Title:           Sir Anon and the Princess 4: Dreams
Author:          420PraiseHardest
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First Edit:      Sunday 27th of April 2014 07:26:05 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 29th of November 2015 09:13:07 AM CDT

>You're up before the crack of dawn with Spike, who is rubbing at his eyes, in tow.
>You've decided to forgo your armor today as well, which leaves you feeling practically naked.
>But stealth will be key, here.
>Today you need to stake out the entrance of the cave and see where the Diamond Dogs have been set up.
>You did bring your sword and shield. Stealth didn't mean you were going unarmed.
> “Are you sure the dogs are going to even be heading out at this time? I'm sure they like sleep just as much as I do.”
“We have no idea when they might make for more of the treasure. We'll be there all day if we have to, and after that.”
>Spike groans, but doesn't complain further.
>You would tune him out anyway, you're too focused on the next part of your mission.
>There are any number of ways that you could screw this up, and end up with nothing.
>The possibility of getting killed is actually pretty far down on that list.
>You thought you saw Celestia in your dreams last night again, but she was distant and unclear.
>It worried you, truthfully.
>She looked very concerned, and you're unsure if it was actually her or simply your subconscious kicking you into gear.
>Either way, you got the message.
 
>There was fortunately still a lot of vegetation covering the nearby hills facing the cave entrance.
>Spike keeps dozing off, but you let him catch a few minutes here and there.
>He'll need it, the growth spurt he was going through has a lot to do it with it probably.
>On this occasion he's relatively awake though.
> “So have you ever had a marefriend, Anon?”
> You'd been staring at the cave for a little over two hours without particularly looking away. The silence had been rather peaceful.
>Now you turn to look at Spike.
“With like a pony? No. You know that. I haven't even been here that long.”
> “Well, yeah. I meant just in general.”
“Two, nothing really serious though. Back when I was with my own species.”
> “Oh. I see.”
>You quietly wait for a few seconds, you know exactly what he's going to say next.
> “So I kind of think Rarity and I are...together now.
> You were basically right.
“Oh yeah? That's pretty cool, man. I saw you go off together a few times. What'd you talk about?”
>Spike clams up quickly, doing his usual red faced routine.
> “Oh you know. She was just uh, telling me how happy she was I was alright. And that I'd gotten a lot taller.”
 
>You chat about girls for awhile, giving Spike whatever advice you can.
>Apparently Rarity is into knights a whole lot.
>And Spike definitely earned some points by jumping on the quest and all.
>Which gets him particularly interested, and likely to want to do even more.
>All good things, you're pretty happy to hear it.
>Wait.
>There was a sudden rustle of movement just outside the cave.
>Half a dozen ugly, hunched over creatures shuffle rapidly inside the dragon's lair.
>That must be the Diamond Dogs.
>Most of them look pretty similar, with crude armor and carrying spears.
>Very familiar spears.
>It's basically all the confirmation you need.
> “So do we go talk to them?”
>Spike nervously licks his lips while looking to you for the go ahead.
“No, that would be a bad idea. We'll follow where they go.”
> “Oh okay. I guess you should be wearing some armor.”
“Even if I was, if something went wrong we might never find where they're hidden.”
> “Ohhh, I see. I think I recognize one of them. That was the leader.”
>The group of diamond dogs emerged from the cave, arms full of shiny jewels.
>The slimmest one in the middle is shouting out orders to the rest.
>He certainly does look like the leader.
>You slowly start to rise from where you'd been laying.
“It's time to go.”
 
>The diamond dogs don't seem to particularly notice they're being followed.
>Which is good, because neither of you know too much about being sneaky.
>You're tempted to make a few STALKER jokes, but Spike wouldn't get them and it might give you away.
>The band of dogs has to stop every once and awhile when one of their numbers drop a gem or piece of hoard.
>It's amazing they hadn't missed one, otherwise you'd have had a pretty obvious trail all the way back to their base.
>Somewhere in the middle of your pursuit you've drawn your sword.
>You can tell it's put Spike on edge, he's visibly nervous.
“Just in case, I prefer it out.”
> You whispered that, and he nods quickly.
>On you go, definitely glad you didn't bring your gear.
>It's hot enough in the light cotton underclothes you normally wear.
>Sweat, down your face and staining the front.
>Good thing Rarity knows how to make clothes breath a little.
 
