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“Truly, little sister, we simply must meet up more often! The two of us have a lot of catching up to do, after all.”
Princess Luna tried not to feel a bit testy at her sister’s reiteration of her status as the younger of them—tried and failed. Celestia was a dear heart and meant well, but she could be somewhat aloof and cultivated an air of playful superiority even when she didn’t mean to.
“Hmph!” Luna said, using her alicorn magic to levitate a teacup up to her mouth. “I doth possess quite the busy life after all, dear sister! The ponies of our realm keepeth me busy dreamweaving and whatnot.”
Smiling to herself, knowing that her darling little sister was ever so fragile in her ego, Celestia decided to playfully prod and poke said ego. After all, one could argue Luna brought it on herself by being so easy to rile up!
“By the by, my dearest Luna,” she said, “do the ponies of this realm have somewhat lascivious dreams?”
Luna, who was drinking her tea, sputtered in sudden shock. Celestia, however, traced one hoof along the rim of her cup, the very picture of innocence.
“Wh-why askest thou?” she demanded.
“Oh, I just hear that some ponies—stallions especially—can go wild in their subconscious,” Celestia said angelicly. She sipped again, keeping her eyes level over the rim of her teacup. “It would be nice to have confirmation, wouldn’t it?”
“‘Twould be nice indeed,” huffed Luna. She set her teacup on its saucer with a clatter. “I thinkest all ponies possess some inclination of lewd nature.” She raised an eyebrow at her sister. “Wouldn’st thou agree?”
Celestia grinned to herself. Luna had fallen for the bait hook, line, and sinker. “Oh, perhaps,” she said nonchalantly. “Before you were sealed away, I do recall we had something of a competition as to which of the two of us could bed the most stallions.”
“Hah! I dost remember thou wert struggling to match mine own numbers.”
“Well,” Celestia said with modesty, “that was then. Now I’m fast approaching the one million mark.”
Princess Luna nearly fell out of her chair. A million?! Surely she hadn’t heard her sister correctly… but Celestia spoke with such confidence! “And h-how managest thou this?!” she demanded. “Surely thou jest!”
“Oh,” Celestia declared, “I’ve simply had a much, much longer time to rack up my tally compared to you, dearest sister. After all, one can go through all sorts of lovers in one thousand years! But I’m sure you’ve been making up for lost time, haven’t you?”
The midnight-hued princess suddenly grew sheepish and muttered something inaudible, looking away. Celestia put her tea down and leaned forward, the very image of a concerned older sister. “What was that, Luna dearest? I didn’t hear—”
“I said mine number is a healthy f-five thousand,” Luna stammered, growing red in the cheeks. Despite how she’d been teasing her sister, Celestia paused, surprised at how low the number was.
“Ah… but isn’t that akin to what you’d had before being locked away? Haven’t you slept around after being freed?”
Luna stammered out excuse after excuse, unable to bear the judging opinions of her older sister: “Mine dreamweaving duties keepeth me busy… n-not to mention that the prerogative of monarchs is not to lie with any debased commoner! Only proper, regal classes and their servants—nobles and knights—befit a princess!”
“Oh,” Celestia said, leaning over the table to pat her sister reassuringly with one hoof. Luna felt even more humiliated than before. “You needn’t worry about a silly number, dear sister! As for the issues of caste and class, well, over the centuries, a veritable armada of regal stallions have all but thrown themselves at me for the privilege of partaking of the beloved splendor of the monarch of the sun!”
That struck a nerve with Luna, who yanked her hoof back jealously. “Doth thou insinuate that thou art more beloved by the people than me?!”
Celestia shrugged in what she hoped was a mollifying way. “I simply state that your reputation as Nightmare Moon and the queen of thestrals precedes you! Whereas I have been known for my kindness and approachability, you must grapple with the specter of Nightmare Moon hanging over you. I simply state facts, dear sister.”
If the sun princess had meant to calm her sister down, she was failing spectacularly. Luna merely grew huffier and huffier. “Thine facts are outdated! I art beloved and sultry, a queen of the night. They see me in their dreams! Class be damned, any stallion wouldst throw himself at me for a taste of my royal pussy and generous haunches!”
