Princess Luna used her magic to roll up the toothpaste tube, hoping to get the last little squeeze out. When nothing came of it despite all of her pushing, she scowled, cutting it open with a pair of scissors and scooping the last bits of paste out onto her brush.
Honestly, being poor was no fun.
Luna cut down to one brush a day if only to preserve bits after realising that between her and Celestia, the two of them were only managing to afford the bare necessities anymore. Equestria was constantly growing and expanding, and the royal treasury had seemed the best way to keep the country afloat.
Luna set down her six thousand bit prototype self-spinning toothbrush, spitting out the last of the paste. For some reason she couldn't quite grasp, the treasury had been pretty well depleted soon after she returned.
Luna went to dress up in her regalia, then remembered that it had already been pawned, including the crown. Sighing, she teleported downstairs into the kitchen, where Celestia was in the process of making breakfast. Usually that would be left to one of the castle chefs, of course, but they'd had to make nearly all of them redundant in the last two months.
They also didn't usually eat instant noodles for breakfast, but hard times, right?
"Good morning, sister," Luna force-smiled, sitting at their smaller and more battered than usual kitchen table and stretching her limbs. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Wonderfully, once I learned to ignore the springs in my 'new' mattress." Celestia sounded weathered and worn, as if she was about to faint at any moment and just let the day bury her. "Honestly, Luna, I didn't think you'd ever be able to make me as livid as Nightmare Moon once did, but you've cut it close recently. I found another of your... purchases recently. I'm in the process of finding it a buyer."
Luna attempted to keep her face level, but she felt her heart skip a beat nonetheless. "Wh-what did you find, sister?"
Celestia simply lit her horn. Above her, an object materialised that brought Luna many fond memories. And Celestia wanted to sell it.
"No, Tia! Not that!" Luna pleaded, leaping from her seat and practically grovelling at the floor beneath her sister. "It reminds me of the imperceptible pass of time between our childhood and my return... an object I might have once enjoyed, created only now for my amusement!" Luna lifted her hoof like a cat, swiping and batting at the object in Celestia's aura. "Also, look how it twirls and catches the light!"
"Luna, you do not need a diamond encrusted fidget spinner. You're not two hundred anymore. We're selling it, and that's final."
"But it was limited edition!" Luna pouted with a petulant flick of her tail. Her ears folded back, eyes narrowing into a glare. "Why are you so mean?!"
"Because your frivolous and extravagant spending have made us the poorest rulers since Discord, and he didn't believe in money!"
"...you're just mad that you didn't get a fidget spinner," Luna grumbled.
"That isn't relevant," Celestia countered in a way that revealed absolutely nothing. She seemed to be rather exasperated, which was only exemplified by the rough and forceful motions with which she dumped the freshly cooked noodles into their bowls before place-slamming them onto the table. "Eat. Get your strength up."
Luna was getting sick of noodles for breakfast. She was getting equally sick of noodles for lunch, and the occasional noodles for dinner. "I understand that we're in a rather poor financial situation—"
"Because of you."
Luna sighed. "Yes, because of me... but this feels absurd. Is it really necessary for us to cut back our spending to this degree in order to build up the treasury again? How much longer must I endure the life of an indebted magic student?"
"I was going over the numbers with one of our remaining accountants last night and..." Celestia did a quick mental calculation, or perhaps recollection. "If we're looking for Equestria to return to prosperity and replenish the treasury naturally through taxes, it could be up to twenty years."
Luna almost choked on her piping hot noodles. "Twenty years?! Celestia, I can barely handle two months of this, I'd rather go back to the moon for another millennia than continue to live like this for the next two decades!"
"Well, that would allow us to significantly cut down on spending..."
"I wasn't serious! How could you be considering it?!"
For the first time in what felt like days, Celestia cracked a grin. "I'm not really, but you are part of the reason we're in this mess. By the way, that twenty years is assuming we continue to find and sell whatever other extravagances of yours we can get our hooves on, it could be more otherwise."
Luna considered her rapidly diminishing collection of possessions and quickly fought back tears. "Surely there's some other alternative to this living hell? Something else we can do to replenish our funds... I don't think I can say goodbye to anything else."
