonight, I arranged for her to meet you. Here.” She grabbed the opaque blue curtain that hung on the bed. “Now.” Luna drew it to the left, revealing her large bed.

Amadeus gasped and jumped back at what he saw. It was none other than Twilight Sparkle , the same as when he had last seen her face in the news, but with longer hair. Only now her hands and feet were tied to the bed posts. She was wearing sexy blue lingerie. She was blindfolded and gagged, completely helpless.

Amadeus turned and stared at Twilight for a moment. Her slender thighs looked just as soft as ever. They led to her waist, where silken blue panties hid her sex. He could see no hair above the edge of her panties. Twilight’s small, round breasts were finely held in a matching brazier, it was strapless. In her mouth was a red ball, held in place with a leather strap. Twilight’s normally gorgeous eyes hid behind a simple black blindfold.

The image of a vulnerable Twilight in front of him was muddied by thoughts of self preservation. The fight or flight response triggered in his primal brain, and he took off with an athletic burst. He hit a magical wall, he was held within Luna’s magic.

“DO NOT RUN” She bellowed, her voice magnified seven-fold by magic. “You will know sleep better than the living if you do not follow our command.” Luna pulled Amadeus close with her magic and dropped him on the floor. He landed and easily found his footing, coming out of a field of telekinesis was not new to him.

“Wh-why i-Why is Twilight tied up like this? What the hell ar-” his jaw was closed with Luna’s magic.

“Amadeus, strong, handsome, intelligent, talented, quick, and in mortal peril.” Luna’s voice was even more terrifying when she talked in a lowered volume. “Do as I say, and you will both leave here with bright futures and fabulous memories of this night.” She clenched his cheeks with her hand and pulled him within centimeters of her face. “Disobey again, and you won’t have any more memories. Do. You. Get me?”

“Yehsh Mawm” was all he could utter. Luna let him go.

“Good.” Luna stepped forward and put her body against his. Amadeus couldn't help but react, putting his arms around her waist. The top of her head came up nearly to his nose, a fantastically mesmerizing scent came from her light blue hair.

She grabbed his shirt collar and undid the bow-tie, then the first button. Then the next, continuing until she was half way through and stopped. “Have you fucked her before?” Luna looked up and waited for a response.

“Y-yes. Yes, we were together for four months. Intimately for two.” Amadeus was unsure how to consider the events so far. Twilight was bound and displayed to his right, a princess undressing him in front of him, and no possibility to make things happen on his own terms.

Luna pulled his tucked shirt out from his pants, unbuttoned it all the way with her slender, delicate fingers and threw it on the floor. “How large is your member?” She got on her knees and unclasped his tuxedo pants. Amadeus was shocked at how quickly she moved.

Amadeus’ cock was nearly fully erect in his pants that Luna played with. He looked down when she stopped.

“Well? If you lie, it’s dungeon time.”

“Uh, ten inches.”

Luna’s face was skeptical. She pulled his pants down and gasped in the realization. He wasn’t lying. His hard dick bulged in his boxers. “T-that’s the biggest We’ve ever seen!” Luna flicked it and a sharp pain shot up his spine, but Amadeus didn’t even flinch.

The ruler of the night pulled the sailor's cock through the hole in the front of his Samurai Jack boxers. She gripped it hard at the base and scanned it, as if judging it. Luna pulled on it, moving it around so she could view it from every angle. “A magnificent member,” she said. “Any man would be very lucky to be so well endowed.”

Amadeus looked over at Twilight, on full display to his right. He wanted to say something.

“Thinking about her? We are the one in front of you!” Luna stood and kissed Amadeus deeply. Her soft lips and closeness made Amadeus hug her closer and kiss back.

        Luna pulled her head back and pressed all of her weight onto his body, moving her bare thigh against his erection. It had been months since he last had sex, or even taken care of himself. Barracks and shared hotel rooms simply didn't allow for alone time.

        Luna moved in kissed again, invading his mouth with her tongue. She pressed hard against his dick, and he responded by deeply exhaling. Her tongue flicked against his delicately as she kissed him. She sucked his mouth against hers hard. Her perfume was absolutely intoxicating, to the point of it being overwhelming. Luna's soft, deep blue dress now had a tiny precum stain. Pleasure started to change in his groin, and he pushed Luna back before he embarrassed himself.

The petite princess saw the signs, and she was also ready to move along. She got down on her knees and grabbed him once more.

