Part VII. Order
Fredrick would always jokingly ask himself why he would seem to sleep several-times better when he was with Luna than when he was on his own, and he knew for a fact that it was not just the cloud beds working their figurative—and quite possibly literal—magic. Whatever the obvious reason was, a normal Monday such as today felt immeasurably better for the human, which was saying something because, like back on Earth, he hated Mondays with a passion and he was somewhat disappointed to figure out that it was little different in Equestria. Even so, it was always nice to wake up next to that mare he had been calling his closest friend for several months. As comfortable as he was in his bed right at this moment, Fred took little issue in the sweet, endearing and downright lovable voice that Luna would use to wake him up when they literally spent the night together:
“Get your posterior orthogonal, it is time to run a nation!”
Oh how he adored hearing Luna’s words shatter his dreams, so much so that he just felt so compelled to reply just as groggily endearingly:
“Ehhhh… nah.” He turned over and buried himself further under the covers. Foolish human. With a simple charging of her horn and wave of her hand, Fredrick was suddenly wrapped up in all the blankets and suspended over the bed, a loud yelp of surprise emanating from the floating heap.
“Both of us have a job to tend to. Where is your enthusiasm for the greater good, my little human?” Luna asked, dangling her friend in the air by his covers. Actions like these were quite commonplace and the Lunar Princess ultimately enjoyed garnering rather hilarious reactions and banter. Fredrick, on the other hand, did not quite mind as much as he might show.
“Bend over and I’ll show you…”
Luna rolled her eyes and dropped him onto the bed, his form bouncing a couple of times before Fredrick untangled himself from the heap of fabric. His dazed gaze met a rather amused one from the regal-clad Princess.
“Perhaps I shall take you up on that sometime in the future, but for right now, I must be off to my office to prepare some notes before court. We’ve got a particularly enthralling case as it is that time to consider from an economic standpoint whether or not to change the interest rate and if so, to what?” Luna placed her tiara on her head and in a flash of magic, her hair was ethereal and floating in a non existent wind. “Oh, I completely forgot, you said last night that you had something you wanted to discuss, Fredrick?” Luna asked, remembering Fred’s words when he was showering her with affection.
“Uhhh… Let’s talk over lunch? I don’t think there’s enough time right now, especially since you’re so work oriented at the moment,” Fredrick replied, his memory finally returning to him after the post-wake-up disorientation dissipated. Luna was content with that.
“Very well. Then we shall convene at lunch and as for now, I’m off to my study,” Luna said, walking over to the bed and planting a kiss on Fredrick’s lips. He could taste her fresh, cold, and minty breath due to freshly brushed teeth and it did wonders in clearing up his own less-than-desirable morning breath. They separated and after sharing one last endearing look, the Lunar Alicorn teleported back to her own room as to not arouse suspicion. Once she was gone, Fredrick decided to sit on the now messy bed in some silence and ponder to himself while he woke up in entirety… though he quickly found little more than Luna’s nude body occupying his thoughts.
Yeah I should take a shower…
After freshening up (including having a lovely session with himself to his best friend’s image) and dressing in a blue dress-shirt and black slacks, Fredrick made his way to Celestia’s office where they made quick preparations for court, as well as had breakfast together before the inevitably rivetting session ahead. Over said breakfast, however, he did manage to sneak in the tidbit about Blueblood wanting an audience with them all. Fred had expected some resistance due to whatever these ‘recent events’ happened to be, but Celestia offered none, merely a friendly smile and an ‘of course,’ pointing out that regardless, Blueblood was still her nephew.
With that, the two headed to court, which Fredrick had to admit was not as boring as he thought it would be this time around, since he and Luna would subtly communicate funny or sweet faces and gestures back-and-forth. During a twenty minute intermission half-way through the first session was when he decided to drop the question to the Lunar Alicorn… who nearly vehemently declined to have anything to do with the ‘incomprehensible shitfuck;’ Fredrick did take pride that some of his vocabulary was beginning to rub off on her.
“Your love for him shines like Celestia’s sun, but I really believe this could help us! Your sister is on board too!” he continued to reason. The two stood in a random hallway that Luna had teleported them to so they could have a conversation away from other prying eyes and listening ears, and it worked perfectly save for the occasional castle staff that passed by the ends of the capillary transit hall. Still, they felt the need to keep their voices down, as all of this was still sensitive and strictly confidential subject matter.
“You have not had to live with him as long as I have, nor as long as my sister has!” she exclaimed through a stern whisper, communicating her emotions with her hands and forcing her index finger straight at Fredrick’s face for extra emphasis. “You have little idea what he is capable of and cannot hope to wrap your head around his motives!” Fredrick threw his hands up in frustration.
