I Dream of Luna - 1

Note to New Readers:

- This chapter was only supposed to be a one-shot that was never meant to be continued, so it has little tie-in with the main storyline and is a bit different in tone.

- The real story begins in Chapter 2. Thanks for reading!

 

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>Day mustn't sleep in Equestria

>You're currently huddled in the corner of your small house in Ponyville, shivering and clutching the custom Louisville Slugger you carved out of a tree branch.

>You made it to dissuade these overeager little ponies from trying to get into your pants.

>One of your biggest fans, your little yellow would-be rapist Banana Hush has already been by for her daily visit.

>As you were tossing her into the nearby river for the umpteenth time, she casually mentioned that you looked tired and should get some rest.

>She's right. You haven't slept for days.

>Because no matter how effective your trusty anti-rape bat is in the real world, it doesn't travel with you into your dreams.

>And you know that if you dream, she'll be there.

>The worst one of them all.

>Fucking L-

"Wha?!"

>Shit, you must've nodded off for a second there.

>You stand in the middle of a serene forest glade and stretch under the warmth of the noonday sun.

>Man, you feel refreshed.

>The gentle breeze keeps you from getting too hot and the subtle birdsong calms your mind.

>"Hey, Anon~"

>A familiar voice whispers into your ear and you turn to see your highschool crush smiling back at you.

"Rebecca? What're you..."

>"Shhhh" she breathes, holding a finger to your lips. "Listen, I've been thinking lately. About us. And I think I want to give us a try. Would you like that?"

 

>Oh shit. Your heart starts pounding and you forget to breathe for a bit. You were always a complete sperg when it came to dealing with this girl.

>You try to choke out an answer but it gets lost in translation from your brain to your mouth and comes out as a garbled grunt.

>What's she doing here? Why is she here now? Where are you anyway? What the fuck is...

>No. No, you're not gonna think like that. Every failed approach you've ever made was due to the fact that you asked yourself too many questions. Not this time.

>You feel a surge of confidence. You wrap your arms around Rebecca and pull her close.

"Yeah, I think I do."

>You move in for a simple kiss, but she quickly escalates it into a full blown makeout session. You find your hands wandering to the incredible ass that's just barely contained by her one-size-too-small jeans and you give it a firm squeeze.

>Boner at 100% power.

>Goddamn, could this really be happening?

>Her hands have found their way under your shirt and you begin struggling to strip each other while maintaining the kiss.

>Just as you feel yourself grasp the clasp of her bra, there's a rush of air followed by a scream and she's torn from your embrace.

>Your head turns to track her and you see her flying away from you into the clear sky at an incredible speed, flailing and cursing.

>She gets smaller and smaller and her screams and curses fainter and fainter until she's just a speck on the horizon.

>There's even a little flash and twinkle sound effect like in a goddamn anime.

 

>It's at that moment you understand, and the unfathomable sadness from that understanding pools and washes over you, pulling a single tear from your eyes and a single word from your lips.

"WHY?"

>"We decided we had seen enough."

>You'd know that voice anywhere. Your hands curl into fists and you begin to shake with uncontainable rage.

"Luna."

>The Princess of the Night stands before you in all her regal glory. Or as regal as she can look with a strand of drool dripping down her muzzle and a somewhat blissful vacant expression.

>You look down and notice one of her hooves is kind of we- oh for the love of god.

"You were clopping to that?!"

>Her entire body stiffens.

>"WHAT?! NAY, ANONYMOUS, THERE IS NO POSSIBILITY THAT WE WERE CONCEALED IN THE NEARBY FOLIAGE CLOSELY OBSERVING THE EXOTIC MATING RITUALS OF THINE SPECIES, THE INTENSITY OF WHICH CAUSED US TO ENGAGE IN SELF PLEASURE TO CALM OUR RISING HEAT. HOW DARE THEE ACCUSE US OF SUCH A DEBOCHEROUS ACT?!"