"I know how you feel," Celestia nodded glumly between sip-bites of her noodles. "I was rather sad to sell my horseshoes. Those were almost as old as my title of princess, as were your own." Celestia looked down to her bare hooves, then back up at Luna. "I almost feel naked without them, lighter than I should. My steps don't make the same sound that I'm so used to."
"And I very much miss my empress sized supreme comfort waterbed." Luna neglected to remind Celestia of the fact that she'd insisted it be filled with liquid silver, it sounded so much more understated this way.
For some reason, Celestia still found it necessary to groan and rub her eyes with a hoof. "Yes, that too." Celestia finished her bowl in the least mare-like manner Luna could imagine, lifting it to her lips and tipping it, slurping up the remains. "The good thing about this meal is that it provides both calories and hydration at the same time. It's just a shame it's so..."
"Tasteless?" Luna offered, considering it a mild adjective.
"I was going to go with bland..." Celestia rolled her eyes. "It doesn't matter. Honestly, I envy you, in a sense. At least in your dreams, you can conjure up your bedroom as it used to be, all of your old possessions and toys, and play with them as you see fit. I have no such control of where my slumber takes me."
Luna thought over her sister's words. It was true that she could do just as much easily, almost too easily. It wasn't exactly the real thing, but it felt so close to it that she could scarcely tell the difference while she was still sleeping. Moreover, another thought was plaguing her. "We need to brainstorm, Celestia. We have two of the finest minds in Equestria, I'm sure if we brought in Twilight too, we could work out some kind of solution to generating extra income."
Celestia shook her head. "First of all, there's no way I'm involving Twilight. She respects me above anything, I won't have her seeing me live like this. Besides, it isn't her job to sort out our messes."
"What about every time that Equestria is in danger?"
"That's different," Celestia glared. "Besides, it isn't as if we have any form of backup professions. All we've even been is rulers, and your style of music hasn't been popular since the 860's, so don't consider attempting to produce an album." Celestia stopped speaking then, and Luna grew worried that she was considering selling her keytaur next.
"We still have things we are good at!" Luna announced, mainly in an attempt to distract Celestia. "We... we're both wonderful speakers, we could be lawyers, or salesponies!"
"That wouldn't work either. It doesn't matter what we want to do, we have to keep to our daily tasks. Equestria's upkeep matters more than our personal comforts. If we were to do anything on the side to make money, it would have to be something we could do whilst working that didn't require any startup, upkeep, or investment on our parts."
"And we can't borrow money either?"
"Not since you ruined my credit rating," Celestia grimaced.
Luna finished clearing her bowl, levitating it over the sink with Celestia's and beginning to run a tap, grabbing a scourer. "Alright, so something you can do in the midst of your meetings and day court, or something I can do whilst patrolling the dreamscape." Luna sighed, being sure to use only the tiniest amount of liquid to clean the bowls. "I suppose that narrows our options significantly."
"Now do you see why I say that it would be easier for us to simply wait things out? We can save for a few years, and then begin to return to a semblance of normalcy once we've put enough away. Anything else would involve spending time that we simply do not have."
Luna scoured her brain as heavily as she did the bowls, considering what she might be able to do to solve their current crisis. As much as she was reluctant to admit responsibility, she supposed the six or seven figure spending on her part might have contributed slightly to their current state of affairs. It was only right of her to attempt to find them a way out of this.
That, and she couldn't bare the thought of losing her jumbo-sized lava lamp, which she'd been hiding from Celestia for weeks. It was just so pretty, after all. Part of the whole situation made her want to go and hide in her dreams for a day or a thousand.
And then it occurred to her, as clear as night. When she was feeling upset, lonely, or bored, her dreams were her solace. She had the unique privilege of being able to structure them however she wanted, of being able to share in the dreams of others or mold them however she wanted or needed to. She often used it to dispel nightmares, to improve the quality of others' subconscious experiences, but only now was it dawning to her that the possibilities of such a skill were almost endless.
"Celestia..." Luna turned to her, placing the bowls on the rack, and got a tired 'mmh?' in response. "Hear me out. I might have something."
"I swear, Luna, if you've been holding out a fifty thousand bit collector's item on me, I'm going to be so pissed."
