Part V. Relief:
After cussing out the overseers of the universe in every linear combination of every profane word he knew, Fredrick had to end up taking care of the biggest problem at hand: his raging hard-on that was on the verge of sweet, sweet relief due to the efforts of whom he deemed as the sexiest mare alive. While the case of blue-balls the previous night was manageable (especially when he had to remove himself from the bed's comfort to drain his bladder; he ended up draining his loins as well for good measure), this particular case was completely nonnegotiable. Three minutes in the bathroom was all Fred needed to drop one of the largest loads he had in years... still unsatisfying since it was his own hand rather than the mare of his affection's.
Once the deed had been taken care of completely, now came the hard (but certainly not the hardest) part: actually figuring out what to do to occupy his time for the rest of the day. Clearly, his first choice of bugging Luna was out of the question; he was not asked to return to his post so actual 'job work' could also be excluded... so possibly...
"Maybe I should work out," he thought out loud to himself. He honestly had nothing better to do on his mind, and after grabbing an early lunch from the dining hall, he might as well make some productive use of his time... productivity which fed directly back into his own body. After all, he sort of, though unofficially, had a mare to please. He remembered her clearly stating that whatever time he had managed to devote to exercising had paid off to at least some noticeable degree, and she got a kick out of it. Why not? Who knows what he could potentially accomplish if he devoted enough time to even a meager schedule.
Alright, I guess it's time to stop being lazy then...
After a most pleasant shower and another relief-session because quite frankly, he felt like it, he dressed himself modestly in some loose-fitting pants and a casual shirt. Fred had to settle just a tad since, upon inspection, he realized that his clothes were not gathered and teleported with him. It did not matter in the slightest, as he could always retrieve them later. All preparation work finished, he strode down the hall with another bout of new-found confidence, being sure to acknowledge the occasional guard or maid that he crossed paths with on the way to the dining hall.
"Hope Luna was able to solve whatever problem came about..."
[Celestia's Office: Conference Room]
"So, allow me to clarify the situation, Celly," Luna's voice permeated the study after their guests had left, irritation and incredulity lacing every word that had the honor of leaving her maw. "You had to drag me from the comfort of my room on a day off due to what was supposed to be an 'urgent matter of diplomacy.' Forgive me, but I do not believe 'emergency exploration rights' fits my personal definition of an URGENT MATTER," Luna raised her voice as she rubbed her eyes with her thumb and index finger.
"I'm sorry, Luna... but the Griffon Kingdom, which is our ally, needed permission to continue exploring certain mineral deposits when said deposits were also in our borders. Speculators had accidentally crossed our border and to prevent an incident, they contacted us to warn us of the error and to simultaneously ask if they could continue exploration. Unfortunately that requires both of our approvals," Celestia explained. Luna could not really argue with that unfortunately, but that did not mean that she had to like it. Her older sister took a whiff of the air.
"Lu, I understand that due to the 'urgency' of the situation, you did not necessarily have time to make yourself fully presentable but you smell like death-incarnate mixed with sweat and something else I can't place my finger on... what in Tartarus were you doing at eleven in the morning in your room??" she asked, her vernacular becoming much more informal now that they were alone. Now, this was interesting. While Luna knew she could come perfectly clean with Celestia (with minor teasing of course), she did not particularly feel like revealing details.
"I was exercising in the comfort of my room," she lied. Celestia raised her right eyebrow.
"When do you ever exercise in your room? You always go to the castle weight room. I even join you a fair amount of the time and so does Fredrick," the Solar Alicorn countered. Luna had to think fast, and in her fast thinking, recalled something that infuriated everypony:
"Bastards curling in the goddamn squat racks!” Luna blurted out impulsively. Celestia’s face donned a weirded-out expression, due to the unexpectedly spry outburst.
“Luna, you know full well that I implemented a policy where curling in the squat racks is punishable by a year in prison. No one does it anymore because there’s no cure for being an ass. What you could tell me, though, is that you and Fredrick were getting it on and were rudely interrupted when my messenger came to get you, unaware of the situation,” Celestia so accurately replied. If a smug look could kill ponies, Celestia’s face would have committed genocide.
