It had been a long, but profitable day at Sugarcube Corner, and Pinkie was the last one working. Straightening up the kitchen, getting everything prepared and ready for when the Cake's opened up shop in the morning. She had just finished drying and laying out the last of the cookware when she heard the chime of the small bell above the front door, reminding her that she had, once again, forgot to lock up. In traditional Pinkie fashion, she bounced out into the main room.

"Hi! Welcome to Sugarcube Corner!!! Sorry but we're clos-bluarrrrrrrgh?!," her bubbly, cheerful voice cut off as she caught sight of the 'customers'. A massive, cobalt blue pegasus, dirty and disheveled, his dark coat stained with both an impressive amount of dust and an even more impressive amount of blood. He, however, wasn't the cause of Pinkies impromptu attempt at creating a new language.

Walking beside him as they headed over to a table, was none other then Princess Luna. In stark contrast to the monstrosity next to her, Luna was as resplendent as ever. A paragon of beauty and grace, even without her usual crown and gorget. Perhaps even more stunning for the lack of these royal accoutrements.

"Oh, hello Pinkie Pie, I didn't know you..." Luna's response trailing off as she noticed the fact that the vibrant pink ponies face was frozen. Her mouth hanging wide open, her beautiful sky blue eyes wide enough to seem unnaturally, disturbingly large in her frizzy maned head.

After a few seconds of continuing, awkward silence, Behemoth leaned down to whisper into Luna's ear with a restrained grin. "I think you broke her."

Luna gave him a wicked glare, and kicked him in the leg, the effect somewhat softened by the snicker she wasn't entirely successful in suppressing. She slowly approached the frozen pink pony. "Ummm.....Pinkie? Are you ok...?" Luna glanced back at Behemoth, who shrugged, still smiling. She reached forward, cautiously prodding the catatonic mare. As soon as contact was made Pinkie snapped back into sentience.

"Oh hi Princess," she began immediately "I was so surprised to see you I had a teeny weeny little bity aneurysm, but I'm okay now. What're you doing in Ponyville? Is this an official visit? Is someone in trouble? OHH! Is there gonna be a party? Where's your crown? That guy over there is kinda freaky looking. Looks like he was hit by a train. Then lit on fire. Then hit by another train while he was still on fire then had the fire stomped out by a stampede of buffalo-" both Luna and Behemoth listened, mouths slightly agape, Luna having retreated to his side quickly as Pinkie had snapped back to consciousness.

Neither of them bothered to listen to the continuing verbal deluge, waiting for the slightly vibrating pink ball of energy to take a breath. After several moments however, it became obvious that in addition to her other idiosyncrasies, she apparently didn't need to breathe.

The cobalt pegasus leaned down once again to speak quietly to Luna, his eyes never leaving Pinkie.

"I don't know whether to be impressed or frightened. How long do you think she can go before passing out?"

Luna shook her head, eyes also glued to the rambling pastry chef. "I have no idea, I've never seen anything like it...it's...almost...hypnotizing..." she tore her eyes away, shaking her head briskly to prevent herself from slipping into a trance.

"Pinkie, I-"

"-turnips!!Can you believe it?! And she-"

"Pinkie, please-"

"-didn't even know you could do that with root vegetables, especially that many at once, dosen't that sound like it would hu-"

"PINKIE!!!!!" Luna yelled, her face flushing from the sudden uncharacteristic outburst, "Please, pay attention for a moment!"

"Oh, sure thing Princess, what can I do for you?" Pinkie replied, her monologue of madness ceasing in mid sentence.

Luna visibly sagged as the aural assault ceased. "Coffee, please, and a cup of tea for my...friend. Earl Grey, hot."

"Anything for you, but, are you sure he drinks tea? Kinda looks like he'd be more at home eating the souls of frightened orphan foals."

"Wait, what?" Behemoth chimed in.

"Just the tea for now, Pinkie, maybe we'll have some souls later on." Luna turned back to look up at her companion, making a truly herculean effort not to burst out into laughter, noting the slightly confused, slightly offended set of his broad face."

