“Wow. Okay. I'm gonna need some context, stat.”

In retrospect it wasn’t really very surprising that Noi had picked this exact moment to swoop back into Dinky’s life. Considering the general direction her luck had been trending in for the past few days, it would have surprised her if she didn’t get a potential worst case scenario. Of course on the other hoof she couldn’t really think of a potential pony to barge in at the present moment who wasn’t a worst case scenario. If anything, Noi was probably one of the best case scenarios, which was a depressing realization. Certainly, thinking about things objectively she would much rather get Noi than Diamond Tiara. Or Sparkler. Or, god forbid, Derpy.

But, well, Dinky wasn’t really in a state of mind to think about things objectively. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” she groaned. Not a moan, that was an important distinction. She’d been dropping a lot of long-drawn out f-bombs in the past few days, so it was important to distinguish this one as being motivated by irritation more than arousal. She flopped backwards onto her bed, sprawling as best as she was capable of with a cock almost as big as she was.

“I think it’s prolly a little bit early for that.”

“No, no we’re not doing this right now. Come back in like a week”

“That seems like a bit much of an overreaction, Dinks.”

“Please pass me a pillow so I can smother myself with it.”

“Uh,” Snails interjected awkwardly. “Uh, should I go?”

“No, don’t- at least wait until we figure out a reasonable clothing solution for you.”

“So who’s the cutie? And would you mind terribly if I borrow her for a bit?”

“Ugh,” Dinky groaned, burying her face in her hands. “No, Noi, you can’t fuck Snails.”

“Wait, that’s Snails?” She stared, dumbfounded. “Uh wow. Okay. Uh. Yeah, remember when I said I needed some context? Because I need some goddamn context.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I have free time.”

It was, in fact, quite the long story. Dinky initially attempted to expedite things by sticking to the immediately relevant, and then quickly realized that wasn’t going to be an option as first she needed to explain why Snails had been sitting on her face and then she needed to explain where Tiara came from and suddenly she found herself all the way back at Doctor Horse’s office. At which point she had essentially just started at the beginning anyway. So she just told the story from the beginning, with occasional interjections from Noi and Snails.

“And that takes us to the present. The terrible, terrible, terrible present.”

Noi snickered. “It ain’t that bad, Dinks.”

“Tell that to the four foot cock.”

“Hold on, I’m gonna take my pants off.”

Had Dinky been drinking, she would have done a spit take. As it was, she did an admirable approximation, gagging on thin air. “Wh-why?”

“I wanna sit down beside you, duh.”

“You can do that with pants on!”

“Hon, your bed’s kinda cummy.”

“Yeah, well, when have you given a shit about wearing clean clothing.”

“I do gotta go home eventually.”

“oh my god you can borrow my sweatpants or Snails’s casual clothes or something just-”

“Nope, too late, I’ve decided to take off my clothing.”

“Dammit.”

Dinky had to reluctantly admit that, under other circumstances, she’d probably be one hundred percent down with watching Noi take her clothing off. As of now she mostly just tried not to look. She was already cripplingly aroused pretty much all the time, and watching Noi take her clothing off would almost certainly make things worse.

Of course, she completely failed to avoid looking. Noi moved quickly, sliding her shorts down over ample hips, thick thighs, et cetera. She was, unsurprisingly, going commando, confirming that she had in fact gotten her clit pierced. Dinky winced slightly at the sight, while Noi seamlessly transferred into removing her tank top. “Hey!”

“What?”

“You said pants, not all clothing!”

“I absolutely said I decided to take off all my clothing.”

“Okay but why it’s not like your shirt’s in danger of getting cum on it if you sit on my bed.”

“Yeah, but you’re naked and Snails is basically naked. It kinda feels weird to be the only fully dressed one, y’know?”

“Celestia fucking help me, Noi, I’m gonna kick your butt after all of this is done.”

“Understandable.” Noi tossed her shirt away (ironically, it landed in a stray pool of cum) and flopped down onto the bed. “So, like, let’s brainstorm.”

“Brainstorm what.”

“How to get rid of your dick, duh.”