>All in all you end up following the Diamond Dogs for hours.
>Either they're trying to avoid being followed or just really bad at directions.
>Judging by how often they stop and the leader looks confused, probably bad at directions.
>Not the brightest group, but you're not about to judge.
>They didn't have to kill a dragon to get its loot.
>But finally you see them slip into a large tunnel sloping downward.
>Much different than the holes Spike told you about.
>There's probably huge tunnels crisscrossing everywhere under the ground.
>You wonder if maybe the Diamond Dogs are a lot like dwarves.
>Or maybe you're just really bored after following them around so much.
>Spike is antsy, he's been fidgeting non stop since the last ten minutes.
> “So are we going to go talk to them now?”
>You mull your options for a long moment, wondering yourself what you should do.
“Nah, we'll save it for tomorrow. Get some water and get armor on and be well rested too.”
>Spike sighs, but doesn't argue.
>There are at least two guards put in front of the tunnel that you can see.
>Ugly but effective looking armor, spears.
>You might stand a chance against one, but probably not for very long with more without protection.
>You slowly back up and away from your cover, Spike mimicking you while you back track towards Zecora's.
 
>It suddenly feels incredibly hot in the evenings.
>Like summer just fell right on the Everfree Forest and isn't about to go anywhere ever.
>Or you're just stressed about the next day.
>You've been laying awake for hours.
>Part of you would prefer to sleep, on the off chance that you'd see Celestia.
>You're not sure if she's trying to contact you herself, or you're really just dreaming of her.
>Luna can walk in dreams, but you never had heard if that was something Celestia knew how to do.
>Though Luna is raising the sun now in her sister's stead, so it seems to make sense that Celestia and her know the same tricks.
>But if Celestia is visiting you in your dreams that means that something is very much wrong.
>Beyond even just being captured by dragons, every time you feel an intense unease during dreams where you see her.
>Because the dreams have not been very nice, ever since the one you vaguely remember when you were hurt.
>All you can recall over the last few weeks during your dreams is a murky image of her frowning at you.
>Looking sad.
>She's in trouble, definitely. The dragons might even be aware she's trying to contact outside, wherever she is.
>You're frustrated, more than anything.
>Even if the thing with the dogs goes perfectly you're still hundreds, if not thousands of miles away from Celestia.
 
>You sit up, shaking your head of all those thoughts.
>You need more water, badly.
>You stand up, careful not to kick Spike.
>He was sleeping in a pile of blankets next to your cot.
>Zecora keeps a pitcher of spring water near her cauldron.
>Just as you stoop to fill a cup and take a gulp, you hear the clinking of beads together.
> “It would be wise to rest, for the coming battle will surely be a test.”
>Zecora was speaking quietly, but you're still startled enough to jump when you face her.
>But you keep yourself from choking, and sigh.
“I couldn't sleep. You think I'm going to have to fight them?”
> “I am not the only one to fear, or else you would not be bringing your heavy gear.”
>Zecora has you there, and you sit down on the dirt floor of her hut.
>She joins you, sitting just up against your side.
> “I've seen these dogs that you have sought, and when I have I've liked them not. Do not think that they are good, just because you hope they would.”
“Yeah yeah, I'll be careful.”
 
>You wait in silence for a bit, Zecora was now looking at you while you continued to take a few more drinks.
> “I have greatly enjoyed your company, even when you were injured grievously. Soon you will have to go, and I will miss you, more than you know.”
>Shit, you suddenly realize that Zecora is giving you 'that look'.
>In fact, if not for the slight height difference between your sitting and hers she'd probably have already tried to kiss you or something.
>Once again you are confronted with the weirdness of having small equines attracted to you.
>Twilight was one, and now Zecora it seemed.
>Given that there were tons of intelligent species on this planet, it made sense that hardly anyone gave much worry what your shape was.
>You did not have quite this advantage.
>But you really would rather not hurt Zecora's feelings.
>Anymore than you carefully let Twilight down, which had been difficult.
> Though that had been only a few weeks when you'd arrived.
>At this point it didn't seem as strange to you.
 