"Okie dokie lokie!" the unfazed chef replied, bouncing off into the kitchen in her usual, physics defying fashion. "It'll be just a few minutes."

As soon as she was out of sight, Luna's composed facade collapsed completely. She collapsed against Behemoths chest, laughing so hard no sound was audible other then the occasional gasps for air and a faint, high pitched squeaking sound. She pounded a hoof against his sternum, eyes screwed up tight, but still leaking tears into his worn, stained coat. Her entire body quivering in mirth. He stood there, trying to cover up a grin of his own behind a stern, impassive glare directed off into space.

After a few moments, as her body wracking laughter slowly started to subside, he cleared his throat, and she looked up into his eyes, breathing heavily and shivering slightly. He looked down at her, his face set rigid and emotionless.

"I'll have you know, your worshipfulness, that I haven't eaten the souls of foals, orphaned or otherwise, in at least six months."

This deadpan delivery set Luna off again, her legs gave out and she collapsed into a twitching ball, rolling back and forth in a completely un-royal fashion. Finally letting loose a deep rumbling chuckle of his own, he reached down and scooped up the giggling deity, effortlessly carrying her trembling form over towards a table.

As he leaned down to set her on one of the cushions, she reached up, wrapping both fore legs around his pillar of a neck. He could feel her heart beat against his chest, the way her svelte form moved against him with every breath. Their noses almost touching, she looked into his one good eye. A faint sheen of sweat covered her body, her flush started by the exertion of her laughter. Continued now, from an entirely different motivation.

She marveled at his casual, gentle strength, supporting her entire weight with a single limb. A warm tingling spreading from where his leg ran along her flank, from where her legs were held firmly against his chest. Then a clatter of dishes and the sound of approaching steps reminded them where they were, and that they were not alone.

"Ohh....uhh...thank you." She looked away quickly, breaking the connection.

After a seconds hesitation, he lowered her to the cushions then stepped back to the other side of the table, seating himself. They both watched as Pinkie emerged from the kitchen. She had, resting on her back, a small tray with a gleaming, stainless steel coffee pot, and a dinged and pitted kettle. The pleasant aromas mingling with the background scents of a successful bakery, the combination enough to perk them both up a bit.

"Here ya go!" Pinkie said in her ever cheerful fashion, "I've got a little more to do in back, if you need anything just holler." Both Luna and Behemoth muttered their thanks, and set about filling their mugs.

He took a long, slow pull of his tea, the liquid heat spreading through his body. His eyes closed as the warmth swept down his throat and took the edge off his myriad aches.

"So," his eyes opened in response to the voice from across the table. Their eyes met again as she continued, fiddling absent mindedly with her mug. "You mentioned earlier that you'd been away for almost a decade...why is that?"

He nodded slowly in acknowledgement, and took another slow drink as he decided how to respond. "There are...aspects of my past that I prefer not to discuss. Things I've done that I'd rather leave buried. Why I left is one of them." He knew this would only peak her interest, but saw no other way to say it without lying to her. And that he would not do.

"Suffice to say, me and the powers that be at the time, decided that it was for the best that I leave, and not return for quite a while."

"But, who? What powers, and what'd you-" she spoke began before he cut her off.

"Please, Luna. Let it go. The time for this story may come later, and if it does, I give you my word, I'll answer every question you might have. But not...not now." Looking into his brilliant golden eye, she saw something there she hadn't seen before. "...Okay. I'll let it go. For now."

He bowed his head slightly in thanks, and took another drink. He looked down into the nearly drained vessel, swirling its contents.

"Its strange. I grew up here, spent half my life in this town. After being gone though...I feel..." he looks to her as she picked up his sentence.

"Lost. Lost in your own home. Just enough is the same to remind you how much isn't." She met his eye. "Just enough to never let you forget what you've done. Who you've hurt. And-"

"And," he finished, "how the one who forgave you, is the one who has every reason not too."

They sit in silence for a few moments, then almost simultaneously smile.

"We really do have some of the most cheerful discussions, don't we, soul eater?"

Behemoth gives her a withering stare, knowing that she'd be using this new nickname for the foreseeable future. "Oh, most definitely. Paragons of happiness and good cheer, that's us."