“You’re a fabulous kisser,” Luna stated quietly.

“Thank yo-” Amadeus stopped mid-sentence as Luna put him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the thick shaft. She pulled her mouth further away, yet continued to lick at his head while rubbing him down with both of her soft hands. Her warm saliva keeping it smooth, yet quick.

Luna wrapped her lips around the large head again and looked up at Amadeus’ eyes. The sight was enough for him to feel his peak coming soon. Luna didn’t look away as she moved her head further down his penis. Amadeus rested a hand on her head, and she managed to get the entire head into her mouth. Her tongue massaged the underside of his dick and she managed to go deep, every time she moved going deeper and deeper. The wet smacking noises and gagging were very un-ladylike. Soon she was deepthroating him. Amadeus was unsure how he hadn’t drowned her in his pent up seed yet.

Luna pushed Amadeus back and gasped for air. “Are you ready?” she asked and stood up. Luna’s hair was slightly mussed, and her dress was off kilter. Amadeus drank in her shape and nodded. “Then remove your underpants and our gown! Do it now!”

        Amadeus dropped his drawers on the ground with his pants. His rock-hard soldier stood at attention, a bullet in the chamber and primed to fire. Luna turned about and showed him her zipper. Her dress was off in seconds.

        “Oh, Amadeus, your strong hands, your huge cock, We need them!” Luna slipped off her wet panties, exposing her soft woman-hood. Amadeus nearly came then. “NOW!” She moved to him and put her arms around his neck, clasping her hands on her wrists. Amadeus put his hands on her tight ass pulled her up so they could fuck standing. His  fingers gently dug into the soft, warm and yielding skin.

        Amadeus stood, adjusting himself and the princess so that he could penetrate. His enormous member had trouble entering Luna’s tight, pink hole. Amadeus tried to slide into Luna’s dripping pussy, but their sizes didn’t quite match. He pushed against her hole, and slowly Luna’s slit yielded to his girth.

        “AAOOH!” Luna cried when his head and part of his shaft pushed inside her. Amadeus was already near his limit. He clenched his teeth and thrusted deeper. Luna cried out again.

        Amadeus thrusted three more times, going deeper and faster than the time before. As he was about thrust once more, he heard the bed creak. He glanced over and saw Twilight squirm. The sight was too much, and combined with Luna’s tight cunt around his penis, Amadeus could not hold back any longer. He hoisted Luna and set her down on her back on the floor, her head resting on her dress. He held back a flood with all his might. Amadeus knelt and gripped his cock and aimed at Luna’s face. He held her in place with his other hand on her upper chest. He let the mental safety go and finished himself quickly.

        “Don’t you da-” Luna tried to say, but she was interrupted by a huge, fast, white-hot shot of cum landing on her nose. Amadeus shot again, grunting loudly. This load landed with impact on Luna’s forehead. Amadeus kept unloading, completely covering her face. His final spurt landed on Luna’s lips. He relaxed and sat at the foot of the bed, panting.

        “We should be furious,” Luna said through stained lips. “But that was... that was glorious.” Amadeus looked at the damage. Luna’s eyes were caked under the semen. Her hair clung to her forehead and shoulders wetly. Strings bridged her lips, so Luna opened her mouth and collected them with her tongue. She seemed to love the taste.

        “How long has that been trapped away?” Luna asked, and then swallowed.

        Amadeus sat up, lightly panting. “About seven months since I last came.”

        Luna  got up herself and grabbed the dark blue curtain that hung on the bed and wiped her face. She gave the stained cloth a lick now and then as she cleaned up. “You’re lucky We love this taste. Only the stuff that has been waiting weeks to come out.” Luna, now able to see, picked up her stained dress and tossed it away.

        Amadeus stood up. “Can,” he panted, suddenly very tired. “Can I get a drink? I, I need some fluids.”

        Luna retrieved a glass and some ice from the mini bar. She left to her private bathroom and returned with water, and Amadeus gulped it down hastily.

“Thanks.”

        “You’re most welcome. Now, are you ready for round two?” Luna didn’t wait for a response. He had no choice but to be ready. Luna straddled Twilight and moved her face close to Twilight’s and whispered something. Something that made Twilight’s hips flex and her legs twitch.

Luna took the ball gag out of Twilight’s mouth. “Speak.”