Dinky groaned, again, as she slowly pulled herself into a sitting position. “Yeah because that worked so well every other time.”

“It’s been like a week and you’ve still got it, I don’t think it’s gonna go away on its own, babe.”

“It has not been a week.”

“A whole month of cock.”

“Noi it’s been like three days top.”

“Twooooooooo hundred years.”

Dinky rolled her eyes. It wasn’t the first time they’d done a variation on this exact bit. She’d always thought it was kind of dumb, but Noi claimed that playing the straight man was her way of playing along. Nonsense, of course, but she had to admit that it was weirdly endearing. “Okay, well, do you have any ideas?

“Well, let’s look at what we’ve tried before.”

“The fuck do you mean ‘we’ I haven’t seen you since this shit started.”

“I had school and you were unconscious like every time I tried to visit!”

“Okay, okay, fine, I forgive you and am willing to pretend you have participated in getting me out of this mess outside of literally right now.”

“As you should! Anyway, let’s look at what we’ve tried before.”

“Well, uh.” Now that she was actually trying to think about it, she hadn’t really tried an awful lot besides waiting for it to go away. “Hm. Well, I’ve tried waiting, obviously.”

“And it’s been two point five billion years, so-”

“And I’ve tried masturbating and that just made it worse.”

“Hey don’t interrupt my brilliant comedy.”

“And it doesn’t really count as something I’ve tried but I should prolly add that I’ve done a whole fuckton of various sundry sex acts and none of them worked.”

“Plus whatever Tiara and her friends tried while you were asleep!” Snails interjected.

“Do those really count tho? I mean, Dinky’s clearly the source of this whole mess so it makes sense that it wouldn’t end if she wasn’t involved.”

“Yeah but that doesn’t really narrow it down much either way,” Dinky added with a shrug. “I’ve done pretty much every available hole short of like really weird shit like, I dunno, nostrils? Or something?”

“I gotta tell ya’, I’m not really keen on the prospect of nostrilfucking.”

“Yeah, uh, me neither.”

“It’s unanimous, then. No nostrilfucking.”

“Okay then,” Snails said, speaking slowly. “What haven’t you tried?

“Hm,” was all Dinky could reply with. It wasn’t really that difficult of a question. Or it shouldn’t have been. “Well, I guess sex acts are probably outta the picture.”

“Maybe, like, try and uncast the spell?”

“No, that’s prolly a bad idea. Doctor Horse said that I’d need a specialist or I’d risk burning out my magic forever.”

Snails winced. “Ech. Yeah, better be careful.”

“Yeah okay, but there’s gotta be something. You of all people should be able to untangle your own magic. Maybe a shrinking spell or something?”

“I don’t know any shrinking spells.”

“Fair enough. Is there anything not magic you can think of to try?”

“Nope.”

“Well,” Snails interjected after a moment of silence. “Maybe we’re looking at this from the wrong direction.”

“How d’ya figure?”

“Well, as far as I can tell, everything Dinky’s tried has been, well, trying. If that makes sense.”

“It doesn’t, really,” Dinky replied after a moment’s thought.

“Well, like, when you were masturbating you weren’t really masturbating, right? You were trying to get rid of your cock.”

There was another pause as Dinky thought. “Okay,” she said slowly. “I think I get it, but I dunno where you’re going with this.”

“Maybe try, like, just jerking for the sake of it?” Noi suggested. “Don’t try and get rid of the dick, don’t even think about the dick for now. Just, like, take five-” she paused, looking Dinky’s cock over for a second. “Take twenty minutes or so to let off some steam.”

“I don’t think I could not think about it if I wanted to,” Dinky replied. “I mean fuckin’ look at it.”

“Fair enough.”

“I think I’ve got an idea,” Snails interjected once more. “It might take some doing, though.”

“At this point I’m willing to try just about anything that looks like it might work.”

“Well, why don’t we try hypnotizing you? Like, if the problem’s got to do with your subconscious why not just directly ask your subconscious what it wants?”

“That sounds like a terrible idea,” Noi responded immediately. “Like, literally asking for something to go horribly wrong.”