“I get it, Luna! He’s a twat-weasel, but he may just be the type of twat-weasel we need. Look, I’m not asking either of you to agree to anything he says— hell, I don’t even know what he’s gonna say to be honest—but just to humor him; listen to what he says and give it some serious consideration!”
Luna, however, did not look entirely convinced, as she stared down her human friend with narrowed eyes. Fredrick took this as his cue to continue pleading his case.
“As I implied earlier, I’m in little rush and I want to make sure that things end up perfect and right… not awkward and wrong.” Truth be told, Luna was less irritated at having to potentially grace her ‘nephew’ with her presence as opposed to said ‘nephew’ being much more observant than she gave him credit for. After a few-seconds silence, Luna’s stern and stoic face sported an inkling of a grin, and she ‘booped’ him on the nose, to which he wrinkled it at the unexpectedly odd feeling. Clearly, she had made her decision.
“For you, I shall. However, you are indebted to me for agreeing to have an audience with the worm,” Luna acquiesced, this time with the joking smile and lidded eyes that Fredrick had become so accustomed to as of late.
“Oh?” he replied with false incredulity. “And what would be an acceptable form of comeuppance for such a grueling task to perform at my behest?” Fredrick added dramatically, playfully mocking her hybrid modern-archaic speech patterns that he found so inexplicably adorable. Luna let out one of her rare, feminine ‘mare-y mare’ giggles in response, but quickly found that she could spin this to her… advantage.
After the ‘adventures’ of the previous day, Luna was, unsurprisingly yet silently, left wanting more from Fredrick; and she was certain he felt the same. However, in her defense, being on a dry spell for well over a thousand years warranted a fair amount of figurative make-up and catching up to do. Even so, her remaining reservations around the human that she so dearly cared for would ultimately prevent her from begging him at this very instant to rut her into the stone wall. Luna’s old-yet-recently-tread-in-retrospect fears of looking desperate and crazed began to surface once more.
“Well, I am able to think of one of many things,” Luna alluded not so subtly.
Who says mares cannot enjoy activities of the sexual nature as much as stallions?
On Fredrick’s end, he could clearly identify the tone of voice she was using and coupled with the fact that Luna let the fingers of her right hand drop dangerously close to her cleavage was more than enough indicator for him that whatever more ‘convincing’ she needed would not be in the least bit painful on his behalf. Even so, he decided to not think on his words as he uttered his next sentence:
“Anything for the Princess of the Night,” he added with an exaggerated bow. Once those words left his mouth and entered into Luna’s ears with the sincerity he conveyed, her eyes lit up brightly and a giddy smile plastered itself on her muzzle. Fredrick, however, became a bit concerned for his well-being once he realized the gravity of his words.
Did I just agree to some kinky alicorn fantasy?
“If you indeed reason that way… I see little issue with the matter at hand. However, it is time to return to the court; Intermission is nearly through. We shall speak of this later,” Luna added with a final wink and bite of her lower lip before giving Fredrick a kiss on the cheek and teleporting them both back to public sight.
[Luna’s Study | Lunch Hour]
“Well that went as well as it could’ve gone… I think?” Fredrick spoke first as they opened the door into Luna’s office. Court had adjourned for a one-hour lunch period and making good on what was agreed upon early in the morning, the two friends decided to spend lunch together.
“T’is monetary policy. It can only become so exciting in the end,” Luna stated, though secretly, monetary and tax policy were quite riveting in her opinion. Celestia always had to give Luna credit that the latter’s ability to stick out the boring and mundane were lightyears ahead of her own. Luna removed her coat and placed it on the back of her chair, allowing Fredrick to get a nice look at her backside in that tight dress of hers.
Perfect…
“The longer you keep staring, the less time we have to nourish ourselves,” Luna commented without looking back, still bent over and fishing both of their lunches out of a small refrigerator. She could clearly feel Fred’s eyes sizing her up and she honestly had little problem with that, though time was not a luxury afforded at the present moment.
At least, that was what Luna wished to have Fredrick believe.
As she moved to grab Fred’s meal in its tupperware, she stopped her hand mid-motion once a devilishly brilliant (according to her) thought crossed her mind. Satisfied with the mental turn of events, Luna fished only her meal out of the fridge and stood back up, placing said carton on her desk and looking back towards her friend with remorse.