        Twilight swallowed hard. “F-fuck me, A-amadeus. I n-need your d-dick now.” She was almost crying. Never had Amadeus tied her up.

        Luna sat up and turned to Amadeus. “Well? Is our face clean?” Cum still hung in her hair around her shoulders, but her wet face didn’t look like it had much sperm on it.

        “Yes, except for your hair.” Amadeus set the glass down by the bed and moved to stand behind Luna.

        “Would you like a real trial with us? We are not finished with you yet.” Luna lowered her shoulders and showed her backside. Her tight slit did not resemble a thousand year old ruler’s. Amadeus could see that her pussy also was shaved, as well as slick with fluids. The youthful petals were pink, soft, picturesque and perfectly round. And glistening with natural juices.

        Amadeus climbed onto the high bed. The blue silk sheets were exquisite. “No. I want to make myself more familiar with Twilight.” He pushed Luna’s ass onto the bed at Twilight’s side and grabbed Twilight’s waist.

        “Your ruler commands tha-”

        “My ruler has tied up the only woman I've ever cared for more than my dead mother. If I can’t make this experience as great for her as she was to me, I’ll fry your brain with a fucking thunderstorm.” Amadeus’s palms lit up with bright lightning, sparks arced between his fingertips.

        Twilight shuddered and whimpered in front of Amadeus, Luna laid back on her elbows. She had never been so close to death, he could tell.  Five people had stepped and got murked in Amadeus’ life. Death wasn’t foreign to him.

Amadeus slowly brought his hands together, the magic lightning flowed as fast as light between his dual casting hands.

        “F-ffine! Be that way!” Luna was scared out of her wit. She reverted to her royal condescending at the unwinnable situation.

        Amadeus  sheathed his magic and turned to Twilight. Her silk blue panties were stained a deep purple at her sex. Amadeus was rock hard again and didn’t even notice. He leaned forward and put his face next to hers. “You’ll be okay. We’ll have a good time tonight, just like the old days, and Luna will let us go.”

        Twilight was afraid, but trusted him. Why did Luna reunite us like this? Amadeus thought. She didn’t have to scare her. Unless, he thought, I’m scaring her.

        “A-amadeus,” Twilight started. “D-don’t do anything rash. Luna won’t hurt either of us.”

        He stood on his hands and knees and turned to Luna. She was gone, but he could hear water running in the bathroom. He had just threatened a princess, one who had just returned from a thousand years in exile. Things weren’t looking up. “I’m so sorry,Twilight. It’s just, well, you’re in bondage, for fuck’s sake.”

Amadeus leaned down and kissed Twilight. It was their first in over a year, and Amadeus could feel Twilight’s tongue again. He was overjoyed, just to kiss her lips again. Twilight bit his lip and they broke the kiss, finally.

        “You’d better be ready to apologize,” Twilight replied. She was much calmer now, Amadeus’ voice and touch soothed her. “I think we can still get through tonight without shackles.”

        They shared a light, forced but relieved laugh at the idea. It was rather dark humor, the type Amadeus used too often. Twilight, tied and blindfolded under him, looked more mature than he remembered. She had grown up  a lot in a year, just like Amadeus. He sat back on his knees and looked her over, but didn’t get much time to.

        “You have stained our favorite royal gown and our only face, failed to please your highness on your first attempt, and have made a serious threat upon our life.” Luna stood naked, her hair wet with water, her face cleaned and addressed Amadeus. “You have committed a series of crimes, two punishable by imprisonment for life. The third’s punishment involves a miniature guillotine. How do you plan to atone for your crimes?”

        Amadeus felt his head go weak. “Min-minnachure g-g..” He deflated, and his hard cock went semi-flaccid, as if in retreat.

        “You are, however, quite gifted.” Luna giggled seductively and made her way over to the bed. Her curvy yet slender hips swayed, catching his eye. “We believe that if you were to pay for your crimes, the world would lose a gifted man.” She climbed into bed, crawled on her fours and bit his ear. Luna grasped his cock and whispered in his ear. “You are gifted, in so many ways.”

        She started to pull on his member, kissing and licking his face. Amadeus was rigid once more, and once more he hungered for pleasure.

        “What will you have me do, princess?” he asked, placing one hand on Twilight’s thigh and another on Luna’s ass.