“H-HOW DO YOU KNOW THESE THINGS?!” Luna asked, completely dumbfounded, her hand motions conveying the utmost frustration.
“I lied about not being able to place that last smell, just as you lied to me just now. You’re glowing. Also, you reek of arousal and I’m not entirely sure whether or not our Griffon guests could pick it up… Tartarus I sincerely hope they could not.”
“I am more concerned with the fact that you know what my arousal smells like, Celly,” Luna came back, a disturbed complexion adorning her features. The white alicorn rolled her eyes.
“Mostly because upon your return, when you rediscovered self-pleasure you had the habit of not washing your damn hands every now and then, Luna.”
“AND YOU DID NOT TELL ME THIS?!” Luna asked, completely flabbergasted and embarrassed.
“Really, because I’m sure you’d have reacted well if I told you ‘Hey Lu, if you frig yourself and don’t wash your hands, other ponies could potentially smell something.’ That would’ve done wonders for your confidence, huh?” Celestia’s sarcasm went through the roof. Luna threw up her hands in exasperation and leaned back into her chair.
“T’was not my fault I was always needed at the most inopportune times… SUCH AS TODAY,” she pointed out the parallels. Today was just great so far… and it was not helpful that she was still sexually frustrated beyond belief. All her thoughts ran back to her human friend:
My job may not be negotiable, but Fredrick shall have a job tonight that will certainly be nonnegotiable…
Indeed, Princess Luna was going to ensure getting up for work tomorrow would be a laborious task. Due to her being buried in her thoughts, she did not entirely notice that Celestia was resting her chin on her hand, staring smugly at her.
“So I take it you two found… common ground?” Celestia began alluding. With the truth revealed—though not by Luna’s doing—the teasing had officially begun.
“Aaaand here we go…” Luna braced herself, rubbing her eyes with her fingers again.
“So, what went down? Or should I ask, who went down?”
“Very well, get it out of your system already.”
[Fredrick’s Room. Seven o’clock in the evening.]
“Yeah… that wasn’t a good idea,” Fred muttered out in pain as he laid face-down on his bed. On top of him, straddling his lower back was the Lunar Princess applying her hands to his upper back, massaging him tenderly. Her hands (with very light doses of painkiller magic) worked at his upper-back and neck diligently, doing the best that she could to soothe his pulled muscles. Fred, despite the pain, was in heaven: a gorgeous mare, clad in sweat pants and a loose shirt, was expertly massaging him… and it felt absolutely incredible. Few could truly ask for more in such a situation.
“You are still an idiot,” Luna deadpanned, though she really did enjoy soothing his pain and bringing him pleasure. After a while though, she resolved to lightly wrap her arms around his neck and lay down on his back. She nuzzled her face into the back of his neck and on Fredrick’s end, he was quite comfortable. After the meeting had finally adjourned, Luna had decided herself to catch a much needed shower and to catch up on some paperwork. Once that was done, she went off in search of the human… her human. That was when she found him in the castle weight room, and she was lucky to have arrived at that time. Fredrick messed up his form attempting a back exercise, thus, straining his muscles.
“Thank you, my dear,” Fred spoke up after a while, the two just resting on each other.
“Anytime,” Luna comfortably replied back. Fred then rolled over onto his back to allow Luna to rest on his front. After the relatively simple maneuver and the repositioning of arms, her chest was pressed against his own and the two locked eyes, both pairs holding untold amounts of admiration, respect, and ultimately love for the other.
Of course, Fred’s eyes were tested a bit since Luna’s shirt rode down her chest a bit. Her boobs were pressed tightly against his chest, creating a magnificent display of cleavage. Even so, however, her teal-blue eyes were wonders of their own, and in fact, were the first attribute that piqued his interest all those months ago. He placed his hands on her butt, right where her cutie marks would be.
“You do realize that I do not mind if you stare, Fredrick,” Luna pointed out, witnessing his struggle.