Celestia flushed, realizing that Luna meant what she said. “I meant nothing by it, Luna dear! Besides, you know that we must be careful around commoners. They may feel compelled to obey orders from their monarch if we command them to lie with us. It would be a gross abuse of power, would it not?”
But Luna would not be dissuaded. “Thinkest thou I needst order a stallion to lie with me? Nay! He shall cum at me of his own volition, I say! The merest glimpse of me wouldst make him weak and tempt his loins. ‘Twould be child’s play!”
Celestia tried to mollify her sister further, but a clear clean chime rang through the palace, cutting off her off. “Ah… the trade negotiations in Manehattan call me,” she lamented. She rose from the table with a stretch of her mighty, white-feathered wings. “Worry not, little sister, for this was nothing but good-natured teasings. We can discuss more when I return.”
Luna groused, evidently not amused by the teasing—nor by being reminded of her status as the little sister. Wordlessly, she stomped away from the table, fuming. How dare her sister insinuate she was not as compelling a lover as the solar princess. How dare she!
As the day turned to night and Celestia took her leave, Luna continued to stalk the halls of Canterlot Castle, fuming all the while. Five thousand had been an impressive number a millennium ago, but it seemed she had misjudged her sister’s promiscuity in the intervening years. Well, she just had some catching up to do was all. Anypony who caught sight of Luna’s peerless beauty would be begging her for rut—she could prove it!
And a devilish smile alit on her mouth. Yes, she could prove it indeed, and without breaking Celestia’s precious rules about power dynamics and abusing commoners. Knights and guardsmen had always been fair game, and Canterlot Castle had quite the garrison. She knew from experience shepherding their dreams that soldiers were oftentimes rather randy when it came to their desires and fascinations as well. Some had even fantasized about her in their dreams.
(She had, of course, been more than willing to indulge said fantasies.)
Smirking to herself, she made her way towards the castle garrison.
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Sergeant Squire was a beloved member of the royal guard, popular with just about all the men in his command and even making waves with those above him as well. He was also engaged to be married in a few months’ time.
Naturally, of course, the garrison had to celebrate his upcoming nuptials with a stag party for the ages. Nearly every stallion in the castle was invited, and the royal barracks were stuffed full. There were drinks, games, an assortment of snacks and goods, and plenty of great company. Some of Squire’s fellow stallions were married themselves, and they playfully shared stories from their spouses or talked about what it was like to have a special mare in bed. Wine flowed and tongues were loosened, and the whole garrison was ready for a rip-roaring good time. The only thing that they regretted was that they hadn’t managed to arrange for any showmares to visit the castle for a special stag party; Canterlot ran expensive at the best of times, and the cost of strip-teasers and pole-dancers who were willing to engage in that sort of work in the castle was pricey beyond belief. Still, though, they all thought that they had nothing to worry about.
Until the barrack doors opened and the festivities stopped dead. Immediately, all of the various guardsmen prostrated themselves, bowing to Princess Luna. More than a few of them cursed their ill luck. Whatever the Canterlot royals needed, why did trouble have to rear its head tonight of all nights? Luna strolled down their ranks, smirking at some of the obviously tipsy guards and tutting at one who wore a lampshade on his head.
Finally, she stopped by the stallion of the hour, Seargent Squire himself. He was a handsome unicorn with a tawny brown coat and a cutie mark that looked like crossed halberds. “Um… Your Highness!” he stammered, embarrassed beyond belief that a royal had come to his very own stag party. “What can I, erm, do for you…?”
Luna chuffed haughtily, though a playful sparkle gleamed in her eye. “Needest I an excuse to honor a most special guardsman on his happiest of nights?” she declared. “Word of thy good fortune hast reached mine ears, and I thought it most prudent to come and congratulate thee directly!”
“Ah! Er… thanks?” Seargeant Squire rubbed the back of his head, not knowing what to think. The princess of the night was coming to praise him? Him personally? He didn’t know whether to be flattered or overwhelmed; ultimately, he decided on both. “I… uh… appreciate it?”
After he spoke, a long and awkward silence settled over the barracks; he coughed. “Is there… anything, uh, else?”