        Luna stopped, thinking. She looked down to Twilight, chest moving up and down without rhythm. She was frightened, Amadeus could easily tell. Domination wasn’t how she liked to be taken. Her small but round breasts looked fantastically shaped in the dark blue bra she wore, obviously Luna’s doing.

        “You’ve missed each other, yes?” Luna put her hand on Amadeus’ on her ass and pressed it into her skin.

        “Y-yes.” Amadeus wanted to get down and kiss Twilight, give her another taste of how much he missed her.

        “And you, Twilight?” Luna climbed over Twilight, splayed on her back, and stood on all fours in front of Amadeus. “Have you missed Amadeus as much as he has shown to miss you?” Luna traced her face with a finger and wiggled her butt in front of Amadeus.

        “I missed you so much, Amad-OOMPH” Luna forcefully suck the gag back into her mouth.

        “Yes, yes, everyone is sentimental, so touching.” Luna put both of her palms on Twilight’s breasts, using them to support her weight. Luna tossed her wet hair over her shoulder and looked back at Amadeus. “Shall we?”

        Luna’s slit was beckoning him, her eyes pulled him to her backside. Amadeus brushed his finger on her soft clit. Luna arched her back, eagerly awaiting more. He pushed inside with one finger, slowly going all the way. Luna gasped in pleasure, her elbows becoming weak.

        He retrieved his finger and again pushed inside, faster and with more force. The soft walls of the princesses' tight pussy squeezed against it. How the fuck did I get into here earlier? thought Amadeus.

        Luna looked back over her shoulder again, prompting Amadeus to use two fingers. He started to pick up some real speed now, and moved to three fingers. It was a very tight fit. His right hand was now dripping with her juices, dampening the silk bedsheets. Luna was failing to hold in her pleased whimpering.

        Twilight moaned with Luna, almost feeling her pleasure. Luna’s fingertips dug into Twilight’s small breasts. Amadeus desired to pleasure her at the same time. This was plain unfair. He slowed his rhythmic pushing and concentrated on touching Twilight’s twat with his left hand. He found it to be covered; no one had removed her silk lingerie.

        “Why have you changed your glorious technique?” Luna desperately asked. The night's princess noticed a change in Twilight’s behavior as well. She dipped her head and peered between her legs and spotted his other hand, busy pulling at Twilight’s panties. “Oh, please.”

        Luna took his hand out of her wet slit and stood on her knees. She turned about so that her rump hovered over Twilight’s face. Luna put one finger on Twilight’s hip, a small beam of magic shot from her fingertip and sliced through the silk panties like butter, leaving her soft skin unharmed.

        “Well?” Luna seemed impatient. Amadeus slid Twilight’s panties down her leg, revealing her pristine pink pussy. His breath caught in his throat, the sight was astonishing. He remembered the hot afternoon he took the innocence from Twilight, it seemed like years ago.

        Twilight made a sort of muffled moan, breaking his stupor.

“Uh, princess?” Amadeus said. “Would you want to go again? From behind?”

Luna undid the leather strap keeping the ball in Twilight’s mouth. She sat back, her bare sex rested on Twilight’s mouth. “In just one moment, Amadeus. Let Twilight Sparkle enjoy the pleasures of your mouth, first. We would like to experience her skills.”

Amadeus moved back to the edge of the bed and got down on all fours. He could hear Luna’s breath go ragged, the wet slurping was just audible. He turned his attention to Twilight’s soft, waiting lips. They were completely waxed. She used to trim the garden for him, but now she salted the earth.

Amadeus moved his mouth in and kissed and pulled on her lips with his own. He softly nibbled and pulled, hungrily pleasing Twilight. His tongue flicked out and teased her clitoris. He used two fingers to part the gentle petals, exposing the soft pink, and wetly licked the entire slit from bottom to top. The taste and scent and taste made him dizzy for a moment. Before he realized, Amadeus had Twilight’s clit in his mouth and was sucking hard. He could hear Twilight release a high, short noise somewhere between a pleasured moan and a pained scream.

Amadeus wasn't sure whether or not he should keep eating Twilight, he had gone so long without pleasure his manhood was aching again. But Luna was still enjoying her herself, so he continued. He licked from the bottom to the clit a few more times. He used his fingers to massage and stroke her pussy. Soon, he licked the sacred entrance and entered with two soaked fingers.