"So how long do you intend to stay?"

"For good, hopefully. Spent far too long away as is, and-" he looked past her as the door chimed again and two of Luna's royal guard entered, one carrying a large, heavily worn saddle bag , brown unadorned leather, one of the catches torn off, obviously struggling with its weight. They approached the table.

"Found this outside, One Eye, fairly certain its yours." spoke the larger, older of the guards.

"Ahhh, almost forgot about that, captain. Thanks. How's the wife?"

"Eh, same as always."

"That bad eh?"

Behemoth and the Guard Captain shared a chuckle at this cliche greeting as the younger guard whispered something to Luna, which elicited a long, annoyed sigh from the lithe deity.

"Alright then, go ahead back to Canterlot, I'll 'port back in a few minutes, then we get to discover what has these fools panicking now." The aggravation apparent in her voice as the two saluted and left.

"Trouble on the homefront?"

She scowls, snatching her mug off the table and draining it in one go. "More mindless bureaucracy. I swear, if they were any more inept, they'd forget to breathe...that dosen't sound so bad actually..."

"Ahh, that's a pity. You always get called away on some important matter of state right before I plan to seduce and have my way with you..." he suppressed a grin and waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

Luna tried her best to remain annoyed, but failed after a few seconds, smiling and laughing softly. "You know, you could get in real trouble saying things like that..."

"Yeah. That's what I hear. Now go on your worshipfullness, go save the day before the ministers wet themselves."

She sighed, still smiling and moved over to a clear area of the room, giving her rear a little wiggle for his benefit. "See ya later, big guy." She gave him a wink, and then with a sharp pop, a bit of blue smoke and the smell of ozone, she was gone.

He watched the space where she had just been for a few seconds, all manner of...interesting possibilities running through his head, before turning back to the table...and to the dazzling blue eyes of the pink mare that had materialised where Luna was sitting just a few seconds previously.

"GAHH!!" he exclaimed rather articulately, almost falling over backwards. "Where the...how the...GAH!!"

A sanity stressing grin plastered on her face, she leaned forward, the entire front half of her body resting on the table.

"So, you and the Princess, eh? Never would've guessed that, you being a soul eater an all. Ooohh!!! I bet shes really good!! Years an years an years of practice, an that booty!! Woooo!!! Even I liked that little shake she di-" her bubbly voice was cut off my a large black hoof pressing against her lips, mumbling noises continued to issue from around it for a few seconds.

"You know, Miss...Pie, was it? It's rather rude to listen in on other folks private conversations..." he pulled his hoof away now that he had her attention.

"Oh, don't worry soul eat-" he interrupted her.

"My name is Behemoth."

"Oh. Don't worry Behemoth, your secret affair with a thousand plus year old princess god is safe with me."

"Buuuuuuut..." she leaned back "You gotta do something for me. Oh, and I can also tell you where Dashie took your sister!"

He sighed, rubbing his forehead...then stopped.

"Hold on just a second, I didn't mention I was looking for my sister."

"Oh sure you did, silly, how else would I know?"

He stared at her for a moment. "That's a very good question. Either way, ok, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, if you're good enough for a princess, you've good be an awesome lay, so...fuck me!!" A ear to ear grin on her face.

He continued staring at her blankly for several seconds, then blinked rapidly. "Wait, what?"

"C'mon, right, here, right now, you owe me for keeping me up so late, and for not telling anypony about you an the Princess."

"...Wait, what?"

"C'mon, it'll be fun it'll be fun it'll be fun!!"

"I reiterate, wait, whAAAAA-"

His question cut off by a pink blur flying across the table hitting him in the sternum, bowling him over backwards and dropping him onto the floor on his back.

Slightly dazed by the impact of the back of his skull on the floor boards, he stared at the ceiling for a moment, to gather his thoughts. This proved to be impossible once she started sucking on his balls.

She sucked the heavy orbs into her mouth, only room for one at a time. Her tongue ran all around them, between them, bouncing them playfully.

He looked down at her as she planted a sucking goodbye kiss between his balls and started her way up his slowly growing phallus. Her brilliant blue eyes locked on his, smiling as her skilled tongue slowly traced a thick vein all the way up to the pulsing head.