Luna lifted her chin imperiously. “I had hoped to be invited to the festivities which you all are partaking of!”
Alarm—utter alarm. Squire spoke with barely concealed panic in his voice. “Oh. Oh! Um, Your Highness, this is uh… a stag party, so… it’s kind of meant to be…” Luna shot a withering gaze at him and his volume diminished word by word. “A private… guys only… party?”
Luna smirked at him and turned to face the other guards, her long and sparkling mane catching their attention. “And what thinkest the rest of you? I may be a princess, yet even I knowest that certain pretty mares are meant to be a fixture at events such as these—yet I see none about!”
Surprised whispers chorused through the barracks and Squire cleared his throat. “I, er… are you… offering, Your Highness?”
She smiled. Finally, they got it. “Thou speakest the truth, sergeant! For tonight, your eye candy shall be none other than the princess of your dreams herself!”
A bevy of emotions rolled through the assorted stallions. Some seemed excited, some unsure; but none dared deny a pony of Luna’s power and stature. She settled in and commanded that the festivities commence, and despite their uncertainties, they began to party once again.
Smirking to herself, Luna decided to give these loyal guardsmen one hell of a show. With her horn glimmering with alicorn magic, she summoned a glittering, spotless silver pole in the middle of the chamber, hopping over to it and hooking one hoof around it. Using the other to blow a kiss at the astonished guardsmen, she beat her wings and began to put on a show for the onlooking stallions, basking in their attention and drinking in the shock of the soldiers who were astonished to see their monarch acting in such a way.
Luna was an expert at this sort of thing and deftly maneuvered herself around the gleaming pole, transforming the shocked faces into a swirling sea as she moved. As the astonishment faded, the assorted guards began to cheer, calling her name or asking her to do specific moves. She obliged, flouncing her mane and swishing her tail to catch their attentions, and giving them tantalizing hints as to her nethers, all but daring them to drink fleeting views of her loins. Her horn glowed once more as she dimmed the lights in the barracks, making it a soft and dusky venue, and then she summoned a vast fountain of sparkling champagne crested with a provocative statue of hers truly.
“My gift to you!” Luna declared, landing with a solid pose near the base of her silvery pole. “Until the sun rises, let the wine flow freely—my treat!” The guards all cheered; their initial trepidation was growing weaker and weaker as they came to enjoy the notion of a party princess all their own. They dipped mugs into the champagne fountain, eagerly drinking it, and Luna smirked to herself. Inhibitions would lower and testosterone would bubble like alcohol. All was according to plan.
As the night progressed, the stallions fell back into the same groove they had before Luna’d crashed their party, but even more jolly and joyful than before. With wine bubbling inside of them, tongues loosened and they began sharing lewd stories of past marefriends or things they’d done with their wives.
A few daring stallions even asked Luna to act out some of their stories, which she did with aplomb, putting on shows and strutting her stuff for the cheering stallions and teasing them with quick views of her loins.
She gave more than a few eager guardsmen a lapdance or two, coyly flicking a hoof against their snouts when she felt their erections growing against her flank, and openly taunted various stallions who were sporting other obvious erections. Some of them shyly tried to hide their stallionhood (to no avail, of course) while others openly relished in it, showing off their shafts and bragging about their size to their fellows or trying to entice Luna to give them attention. She smirked at that, noting that while she intended to have some fun with each and every one of them before the night was out, she still had to make her big play.
Finally, after about an hour, the lights were dim and most of the assorted partygoers were at least tipsy. Luna was confident that the mood had lightened to a degree that she could make her move. Sauntering up to Sergeant Squire, she coyly walked around him while draping her long, flowing tail over his shoulder.
“My word,” she declared, “such a strapping, virile stallion serving in the castle? Mine own sister hast good taste, it seems.” She trailed her hoof down his shoulder. “Thou wilt be wed soon, then? I wonder, what experience bringest thou to the bedroom? Thy bride shouldst benefit from an energetic history and beneficial knowledge, I shouldst assume…”
Squire blushed deeply while some of his cohorts, noticing what was happening, began cheering and egging him on: “Hell yeah, Sergeant, tell the princess how much of an expert you are!” “This is your chance, bro! When’s the next opportunity you’ll have to bed royalty?” “You ain’t a virgin, there’s no way! Share the dirty details!”