Twilight was noticeably tighter than Luna. Amadeus drove two fingers deep and found Twilight’s cervix on his first thrust. He pumped his pointer and middle finger fast. First straight in, then up, then right, then left, then he spread his fingers and delved down and up at the same time. Amadeus found her g-spot, the place inside her cunt that made Twilight tense up and freeze for a second every time it was stimulated. Luna writhed with every push and pinch of Twilight’s  pleasure button. Amadeus knew that Twilight’s tongue was going insane deep inside the princess.

Luna’s breathing turned into shuddering gasps, Twilight’s spasmodically skilled tongue was bringing her unbelievable pleasure. She began to moan, softly at first. He took care not to over stimulate Twilight and force the princess to explode. Amadeus wanted that honor himself.

“Oh, oh yes!” Luna cried. She squeezed her small tits together, her fingernails dug into her pale skin. “Twilight, you are,” she panted twice, “you are amazing beyond belief!” Amadeus stopped staring at his own work to observe, but kept pleasuring his love.

He could not see exactly what she was doing, but it looked complicated. Her tongue was buried inside, her head bobbing in different directions. Luna continued her elated praise, her voice raising a step with each phrase.

        Amadeus took his fingers out of Twilight’s pussy with a wet sound. He sucked the liquids off of his fingers and stuck his tongue as deep inside as he could. Twilight’s hot cunt pulsated around his tongue. He moved it around inside and found her different spots. Her taste was very strong, engulfing him once more into a light-headed frenzy. He flicked Twilight’s trembling clit and went back inside, moving the tip of his tongue around in a tried and true zig-zag pattern. Amadeus instantly remembered just how to please Twilight.

        Wetness started to choke him, Twilight’s wet pussy was trembling and dripping. Amadeus had to back off and cough the fluid out of his windpipe several times, each time returning as fast as he could to eat Twilight. It was outrageous fun. Twi’s hips shallowly kept undulating with his rhythmic tongue, her pleasure escalating by the second.

        Luna’s cries rose sharply. Amadeus only went harder and deeper with his tongue, tasting Twilight as deep as his anatomy would allow. Twilight’s legs spasmodically twitched and flexed in near orgasm, and muffled screams emanated from between the princess’s thighs.

        Amadeus could feel Twilight cum from inside her pussy. Twilight screamed and filled Amadeus’ mouth and nose with her explosive orgasm. He fell back, as if Twilight chin checked him. Amadeus swallowed a hot mouthful of fluids without meaning to. The extreme flood rocked his nerves, and his conscious mind faded.

        When his vision returned, Amadeus was standing with his back against the bedroom wall, Luna standing face to face with him. Strong smelling liquids clung to his lips and chin, a large amount rolled down his chest in small drops. One of Luna’s hands were on his face, the other on his dick, stroking the rock hard soldier firmly with her soft fingers.

        His eyes met Luna’s, the teal circles aimed into his soul. Amadeus pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply, sharing Twilight’s flavor. Their lips locked for twenty or so seconds before Luna broke away for breath.

        “We were supposed to finish before Twilight,” Luna hummed. “Now lay yourself down where Twilight was. You are far from done.” She stood aside, revealing the bed scene. “Untie her and remove her gag and blindfold.”

Amadeus walked to the side of the bed and began to untie her. Twilight stiffly sat up when he untied the knots around her wrists.Twilight was a mess. Her hair was matted with fluids, presumably Luna’s, her wrists and ankles had deep impressions from the long ropes that held her to the bed posts.

        “Are you okay, Twilight?” asked Amadeus, helping her with the blindfold. She turned, her grimace turned into a delighted and embarrassed smile. Amadeus looked at Twilight, herself once more, as if for the first time since she was whisked away. Her messy hair was longer than before, much longer, far past her shoulders. He gave her long purple hair a gentle brush with his hand. Twilight’s slim, sexy back looked very appealing. He sat and held her close, needing to make up for lost time.

        “A-amadeus,” Twilight started. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” Twilight’s voice was soft, and she hugged him back as hard as she could. Twilight’s small, round breasts in the silk bra pressed into his chest as she sobbed on his shoulder. Amadeus embraced her, laying down onto his back and letting her lay on top of him in an awkward but close way.

        Amadeus felt the bed shift, but didn’t care at all. He just kept still held Twilight Sparkle’s hot skin to his own, his sweat starting to mix with hers. Amadeus felt Luna sit before him, watching and waiting. Amadeus felt a fingertip brush against his rigid head.