“It would be rude to break eye contact in a moment like this,” Fred replied, leaning up and nuzzling his nose with hers. She returned the sweet gesture in kind with a smile on her face. Unable to help himself by how cute he deemed she was acting, Fredrick placed one of his hands behind her head and pulled her down to him, letting their lips lock together. Luna cooed gently into his mouth as she pushed back with equal kissing-force. Joined at the mouth, the two’s lips worked together for a while before Luna’s tongue prodded—no—demanded entrance into his mouth. Having no intention to deny her, he opened up and there began a gentle duel of tongues as they continued making out. Fredrick’s hands found their way back down to Luna’s ass and began the kneading process that she seemed to enjoy so much. Soon enough, however, their lips separated with a rather sexy-sounding ‘smack’ and Luna leaned in to whisper into his ear:
“I trust we’re going to continue where we left off?” she eagerly voiced… perhaps a bit too eagerly. She even punctuated her statement with a light lick on the perimeter of his ear.
“Eager, are we?” he joked, though truth be told he was just as, if not more, eager as she. Luna did not answer with words, but with actions, as she started kissing and nipping at his neck. Although not particularly sensitive for Fredrick, the anticipation of what would come next was what sent shivers down his spine. Reciprocating, he became a bit more daring by moving his right hand between his and Luna’s bodies, between her legs, and palming her firmly.
The effect was instantaneous as Luna’s breath hitched. A ‘shuddered-moan’ worked its way out of her throat as she finally felt his firm hands on her aching slit. Fredrick, honestly, was getting off on her reactions. So before she could do anything else, he began firmly rubbing her back and forth, clearly able to feel the structure of her swollen lips as they begged to be tended to. On Luna’s end, she had to stop her little ministrations as she was being overwhelmed with pleasure and anticipation. Both were denied a magnificent release earlier and nothing was going to stop them now. What was really getting Fred going was the fact that Luna was clearly soaked through her sweatpants.
“God Luna, you’re really wet,” Fredrick voiced, trying to sound as sexy as possible… though also that was really the only thing he could think of at that point. Much to his relief, Luna ate it up.
“Mhmm…” Luna affirmed with her eyes closed, lower lip bitten, and muzzle still in Fredrick’s neck. She concentrated all her feeling on her lower lips and reflexively began to grind her hips into his hand…which was slowly getting wet and sticky as well. However, this would never do. Fredrick’s current position was not conducive for pleasing her. So, with a bit of exertion, he flipped their positions, much to the glee of the dark alicorn. Before they went on, however, he was sure to plant another kiss onto her lips… which turned into another make-out that both parties were reluctant to break. They had to, however, on account of air.
“I trust there’ll be no dutiful interruptions this time?” Fred joked, looking down upon the mare that brought him so much joy.
“I would ensure nopony would miss them,” she quipped in return, locking her lustful eyes with his own. She pulled him down for another kiss which was all well and good, but this time, Fredrick took the initiative and began palming her again with his right hand. That was, until he decided to slide his hand down her sweat pants. His hand was immediately drenched but that did not deter him from exploring every little bit of her needy slit. Luna was perfectly okay with that, since she was finally able to feel her best friend’s fingers on her most sensitive part.
“Holy shit you really are wet…” Fred commented with genuine surprise, not to merely state the obvious. Luna had had enough, and she was even more turned on by the fact that he was clearly pitching a tent into her thigh.
“Fredrick… if you do not put something inside me right now, there will be enormous consequences,” she threatened, pure lust and irritation lacing every word.
“Hmmm I like the sound of that,” he replied before he literally took the plunge, sinking his middle and ring finger into her waiting pussy with a subtle ‘squelch.’ The feeling for both was quite indescribable, but obviously more substantial on Luna’s end, who reacted with only an elongated hybrid of a sigh and a moan… almost as if a figurative weight was lifted off of her shoulders. But no, in this sense, she was filled, if only partially. Upon opening her eyes once more, Luna gaze was filled with want, if her bit lip was anything to go by… that look was enough to drive Fredrick absolutely insane. What drove him even more insane was when she quickly removed her shirt and in a second movement, her bra, leaving her upper body completely bare.
“I know you have indeed been thinking of them all day,” she commented, cupping both of her boobs while she began grinding softly onto his fingers. He was definitely getting the message, even as he stared down those perfect tits of hers. So, he began thrusting his fingers at a slow pace, plunging them completely into her throbbing hole before removing them almost entirely… and then repeating the process. Fredrick decided to get himself into a better position, supported by his knees and left hand.
