'Twas the Night Before Hearth's Warming

John swatted at the air above his head-- sensing that something like a whole lake's worth of fireflies had decided to camp out above his head. He shifted about in place, trying to open his eyes. Something sticky and crusty held them shut.

"Oh, come on," he groused, rubbing his fingers across his face, and he tried to stand up. Not quite getting his body to obey, he sucked in a huge breath before trying again. Concentrating, he managed to slide over to the upper left, feeling himself now leaning against something wooden. "Well, that's odd..."

Staring forwards, John found himself standing in some kind of generic looking hallway. Well, come on, I could be anywhere. I guess I'm dreaming. Right? It feels so real. But then, that's the point. John leaned over and, for whatever reason, felt impelled to lick the wooden door to his side.

"Well, that tastes... old and dusty..." But what the hell did you expect it to taste like? One of Pinkie Pie's cupcakes? Moron! Shaking his head and sliding his right hand against his cheeks, John reached down for the door handle. Yet his hand just hovered in the air. "That's interesting." An identation in the door existed where a doorknob or handle would otherwise be. John went ahead and tried just pushing it forwards.

*Creak*

"Oh, there you are, sweetheart," said a somehow familiar voice. John kept on pushing, eyes closed and face scrunched for a moment as it seemed heavier than he had imagined, and he stepped forwards. He stopped, and then he just couldn't believe his eyes.

Princess Luna in all of her beauty and glory lay prostrate with her legs spread out and her head leaning against a heart-shaped pillow atop an immense bed. John's eyes feasted on the wonderful expression on her face, cheeks so rosy, with such a festive Christmas hat atop her head to top it all off. His eyes then moved over to her sensual red robe going along her amazing figure over to her delicious-looking flanks as well as the rest of her.

"Happy holidays to me," John squeaked out, finding his body just slowly slipping forwards. Though his heart beat faster and faster, he still couldn't believe the whole situation. It all felt so, so-- hyper-real.

"Hey there," Luna murmured, turning about on the bed as her slender body slid against a set of other pillows.

"If this is really a dream, then I never plan to wake up, ever," he whispered, already feeling all warm inside as he moved closer and sat onto the side of the bed. His eyes still locked on the wonderful curves going along Luna's belly along to her flanks and hooves. Some kind of invisible magical energy of sheer lust seemed to emanate out from her flesh. He also took a moment to shift his head over to the right. The whole bedroom looked wonderfully festive with Christmas-related decorations covering every bookshelf, table, window, and the rest, such pretty greens and reds making him feel even better.

"We both know who the ruler of the night and of dreams are," she replied, bringing herself ever so slightly closer to him as her mane rippled down along her shoulders, "but I think you never realized that I watch over the dreams of all intelligent species as well across the galaxy, from ponies to griffons to buffalo to humans and more." She rubbed her pretty face against an extremely fluffy pillow beneath her. "John, well, I'll long desired to have you take the next step and let me into your dreams directly."

"And what I've thought about," he whispered, trying to muster the courage to extend his hand onto his love's shoulder. He managed to make it along to a space several inches above her head, and the Princess slipped her body over a little to help him. "My late night dreams, mostly just fantasizes..."

She smiled widely, not having to answer with words. Oh, goodness, she's been experiencing my dreams about her? These weeks ans weeks going by, she's watched? John had worried at some point that even a lucid dream would be disappointing, that he'd still find it phony when he really concentrated. Yet this all appeared more like some falling through an Alice in Wonderland like rabbit hole into another whole reality. Or maybe it's just a really good dream, but-- well-- I hardly give a damn!

"Oh, God," he muttered, "I don't even know where to begin." Hands shaking, he took a gulp as he managed to lower it down onto Luna's back and slide it a little to the right. "You're more than anything I've ever even seen in my real-life..."

"You can say that dreams are truer than real-life, since you get to expose every last tiny piece of your deep heart's feelings," she replied, and she gazed back at him. Sensing her getting lost inside of his vibrant, greenish-brown eyes somehow, he let out a little noise. "It's only natural."

"May I," John asked, leaning his body a bit against Luna's with her pretty Christmas-outfit almost massaging his shoulder, "brush your mane with my hands?"

As she nodded, he found himself cuddling her deeply. The tingles of joy swelled through his senses, even from mere touches. The contrast of his hairless hands into her beautiful mane somehow unlocked something deep inside-- this lust for the exotic that he had always had. The princess of the night enjoyed every second as well with tiny coos going into John's ears.

Making his way along her whole figure with his hands, massaging right to left with his fingers slipping along her fur, John finally ended up somehow lying below her. His cheeks rubbed against her back hooves a little as his hands moved through her tail. A light giggle flirted through the air as Luna, in turn, slid her head against his legs for a moment.

"God," he muttered again as she popped her body to the left and pressed her head against his shorts.

"You sure love my tail," Luna remarked, letting herself simply laugh as John rested his head upon it.

"Of course!"

"Why don't you move it over a little and see if there's anything that you like?"

Powerful sensations of lust shone out from Luna's face. almost like a blast of the full moon's light. Seeing her already moving her cheeks against the large bulge in his shorts, John moaned, and he slipped his fingers along her tail up to her flanks. Shifting his head over, he trembled once again.

To Be Continued...