Lunalogy

“Are we there yet?”

Stan chuckled. “You’ve said that ten times already Carl, I doubt we’re any closer.”

Carl groaned and fell back on his seat. “But it feels like we’ve been on this train forever.”

“We’ve only been here for, like, ten minutes Carl.” Stan stretched in his own seat and laid down. “How could you be this bored already?”

Carl sat back up and looked out the window of the train cart, roughly ten minutes ago, he and Stan left to go see their queen, along with the princess herself to help organize the treaty. “How do you know this will work?”

Stan craned his neck toward him while still laying down. “How will what work?”

“I mean, this whole ‘peace’ thing.” Carl started fidgeting. “You don’t think that the ponies will just forgive us in one day, right?”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Of course I don’t, in fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town of Canberlot started an angry mob once we get back.”

“You mean Canterlot, and come on Stan, I know there mad at us, but I don’t think the’ll-”

Stan stood up. “If a bunch of creatures destroyed your town, would you forgive them in a day?”

Carl crossed his hooves. “Hey. Ponies are very forgiving.”

Stan glared at him and laid back down, this time facing away from him. “You should know, since you’re like them.”

“Here we go.” Carl thought, he knew this was the part where Stan would talk about how he left the hive. “Listen, Stan, I had a very good reason why I left.”

“Oh yeah, what? You thought life was too hard,” Stan mocked. “or that you couldn’t handle the responsibilities of a caretaker?”

Carl narrowed his eyes. “It wasn’t just that. It was the way you guys treated each other.” Carl walked up to Stan’s bed and looked down at him. “You guys are real jerks to your siblings.”

“That’s how we act Carl.” Stan closed his eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t be such a sissy.”

“I’m not a sissy!” Carl yelled.

“Says the bug that can't even handle being punched in the arm,” Stan smiled. “or the one that cried to the queen when he get hur-”

*SLAM*

Stan turned over to see that Carl left, and that the train cart door that led to another room was closed. Stan could only chuckle and lay back down. “Or the one that storms off like a hatchling when he knows I’m right.”

“Are you right?”

Stan jumped and looked to his left to see his now cured fear in front of him. Though she wasn’t paying much attention to him “Celestia? Shouldn’t you be-”

“I’m actually here for Luna.” Celestia continued looking away from Stan and walked toward the door that Carl walked through.

“Luna?” Stan tapped his chin. “That blue alicorn, isn’t she the one who...Princess?” Stan was answered with a door slam. He grunted. “Well then.”

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“Stupid Stan, doesn’t even know what it’s like.” Carl grumbled to himself as he made his way to the restroom. “‘Maybe you shouldn’t be such a sissy Carl’” He said in a mocking tone. “Like he’s not one either, he can’t even handle confronting a princess, it’s not even that hard. Sure, their far more powerful and far more important, but it’s not like you’re asking them out or something.”

Carl looked up to see he was at the door of the bathroom, he sighed and put his hoof on the door. “If only he knew just why I left, it wasn’t just the hive or the way they acted. All I wanted was to eat,” He then threw his hooves in the air, opening the bathroom door doing so, and looked at a nearby window. “but miss chrysie over there couldn’t even feed us, so why would anyling even want to stay, when you can just find a mare of your own.”

He dropped his hooves and sat down just as a pair of eyes looked at him through the darkness of the bathroom door. “Oh who am I kidding, like any mare would want this.” He looked down at himself. “I don’t even think a changeling is supposed to have this many holes.”

“That only makes it better~”

This time, Carl’s ear stems went into the air. “W-what?” Seconds later, he felt, and saw, a strange aura surround him, and before he knew it, he was dragged into the bathroom with the door shutting in front of him.

Before Carl could get another word out, his felt body turn around and look into a bright blue light. “Gah! What the-”

“Shhh. No talking.”

Carl’s eyes finally adjusted to the bright light and, and with a yelp and wide eyes, he said. “P-p-p-p-princess?”