“I have… as well as this,” he emphasized by pressing the bottoms of his fingers flush against her upper wall, forcing some sort of a strained, pleasure-filled whine out of her.
“I swear if you stop right now…” Luna cooed out, warningly.
“Wasn’t planning on it… but now that you mentioned it…” he ceased his movements, merely leaving his fingertips embedded. Even in the most intimate moments their banter would not end.
“FREDRICK!”
He replied by again plunging his fingers as far as they would go… up to his knuckles, but this time, he curled them upward.
“OOooohh… yes!” Luna called back, a full smile gracing her face as she let her head fall back onto the pillow. She clutched both of her breasts in her hands and brushed her nipples with her thumbs for added effect.
“I guess you’ve wanted this for a while, huh?” Fredrick questioned playfully as his fingers continued thrusting, curling up with each inward motion towards that special, extra-sensitive place inside her. She released one of her hands to the bed and balled her fist, grasping fistfuls of the sheets while keeping her legs spread as wide as possible with the constraint of her sweat-pants still being on. She dared not stop Fred to take them off, nor did she have the will to override her pleasure to do it herself.
“Tartarus… yes…” she finally replied shakily. Fredrick increased his movement in terms of speed and power but this time, used his thumb to part the top of her folds. After a few seconds of idle probing, he found her clit and began running his opposable digit in circles around it.
“FUCK!” she cried out with immediate effect, one of the few times Fredrick had ever heard her scream any sort of profanity. The throbbing of the walls around his fingers was quickly becoming more intense and as a result, he was second-guessing whether he wanted to drag this out on account of her. Never removing his gaze from her writhing form below, he could see in her eyes and movements that she was getting desperate to finish… all her pent up arousal from earlier was resurfacing full-force.
Quickening his pace even more, he thrust into her faster, deeper, and much harder. Switching things up again, he began gingerly flicking Luna’s clit up and down with the tip of his thumb… to which she began bucking her hips almost uncontrollably. Her face was deeply colored with heat, her mouth opened slightly and to which her lustful moans emanated from, her perfect boobs being toyed with to her liking, her eyes opening and closing at random intervals,… it was all perfect. Fredrick ensured he burned this image into his brain.
However, he desperately wanted to see it. Just exploring every little slit and fold down there gave him plenty of imagery, but it did not fully satiate him. Using what leverage he could muster from his left hand, he was able to slide her sweat-pants down completely to her calves. Through her currently clouded mind, Luna was still able to get the message and she gladly kicked the garment off her feet, thus leaving her completely nude for Fredrick to gawk at. He could finally see the perfect muff that he was fingering into oblivion and, more turned on than he had been in his entire life, resumed his actions full force, eliciting an even higher pitched moan from the writhing mare beneath him.
Fredrick already had a simple end-goal in mind: Make Luna cum. Hard. To facilitate this process, he decided to position himself to her side and use his free hand to fondle her chest while he continued his relentless assault on her drenched pussy. Only the sounds of strained moans and rapid-squelches could be heard through the room as Luna enjoyed every millisecond of her experience, especially since, like last time when they were so rudely interrupted, she was nearing her end.
“Fred-RICK!”
God this is so fucking hot. I should say something… she’s so close, Fredrick, say something sexy.
“It’s okay, Luna… finish for me. Mmmm you know you want to,” he replied back, attempting to not sound too crass nor romanticized.
It’s something!
Luna opened her eyes just a little bit to lock them onto those of her best friend above her. Her moans and whines never stopped but nevertheless, the two ensured that they never broke eye contact as Fredrick inserted a third finger into her and began pressing her clit like a button. Her world was immediately rocked, indicated by a shrill, close-mouthed moan, though her mind spoke rather than her mouth:
Oh Stars, yes… YES!!
Fredrick felt her walls clench around his fingers and suddenly become much, much wetter. She arched her back and after another moan and inhale, he was sure that this was it, and judging by her reactions, the next sound out of her mouth might be very, very loud.
“Aaaah… AAHH!”
