Crashing into a Dream

Rainbow Dash threw the glass, but Luna's magic caught it. She threw her on the bed in turn, eyes angry and ravenous, looking down at the smaller pegasus and giving her a low growl. "You will not disrespect your princess again, do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes, Princess Luna," Rainbow Dash stammered, her heart pounding, the surroundings dark and obfuscated. All she could focus on was the night princess above her, studying her, running a soft hoof over her belly.

"When I give you a command, you will obey. You will not ask questions, you will not fight against it, and you will not disappoint me. If you fail me in any way, you will be punished. That I can promise." Luna pressed down against her hard, so much so that it almost hurt. Rainbow enjoyed the pain.

"Y-yes, princess." Rainbow could feel the weakness of her tone, the way her voice cracked, the flutter of her chest... her heart was doing flips, there was a blush on her cheeks, but Luna above her looked powerful, sexy and fierce. "I'll do whatever you want, I promise."

There was no way she could refuse her. Rainbow was almost scared of what might happen if she did.

Luna smiled, but it wasn't the warm, friendly thing that Rainbow was accustomed to. It was a hungry, wanting smile, and as her naked hoof continued to rub against Rainbow's belly, she could feel a warmth beginning to spread through her body, her mind encapsulated by fear that conflicted with desire. "What if all I want is for you to be still, my little pony?"

"Then I'll do tha—" Rainbow was cut off by her muzzle being grabbed, Luna looking at her with a disapproving glare.

"Being still means not moving your lips, either, my servant." Luna gave Rainbow a light slap on the cheek, but it was more of a tap than a full on strike. It barely stung, but it felt demeaning, humiliating. To think that she, the strongest flier in Equestria, could be brought down to this level by another pony...

It was crazy, and really strangely arousing.

Rainbow drew breath, about to respond, but bit her tongue at the last moment, staring up at her princess with wide eyes as she continued to restrain her with her hooves, holding her in place and not allowing her to move. When it became clear that Rainbow wouldn't defy her, she finally let up, moving to the side and beginning to rub her way up to her chest, sliding her hoof against Rainbow's collarbones.

"You are a good little servant for me, Rainbow Dash..." Luna leaned forwards to whisper in her ear, her breath slightly tickling Rainbow. "I think you've earned a treat, but remember to remain completely still..." With that, Luna moved forwards, breath tingling Rainbow all the way from her cheek to her neck, until finally she pressed her muzzle forwards, lips making contact with Rainbow's fur and the delicate skin beneath.

Rainbow stifled a gasp. For her tough exterior, Luna was so soft, so gentle and nurturing when she wanted to be, to the point that it bordered on torturous. Of course, that was the aim of the game, play with her and make her want it until she was ready to burst. Only when she'd been denied for long enough would she finally get what she so desperately needed.

Provided she'd been a good little pegasus for her Luna, of course.

Princess Luna dipped lower, beginning to lick against the crook of Rainbow's neck, lathering the side and then softly blowing air from her snout over it, making it tickle so much that Rainbow had to forcefully stop herself from giggling, from kicking her hind legs. She took it infuriatingly slowly, trailing over certain areas that she knew Rainbow found most sensitive. Her wings were the worst: Princess Luna liked to have them splayed out whenever they were playing together, and Rainbow didn't get a choice in that.

Though even if she did get to choose, she wouldn't argue.

Luna always liked to warm them up before getting to them. She'd rub at each of them with a hoof until they were nice and stiffened, buzzing all over, and Rainbow's synapses were completely alight. She knew exactly what she was doing with Rainbow's body, like it was second nature to her, and the skill of her ministrations was ungodly. Luna licked down her chest, occasionally swirling her tongue and snaking it left and right. Rainbow's breath sped up, but she was sure not to move her body in spite of it, scared that she'd be punished if she was seen doing so much as allowing her chest to rise and fall more than was natural.

Because while her princess could be caring, she could also be wicked when provoked.

Rainbow Dash wanted so desperately to tell her princess how much she was enjoying her work, but Luna could likely already tell from how she tensed, the way she bit her lip and struggled to remain stationary. Luna tested her with a soft lick against her primaries, flicking her tongue all the way to her wing bone and moving from base to tip, lightly suckling against it before drawing back and repeating the process on the other side. She went even slower the second time, desperate to draw a reaction, but Rainbow was stubborn. She'd be good for her princess no matter what.