Luna's cheeks reddened. "That isn't relevant. What is is that I've had an idea." Luna took a step forwards, using her horn to illuminate a mental picture of the dreamscape. "You've said it yourself, I'm able to make myself and other ponies dream whatever they want... what if I could find a way to monetise that?"
Celestia tilted her head slowly, taking her words in. "Luna, you're the guardian of dreams. Wouldn't using your powers to make bits be a little unethical?"
"Other ponies use their special talents to generate an income all the time! Why should we be any different? It's not as if I'd be charging for the things that I already do, after all!"
"...alright, you have me there. I'm intrigued, how would you go about it?"
"Quite simply, I'd offer ponies the opportunity to dream things that they've always wished to experience. Rather than just giving them a simple, calming dream, I'd allow them the chance to have complex, specific scenarios, whatever they desire in their fantasies or imaginations. So long as they're willing to pay, of course."
Celestia bit her lip at that, looking as if she was seriously mulling it over. "What if ponies ask you for things that are intimate, Luna? Would you honestly feel comfortable facilitating some of our subjects' more depraved interests?"
"I expect many of them will!" Luna replied, possibly sounding a little more enthusiastic than she should've. "Honestly, it sounds fascinating. It wouldn't be much of a fantasy service if ponies were unable to receive exactly what they were looking for, now, would it? If that means I have to give them myself in lingerie, so be it."
"Luna!" Celestia blanched, somehow becoming whiter than usual. "You are a princess of Equestria, you cannot offer yourself up to our subjects like a... a..."
"A what? I'm not really going to be doing anything with anyone, sister. It's all theatre of the mind! Fantasy is reality, and all of that. Let me try it! It might turn out that this is the solution to our money troubles after all."
"...fine, but I'm still selling your fidget spinner."
"Not if I make five thousand bits tonight!" Luna jeered, reaching forwards and booping Celestia on the nose before attempting to once again snatch it out of her magic's grasp, where Celestia had been unconsciously spinning it the entire time.
Celestia's eyes widened. "Five thousand? That's setting your targets a little high, isn't it?"
"You underestimate my stamina, Tia. I can sleep for a long time. Besides, I'm sure a lot of ponies, and maybe even creatures from other dimensions, would pay good money to 'dream' with a princess..."
For the sake of Luna's lava lamp, they'd have to. Now, to work out how the heck she was going to set up this business and get herself to work.
Mitchell wasn't much of a dreamer. By the time he was finished with work and his evening gym session, he simply wanted to hit the hay and drift away, but his dreams were typically quite... empty.
Maybe it was a lack of substance in his life, or maybe it was some kind of underlying concern he wasn't addressing, but what he couldn't put his finger on was the fact that tonight, he'd found himself dreaming.
And he wasn't exactly fond of this dream. Not one bit.
He was in a doctor's office, having graphs and diagrams shown to him by his general physician as he attempted to talk him through something that Mitchell wasn't exactly listening to. He'd had this dream before, this fear. He knew what it was all about. The doctor would run through a bunch of examples, he'd wait a while for a result, and then he'd be told that he was impotent, unable to ever have a child.
It was something that Mitchell had always feared, even if it had never been confirmed.
His ex, Jane, had wanted a child for a long time, but he'd been unable to give her one in the few months they'd spent trying. They broke up shortly afterwards, but the underlying fear that there was something wrong with him, that he was simply incapable of producing his own offspring had stuck with him. He'd always been scared to take a test, or find out in any other way, but his dreams seemed to like confronting him with that reality from time to time.
Only, he thought that this nightmare had stopped months ago. He didn't count on revisiting it any time soon.
He attempted to block it out, to remind himself that he was only dreaming, but Mitchell knew that it was futile, that he'd find it almost impossible to stay lucid. He wanted to stay away from it all, keep ignoring the issue and never confront it, but the doctor's voice was only growing louder and louder. He wanted to scream, to tell it all to fuck off and wake up already, but he was having no luck in forcing it away.
Right as his emotions began to spike, as he began to feel truly distressed, everything paused around him. He couldn't explain it, nor could he fully describe it. Then, it all faded away. He found himself back in his apartment, in his bedroom, as if nothing had ever happened. And yet... there was a strange buzz about him. The feeling you got when you were still asleep, but fully aware you were in a dream. In control of your actions. It was only when he'd fully realised the case that something else appeared before him, something he couldn't fully explain.