“Well, it appears in today’s rush to assure preparedness, I seem to have forgotten to request a packed lunch for you from the dining hall.” Right as Fredrick was about to respond, Luna’s horn flashed for a fraction of a second, the result being the door being locked from across the room and Fredrick looking at her with an inquiring gaze. Luna crossed her legs and sat on the edge of her desk, locking her fingers together as if she was about to go on one of her lectures.
“So… I believe I have figured out a much more suitable alternative.” With that, she uncrossed her legs, leaned back with support from her arms, and revealed her panties peeking out from between her legs. Fredrick’s eyes widened and his jaw ever-so-slightly dropped, not being able to take his eyes off the spectacle in front of him. As per usual, his mind/physical being and conscience were on two different planes of reality:
Whoa… this girl is a keeper!
“Ummm…” he was struggling to find words. “Like, I’m okay with this but, uhhh… now? Like, right now?” Fredrick questioned merely on the thought of them being late back to court and the fact that Luna was seemingly not caring in the slightest; much unlike her.
“Does this look like the face of mercy to you?” Luna pointed to her stoic muzzle, legs still spread invitingly atop of her desk.
“W-What?? That didn’t even make sense! What about court?”
“I strictly remember a certain human stating ‘Anything for a Princess.’”
“But—”
“Fredrick,” Luna began calmly and lovingly with an invitingly seductive smile on her face. “If you do not get over here, get on your knees, and take care of my court, I swear by the moon that I shall—”
“Alright, alright… goddamn,” Fredrick continued their banter as he made his way over to his best friend and, somewhat awkwardly, got onto his knees right in front of Luna’s spread legs. He ogled his prize a bit, which was concealed by light-blue panties, and slightly thanked fate that this was not some weird alicorn fantasy that he had feared earlier. Luna, though much enjoying the sight of her greatest friend between her legs, was quickly growing impatient.
Impatiently horny!
“As I said not even a few minutes ago, the longer you stare, the less time we have for nourishment,” Luna pointed out with her usual authoritative tone that was associated with the Lunar Princess.
“I hardly consider this nourishment,” Fredrick added with his own bout of sarcasm, placing his hands on both of Luna’s legs and sliding them up to her inner thighs under her dress, coming straight to the hems of her underwear. Luna instinctively bit her lower lip a bit as she looked down at Fredrick finally removing her panties and exposing her quickly moistening slit. Luna had no weird bondage fantasies or odd kinks despite her over a millenia of not getting any… however, one thing she did miss was a stallion of her choice going down and to town on her. Of course, in this case, the ‘stallion of choice’ was of course Fredrick, and his tools would be his fingers and tongue.
“You are terrible at fibbing, Fredrick. I know for a fact that you will most likely enjoy this as much as I,” Luna retorted, running the fingers of her left hand through Fred’s hair as he moved the hem of her dress up to get a better look at his prize. While he was reluctant at first, his lust finally overcame his reservations and with Luna’s own coaxing, he could easily, and happily, do this. Fredrick took his right hand and used two of his fingers to trace up and down her lower lips, his fingertips barely parting them and allowing a little more of her juices to seep out. Luna’s grip on her desk tightened and she angled her head back, exhaling in a satisfied manner. Still, he had fingered her the night before… she wanted more. So, without any words, the hand that rested on Fredrick’s head slowly applied pressure to pull his face inward. Of course, he obliged.
With his mouth barely away from her moistening slit, he could literally feel the heat radiating off of it and wasted no time in probing with his tongue the same path of his fingers up and down in the crevice of the labia, using said fingers to spread them a tad.
“Mmmm there we go…” Luna cooed, looking down on him with lidded eyes and moving her left hand from his head to her left breast, cupping and rolling it through the fabric of her dress and attempting to pinch her nipple through the bra-cup. Luna gave out very cyclic moans that were not overly loud but definitely sexy for the human doing the work, sexy enough to spur him on and go farther. Using his fingers to part her lower lips farther, he prodded his tongue completely inside, stabbing her hole in and out, attempting to literally tongue-fuck her. The move required him to go deeper, which made the tip of his nose press into her clit, and the dual-sensation drove the Lunar Alicorn absolutely wild, making her replace her hand on his head and pull him in extremely tight… so much so where he actually couldn’t breathe.
Fredrick continued to grind his tongue onto her needy hole until he could not hold in his breath and had to separate, Luna’s fluids completely coating his lips and chin as he took much needed breaths. Luna was in the throes of pleasure-land and was quite miffed that the flow of said pleasure had suddenly ceased.
“W-Why did you stop?”
“Kinda have to breathe, Luna, Jesus,” Fredrick replied, still catching his breath and about to dive in.