When Luna finally realised that she wasn't going to manage what she was attempting, no matter how she slowed it down and switched up her rhythm, she finally moved on, kissing over Rainbow's belly and slightly nipping at it, spreading her hind legs with a pair of strong hooves. Even if Rainbow had wanted to deny her, she couldn't contest the princess' superior strength.

There was something about that that Rainbow loved, too. Even earth ponies could barely handle her physically, but to her princess, it was like foal's play. Having moved her legs to the side, Luna began to softly massage Rainbow's inner thighs, knowing that the best way to torture her was to touch everywhere but where the red-hot pressure was building inside of her, where she so desperately wanted to have her heat sated. She needed Luna's hoof against her folds, for her to give release to the want that had been building inside of her all night, but she waited, waited and wanted as her princess continued to make her anticipate her next move.

Until finally, with a single, solitary press of fur against her, Rainbow felt a brush against her nub, causing her to gasp heavily, without warning. She couldn't help it, even if she tried. It had felt so good, so right, that even if she'd had a gag in her mouth, she imagined she still would have fought to vocalise the perfection that came with Luna even lightly touching her in her most sensitive area.

Luna looked up at her the moment that she gasped, a contemplative look on her face. She kept completely still, and Rainbow had to fight the urge to grind her hips against the hoof that remained completely stagnant, still touching her aching clit. Eventually, Luna nodded her head. "You may speak if you wish, Rainbow Dash. Tell me what it is that you want."

"I-I want you to rub at it, princess!" Rainbow gasped once more as Luna continued to do so, louder this time, and it felt as if the entire world was falling away even as she succumbed to the sheer bliss that enveloped her from Luna's practiced hooves. "I want you to play with me and eat me and rut me with your toys! I've been a naughty servant and I deserve it, don't I?" Her voice was that perfect mix between needy and innocent, the latent need in her body awakening all at once from its slumber, focussed only on attaining what it considered its sole salvation, one that sat in the tongue and hooves of this princess she adored so.

"Perhaps you do deserve it..." Luna smirked, slowing her hoof down and truly taking her in. She kissed at her belly a couple more times, lowering her head, and then paused, hovering right above her soaking pussy. "But I need you to do one thing for me first, Rainbow Dash."

"Anything!" Rainbow panted, already feeling like she could climax at any moment, her body beginning to writhe against Luna's hoof, her entire being fixated on the sole sensation that shook and blasted through her, surpassing any other thought or interest and rooting her in pursuit of the one thing she could truly want above all else. "I'll do anything, princess, please! I just need to feel your tongue inside me!"

"All I need you to do, Rainbow Dash..." Luna grinned, taking her hoof away and lowering her head, her tongue so close to Rainbow's eager folds that she could swear she felt the tickle of her snout against her thighs when she spoke again.

"...is wake up."

Rainbow's eyes shot open with a startled pant, her body jolting as she threw herself into an upwards sitting position. She took deep breaths, attempting to calm herself, still feeling a little groggy and slightly hungover, a headache quickly beginning to form.

It was still dark outside. Luna was still sat on the floor, eyes shut. It had just been a dream.

A wet dream. A wet dream about being dominated by Luna. That wasn't just a dream, was it? Holy shit, had she really just dreamt that?

Well, there was little denying it now, she definitely had a thing for Luna, and her subconscious had helped her to confirm precisely what it was. Only... was it that? Rainbow thought back to the details of the fantasy, though they were only half filled in, in retrospect. What she could deduce was that she had loved being on the bottom, something she'd never really done in real life, even if her sexual encounters had been a little limited.

Okay, very limited, but that wasn't the point. She couldn't believe she'd been dreaming about this! It was probably the worst thing she could possibly have been thinking about right then, and Princess Luna was in the damn room with her! A few seconds of reacquainting herself with her surroundings led Rainbow Dash to realise that she was still on the couch, and that what was worse, one of her hooves was under the covers. Beneath her belly.

She gave herself an experimental touch, just to see whether things were as bad as she imagined.

...yup, definitely wet down there. Gods, she'd been touching herself in her sleep with Luna sat right there?!

Rainbow's face was a perfect crimson then, but she didn't dare make a sound. She was still attempting to process the implications of her dream, to figure out how in the hell she'd managed to think something like that about Luna of all ponies. It made sense though... didn't it? Luna was attractive, she was strong, she was tall and regal and loving, but had a warrior's side to her that Rainbow internally cheered for whenever she witnessed it.