“I'll miss you too, Zecora. Though I didn't particularly enjoy the nearly dead part.”
>She laughs quietly, and you hope that any tension was dissipated
> “Then try not to make it a repeat tomorrow, as washing all your blood from my sheets did bring me great sorrow. But I do think it is grand, every inch of your heroic plan.”
>You were wrong, just a little bit. Zecora leaned over and kissed you on the cheek before getting up to go.
>You can't help but notice that her tail bounces just a little too freely.
>Zecora pauses, glances behind you and gives a seductive smile and wink, before she enters her room.
>Which is just a few feet away, and certainly shielded from Spike.
>And considering there wasn't even a door, nothing stopping you from following.
>If that wasn't the biggest opening you've ever seen you're completely blind.
>You're left sitting there by yourself for a long moment while holding a mostly empty cup of water.
>The heat must be really getting to you, because you're still staring towards the entrance to Zecora's room.
>You glance back towards your cot, and then back to the doorway.
>Damnit, you're a lot less sure of yourself than even two minutes ago.
>You get up and on your feet.
 
>You never were going to sleep on your own at this rate.
>Your feet carry you through the clattering beads that hang in front of Zecora's room.
>She's laying on her bed, looking towards you.
>You guessed right, as she doesn't look even slightly surprised.
>But she does smile coyly.
> “How improper of a knight, to enter a ladies room so late at night.”
“I know those are different words, but that one was sort of lame.”
>You walk in slowly, careful to be quiet.
>Zecora actually chuckles, and beckons you to come over to her bed.
> “Sometimes I must make do with what I have, the rhymes I spin are only rarely bad.”
>You sit down next to her on the bed, the cushion is surprisingly plush.
>Not everything here is evidently made out of leaves, sticks and rocks.
>Zecora takes the initiative and scoots closer to you, laying a hoof on your side.
> “You know, Anonymous it's rather hot. I can see why you were unable to sleep in your cot.”
>Rather than be subjected to some rhyme about sweat and taking your shirt off you bite the bullet and peel it over your head.
 
>It does feel cooler now, and you throw your shirt casually on the floor.
>A lot better now, you guys have it right to go around naked. If it didn't weird me out, I probably would too more often.”
>That you stripped certainly makes Zecora happy, her eyes admire your recently developed six pack and defined chest.
>Hell, you should be happy with yourself, too. You've never been so in shape before.
>She doesn't even ask permission, and instead she's running her hoof up and down your chest.
>This sends blood rushing places you had, until about a few minutes ago, rarely thought would get excited when concerning equines.
> “Your shape is rather strange to see, with muscles rarely stressed on a pony.”
“I don't think I see you complaining though. If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked it.”
>You do find that funny, and you turn a bit sideways to let her have better access.
>You're still in the talking stage, anyway.
>Her hoof pats on your shoulder, right over the ugly puncture scar left by the dragon biting you.
> “This part took some work, the one thing I dislike to see when you remove your shirt.”
> Then she leans forward and kisses it, right over top the scar.
>Which is all sorts of crazy hot and intimate to you, just because of how close you've become.
>She did basically save your life.
>And all the rhyming has grown on you after all these days.
 
>You put your arm around her neck, and start to run your fingers down along her back.
>But before you can come up with something else to say Zecora lets out a thick, particularly needy groan and kisses your scar again.
>Her hoof had fallen right onto your lap, and felt that you were pretty much as hard as you've ever been in your life.
>You watch as casually as you can as Zecora starts to generally just kiss down along your chest.
>It looks almost surreal, but her head ends up in your lap; nipping at your laced up pants.
>Rarity thought that was better than metal zippers for some reason.
>Now you are privy to the sight of Zecora undoing the knot, lowering the front and then effortlessly taking you into her mouth all in a few seconds.
>You forget about talking, about even feeling along her fur.
>Instead you more or less lean back and enjoy getting blown.
>And there’s a lot to enjoy, Zecora knows what she's doing.
>From just generally sucking on you, or using her tongue, to bobbing her head up and down in your lap.
>Waking up Spike at this point would be a terrible idea, you realize.
>You have to bite down on your teeth to avoid just yelling your head off at the all encompassing warmth, the wet feeling of Zecora going to work on you.
>Being in constant company of others, recovering and then working out had given you little time to ever really jerk it.
>You're left seeing white in a few minutes, thrusting your hips up and cumming with barely a hint of warning for Zecora.
>Not that she minds, she rather gladly keeps her mouth right where it was and swallows every drop.
 