“Who is this ‘Jesus’ you speak of?” Luna asked in her cloudy state, remember all the times Fredrick had huffed out this phrase in times of frustration or disbelief.
“He was… he was some dude and… it’s a figure of speech alright?” Fredrick answered shortly, toying her clit with one of his thumbs.
“An individual is a figure of speech?” Luna asked, though with a much higher tone of voice on account of the pleasure her clit was supplying to her brain.
“I can explain idiomatic expressions from the human world or I can continue. Which would you prefer?” he asked, continuing their sarcastic banter, which Luna answered by pressing his face straight into her throbbing pussy.
“Shut… up,” the Princess said with a moan as she shut him up. Fredrick went right back to work grinding his tongue as deep into her as he could, curling it against her upper wall and exploring the contour and texture of her inner-slit. Her taste was not bad in the slightest… bitter but not unpleasant. He hummed into her, sending vibrations to her very core which made her emit a long, guttural moan each time. Even chuckling at her reactions sent such vibrations into her and repeat the process. His nose still tickled her clit as he literally ate her out and Luna could not help but lay back on her desk completely and slip her hands under her dress, massaging her breasts together with her nipples between two fingers.
“Right there, Fredrick… RIGHT THERE!”
Since Luna was now laying on her back with her legs spread out nice and far, Fred had much more room to work with. Using both of his thumbs, he massaged her outer lips as he parted them, allowing his tongue to continue its onslaught on her upper walls (or anything he could lick in general, but concentrating there) as well as sucking her clit when his tongue needed a rest. Truth be told, he had to maintain enough self control to prevent him from dropping his pants and performing a human-pony stress test on Luna’s desk. After one more switch from dripping pussy to clit, Luna held him there.
“Ooooh… Do not cease! AHHH! Right there, please do not stop!”
That was all the inspiration he needed to keep massaging her little button with his tongue in as many ways as he could imagine while sucking it at intervals as he would her boobs. To make up for the loss in work slightly down below, Fredrick inserted his middle finger straight into her and pumped it as best as he could, ensuring he did not uppercut himself. Humming the entire time for the extra pleasure for her, Fredrick quickened his movements and hardened his intensity until Luna was finally pushed over the edge with a definitely noisier orgasm than the previous night. Her walls tightened around his finger and she used her hands to firmly hold his head in place as she rode out the waves of her release, her moans gradually decreasing in intensity and longevity until she was giddy and limp on her desk. Her juices pooled on the wood below her as she rested with her arms out.
Fredrick got to his feet and crudely wiped his lips with the back of his hand before finding a couple of napkins on top of Luna’s lunch tupperware and using them to properly wipe his face off. Once that was done, he turned and looked down over the face of his best friend, lustful smiles exchanged between the two.
“How was that, Princess?”
“You make valid arguments and demonstrate your points nicely. V-Very well… You have convinced me. I shall meet willingly with Blueblood,” Luna conceded with a final post-orgasmic twitch that rippled up her spine, she being in various states of satisfaction.
Court continued on after their escapade and Luna had to work hard to hide that dopey, post-sex grin during the rather serious economic meeting. Fredrick himself had little trouble doing so since he was not on the receiving end, but he still ended up having to wash his face and rinse out his mouth several beyond several times. Nopony was the wiser… save for Celestia who, upon looking at both of them at their return, nearly burst out into complete guffaw. With that development, all three of them had to keep their composure during the remaining hours of the meeting: Luna with her slight embarrassment and glowing happiness, Fredrick attempting to not fall asleep, and Celestia doing her best to not laugh her flank off every time she so much as looked at Luna. Not soon enough, court finally ended with the decision to keep the cost of borrowing the same, meaning that Fredrick could excuse himself to find the nearest maid or other staff to take a message to Blueblood.
Still, regardless of the inevitable torment of teasing that Celestia would impart on both Luna and Fredrick, the latter was pleased that this whole plan could be tentatively set in motion, notwithstanding the Princess’s acceptance of the final plan, whatever it might happen to be. Fred truly did hope this could all work out. As much as he was enjoying a pseudo ‘best friends with benefits’ relationship that the two had so successfully progressed to, he conceded that he would thoroughly enjoy if he could treat Luna like a girlfriend, or whatever a Head of State in a relationship with Castle Staff would entail with title. Either way, the thought of taking her on a true date or outing without concealing themselves warmed him in many ways.
And fucking her. Definitely nailing her to the bed, figuratively, not literally.
Sexually.