But none of that happened. After a final higher pitched cry of pleasure, a couple of grinding motions on her part and one final clench of her walls, Luna’s breath hitched, her eyes slammed shut, and nothing sounded out of her open mouth as her back bowed upward. She finally exhaled a few moments later, shuddering as she rode out her euphoria, and Fredrick stopped his movements to ensure she could properly enjoy her orgasm. He buried his face in her neck and gave lustful kisses and nips as she rode through the release that she had been denied for so long. Soon after, he removed his fingers from her currently satisfied slit (with yet another squelch) and pressed his lips to hers. Luna wrapped her arms around him and pulled him deeper into her mouth, letting their tongues fight it out.
When they finally separated, Luna looked at him again with her lower lip bit… the same look that drove him insane.
“And yet again… all your clothes and no release. We must level the playing field once more,” she began tracing lines on his chest. The sweet little touches and gestures soon became orders, however:
“Remove your shirt. I wish to remove your shorts,” she cooed to him, a satisfied yet lustfully mischievous smile spread across her mug. He did not need to be told twice. As Fredrick was yanking his shirt off with haste, Luna was already snaking her way down his body, leaving kisses the entire way down. When she finally made it between his legs, she laid down and began nuzzling her face around the tent in his shorts, giggling at his reactions to her own teasing. On Fredrick’s end, looking down his body, he was greeted with Luna pulling his last garments, both shorts and underpants, down together with both hands, never breaking eye-contact yet again. Her eyes became even more seductively lidded as the last bit of fabric was torn away posthaste.
And finally it was free.
The object that Luna had longed to see for quite some time now was at full attention literally right under her nose. Despite all he had accomplished so far, Fredrick’s mind decided that now was the perfect time to become self-conscious about his ‘anatomy,’ causing him to avert his gaze awkwardly, wondering what he could say to possibly excuse himself if he came up short in “human resources department.”
Shit man, she’s just staring at it… but of course I could never measure up to a stallion, I mean, come on that’s pure biology.
On Luna’s end, she was internally salivating:
Somewhat smaller than a stallion’s… but I shall be damned if this phallus never enters me in the near future…
All of Fredrick’s thoughts were suddenly washed away as soon as they arrived.
“Whoa…”
He had to contain himself when Luna resumed her nuzzling, letting her muzzle and cheeks rub the side of his engorged penis with a closed-eyed smile of glee on her face. She was humming and giggling to herself as she was finally able to gaze and feel his throbbing spire.
“Luna…” Fredrick whined, steeling himself against her teasing lest he blow early. Let’s face it, it had been quite a while since he had been with anyone, even back on Earth.
“Oh and when the teasing returns back to you, you complain?” she asked coyly, completely getting off on his reactions and finally taking her right hand to his shaft. Resurrecting his ‘cool,’ Fredrick dared to look back down and found his best friend gazing back up at him, eyes screaming ‘sex,’ delicate hand wrapped around his throbbing member, lip bit, and a view of her D-cups squished against the bed, creating bountiful cleavage. It was a wonder he did not lose himself to the throes of orgasm right then and there. He definitely had to take a few breaths to regain his focus.
“Who said I was complaining?” he replied with equal coyness.
“Hmmm… even so, I am a Princess, so I must rule with a just…”
Luna’s thumb jutted upward and rubbed side-to-side.
“…yet firm...”
She squeezed… just a bit.
“…hand.” She ended her sentence with the sexiest wink she could muster before leaning in and applying the gentlest kiss to the head of his dick. Fredrick had to take an equally deep breath, which conflicted with a moan he failed to stifle. She then began to ever-so-slowly move her hand up and down his length. When Fredrick worked her over, she did not even need to express words for him to know that she wanted him to make her euphoric as quickly as possible… yet he managed to make it extra special for her… her lower lips pulsing with a mixture of ‘post-coital’ aches and returning arousal was proof. Hell, the fact that it was he who was making her reach those figurative heights was special enough. She was going to ensure that this was equally if not more special for him.
“Fredrick, you have little idea how many nights, when I have been able to dream, I have dreamt about all of the most sexual acts with you. I too, have snooped on your dreams of similar material… especially those featuring me…” she alluded, ceasing her motions at the top of his length so her thumb could caress the head gingerly. Copious amounts of precum soaked her finger almost immediately and Fred had to concentrate on his breathing yet again, his fists balling up.