It was a unicorn, a unicorn with wings.
"Hello, Mitchell. I hope I'm not disturbing you right now?"
Oh, so the winged unicorn spoke. This dream couldn't get any stranger. "What are you meant to be?" Mitchell half-laughed, unable to piece the lunacy together in his mind.
"My name is Luna. I'm a guardian of dreams, and before you ask, as everyone does, I'm very much real. Anyone who knows anything about dreams is aware that you cannot dream up faces you've never seen. Have you ever seen mine?"
Mitchell blinked. He'd heard that somewhere before, but it still did little to make this entire scenario more plausible. "So you're saying that you're some kind of horse that dispels nightmares, or something?"
Luna giggled, holding a hoof to her lips. "Something like that, yes. I saw that you were stressed, and what you were dreaming of, and came here in hope of reassuring you." She took a seat on the bed beside him, nestling into it. "I know you may not be quick to trust me as we have never met, but know that I would never lie to you." Her horn sparked as Mitchell looked quizzically at her, and then she smiled. "You aren't impotent. You are completely healthy, besides too much worrying about nothing."
Mitchell cocked his head, studying Luna intensely. He was finding it incredibly difficult to believe anything she said, but at the same time, he couldn't remember ever feeling this level of clarity in a dream before. "Can you show me that you aren't lying?" he asked, unsure what she could do to confirm or deny his suspicions.
Her horn pulsed once more, and Mitchell was engulfed in a circle, as was Luna. "Attempt to speak a lie," Luna challenged.
"I believe everything you're sayi—mff... I believe everything you're—mfffuck! How did you do that?"
"This spell prevents either of us from lying. And now I will repeat, you aren't impotent. The last spell I cast on you told me as much. I know these things because my magic allows me to, just as it let me erase that last, horrible dream. If I leave here knowing anything, it will be that you no longer believe something about your body that is false, and so damaging to boot."
Mitchell blinked rapidly, attempting to take it all in. It felt crazy, but he almost did believe what she was saying, in some crazy way. He'd never had a particularly wild imagination, so the idea that he could have thought all of this up on his own seemed ludicrous to him. Dark flying unicorns that cast spells and ended bad dreams sounded like things from children's stories, and yet there was one in front of him. And he believed everything she'd said. "...thank you. Thank you so much for telling me. Is there anything I can do to pay you back?"
"It's why I'm here, after all. Your thanks is more than payment enough." Luna pressed her muzzle towards his shoulder, giving him a short nuzzle, and Mitchell could swear he could feel it in reality, ridiculously soft. "It has always been my role to guard the creatures of the worlds in their dreams, and I'm happy to do it."
"That's so selfless..." Mitchell reached forwards to pet her without even thinking about it, running his fingers through her mane. "To think that there's a magical talking horse watching over me, it's pretty crazy. This all you do in your downtime?"
At this, the winged unicorn hesitated. "I've... been looking to start a sideline, money has been a little scarce in the last few months."
"Money?" Mitchell laughed, sure that it must have been a joke. "You mean you exist somewhere outside of dreams?"
"Well, doesn't everyone?"
When Mitchell thought about that, he realised how silly his response had sounded. There was probably so much he didn't know right now that this Luna could spend the entire night telling him new things and not run out of words. Oddly, he was more interested in her than in the workings of a vast and incomprehensible world beyond his own. "Okay, so what's your sideline about?"
"It's... how do I put it?" Luna fluffed her wings adorably, looking as if she was wrestling with her words, but eventually managed to produce some sound. "It's something I'm able to do in the dreamscape, which is where I access your dreams. I can change this world to be anything you desire. Watch."
With a flash of her horn, Mitchell's bedroom transformed into a beautiful nighttime park, and then again, into a penthouse suite overlooking the same picturesque landscape. He recognised Hyde Park instantly, a beautiful area in London he remembered visiting in his teenage years. The trees had a whisper of wind about them, and the moon shone bright in the night's sky. If he had to guess, he'd never have deduced that it was only a dream.