“Oh, thou art not virginal?” Luna said coyly. She continued circling him, rubbing her hoof sultrily along his coat. “I wouldst appreciate a first-hand tasteof thy expertise…” At the word ‘taste’, she licked her lips and openly eyed his own erection, which was growing fast despite his obvious attempts otherwise.
“Erm! M-My princess, I’m a married stallion!” Sergeant Squire said, blushing and trying to extricate himself from Luna’s tangled grasp.
“Not yet,” purred the princess. “Wouldst not thou like to live wildly before thine nuptials?” She kissed him on the neck and his whole body stiffened—cock included. The onlooking guards hooted and hollered as his shaft sprang to attention. “After all, once thou tiest the knot, faithfulness shall be expected…” She trailed more kisses slowly down his body, drawing closer and closer to his shaft. He groaned, and she could smell his arousal and feel the skip of his thundering heart in his quickened heartbeat beneath her lips.
“Ah…” he groaned. He sounded barely capable of resisting her seduction. “P-Princess…”
“Wouldst thou not appreciate one final tryst before thine wedding?” Luna was nearly at his shaft now. She paused inches from it, her mouth wide-open and waiting. She needed him to make the first move. “Wouldst thou not succumb to fascination as to what a princess’s mouth feels like? I think thou might appreciate…”
With a final sigh and haggard groan, Squire succumbed—he hiked his hips up so that his flared tip met Luna’s lips. Internally crooning with delight, she opened wide and immediately bobbed down.
The onlooking crowd erupted. “No way!” “The sergeant’s getting head from Luna!” “Holy shit, she’s a throating champ!”
Luna mentally preened under their praise. Yes, she was quite accomplished, wasn’t she? She bobbed her head back and forth, sucking and slurping at his shaft, teasing his flare with her teeth and tracing circles around him with her tongue. Despite her centuries-long stint as Nightmare Moon, she easily fell back into the pace of throating like she had never stopped. Before long she bobbed deeper, easily relaxing her throat to let him in. The crowd gasped and hollered as she took the sergeant’s shaft in its entirety—her neck bulging obscenely around him as she made room for the hubby-to-be.
Deciding to gift Squire even more pleasure, Luna gulped around him, reflexively quivering her throat in a swallowing motion. Her esophagus undulated in a lewd, wet dance, skipping and massaging along the stallion’s shaft as his breathing grew haggard. Luna rolled her eyes up to spy his face; he was flushed darker than a tomato, perhaps because of his ‘infidelity’ but more likely simply because of the cavalcade of pleasure. Murring to herself, Luna bobbed her head back and forth even more, continuing to swallow and playing up the sounds for the good of Squire and the crowd: “ULLP… gll-llp… mmnnnggllp…
Several onlooking stallions were openly whacking away at their erections, and some looked jealously at Squire. Good, good, very good. Get them horny… ply them with drink… lower their inhibitions… then make them want it. That tally of hers was going to climb faster and faster still.
Watch out, sister, Luna thought smugly. I’m coming for you.
She broke off her fellatio with a wet smack of her lips and the sergeant groaned; his shaft flexed with need. She hadn’t sucked him to completion yet; that was by design. He seemed flustered. “P-Princess, I—mggll…”
His voice cut off as Luna planted a sudden, deep kiss on him. The soldier’s eyes widened momentarily before he closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, his broad stallion’s tongue probing into his princess’s mouth as he lapped at her cheeks and wrestled with her own tongue. Though Luna, as an alicorn, had the edge on him in size, he was a surprisingly vigorous kisser, and to the princess’s delight she found that he was insistently pushing into her mouth to try and claim her for his own. His shaft was still throbbing and erect, and he started hiking his hips forward to dry-hump against her lower body.