>More than you have for any work out, you're breathing hard when you're finished.
>Zecora pulls her head back, smacking her lips experimentally and then smiles.
> “A treatment most unconventional, but occasionally I do enjoy the sensual.”
>You snort, and decide to tackle hug Zecora down into her bed.
>Which gets you a laugh from her and a quick and cute bit of play wrestling.
>You'd probably kiss her right on the mouth if you weren't probably going to end up snowballed for your trouble.
“I guess it'd be a little weird to say 'thank you' after that little bit. But thank you.”
>You've ended up tangled together on the bed, facing Zecora sideways while getting some much needed squeezes on her flank.
>Which is all sorts of muscular and firm, definitely perfect ass material.
> “I will consider the debt repaid, just as soon as you get me laid.”
>You never realized that Zecora could be funny, and you take the opportunity in between your first moments of levity in weeks to start kissing her neck.
>And squeezing her ass
>And rolling on top of her.
>And getting hard again in about two minutes.
>Seriously, you had no time to fap in weeks.
 
>Zecora parts her legs, staring up at you with that same half amused smile that you now find very attractive.
>You're inside her very quickly after that, and find it even better than her mouth.
>The one downside is that you have to be mindful of staying quiet.
>If the bed had springs it wouldn't have really mattered, Spike would have heard no matter what.
>But your pent up tension at the coming fight tomorrow, the stress of the quest and a brutal work out regimen give you a lot to vent when you're railing Zecora into her cushions.
>As far as you can tell she's holding back making noise just as much as you.
>You generally lose yourself in it, just repetitive thrusting and gasping breaths.
>Enough time probably passed, you kiss her just for the hell of it.
>It's easy to forget everything outside the room at this point.
>The danger
>Your fears and apprehensions.
>You forget even about the quest.
>You don't really care about any of it just now.
>You especially don't care when you're cumming again.
>And Zecora doesn't seem to care that much, either.
>You can feel that she's having her own orgasm, and your kiss is probably the only thing keeping the whole forest from knowing.
>Just the two of you, warm bodies wrapped up together on a muggy summer night.
>Then you're two warm bodies laying side by side on a muggy summer night.
>Though you're a lot less concerned about falling asleep, as you're pretty confident you'll manage now.
>Eventually.
 
> “I never did get to ask, about certain...relationships of your past.”
>You're cuddled up next to Zecora, after your third round.
>Four if you count the blow job.
>Definitely going to be the last one, but it's been worth it.
“Relationships? Are you talking about here in Equestria or back home?”
>Zecora frowns, probably just thinking of the rhyme, and rests her head on your chest.
> “I should be more specific, rather than try for cryptic. Of course I think tonight was fun, but should I worry about the sun?”
>Confused, you try and figure out what she's saying.
>Not trying to be cryptic your ass.
>Oh wait, you figure out what she means. You almost want to groan, but have to keep talking.
“You mean about me and Celestia?”
>She nods, waiting.
“If you're asking if there was anything, or is anything. Well...”
>Now you feel guilty all of a sudden, for what you've just been doing for the last hour.
>Though really, you have no reason to.
>You know the answer, after all.
 
“No, not really. Princess Celestia is way too larger than life for me to even think about it. I mean, it was always like meeting a goddess to me.”
>Zecora suddenly grins and pushes your ribs with her hoof to make you squirm.
> “Be careful how you praise other mares, before I wonder how you think we compare.”
>You can tell she's just teasing you, and quickly she nuzzles onto your side again.
“You asked. I don't mean it like anyone else isn't great. They are, you are. I guess I can see why you might think I have a thing for her, with this quest and knight thing. But as wonderful as she is...I just can't imagine myself like that, with her. I'm just an alien from a long way off.”
> “There is no need for self deprecation, when your company has been met with much appreciation.”
“Well yeah, I know you like me. I sort of got that idea. But it just seems improper. Like I'm not worthy.”
>Zecora sits up, and kisses your cheek again.
>Like she had when inviting you to her room.
>Though this time it's even gentler.
> “Humbleness is of a knight, so I think you should not feel that much fright. The mountain that you must climb is steep, but I have a feeling that your oath will keep.”
>You're pretty tired, and already drifting off to sleep.
“Well thanks for the confidence. Gonna sleep now.”
>Zecora settles in too, and you don't have so much as a single dream that you can remember that night.
 
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