“I wish for you to enjoy this as much as I enjoyed what you gave me…”
“Sh-Shit… I’ll enjoy anything you do to me, Luna…” Fredrick strained out after her thumb contacted the sensitive underside of his head.
“I shall ensure it,” she cooed out hungrily, applying more pressure with her grip and pumping her hand at a much more moderate pace on his shaft. As she let him relish in that, Luna decided to put her left hand to work, moving to cup his balls and gently fondle them. Fredrick was in the middle of letting a pleasurable sigh escape his lips when that second sensation befell him, instead forcing him to elicit a rather vocal, shuddered moan.
“Fuck, Luna you’re really good at this…”
“Heh, you would be surprised how little in the way of sexuality has changed over millennia, Fredrick.”
She began twisting her grip like a screwdriver while she pumped him at a faster, more forceful pace, as if to accentuate a point in her statement.
“Nevertheless, it brings me great arousal to explore what makes you tick… just as you explored me, no?” she asked rhetorically, looking up at him again and becoming even more turned on by how much he was enjoying her actions… it brought another sense of accomplishment that she could make him feel this way.
Luna could not deny it at this point: she was aching with arousal yet again. So, she removed her left hand from his balls and snaked it down between her legs. The movement was a bit awkward since she was lying down against the bed but she could care little as her hand reached its intended target, becoming drenched in her own fluids which were surely staining the bed sheets.
To make up for the loss of her left hand, she doubled her efforts with her right as well as adding a little something extra: she leaned in a bit more and applied a few kisses to his throbbing head before letting her tongue snake out, its tip drawing circles around the aforementioned head of his dick.
“OHH… Wow!” Fredrick had little control of what fell from his mouth at this point as the new sensation was applied. The only thought that graced his mind was that next time around, he was gonna pay her back three-fold. Luna let out a sultry giggle as she looked up at her friend, ensuring he was watching her tongue work his tip while her hand furiously massaged his shaft. By his lower body reflexively beginning to buck and the strained, pleasure-filled expressions of his face, he would not last much longer. As such, she continued her pace while simultaneously rubbing her clit with her left hand, her own self-pleasure helping drive her on.
“Luna…”
“Mmmm…” she replied, humming as her tongue and hand still worked. Her pace remained the same as there was no use in speeding up… this was going to end soon.
“That’s… fuck, Luna…” he called again, confirming her suspicions. She ceased her oral actions so she could quickly speak:
“As princess… I get what I desire…” she firmly locked eyes with him as Fred’s last defenses began to crumble. “and I desire your huge release. I demand all of it, Fredrick.”
Yes, she was certainly much more skilled in the talking department on the subject of sexuality. He would most certainly have to take note and practice that. In the meantime, however, all he concentrated on was the building pressure within his loins and Luna’s unbelievably sexy banter.
“You’re gonna get it…”
“Give me all of it!” she sexily ordered, a determined, sultry smile plastered on her face as she never stopped watching him. If his own moans were anything to go by, Luna predicted the time when he would surely be mere seconds from bursting. When that time came not even ten seconds later, she suddenly leaned in more and took his head into her mouth, her hand still pumping him at the pace he was enjoying so much.
“LUNA!” was all Fredrick’s mind projected onto his voice before he completely exploded into her mouth. The vibrations from her forthcoming moans and her tongue lapping greedily at his buried tip helped facilitate the firing of several more hot jets of his cum. The Lunar Princess giggled in accomplishment as she rhythmically swallowed all that was given to her until he was completely spent, his entire shaft softening somewhat and becoming much more sensitive. Fredrick was breathing deeply; sweat lining his brow and other parts of his body, as Luna removed his marginally flaccid cock from her mouth with an exaggerated ‘pop.’ She finished by licking up anything that could possibly have been left behind on his organ and concluding with another soft kiss to the head, never, again, removing her gaze from his own.
“Luna… that was indescribably amazing…” Fredrick managed to breathe out; completely spent from the special treatment she gave.
“T’was indescribable yet you described my actions as amazing?” she jokingly questioned. Fredrick responded with a good-natured, deadpanned stare. Before Fredrick could properly reply, Luna’s expression turned devious.
“Mmmm… give me a kiss, Fredrick!” She began crawling sexily up his body.