Luna broke off the kiss with a mwah and sauntered away from Squire. She raised her tail and flounced her mane, drawing the eyes of every stallion in the room and giving them all a view of her sopping wet, flushed dark pussy. “Well, sergeant?” she claimed, lowering her lower body to the floor while raising her rump enticingly to him. She slapped her haunches with her tail and waggled her marehood enticingly at him. “Willst thou claim thy prize? Art thou stallion enough? Have thee the will…?”
After a moment’s hesitation in which a few onlooking guards encouraged the stallion, Squire huffed and then clopped over to Luna with surprising speed, as if trying to outrun his reservations. To a cacophony of cheers he mounted her, draping his hooves over her shoulder, and then rubbed his throbbing rod against her waiting folds, once—twice—
And then shoved right in.
Luna’s tongue lolled happily from her mouth. Ahhh, if there was one thing she loved, one thing she was truly good at, it was taking cock! Her marehood sucked hungrily at Squire’s shaft, and he grunted as she pulled him in. He didn’t take it slow or ease into it, and she didn’t want him to. Immediately, he succumbed to his urges and started plowing into her full force. Luna squealed with delight as she took his shaft in its entirety, her body bucking forward from the force of his thrusts and her hooves squealing against the barrack floors. She squeezed tight around him, and her cunny’s loving embrace provoked lewd, desperate moans from the stallion. On his part, he couldn’t help but appreciate Luna’s generous rump; alicorns were naturally stacked in the back, and her generous butt mooshed against his hips as he bucked in.
“Thinkest thou any regrets?” Luna said, pitching her voice high so that all in the barracks might hear. “Thou wast unsure of having a princess at thy stag party, wast thou not? Yet I’m certain this be the greatest sex of thy life!” Her words fumbled a bit as Squire slammed into her so hard that she saw stars, but she valiantly continued on. “Surely I am a most benevolent monarch and princess! Surely thou shalt remember this night for the rest of thy days!”
Spurred on to appreciation by the debauchery of the sight unfolding before them and with alcohol lowering their inhibitions, the onlooking stallions began to cheer. “Wooo, way to GO sergeant!” “By the moon and stars, how’s that tight royal cunny feel?” “Fuck, Squire, I can’t believe your good luck! I’m so jealous!” “Luna—me next, me next! Pleeeeeease!”
When Squire spoke, it was with a weak, uncertain voice—one that was betrayed by how his pace didn’t stop, not even for a moment. “I… sh-shouldn’t be doing this… I’m engaged…”
“Thou art not married yet,” Luna purred. She pushed her ass back against him, helping him stroke even deeper inside. “Shouldst thoughts of infidelity cloud thy judgment, simply blame your princess to thy bride! No mare couldst hold a grudge against the goddess of the moon.” Squire grunted, still uncertain, but Luna could feel his cock throbbing inside of her. Oh yes, he was close. Why not tip him over the edge? And that’s when she realized—she had another way to prove to her sister her own desirability as a mare, not to mention to show off her own fertility!
“Now,” she whispered, using her magic to ensure that her voice reached his ears only, “give me thy seed. Perhaps as a final wedding present I might bear thee a royal bastard for thy firstborn…”
Squire’s eyes widened and he gasped in shock and realization that Luna meant it—no, no, that was beyond the pale, he couldn’t, he mustn’t! He made to pull out as he had no desire to receive a foal from anyone but his beloved, but before he could pull out his princess clamped tight around him, refusing to let him go, and squeeeezed. Squire succumbed, groaning and huffing as he spurted with what he would never admit was the strongest, most powerful orgasm of his life, and he staggered against Luna’s back, riding her like a saddle and sputtering as he flushed her full of seed.
The princess hummed to herself as her horn glowed; with her magic, she manipulated his seed and her eggs to ensure insemination. To a pony who was millennia old, carrying a foal for a few months was nothing. She had borne foals for plenty of stallions before being sealed away, and so had Celestia; Luna was certain that her sister had continued to bear royal offspring throughout the years of Luna’s imprisonment. The two of them typically adopted out the children—who were, as a rule, standout representatives of their father’s subspecies—to prestigious families in Canterlot. Luna herself had investigated the bloodline of her sister’s apprentice and had noted with some satisfaction that Twilight Sparkle herself was a descendent of one of Luna’s own pre-sealing unicorn children. She wasn’t alone, either; Rainbow Dash could trace her lineage to Celestia, who’d given up a peagasus foal centuries ago who had then moved to Cloudsdale.