"Hey, you wanna see somethin cool?"

Before he could respond, she leaned back, and deep throated his entire length in one smooth motion. He could actually see her throat bulge with its girth.

"Oh dear fucking Celestia..."

He looked down at her, eyes wide, his whole body contorting with pleasure as he felt her agile little tongue swirling around the base of his shaft, flicking down to tickle his scrotum.

"Ohhh...damn you're good...c'mon, flip around."

Slowly she pulled back, leaving about half his length buried in her throat. she spun around, working a few inches in and out as she positioned her dripping pussy over his snout.

"There we are..."

She brought her rear down, literally sitting on his face, her front hooves on his stomach, her full weight supported by him. He admired the contrast between the light pink of her coat and the deeper pink of her nether lips for a moment before playing his long, broad tongue slowly along them, lapping up her juices. He ran his powerful tongue between her lips, twirling the thick muscle into her, then back out and around the rigid nub of her clit, licking near it with little flicks, deliberately avoiding it, teasing her.

She sat back with a moan, her upper lips drawing all the way up until just the throbbing head was still enveloped in the warm wetness of her mouth. She writhed against him, her hips bucking and grinding, smearing his face with her fluids. He brought his hooves up, placing them over her cutie marks to hold her in place as his skilled tongue continued its work.

She threw her head back, frizzy pink mane bouncing behind her, her mouth coming off of his rod with a wet smack.

"Wooo, you're a lot better then I thought you'd be Gigantor...mmm..."

He would've grinned at this, were he not otherwise occupied. In response, he flicked his tongue across her clit just once. A squeal of pleasure rang out into the otherwise deserted bakery as Pinkie's body was rocked by the sudden, unexpected bolt of pleasure. She darted back towards the thick member, still glistening with her saliva, and took it back into her mouth, relishing the taste of him.

He stifled a grunt as she started working his length frantically. Her cotton candy scented mane bouncing wildly as her head bobbed up and down without rhythm, her tongue flicking and dancing along his engorged shaft. He did his best to hold back, but his endurance had taken a hit from the earlier bludgeoning, and he felt a familiar stirring starting deep in his balls.

As he felt the familiar sensation building, he curled his flexible lips around the nub of her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it as he sucked on the juicy pink button. Her cries of ecstasy would have awoken everypony in the neighborhood if it hadn't been for the muffling effect of his phallus. Her front legs trembled and gave out, causing her to take his entire length all the way down to his saliva slicked balls.

This proved too much for the formidable pegasus, and as his chin and neck were covered as she came, a torrent of his own cum thundered into the small earth pony, flooding down her throat in great pulses and jets.

She gulped down every drop effortlessly, and mustered enough strength to pull his member out of her throat, before collapsing back down onto his wide chest. She could feel his heart thudding away, and his deep breaths as he wound down. She turned around bit by bit, not bothering to stand or get off him, until she was perched on his sternum. Her front hooves together and her head resting on them, she looked down at him, laying there with his eyes closed.

"Told ya it'd be fun!!"

He laughed. His eyes opened half way and he looked up into the excessively cute, light blue eyes just a few inches from his own.

"Yeah, you did. Probably the strangest black mail I've encountered thus far, however."

"Uh huh! Didn't really expect that to work, but you went for it, YAY!!"

He chuckled again, a deep resonant sound that seemed to shake the room, or at least her. Her smile faded a bit, and her lower lip stuck out in the slightest bit of a pout.

"Its too bad you're all done though. We coulda had lots more fun."

"Done?" he raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about being done, I'm just getting warmed up."

Pushing against the floor with his wings, he rolled over and stood, the floorboards beneath him creaking slightly. She hopped off him at the first sign of movement, her boundless energy seemingly already having returned.

As he returned to his feet, he looked around the interior of the bakery, judging the sturdiness of the various pieces of furniture. None of them seemed up to the task, except...there.

"Alright you, over there." he nodded toward the main counter.

"Oooooohhhh, okay!"