Amadeus got the message. He tenderly kissed Twilight’s shoulder, then her neck, then her cheek. “I signed up for the navy when I had heard you left.” Amadeus whispered into her ear. “I was so afraid I would never see you again. I,” he choked back a sob and blinked back tears. The words spilled forth, he had not planned on explaining anything just yet. “I was so upset, I sold my life away to Equestria.” His manly efforts failed, and a single tear flowed down to touch Twilight’s cheek. She lifted her head and look him in the eyes.

“I-” Twilight was crying much more. “I’m just so happy!” she choked through tears. They hugged tight for a moment. Amadeus slid his hand up and down her back twice. He grabbed her ass in his strong hand, squeezing and massaging for her sake as much as his.

Twilight leaned up, arching her back. She moved and straddled Amadeus, placing his phallus against his stomach and laid her soft pussy lips on the sensitive underside. Twilight leaned forward and kissed him. Amadeus kissed back. He pushed her back before they started to make out.

        “What is it?” Twilight had stopped crying.

        Amadeus wanted to know everything about her. Where she lived, what she had been doing since she left, if she had met another lover. Nah, he thought. that would spoil the moment. “N-nothing.” He looked down and stared at his cock under Twilight. “This, whole night has just been unbelievable.”

Twilight giggled and smiled, and started to move her hips, keeping her face close to his. Amadeus let her establish a rhythm, then helped her by moving the opposite way she moved, his steel soldier sliding along her slick sex.

Twilight kissed him once more, and they touched their tongues together briefly. She sat up, putting her weight onto his dick. Amadeus held his breath, watching as she twitched and glided back and forward on his length. Twilight started to take her hair up in her hands, twisting and grinding her slender hips on top his penis. She twisted her upper body left and right, her gaining pleasure driving her body to do its own dance.

Twilight stood on her knees, her pussy was again wet to the point of slowly dribbling her  natural lubricant onto his dick. Amadeus watched a few droplets fall and spotted Luna between Twilight’s legs, licking her lips and pleasuring herself. Luna’s eyes met his through the small waterfall before Twilight grabbed his dick and pointed it straight at her pussy. Twilight lowered herself down, carefully guiding the light red head to her waiting vagina.  Amadeus watched intently as it prodded Twilight’s tight hole. She put more and more of her weight on the massive thing, Amadeus wasn’t sure if he could make it inside.

Twilight let out a pained gasp, her mass was supported equally between her knees and her vagina on his tip. She reached down and spread her lips with her fingers, desperate to feel Amadeus inside her again. It had mysteriously grown since last time. Amadeus also noticed his increase since last year, but happily left it unquestioned.

Amadeus heard his cock slide into Twilight, she cried out in pain and pleasure just after. She was unbelievably tight around his dick.

“Aahh,” Twilight moaned. “Ooww!” She stood on her knees, frozen in place with intense pain.

“Yes, yes, oh, holy shit that’s hot!” Luna had moved to Amadeus’ side and was drooling at the sight. “Oh” she said, aware of her colloquial slip. She simply cleared her throat and went back to pleasing herself, squeezing her breasts and thrusting her fingers inside herself. Luna seemed content to just watch, for now.

Amadeus turned back to Twilight, impaled merely and inch on his spear. Her cunt was clenched tightly around the tip, but he could feel it twitch and start to give. “How ya doing, Twi?”

Twilight tried to remove her grimace and nod. She ended up looking quite insane to Amadeus. His dick had grown two inches since he was last inside her. “It’s so much-hng longer and wi-ider! Than last time!” Twilight could barely speak, her voice was a desperate whimper.

Luna grew bored watching Twilight make tiny movements, trying to ease his huge dick inside her. The princess stood and knelt by Twilight. She rubbed Twi’s clit and massaged her ass, licked her nipple and hummed softly. Luna grabbed Twilight by the coot and ass and pulled her off Amadeus, tossing her aside.

“Hey!” Twilight started to object. “I wasn’t, I mean, you can’t jus-”

“Cope with the circumstances!” Luna mounted Amadeus and quickly put his cock to her sex. She jerked it a bit and stuck it to her hole. Princess Luna pushed it inside, moaning in pleasure as it slid five inches inside of her. Luna’s cunt also clamped tightly around his dick.