Of course, Celestia had a head start on the number of royal offspring sired due to ongoing centuries as well; but Luna was confident she could catch up to, and then eclipse, her sister’s tally in that regard.
Luna released him and he flopped out of her, panting, his cock dribbling cum on the flood and his face wide with shock; Squire whispered to himself. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna be a father to a royal bastard…”
“Indeed thou wilt,” Luna said, again using her magic to ensure her words were for his ears only. “Worry not, guardsman, I shall ensure thy seed and bloodline remain strong and healthy. Perhaps I might even adopt thee thine own offspring? Though that be a conversation for another time…”
Leaving the regretful husband-to-be on the floor, Luna turned and slowly took in the rest of the crowd, smiling all the while. Playfully, she tossed her head, her starry mane drifting in the breeze. “Well?” she exclaimed, turning and presenting herself to them. “Such a host of virile stallions would do well to not keep their princess waiting!”
And with that, the orgy began.
Two lucky stallions rushed the princess, throbbing horsecocks at the ready, and positioned themselves on either end of her body. She opened her mouth and eagerly allowed one guard to push into her throat, gulping loudly and being sure to make a show of it, while presenting her flank to the other guard; he draped his hooves over her crescent moon cutie mark and lined up with her waiting muff, groaning as he pushed in. She parted as readily around him as she had for Squire.
The two of them thoroughly spitroasting their princess, they bucked back and forth, pushing her between them. Loud squelching sounds resounded through the barracks, and more members of the garrison all pitched their voices high, hoping to score the attention of their party princess:
“Over here, Luna!” “I dream about you all the time!” “Me next, me next!” “Fuuuuuck, I want that hole!”
Some stallions, deciding they didn’t want to wait for her to have her mouth or marehood freed up, jabbed their cocks at her free hooves, indicating that they wanted her to jerk them off. Rolling internally with amusement, Luna did just that, gripping her hooves tight around the guards’ throbbing members and pumping back and forth. She was not unaccustomed to handling virile cocks, after all; she’d practiced well over the years.
With the heat of the room spiking, more stallions decided that they wanted a go. Though Luna was still getting spitroasted, one crowded in alongside the guard in her pussy, hefting his cock. Luna’s eyes widened as he managed to shove a second cock in alongside the first, the stretch absolutely unreal and unlike anything she had ever engaged in before. For a moment, even her godly body strained to keep up. Still, though, a third stallion lined up behind her. Quite daring, he pushed his cock not at her pussy, but at her ass.
As he yoinked up her tail and then shoved into her tight hole, Luna nearly passed out. She had four dicks in her, and two more in her hooves; the pleasure was ungodly, but the strain and tiredness it left her was unfair as well. Part of her even started to panic; was this really a good idea? She’d only just begun the night, after all!
The rest of her quickly dashed those uncertainties. She was Luna—princess of the night, bringer of dreams! She could handle all this and more. Indeed, the first guard in her pussy and the one in her mouth both came in unison.
Eagerly, Luna swallowed the cum in her mouth—letting it trickle down her throat as she gulped it down eagerly. Her throat worked as she greedily sought to leave not even a drop behind, ages-old instincts kicking in. It trickled delightfully down her throat and she felt it plop satisfyingly down into her stomach. Oh yes, she was made for this.
The stallion in her pussy grunted as well as he spurted his seed, and his cock throbbed inside. The stretch was delicious, with Luna murmuring with delight as she felt herself spread wide to accommodate him. She could feel every inch of his generous, equine shaft pulsing inside of her. The guard grunted again, his voice catching, as the sharpest orgasm of his life whipcracked through him with a powerful sensation. He slumped over Luna, panting, and was appreciative of her generous rump to support him as he caught his breath. Idly, he couldn’t help but pray that word of this debauched spectacle never left the barracks… though he was far from sure about its satisfaction.