And still, Luna was beside him, watching as he took it all in with an open mouth. "Impressed?" she smirked, taking wing and heading to the balcony, diving off and soaring over the area, shifting and turning and gliding before landing back beside him.
Mitchell followed the fluidity and music of her movements with widened eyes as she travelled through the sky, it was like nothing he'd ever seen. "More than impressed..." he breathed, and he wasn't sure what he was referring to more, the location, or the company. "So, this is what you want to sell to people? Their favourite places for the night?"
"Well... this is only a part of it," Luna admitted, cheeks red, her eyes not meeting his. "Honestly, I'd be glad for you to spend the night here for free, if only so you could enjoy somewhere you've always wished to see again."
Mitchell didn't like this at all, despite how much he did. It felt like she was doing too much for him, yet not willing to accept his gratitude. "And if I did want to pay you, what would you do?"
"I would have to give you much more than just this," Luna said rather cryptically. "If you were really looking for me to be worthy of your money, I would need to know what your deepest desire is, what you're looking for more than anything in the world, and I would have to be equally able to make it come alive for you in its fullest!"
"Well, that's a pretty big question..." Mitchell was hardly sure what he considered to be his deepest want, it wasn't something he'd exactly spent a lot of time considering, nor a question he'd expected to have sprung upon him all of a sudden. That said, none of tonight was exactly something that he'd been expecting before now. How was he supposed to know? Sure, there were a few conflicting interests swirling around in his brain, especially now that it had been brought up, but a lot of them were private, intimate, hardly things that he was willing to share with a total stranger.
"In that case, I'm expecting a pretty big answer," Luna winked, conjuring her circle once more. "Don't tell a lie, tell me what you want."
"Fuck, this again, huh?" Mitchell laughed, almost finding it playful. "I don't really know what I wa—okay, shit, maybe I do." And the more he thought about it, the more prominent it was becoming in his mind. But the idea of telling her that, of explaining what he was thinking about to her, it was incredibly scary.
That said... she knew an awful lot about him already, even one of his favourite places to go, so would it really be so surprising to her to discover what he was thinking about, the original source of his discomfort, now transformed into joy?
Luna stood, beginning to walk around to the front of him, a wry grin on her lips all the way. She really was ridiculously attractive, considering her species. "So... what about it? You've figured out what you want, and you know you can't lie. Why don't you tell me?"
"I want..." Oh shit, how did he put this? "I might want to try—mff."
"You're using weasel words. Stop that. Tell me exactly what you want, directly." Luna's voice had a commanding tone to it now, it made Mitchell wonder if she was a leader where she came from.
"All I can think about is the fact that I'm not impotent," Mitchell admitted, blushing at the admission alone. "For so long, I'd been worried that if I got into another relationship, I'd only eventually be burdening my partner, because I couldn't give them a child. Now that I know I'm totally fine, all I can think about is..."
Luna blinked slowly, closing the distance between them. Her voice was like silk. "Yes? Tell me. I'm happy to indulge you."
"All I can think about is you. How grateful I am to you, that's al—jeez, I suppose it isn't all." Mitchell panted a little, realising he had no way of getting out of saying the rest. "I know it probably sounds silly, but I think you look amazing. Beautiful. Knowing that I can do what I've always wanted to, and that you're here, I kinda want to try it... I know it wouldn't do anything, because it's only a dream, but it's always been such a big thing to me, the idea of getting someone pregnant."
"You mean to say that you're imagining giving me a child?" Luna smirked, inching so close that she was almost brushing against where he sat on the edge of the bed.
"N-no—yes," Mitchell all but hissed, mentally damning that circle. "I know this is just a dream, and that the species difference would probably make it impossible anyways, but it's like you said—"
"That this is a fantasy," Luna purred, placing a hoof against his jeans and beginning to slowly rub up his leg. It felt so soft, and the pressure against him was just right. "One that I'm happy to oblige..." With that, she took her other hoof, raising onto her hind legs, and began to rub at his swiftly hardening crotch. The size difference between them became apparent with her standing and him sitting—Mitchell was almost twice her height, and there was something about her being smaller that he rather enjoyed.