And come to think of it, that whole dream had started off with when Luna had pinned her to the bed just a few hours before, snowballing from there. She'd wiled her up because she wanted Luna to feel vindicated, to punish her for what she'd done wrong, and only now was Rainbow beginning to realise that maybe she liked the idea of being punished by Luna.

And if she could go by the way that Luna had snapped in that moment, the heat that had radiated between them when she pinned her down on that bed, there was a good chance that Luna had quite enjoyed being in charge of her too. But she couldn't be sure, could she? They'd stayed in some kind of strange half-embrace for a long time, so close to each other that at one moment Rainbow could have sworn they were about to kiss, yet nothing had come of it.

She was probably just playing this all up in her mind, making it a bigger deal than it was. Everypony had wet dreams sometimes. Even if Rainbow never did usually. Had to be a freak coincidence, didn't it? While it was painstakingly obvious to her now that the alcohol had worn off that she had some kind of a thing for Luna, she found it hard to believe that she was so infatuated by her that she'd be driven to imagining such dirty thoughts about her, even in a state of unconsciousness.

But if that was the case, then why was she so damn horny? Not only that, but it was getting worse the more she thought about it, and as specifics of the dream continued to flood her mind, Rainbow began to imagine them consciously, how they might play out in real life. Would Luna really pin her down like that, call her pet names? Would she make her lay beneath her, command her, hold her climax in her hooves and decide if or when she deserved it?

It wasn't long before Rainbow realised that she was slowly rubbing at herself once more. She barely even felt awake, but the feeling was too good to let up on. A thought in the back of her head reminded her that if she stained the sheets, Luna would see it in the morning. She resigned to figure it out in the morning or make up some excuse. If she was lucky, there wouldn't be much, and Luna wouldn't even notice.

Okay, slim chance of that, but she just wanted an excuse to get off, damn it. Rainbow hadn't felt this pent up for a long time, and the events of the evening coupled with the experience she'd just had were more than enough to tip the scales. She needed some form of release, if only for the denial she'd experienced outside the waking world, the cruel teasing of her mind.

Rainbow Dash closed her eyes, shivering in the throes of simple, yet all encompassing bliss. She brought her other hoof between the ridiculously soft comforter, pressing it against her fuzzy chest, massaging over her wings just as her dream lover had. It wasn't the same as the fantasy in her mind, but if she concentrated hard enough, she could at least imagine that it was. Her other forehoof pressed her legs further apart, as a certain forceful alicorn might, slipping between them and feeling the juicy wetness of her folds, eliciting a shiver that she could barely contain.

Rainbow peeked one eye open, knowing that Luna was resting below. Resting or patrolling the dreamscape still, Rainbow couldn't be sure, but she couldn't risk her waking up, she had to be quiet.

Quiet and still, just as Luna had commanded her to be in her dream. That thought only spurred her on more, and against her better judgment, Rainbow continued to explore her own body, almost as if she was rediscovering it for the first time, seeing it through the eyes of another mare. It had been so long since she'd seriously fantasised about anypony, and she felt like a terrible schoolfilly as she continued to rub at her slick folds, licking around her lips and yearning for the feeling of a wet tongue against her body.

Her motions were silent, but they were in no way graceful. She was discreet, yet a waking pony would still be able to see the way she squirmed beneath the sheets, the light brush of her hoof pressing against the covers and the bite of her lip as she stifled quickly building gasps. She'd been needing this for so long, yet she'd never realised, and now here it was in front of her, so easy to grasp but impossible to touch. It was a new form of torture, one that came with suddenly awakening with a desire that was so well buried she'd never known she had it, a desire that was right in front of her, only feet away, yet couldn't be touched or even spoken to, lest it fade away and be replaced by cold, hard reality.

Rainbow chose to ignore that reality, it didn't excite her like the dream did.

Her hoof began to move in small, concentric circles, the feeling inside of her building as she felt a shiver that started in the bridge of her spine and rolled down to her back. The world was alight and swirling with colours that corresponded only to sensations that ricocheted around her core and burnt in her belly, that made her legs want to thrash and kick so terribly only to be scarcely contained by a fleeting memory of her predicament. Rainbow's breath was beginning to roll from her lulled tongue at a quickened pace, her back arching from the mesmerising satisfaction of rubbing at herself so smoothly, then roughly, switching her pace and surprising herself with each ministration, not wanting to alert herself to what came next.