“Y-Yeah maybe not just yet…” he replied, considering his seed had coated her entire mouth not even a minute ago.
“Oh I beseech you, Freddie… I desire a tender kiss from my best friend,” she continued, licking her lips and making lip-smacking kissy faces at him.
“Oh hell no!” he replied quickly, scurrying out from under her, garnering a jubilant laugh. He was able to find refuge in his bathroom with Luna goading him the entire time from outside the door for several minutes. The two shared playful banter with each other but Luna eventually did cleanse her mouth before they shared a chaster, tender moment on his partially ruined bed, communicating their gratitude and satisfaction not with words, but with actions such as their usual snuggling and nuzzling.
Eventually, however, Luna did have to retire to her chambers in order to rise early for business as usual for the next day… Monday’s. How lame. It did not bother Fredrick that much, considering what they were both treated to. He would see her tomorrow first thing. Even so, post-‘coital’ fatigue was beginning to make its presence known, and Fred resolved to retire to bed early… though he did ask himself if he should have changed his sheets:
Fuck it. I’m an adult.
And so he drifted to sleep with a goofy grin on his face, much like Luna did not more than a few rooms down the quadrant hall.
It was not smooth and continuous as Fredrick’s rather pleasant dreams were disturbed when he swore he heard a knock at the door. A second wave of cacophonous bangs ensured he was roused from his slumber. Checking the time on the wall-clock yielded “11:31.”
Yet another wave of knocks prompted Fredrick to finally answer the door, even if he was less than decent and completely groggy. Upon opening said door, he found a Guard at attention. He appeared to be a messenger at first glance.
“Sir Fredrick,” the grey Night Guard saluted in greeting. The human raised one of his brows.
“I-I’ts just Fredrick. Can I help you?”
“Yes sir. I’ve been asked to bring you with me to the Courtyard.”
“Ummm, at this hour? And by whom?” Fred questioned. Stuff like this only happened in movies. The Guard rubbed the back of his head.
“I’m afraid that by direct orders, I am not at liberty to tell you. However, this is listed as high priority and it is suggested that you accompany me,” he noted. Fred was highly suspicious, but then again, he doubted something terrible would befall him. As well, it was not like he had anything else to do.
“Let me get decent,” Fred replied. The messenger nodded and the human closed his door, quickly throwing on some pants and a shirt… nothing special. Within two minutes, he opened his door once more and stepped outside.
“Lead on.”
And like that, the two of them were off throughout the maze-like castle, though Fred knew completely the path they were taking. Nopony could be found within the dimly lit corridors save for the pairs of Guards taking up random positions on walls and doors. The Guard did not seem to be in any rush, so Fred was quite content on taking their time, though he still had nagging questions in the back of his head:
“Hey between you and me… am I gonna be killed?” he asked his Guard guide softly and halfheartedly, garnering a small chuckle.
“I’d highly doubt that, sir. Any physical harm brought to you would incur the combined wrath of both Princesses… a fate worse than death itself. I believe you’ll be just fine,” he confidently replied. That seemed pretty logical to Fredrick. After all, if what transpired not too long ago in his room was any indication, Luna held him near and dear, as did Celestia. He took some sick sense of satisfaction that the two Princesses would probably torture anyone who dared try anything. Through his musing, however, he failed to see that they arrived at their destination: the very Courtyard that held such sentimental value to him.
“We’re here, sir. Just take a seat and you’ll be tended to in due time. Goodnight, sir,” the Guard curtly instructed before taking his leave, before Fred could even get a word in.
“Well… okay then.”
At least it was a comfortable temperature outside. Regardless, Fredrick did not find himself waiting very long. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure moving towards him. Turning in the general direction and despite the lack of light, he could tell that this entity was rather well dressed and carried themselves well. Once they stepped fully into the moonlight and out of the shadows, however, Fred’s curiosity turned into a mix of indifference, irritation, and curiosity.
“Good evening, Fredrick,” the very familiar, slightly-posh voice greeted in a rather business-like tone. The stallion’s blonde mane was combed perfectly to allow his horn through and his arms were linked behind his back, creating a rather erect and powerful posture. Fredrick responded with a rather humorously disbelieving huff.
“Blueblood.”