Fredrick ran his hands through his combed hair as he sighed, eager to just pen off a message so he could get back to work and the onslaught of jokes that Celestia would throw at him once he entered her office. He could tell that she knew absolutely everything… the way she would gaze at Luna and have to purse her lips or feign coughing.
Boy was he in for it.
Turning a hallway, fate smiled upon him as Fred found a castle maid leaning against the wall and looking at something in a notepad. The distinctive, if cliché attire of black and white maid uniform was enough indication and thus, motivation to jog right up to her.
“Excuse me, Miss?” Fredrick addressed the golden-coated, red-haired maid. She turned her attention to the human beckoning her attention and quickly righted herself, straightening up in apparent embarrassment at potentially slacking on the job.
“Hi, Mr. Himmelreich!” the young mare addressed very formally, as if he was an extension of royalty. One thing he did notice and mentally voice was that the castle seemed to employ rather attractive staff… this common maid was no different.
That, or average-looking in Equestria is genuinely hot as hell. Jesus Christ.
“There’s little need to address me like that, as I’m castle staff just like you,” Fred kindly dismissed the formality. “Fredrick is just fine. OH, where are my manners… Fredrick.” He extended his hand to formally meet the maid, even though he was already notorious around the castle. Fredrick made a mental note to be more personable with other staff as the mare shook his hand.
“Of course, Fredrick. I’m Crystal. Nice to meet you,” she replied with a giggle. Normally, Fredrick would not have thought much of it but something was inherently… off about the way she giggled.
“Likewise. I’m sorry to bother you on your break or your duties, but I have a small favor to ask you. This may sound like a chore when I say the name… but I need you to take a message for me.”
“Sure thing! I’ve got time, who’s it for?” she asked, pulling her notepad back out and pulling a pencil seemingly out of nowhere.
“Prince Blueblood.”
“Ohhhhh…”
“Yeah… please don’t hate me too much,” Fredrick joked. Clearing his nose a bit with a sharp inhale, he caught a whiff of a stench that seemed awfully familiar to him. It wasn’t unpleasant but definitely off-putting and ‘different.’ Crystal giggled again, the same exact way. Moreover, her stance changed almost immediately from one of duty to one much more sensual as she pronounced her chest and overall form much more when she leaned back against the wall.
“Oh please, I could never get mad at youuuu,” she replied with a not-so-subtle wink and a visible boldening of her smile. Getting flirted with by some of the castle staff (mares and stallions alike) was not an unheard of event for him once he was much more integrated with society… but this was way too obvious and overly dramatic. Moreover, this mare was being serious about it; and it was sounding off alarms in his brain.
Somethin’ ain’t right with this mare I’ll tell you what.
“Yeah… anyway, just make the message read ‘It’s done.’” The mare nodded and she scribbled the words quickly, showing him the result while obviously pronouncing her bust with her arms. Fredrick was beginning to find this ridiculous… even if her breasts were beyond perfect handfuls in a good way. “Yeah, just like that. And could you sign my name at the bottom right there? Perfect!” he praised.
“Now, just take that to his office and slide it under his door… or stick it in his ass; I don’t know how he normally receives messages,” Fredrick stated mirthfully, ever eager to finally be done with this task. However, what should have been an easy send-off quickly took a turn for the worst, though ‘worse’ would be subjective in this case.
“I could do that… maybe if you do a little something for me…” Crystal alluded with little to the imagination, pulling the same ‘fingers in the cleavage’ act that seemed to be common knowledge to all girls on Earth and Equestria.
“Yeah… look, if you don’t want to or can’t do this, that’s perfectly fine and I’ll seek out somepony else who—” Fred was cut off when Crystal pulled him against her with her earth-pony strength, a certain lustful fire absent of any other spark of emotion shown through her amber eyes. Gazing upon them opened a whole can of repressed memories from about a month after he arrived.
Oh god no… please no…
With quick burst of strength, Fredrick freed himself from her grasp.
“Crystal, what the hell is with you?” he exclaimed, needing to get full confirmation before he ascertained a point of needing to deal with the situation another way. The curvacious mare advanced on him slowly as he tread backwards.
“Not you, that’s what’s with me… and that can be fixed by me dropping this outfit, you dropping your pants, and you rutting an indentation of my back into the wall,” she stated, the same emotion (or lack thereof) in her eyes. She attempted to grab his leg with her tail.
SHIT! SHE’S IN HEAT!
Fredrick was quick enough to ensure his ankle didn’t get ensnared by Crystal’s tail and he bolted down the hallway, the mare hot on his figurative tail. He needed to get to Celestia’s office immediately.