>You promptly facepalm and begin to rub your temples trying to ward off the coming migraine.

"Volume."

>Luna daintily holds up a hoof (not the wet one) and clears her throat.

>"Ahem. Our apologies."

 

>Fucking great, if there was any doubt before this settles it. You did fall asleep. And ever since you met her at a dinner in Canterlot last week arranged by Purple Autism and her merry bunch, falling asleep meant getting harassed and almost dream raped by this anachronistic moon horse. Though you have to admit she's been getting better with her speech lately, dropping her 'thine's and 'thou's for more modern terminology when she focuses.

>Several seconds of uncomfortable silence linger between you. You continue to give Ol' Moonbutt the evil eye while she hides behind her hoof coquettishly and glances about, failing to meet your gaze.

>"R-Regardless, we are here because we have finally identified the flaw in our approach. You shall be ours this night, Anonymous the Human."

>She seems confident, but you relax a bit because in truth she's about as successful as Butter Squeak when it comes actually raping you, the only difference being that she's about 10 times as annoying.

"Well, I guess we might as well get this over with. What have you got for me this time?"

>She perks up at your supposed willingness to cooperate and adopts a confident pose.

 

>"In reflecting upon our past failures we recognized that what was missing was a catalyst, or trigger to spark your arousal and thus reciprocate our advances. It appears that the Element of Kindness was correct in her thinking that to discover your 'fetish' so-to-speak would become the impetus needed for you to drop your foalish inhibitions and rut us like a dirty animal, an outcome which we both obviously desire. Therefore-"

"No, no stop right there. For one thing, I'm never going to tell you my fetish. And I definitely don't want to-"

>"Do you think us a foal, Human? Naturally we know you shan't reveal your fetish to us so easily, but it is of no consequence. Do not forget, we have been watching your dreams. That which seems as play and frivolity to you was a calculated part of our observation, for we have been waiting for one type of dream in particular."

>Uh oh. You don't like where this is going.

>"...A dream that has finally come this night. You may nobly deny us your fetish in the light of day, but here you cannot hide from your own nature. You have already revealed it to us in your interactions with the she-ape."

>You're starting to sweat. She's bullshitting right? There's no way she...

>Luna turns her back to you, her tail swaying and shimmering with the light of countless stars, the dual crescent moons on her impressive flanks visible through the more transparent outer bands.

 

>"We must admit, we can only offer you the second greatest derriere in Equestria. In this too we are outmatched by our Sister. It is a grand mystery of the cosmos as to how she's able to shove so many cakes into her gullet each day and still maintain her proportions in all the right places..."

>She's blushing now as she begins to back up toward you. You take a step back in response. Did it just get hot in here?

>"But even still, we shall not be matched by a mortal pony. Not by Kindness, not by Honesty, not by Generosity, Loyalty, Laughter or Magic. We can provide what they cannot. This shall be worth your while, Anonymous the Human, for you are an 'ass man', are you not?"

>She's got you. You're fucking trembling now. For each word she's stepped toward you, and you've backed up in kind. The scenery around you begins to melt away along with whatever composure you had left. You now find yourself in a barn stall, trapped against the far wall by Luna's impressive hindquarters.

>"You should be grateful Human. Countless stallions of ages past have dreamt of and died without ever knowing what you are about to experience."

 

>Alright, this has been a cute attempt, but it's time to get the fuck outta here. Her moonbutt may have you trapped against the wall but she's still a fair bit smaller than you, so a good shove ought to be enough to dislodge her and make your escape.

>You place your hands upon her flanks atop her cutie marks and begin to apply pressure. Then several things happen at once.

>You realize she's a lot stronger than she looks and you can't easily move her.

>She moans, shudders, and increases the pressure she's exerting on your crotch.

>Your hands sink into her flesh, and you goddamn near cream yourself right then and there.

>The firmness, the give, the texture... it's in a word, godly.

>No woman you've been with has ever anywhere remotely compared to this.