"I see this has been on your mind for a while already," Luna remarked as she continued to rub at him through his jeans, not giving him any chance to back up, even if he had wanted to. She was almost aggressive with her motions, using a spell to unbuckle his belt and begin to unfasten his jeans, lightly tugging at them with her magic. "Don't worry, it's been on mine too."
That circle was still present between them, this was a no lie zone. Knowing that Luna had been thinking something similar for just as long only made Mitchell more excited, and bit by bit, he began to lose his reluctance. He helped Luna with his jeans, pulling them down a little and allowing her to slip them down his thighs to his knees. Still she continued to rub at his crotch, now with only the fabric of his underwear keeping her at bay, and Mitchell soon reached full mast. It was difficult not to, the touch of a fluffy hoof against his body was so exotic that it made him tingle all over.
What kind of brilliant luck had he had to find such a wonderful being? Not only had she taken him away from what he feared, given him confidence, and reassured him on something that had worried him for years now, she was so fucking cute and great with those hooves. To say that it was like something out of a dream would be incredibly ironic—there was no way such perfection was possible in reality.
"Hmm, you seem to be enjoying yourself immensely," Luna remarked in response to the light groan that escaped Mitchell's lips after she dragged both hooves up his legs, hovering over his crotch once more. "I do believe we should lose these garments, however."
"I think you're damn right," Mitchell chuckled, thinking it only fair he be as nude as she was. In a less fast paced and amazing time, he might have asked why she spoke the way she did, but it was hard to concentrate on that when his cock had just sprang from his boxers and tapped her right on the snout. "Heh, sor—" An embarrassed cough. "Guess I'm not sorry..."
Luna essentially ignored him, she was too busy looking over his length with hungry eyes. She looked as if she'd never seen a human downstairs before, that or not many, and took her time studying, drawing closer, until she finally took the thing between a pair of hooves and began to slowly rub it up and down. The feeling was like a cool fire washing over Mitchell's body, one that pulsed in rhythm to Luna's movements as her hooves moved in tandem along his length. He sucked air through his teeth. He gripped the bedsheets lightly, fingers closing. His eyes narrowed and almost scrunched shut when he felt the teasing sensation of her dribbling a small string of saliva onto his cock, which would surely act as lubricant.
"This is bigger than that of many stallions," Luna remarked quietly, still continuing to pump it with a pair of hooves, eyes never leaving his hardened shaft. She pulled up his shirt with a tug of magic, exposing his toned stomach and briefly stealing a glance. Mitchell decided to help, pulling the shirt the rest of the way off, the great equaliser in their game of stripping.
Still, the compliment made Mitchell's ego swell, and he couldn't help but pose a question in turn, though it came out in a satisfied grunt. "Bigger than most you've seen in your life?"
Luna moved her snout a little closer, and Mitchell wondered if she was admiring his scent. "I can't answer that without hurting your feelings," she snickered. "You don't want to see a fully grown dragon in heat." His shock at discovering that dragons were indeed a thing was offset and superseded by the surprise that came from Luna's tongue touching against his tip and swirling down. Her tongue was so smooth and slippery, not at all rough like he'd imagine of a horse, and she maneuovred it with incredible skill. Truly, he was in awe, and the feelings rolling over him on repeat were almost too much to handle.
Mitchell shifted forwards in his seat, and Luna seemed to take it as an indication to speed up. Her hooves moved faster, her body gently swaying from side to side as her tail hitched, a large ass on view in the background. Part of him wanted to turn her around, get a good look at it, but there was no way Mitchell was attempting to stop Luna from giving him such an amazing tongue bath, one that seemed like it was never going to end.
That was one of the amazing things about dreams, even the really real feeling ones. Everything was somehow heightened, and time just didn't matter. She could've been licking along his length for seconds of minutes, it was irrelevant here. All that mattered was the intense, mind melting pleasure.
"You're a fan of my tongue, aren't you?" Luna hummed, her muzzle still pressed against his tip, pleasant vibrations pushing from the end of her lips onto his cock and shooting up his body until his spine began to buzz. "Perhaps I should introduce you to a little more of my mouth?" She began to position herself over the tip of Mitchell's cock as he nodded needily, then paused with a wink. "Make sure you don't cum too early. Remember, you're to paint my insides later, like the virile man that you are..."