He felt a hoof touch his lips. “I said no talking, little bug.”

Carl felt the hoof travel down his mouth to his neck, he could only guess where it was going. “Uh...C-c-can I just say that, y-y-you need to noAAAAAAAAHH!”

Carl gasped once the hoof reached it destination. “Just relax now, I’ll take care of you~”

Carl's ear stems went up, as did his wings, once he heard that. He heard those exact words before, just like the last time. It was at that moment that he knew what was going on. “I-I-I’m in a dream.” He thought. He looked down, trying to see past the blue light, but with it shining in his face, he couldn’t get a good look.

“Sweet sensations~”

Carl yelped again. “L-l-look, I know what you’re doing, a-a-and it needs to stop, alright!” Carl was trying to get the upper-hoof in this situation, but in the position he was in, he knew what would happen next. He looked up to see that the light was traveling down to his waist. His eyes went wider than ever at that point. “D-donAAAAHHEEN’T.”

He blushed and went cross eyed once he felt it, the same thing he had felt yesterday, and the day before, and before that. This pure pleasure that had flow through him was now happening to him again, and just like before, he couldn’t control himself for two seconds. So, like a hatchling, he screamed out the name of the mare he knew was doing this, the same mare that was creating this unforgettable feeling for days on end, the one, who he knew, was the cause of all of this.

“L-L-L-LUUUUUUUNNNAAAAAAAA!”

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Carl arched his back and screamed, unable to comprehend the feeling that had claimed his body, he let all of the air out of his body and flopped back down, catching as much breath as possible. He then opened his eyes and raised his head in the air, panting and looking around the room in a daze. “heah, hugh, blehgu...ugh...neah...Uhg….nrrrgg….WHY!”

Carl laid his head back down on the arm of his couch. “Every morning…Why does this happe- oh for chrysie’s sake…” He lifted his blanket to see that it happened again. “That’s the third time this week.” He put his hooves to his eyes and pretended that it would go away, but after a few minutes he knew waiting would just make it worse.

He went through this same cycle for the past three days, and each time he would wake up drenched in sweat and heavily breathing, and his stomach would, yet again, be filled with more food than before. “At this rate, I’m gonna be overweight from all of this.”

He sat up and got off his couch, doing so made the blanket fall off him and land on the floor. He quickly rolled it up in a ball and inspected it. “Welp...Back to the wash. AGAIN!”

He sat down on the floor and pounded it with his hoof.. “Why does this keep happening! It wasn’t even consensual for queens sake! Why does my mind keep thinking that I would even have a chance with her!”

He pounded the floor again and stood back up. “I mean, it’s not like I actually want to...do that…” He closed his eyes and shivered. “No, I don’t...There has to be a reason, it’s not just because she fed me...no…there has to be something else that is causing this.” He glanced over at his blanket again. “This is gonna be hard to explain when I go to the laundromats again.”

Carl picked the blanket back up again. “Bleh...dish soap.” He looked toward the door and grimaced. “What if they-” He scratched his chin. “Nah...T-they won’t notice, they just clean the clothes without question.” He took hold of his blanket and walked toward the door. “Nope, no one will notice.” He pushed the door open, closed his eyes, and smiled, knowing that this will all be over soo-

“HI CARL!”

Carl then yelled at the top of his lungs and threw the blanket in the air, spinning around multiple times before coming to a stop in front of one of his brothers. Carl then gasped once he saw the blanket covering his friends face.

“Uh...um…” Carl awkwardly lifted the blanket off his brother and rolled it in a ball again, he put on a nervous smile while his brother put on an angry one. “Um...Hi brother, uh...looks like the...uh...paint from the...uh...blanket rubbed off on ya...heh..heh..yeah...Sorry bout that.”

Carl continued to smile at the changeling in front of him, unfortunately, he wasn’t smiling back. With a look of disgust, and a wipe of his face, the changeling in front of him said. “Carl, did you have that dream again?”

“M-Maybe…”