She bounced over, and hopped up, her front legs resting on the sturdy, polished wood. She stuck her rump up into the air, her tail raised high, swishing back and forth excitedly. Her dripping sex on display.

She looked back over her shoulder as he approached, his erection already back to its previous glory, long, stiff and glistening, swaying slightly with each step.

He moved slowly, partly to build her anticipation, and partly to conserve his waning energy. As he came up behind her, he caught that sweeping tail in his teeth and gave it a sharp upwards tug, not at all surprised that it tasted faintly of cotton candy. She gave a little gasp and moan, obviously enjoying it.

"C'mon, hurryhurryhurryhurry!!"

He grinned and reared up, placing one massive hoof to either side of her diminutive frame. With no pause or fanfare, he slowly pushed his full length into her drenched folds with a single, slow motion. The warm, wet velvety sensation pulling, sucking him in until his pendulous balls came to rest against her rump.

"Oooooohhhhhaaarrrrrggghhhhh......"

Her head dropped to the counter as a feeling of supreme, wonderful fullness overwhelmed her. He drew back until just his head was left nestled inside her, before starting to work half his length into her in slow, deliberate strokes.

With a groan, she lifted her head off the counter and looked back at him. "Oh come on, you'll never get me off like that, put some oomph into it, you wont break me!!"

He looked down into her eyes and smiled, pulling back all the way slowly, again leaving just the tip enveloped by her dripping hole. His smile grew broader as he slowly unfurled his wings, stretching them out to their full size, their massive span making the huge stallion appear even larger. He rotated the black tipped wings to face back behind him. He widened the stance of his rear legs, and brought his front hooves closer, placing them in front of her shoulders.

"Well, if you insist..."

With one well coordinated motion, he used both his powerful legs and broad wings to bury his cock in her to the hilt. The force sending his entire length into her, then rocketing her forward off of half his shaft, before his forelegs stopped her and sent her back for the next wing assisted thrust.

"Oh Celesti-" she was cut off as the next surge slammed into her.

"Dear Lu-" and again.

"Oblglahhhhbbbllllflllaaaaa-"

Grunting with the exertion of each flap/thrust, he relished the chance to completely let loose, and gave the resilient pink mare everything he had left.

She was quickly lost in the pleasure wracking her body. The world ceased to exist with the exception of the polished wood counter and the monster behind her giving her ecstasy she had never thought possible. He was taking her so completely, so fully, so forcefully. She had never came this hard, or continuously in her entire life.

He could feel her shuddering, clenching around him with every thrust, the way her sweet juices had soaked him, dripping off his stallion-hood to puddle on the floor.

"Uhn...this...enough oomph, for you?"

She let out an unintelligible moan, her forehead on the counter, she lifted her body up to look back and watch his scrotum rhythmically slap up against her belly, his long rod pumping into her like a piston.

The last of his stamina ebbing away, he was holding his second climax in check by pure force of will. He repositioned one hoof, and slipped in the puddle that had formed beneath them.

"Whoa, what, whoooAAA!!"

He fell backwards, his forelegs, still in front of hers, pulled her off the counter and down with him. He hit the floor hard for the second time that evening, Pinkie landing on him a split second later. The sudden fall breaking his concentration, he came up into her. She could feel his balls throbbing beneath her, and the feeling of liquid heat filling her up was enough to send her into one last, quivering orgasm.

She laid back on him, his member slowly softening and slipping out of her bit by bit as they lay there, hearts pounding, chests heaving as the two tried to catch their breath.

After a few minutes, she looked back at him over a shoulder.

"I can see that you two are related. Not a very graceful family, are you?"

He chuckled breathlessly at this, his golden eye flashing.

"No, we really aren't."

They lay there for a few more moments, then Pinkie sat, up, hopped off him, and bounced back to her feet. He watched her dumb founded, at a loss to explain how she had recovered so quickly.

"Well, that'll do for now, c'mon old fella, you'll need your sleep if we're gonna go see your little sis in the morning."

He closed his eyes and laid back for a moment, gathering the last of his reserves before rolling over and standing shakily. He walked slowly over and retrieved his bags, before following the eccentric pink pony upstairs.