Before Mitchell could cut her off with some half-baked cocky statement, Luna dipped her head, and any semblance of thought in his mind fell apart, came back together, and then exploded. Luckily, his cock didn't follow suit, and he managed to keep himself contained.
Very luckily, because if Luna had been a professional at handling his cock with her hooves, then she was a goddess with her mouth. Every dip of her head was a measured, slow thing, her mouth tight and tongue teasingly tapping against his shaft as she worked her way further down. Every time she made some distance, she pulled back up, being sure to slowly and sensually brush the sensitive head of his cock around the edges of her lips before pushing her mouth as tightly closed as it could go and slowly reintroducing his cock to wet, velvety heaven.
It wasn't an overstatement, either, more the opposite. Mitchell didn't have words to describe how incredible, how otherworldly this feeling was, one that pulled and gripped at him and forced his hands into Luna's starry, shimmering mane, where he softly brushed at first, but soon found himself bunching it in his fingers, pulling a little, even using it as a handle to push her gently forwards.
Luna didn't seem to mind at all. If anything, she appeared to welcome it, taking his enthusiasm as an indication that she should up the pace. Mitchell only barely managed to remember that he wasn't supposed to be finishing too quickly as Luna devolved from sophisticated creature to full on blowjob slut in the span of ten seconds, messily slurping and licking at his cock and attempting to force more and more of it into her tight maw.
Christ, if there was ever a creature that deserved to be bred, Mitchell was looking at her.
"Mmf, fuck!" Mitchell began thrusting against her dipping head, not hard enough to cause any pain, but enough to show just how into it he was getting. His hips were moving as if of their own accord, the hairs on his arms standing on end, and his stomach tightening as he closed his eyes and slammed deeper and deeper into Luna's tight throat hole. Just as he thought he might completely forget restraint, hold her head in place and bust in her throat already, Luna pulled back, and Mitchell watched as his cock came free with a messy plop.
"I could tell that you were getting too excited," Luna smirked, pushing Mitchell back onto the bed and proceeding to climb on top of him, angling herself against him. "Let's get you inside of me while you're still feeling sensitive..."
And fuck was he feeling sensitive! Luna's fluffy fur was so soft against his chest that it almost tickled, her weight pleasing and warm, hind legs slowly spreading his as her tail brushed against his thigh and she lowered her pussy down until her wet lips brushed against his still rock hard and throbbing length. She brushed herself up and down like the tease she was, making Mitchell moan and shift his body in delight, desperately trying to find the right angle to penetrate her, but she held too much control for him to make it happen alone.
When she was finally just as impatient as he was, when she'd covered his cock from base to tip in her juices, she finally used a spell to freeze his cock in place and lift herself up, sliding down and allowing him to penetrate her. Mitchell could feel her impossible tightness on the way inside, the way she squeezed and contracted around his length as if she was a virgin... it was incredible. He could tell from the offset that she'd easily be capable of milking every last drop out of him, and that if he wasn't careful, he'd be filling her womb extremely quickly.
At such a slow, incremental speed, she continued to push her ass down, taking more of his length and stretching her pussy around him until eventually, after a hard and heavily panting collection of seconds, he found himself brushing against her cervix, as deep as his cock could possibly go. He'd all but bottomed out, too, less than an inch of his length still outside of her. He was nearly a perfect fit, and she was squeezing so tight that Mitchell could feel the brush of her pussy all over.
And then she began to move up, and the sensation in reverse was just as riotously spectacular, but dissimilar all the same. Like the difference between the best strawberry ice cream you'd ever tasted and the best vanilla, if Mitchell had to describe it in words. Luna was too busy working to worry about describing it, it seemed, her eyes closed as she brought herself all the way to the tip, throwing her mane back, then proceeded to sit on his cock once more.
She'd pulled so much of it out of her that it felt as if he was penetrating Luna all over again, and each of the disparate brushing sensations repeated itself with none of the novelty lost. If anything, it was only more intense, to the point that he didn't just feel it in his cock, but all over him. The pleasure was only bolstered by the sound and feel of Luna's breath in his ear, or the sight of her twitching tail as she began to build her pace.