It was easier to keep herself in suspense when she was on the edge of consciousness. Easier to imagine that it was another pony doing it. The thought of Luna being the one that was bringing her closer and closer with each tantalising, teasing touch was enough to set her body aflame, her mind with it, thoughts of increasingly lewd scenarios swirling and crashing together, coalescing into some perfect picture beyond the aether that she could only barely grasp, and scarcely knew how to hold onto.

Yet she knew that if she held onto it for long enough, if she could bring it to halt and keep it in her grasp, she'd be rewarded with the best orgasm of her life.

Rainbow Dash chased that dream like she was soaring on night skies, comforter draped around her, soft moans escaping her mouth despite her every attempt to keep them contained, her mane askew and tail tapping against the couch from each static jolt she sent shuddering through her body.

There was a sudden influx of activity in her mind, like she'd been awoken internally despite the blanket of fatigue, and it was only paralleled by the rush she felt from the various discordant physical sensations that somehow managed to come together as a perfect one—the throb of her wings that were so stiff they felt as if they could cut glass, the drum beat of her heart that pumped blood in time with the waves of satisfaction rolling over her body, the numbness of her hooves as they kicked up and remained in place, tail swishing back and forth, a pendulous swing in time with her strokes.

Rainbow Dash opened her eyes. She couldn't help it, she needed to see the real thing. She'd been imagining it for so long now, even if it felt like no time at all. When she turned to her side, she saw her in all of her beauty, her princess, the one that in this moment she wanted more than she'd ever care admit.

She felt a flash of guilt at what she was doing, how it objectified the princess, but it didn't stop the stroke of her hoof, the way her marehood began to blaze, or the quiver of her body as she felt herself leaving Equestria and finding heaven. She tried to lay back down, a single sight of her being enough, but she couldn't bring herself to stay still anymore, not with how she felt on the inside, not with the strum of her hoof and the humming notes her body played in turn. Rainbow's legs twitched compulsively, almost kicking the covers off of her. Her breath caught to the point that she almost forgot she had to breathe.

Her eyes scrunched shut, each of her wildest and most impossible thoughts becoming reality for the smallest blink of a moment in her mind. At once, she began to feel herself tipping over the edge, her hoof becoming frenzied, thoughts losing focus, her entire body clenching and throbbing all over as she teetered on the precipice of release, knowing that with only a single motion, she'd finally cum...

One more flick against her sensitive nub, and she let loose a small squirt, shooting against the comforter and lightly drenching her tail as every sensation she'd experienced up until that moment culminated at once. She could barely breathe, her body had seized up, and all she could imagine in her final moments of lucidity was the picture of her princess lapping at her folds through the powerful orgasm, drinking up every last drop of her juices and leaving nothing unaccounted for.

She rode out her orgasm for as long as she could, no longer caring about its damning effect, the evidence she'd leave plastered all over where she slept. Rainbow came and she came and she came a little bit more just for the fuck of it, each breath coming in a sudden burst that rolled through her and was reflected in the repetitive pulses of her body. Her juices trickled over her in such a way that she began to feel like the naughty slut she'd imagined herself to be all night. Her only wish in her final moments of it was that she could wake her Luna up and get her ready for round two...

But then, at once, sanity began to return to her. Her orgasm finally spent, she laid back in her pillow, lightly feeling around the makeshift bed and noticing that she'd left quite the mark over the couch she laid in. She quickly threw the covers back, looking at the comforter and determining that even though she'd came much more than she usually did, marecum was thin, it wasn't as odorous as that of a stallion.

Panicking, she attempted to rub it into the comforter, to obscure any tell there might have been that she'd ever done what she just did. Her heart was quivering, hooves trembling, and she realised far too late that despite her efforts, the covers were quite clearly covered in her juices, noticeably too.

Honestly, she'd known this would be the case from the beginning, but she was too impossibly horny to care.

Now, now that her sleepy mind was reacquinting itself with the reality of her situation, she realised that what she'd just done wasn't a simple faux pas. If it was discovered just how much of a mess she'd made of Celestia's bedding, it would be mortifying. Luna would have a list of questions, the princesses would think she was a deviant, and it probably wouldn't be long until her friends found out!

She couldn't leave things like this, the chances of being caught were too high. It seemed like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode at any given moment, perhaps the second that Luna awoke. Rainbow Dash considered her options, of which there seemed to be frightfully few, cursing the fact she wasn't a unicorn. She was sure Rarity or Twilight would have a spell that could fix something like this instantly, though she had no clue what.

All Rainbow knew was that she was stuck in Luna's bedroom with marecum-stained sheets, and needed to fix that fast.