>You're no longer trying to push her away and instead begin kneading those glorious flanks.

>What... what the fuck is happening?!

>Luna's tail begins to swish from side to side in happiness, rising all the while.

>It passes over you, or maybe more accurately through you, and it's like simultaneously swimming in a perfectly cool stream and breathing the crisp air of a starlit autumn night.

>"Yes... those hands... we'vE bEeN WaItING SO LONG~!"

>Her volume begins to rise with her excitement and the grinding has been doubled. Her enthusiasm is infectious and you begin instinctively meeting her occasional thrusts despite the fact that your pants are still on.

 

>Your mind has stopped working at this point. It's been ages since you've gotten any release with the constant advances of the Elements of Rapemony making your every waking moment hell. No, you need this. It's a dream anyway and it's right here in front of you; just fucking go with it.

>Maybe that's why the winking horsevag in front of you doesn't turn your stomach now. Maybe that's why you give into temptation and pull your hand from one of those glorious flanks to jam two fingers in.

>"H-H-H-HUZZAH~!!"

>Luna screams as her orgasm hits. Her wings shoot out straight and stiff as boards and sparks fly from her horn. The friction of her spasming ass on your crotch sends you over the edge as well and you grab onto her hindquarters as hard as you can while you ride your own orgasm out. The two of you collapse in a heap on the barn floor, glassy-eyed and panting.

 

>The scenery around you begins to fade away and melt to white. Luna begins to regain her faculties first and takes notice.

>"Ah... it... it appears as though the dream is ending. 'Tis... a shame that we could not experience true penetration this night, but there will be more dreams, and with them more opportunities..."

>Speaking of opportunities, since you're too wiped out to move she leans down and plants a sloppy horse kiss on your forehead. You're slightly less disgusted by this than you imagined you'd be.

>"Thou wert wonderful, Anonymous the Human. We look forward to more such endeavors with thee in the future..."

>As you close your eyes, the thought of how soft her coat is flutters through your mind.

 

"FUCK!!!!!"

>You bolt awake, gasping for breath, still clutching your anti-rape bat in your hands. The sun has started to set outside and the shadows of the furniture within your little house have grown long.

"Just a dream..."

>Your breathing starts to regulate as you calm down. Everything's fine. Everything's going to be okay. There's an uncomfortable gooey sensation in your pants.

"God fucking damnit, I can't believe this."

>You quickly remove your pants and other clothes and head upstairs for a shower to clean up.

>In the shower you begin to philosophize as Anonymous is wont to do.

>This doesn't make you a horsefucker, right? I mean, it's not like it actually happened in the real world so...

>There's that migraine again. You resolve to not think about it for a while.

>As you step out of the shower you hear a crash from downstairs.

>Ah, it appears as though Fluttershit has broken your window and now has her face buried in the cum-soaked boxers you left on the floor.

>She lifts her head when she hears you enter the room, one eye peering out at you from one of the leg holes.

>"Oh... hi there... um... it's... it's not what it looks like?"

>She smiles and squees.

 

>Making sure the towel is secure around your waist, you pick her up by the scruff of her neck and start dragging her toward the river.

>Normally she struggles more but the smell of your cum seems to have mellowed her out a bit.

>Maybe you can use that for - FUCK NO LET'S NOT GO DOWN THIS PATH!

>You launch her like a missile as always but this time she actually decides to use her wings to stop her descent before she hits the water.

>"Um... I'll just be keeping these, if that's okay with you. Have a nice evening." And with that she flutters off toward her cottage to do god knows what.

>You sigh in defeat. Another pair of underwear lost. At this rate you'll need to go see Squiggletail to get more, and probably get groped again because she 'misplaced your measurements, darling'.

>All in all, you've lost some undies and gained some really conflicting feelings about horse ass.

>Just another normal day in Equestria.

>Fucking rapist ponies.

>Fucking Luna.

>Fucking Fluttershy.

 

The End.