She rode him faster, and it became clear that she wasn't wasting time, that she had a burning urge to fuck that needed to be sated, that she too was chasing after her own orgasm. It'd be a race to see which of them finished first, and Mitchell didn't care who won just as long as they both came wrapped around each other like this. Luna was so amazing on top, bouncing on his cock like a rodeo champ, riding him as if he was the horse, and Mitchell almost began to worry that sex with a usual woman, a human woman would never really compare to the feeling that was currently rocking his entire being.
Well, if this really was going to be the best it ever got, and he already felt so close, he was going to get everything he could out of it, and he was finishing on his terms.
Mitchell wrapped his hands around Luna's barrel and rolled hard, but she followed rather easily. The moment she made contact with the mattress, he was on top of her, the force and gravity of his movement forcing him deep inside of her and breaking down the last shreds of his resistance. Relentlessly, he began to pound her, the only thought in his mind one of finally being able to impregnate another. Despite the fact it was a dream, despite the fact he could never do it to her, it almost felt as if the next few moments would influence his entire life. And he was right.
Luna was panting hard below him, her body so tensed, wings splayed out, and through her heavy breath and moans, she spoke so sweetly and breathily into his ear... "You want to fill me up, don't you, Mitchell? You want to give me a child, a child of your own?"
"Y-you know I do..." Mitchell was fucking as fast as he possibly could now, feeling as if he could burst at any moment, and Luna's words only brought him closer to the edge. He could hold out a little longer though, surely.
"Do it," Luna commanded, and Mitchell realised at once just how wrong he was. "Finish inside of me. Fill me up with your cum and give me what we both want... put a baby in me, Mitchell." She punctuated her words by squeezing her thighs tight around him, contracting her pussy until it resembled the softest vice to ever have been conceived. Mitchell couldn't hold back any longer.
He came hard, just as Luna did the same, the pair of them moaning out in unison as he shot spurt after spurt of his seed inside of her. The whole time, he imagined that he was truly impregnating her as his back arched, his eyes closed, pants escaped him, and his toes went numb with the force of the crashing sensation. He could feel the way Luna's insides twitched and tightened, and loved the sound of the moans rolling from her throat as she continued to lay there and take his continuous loads.
It was like being reborn through ultimate pleasure, with no woes or issues to think of, only the wondrous nature of this single, fleeting moment, one that felt like it could last forever. The sensation only intensified as Luna pulled him closer, and he bottomed out one final time, his entire body trembling, his heart pumping as he emptied the last of his cum inside of her and finally laid beside her, tired despite not even being conscious.
Heh. Even in a dream, a woman like Luna could wear him out.
Once he'd caught his breath, the pair of them cuddled for a little while, and soon after, Luna stood, brushing herself off and using magic to clean herself up. "That really was an intense experience. I enjoyed it immensely..."
"That was the best feeling I've had in months," Mitchell said, still in disbelief that any of this could have possibly happened. "How can I pay you back?"
Luna pressed a hoof to her chin for a moment. "...I take cards?"
Mitchell cocked his head. "In a dream?"
Luna summoned a card reader. "Check your jeans. Your wallet should be in there."
Mitchell did as he was told, and was half-shocked, half-amused to find that his wallet did indeed lay inside. "Lemme guess, this is the part where you tell me I owe you the price of a new car, right?"
"Actually, I can't say I've had time to work out 'rates', yet." Luna wore a cute little blush, which seemed redundant considering what they'd just done. "Do you think you could just pay me what you like?"
A pause, and Mitchell smiled. "I think I could do just that." He ran his card through, and soon after, Luna had to get back to her own work, and he was left alone to explore this corner of the world he'd spent so long thinking about.
That, and he was left thinking about what he could do from here, how much more confident he felt, and all of the opportunities this discovery had opened up for him in real life. It really was an amazing thing, how much could come from a simple dream.
One thing he didn't do is tell Luna how much he paid her, though she didn't ask either. It might have been a little excessive, but he could only hope that it was enough to encourage her to come back again. Product of a strange circumstance or not, he definitely wouldn't argue with another opportunity to tangle with the Guardian of Dreams.
And if that lying circle had been any indication, then Luna definitely wouldn't want to miss out either.