Even the one she was jerking off, spurred on by his cohorts’ obvious enjoyment, came as well. With a sudden race of pleasure that started in his shaft and streamed through his body, he tensed and then came. His shaft tensed and pearly white globs of seed painted Luna’s hide, the pearlescent color standing out sharply against her midnight hue. Luna, delighted at his gift, gripped him tighter and worked his cock a few more times, making him grunt with stimulation as even more cum sprayed out of him. Finally spent, his eyelids fluttered with delight.
As the three stallions peeled away, spent, Luna called out for the attention of those hungrily looking on:
“Come then, my loyal guards! Your princess awaits you! I shall service you all!”
With a loud hurrah, the guardsmen mobbed her.
Every guard present wanted a turn. They jabbed cocks into her hooves, nudged her muzzle to let her suck them off, even mobbed her pussy and her ass, shoving multiple members in at once and leaving Luna aching with delicious stretch. Some of the guards were engaged, just as Squire was; more than a few were even married. These attached guards hung back at first, but the allure of a godly body and the testosterone coursing through the room got the better of them, and even they ended up going for her before long. Though they might have regrets later, at the moment they threw themselves at her with aplomb, eagerly doing their best to achieve as much pleasure as they could. Throbbing shafts dumped pint after pint of goopy cum into Luna to the point where cum was fountaining out of her lovely midnight blue pussy, spreading all over the floor.
The night went on. As soon as one guard was spent, another took his place. Over and over they came at her: cocks mobbing her mouth, her holes, her hooves. They fucked her by the dozens; no, by the hundreds. All the while, Luna kept a clean mental tally, increasing her mental amount of stallions fucked.
Still, even she ended up feeling overwhelmed as the night progressed. Her body was aching and sore and spent; the proceedings left her feeling weary. Her libido was one thing, but even a goddess’s form only had so much it could take! Nevertheless, she kept at it, not wanting to disappoint her loyal guardsmen and eager to catch up to her arrogant sister’s total.
Finally, hours later, the sun finally rose. Nearly every guard in the castle had taken a go at Luna, and now the stallions were flopped over benches or on chairs or even piled up on the floor, groaning sleepily as they luxuriated in the afterglow. Only one last guardsman was still pounding away at Luna, grunting cutely as he ravished her ass; her pussy had been thoroughly used up, so Luna had pivoted to offering her rump at some point during the proceedings. The stretch of her lesser-used hole was sublime, and the stallions seemed to like it as well. As the guard nestled against her generous rump, still pounding away, he seemed barely able to hold on. Luna decided to give him some encouragement.
“The last the best, is it not?” she told him. “Give thy princess her well-deserved gift!”
Finally, with a loud sigh, he came inside of her and passed out, slumping out of her to doze in a pile of sloshy cum. Weary but triumphant, Luna mentally preened herself as she hopped up on a bench, taking stock of the barracks.
Yes, there were no stallions left—each and every one had been satisfied. What a show by the princess of the night! She caught sight of herself in a side mirror and grinned. She was quite the sight; her coat was stained with cum and matted in places, her beautiful mane all tousled and cum-flecked, her pussy swollen and gaping. Even her stomach was bloated and sloshing as she moved. She poked at it with amusement, noting that for the next few months it would look rather like this even when she wasn’t fresh off a nightlong orgy. She was already thinking up names for her foal by Sergeant Squire.
Speaking of the good sergeant, he was slumped in the corner, dozing. Despite his initial hesitation, he’d come back for seconds and even thirds as the night wound on, much to Luna’s amusement. It was only fitting; he was the stallion of the hour, as it were.
As she hopped off the bench, sloshing as she did so, she made her way back to her quarters for rest and relaxation. Maids and other castle servants got out of her way as she trotted down the halls, some following her movement with wide eyes. A few of the older maids whispered under their breath about their princess’s impropriety and debauchery; some of the younger, less worldly ones fainted outright at the sight of their monarch strutting through the castles leaking cum.
Luna ignored them. Her mental tally was complete; she’d fucked just over one thousand guards tonight! That was quite the boost to her score. She chuckled to herself as she readied for a well-deserved night’s rest and relaxation. Celestia ought to watch out; her little sister was gunning for that total. Luna would claim her rightful place as the mare of all stallions’ dreams!