Twilight looked to Amadeus, but his eyes were rolled back in his head. Luna’s physique was nearly identical to Twilight’s, her long slender hips were slightly wider, yet still somehow youthful. Amadeus put his hands on her hips as she rode with shallow, fast thrusts. He pulled her forward some and palmed her round breasts.

Luna changed how she fucked, moving horizontally up and down his torso. Amadeus let go of her breasts and they swung back and forth above his face.

Amadeus reached deeper and deeper inside Luna, her rhythm slowing slightly to take the dick deeper. Twilight moaned from anxiety next to him. This isn’t fucking fair either! Amadeus was horny and angry.

“Luna, I,” Amadeus tried to say, interrupted by Luna’s loud moans of pleasure. “Luna, stop for ju-” Luna cried out loudly this time. Amadeus grabbed one of Luna’s swinging breasts and pinched her nipple hard. “LUNA!”

The princess yelled out in pained delight, sitting up and sliding down another three inches. The enormous phallus delved farther inside, pushing hard against her vaginal walls. The pain in her nipple only heightened the fun for her.

“Princess,” Amadeus said, Luna resuming her vertical fucking. “Princess! Twilight is, ugh, horny, too.”

Luna kept moving on top of Amadeus, rocking back and forth slowly. She was in ecstasy.

“Oh, Twilight,” Luna said, not stopping or slowing. “What, ah, are  we, ah to do with you?” Amadeus started to thrust in time with Luna. His musical life made picking up the rhythm so much easier.

Twilight sat up and rubbed her pussy and watched the two fuck. Amadeus turned his head and watched, it really turned him on. He reached out and touched her inner thigh. It was slick with her own lubricant, and Amadeus reveled in the hot touch. His fingers proceeded to her pussy and pressed hard against her clit, all the while Luna was getting rammed hard and deep by his massive cock.

Luna’s knees went weak, she was experiencing amazing feelings deep inside her cunt. Her vaginal walls closed around Amadeus’ tool tighter than ever. Amadeus felt the first waves of intense pleasure in his groin. He couldn’t last much longer against the princess’ hot pussy.

Twilight slid down and lay next to him, bringing her hand over to his face to guide him into her mouth. Luna rode harder and deeper as they kissed. Amadeus could feel Luna’s pink walls twitch and flex, squeezing his steel cock as well as allowing it to slide a tiny bit deeper with every rise and fall.

Luna’s screams of pleasure pierced his ears, magnifying the pleasure Amadeus felt. This was only heightened by his and Twilight’s tongue wetly slipping and pushing each other.

“Aah! AAaaahh!” Luna was yelling at the top of her lungs, now. “YES! Oh, OH YES! Fuck us! MORE! OOOH We’re SOOO,” Luna had to stop to suck air. “SOO CLO-OSE!”  She threw her head back, calling to the ceiling.  “FF-F-FUUUUUUCK! YEESS! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Luna finally reached her explosive finish, her cunt squeezing and throbbing fast. Amadeus couldn’t hold back any longer. He could do nothing but grunt, grip Luna’s hips hard and pull out.

Twilight broke away as Luna fell forward onto Amadeus. A brief moment passed before he came. Twilight quickly moved between his legs. Cum shot out just as she grasped his slick rifle hard and jerked it fast. The first, long string went almost three feet straight up into the air and splattered  on Luna’s ass. Twilight kept masturbating him and aimed the cannon straight into her open mouth. She was blasted, three thick, hot spurts impacted on her face, teeth and tongue. Twilight tried her best to catch as much white spunk as she could, but most of it clung to her face or dribbled down her chin and onto the silk sheets. Thick, hot cum continued to squirt out onto Twilight’s chest around five more times before stopping.

Twilight gingerly cleaned off one eye and watched as a little more semen flowed out onto her white hand. The silk in front of her was coated with thick patches of hot jizz. The bed reeked of sex, and Twilight was covered.

Amadeus panted, he was exhausted. Luna and Twilight did most of the work, but he came harder than he had ever before in his life. He put his hand back on Luna’s ass and got jizz all over his palm.

“Goddammit,” he grunted. He lifted his head to check the damage. He saw Twilight sitting  back on her haunches. Her right eye, chin, bangs, nose, forehead and tongue were drenched with heavy gobs of cum. Her chest and belly had a thin, shiny coating, the sheets between his legs were also coated with random pools.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered. Amadeus had impressed himself with his performance before, but this was ridiculous. Amadeus was beaming as his head hit the pillow. He passed out within seconds.

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