“It’d depend on who we ask to do the hypnotizing,” Snails replied. “I’m not doing it, I don’t know any hypnosis spells and this is too big a deal to ask someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing.”

“Okay, but do we know anyone who knows how to hypnotize ponies?” Dinky said. “Because if we don’t then I dunno if the whole plan’s even worth considering.”

“Well, Princess Twilight-”

“Nope.”

“She’s been teaching basically every unicorn in town magic for, like, years.”

“Exactly the problem! She probably barely knows my face, let alone my name. Besides, she’s a princess. She’s pretty much always busy.”

“Well,” Snails said. “If not Twilight, why not the next best thing.”

“What do you mean ‘the next best-’ wait.” Noi frowned deeply. “Oh. No. No no no no no, out of the question.”

“Why? Okay, yes, she’s a bit... bombastic, but this kind of thing is basically her specialty!”

“Bombastic is not the word I’d use to describe her.”

“Well, do you have any better ideas?”

“Plenty! We live in Ponyville, for crying out loud, basically everyone’s got a connection to someone with a connection to Twilight or even Princess Celestia or Luna or Cadence! Or all of them!”

“I’m going to call her up,” Snails said petulantly.

“No! We are not calling her up!”

“Noi, stop,” Dinky interrupted.

“Oh come on you can’t seriously be considering-”

“Unlike the princesses, this is someone we’ve got a direct connection to through Snails. Besides, it’s like I said. At this point I’m willing to try just about anything that looks like it might work.” She grimaced slightly. “Even if it means having to deal with The Great and Powerful Trixie.”

Trixie wrinkled her nose slightly upon entering the room. “Ech,” she grunted, before snapping her fingers. There was a flash of purple, and suddenly all the many many many gallons of spilled cum were gone. “There. Much better. Trixie can concentrate now.” She strode into Dinky’s bedroom proper, her cape billowing behind her, blown by a wind that didn’t actually exist.

“Uh, Miss Trixie? You probably don’t need to bother with the wind spell. It’s just us three here.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie must always pay careful attention to Aesthetics when an audience is present, Snails,” Trixie responded in that quintessentially Trixie way. “Even if that audience is three ponies. Now, let’s have a look at the patient.”

Dinky once again found herself desperately trying to find somewhere safe to look. Noi was still completely naked and still insufferably hot. Snails might as well have been naked. His panties had long since vanished into the aether of cumsoaked clothing somewhere on her room’s floor – which Trixie had teleported into a neat little pile of laundry in the corner – leaving his wide hips and ample ass and sizable manhood bare for the world to see. Not that they would have done much, as his top demonstrated. Even if his pink camisole wasn’t already see-through, it barely did anything to conceal enormous tits that made Noi’s look practically average. And, of course, right front and centre was a mare who frankly put both to shame. Her breasts were around the same size as Noi’s, perhaps slightly bigger. It was difficult to judge, because unlike everypony else in the room she actually had goddamn clothing on, sort of. A tight-fitting and skimpy leotard, the same star-patterned deep purple as her cape and hat. It dug tightly into soft thigh and ample bosom in a way that was honestly worse than Dinky’s mostly nude friends.

“Well,” Trixie said after giving Dinky a brief once-over with her eyes. “At least the problem is somewhat obvious. You’ve made a bit of a mess of yourself, haven’t you?”

“I guess?”

“There’s something of a knot of magic tying you to your, ahem, stallionhood. And from there tying your stallionhood to others. Snails, possibly more. It seems like whatever spell you’ve managed to cast is contagious. Which, in case you haven’t realized, is very bad.”

“Wait, hold on, it is?”

“This isn’t just a one-off grow-a-penis spell,” Trixie said with uncharacteristic solemnity. “It’s a constant process. The spell you managed to cast is maintaining itself, constantly, and it’s getting stronger as it spreads to more ponies. Which is making that maintenance much more costly to you.” Trixie clasped her hands together in front of her mouth. “Likely your doctor wouldn’t have noticed, especially not if it hadn’t yet started spreading. This isn’t something a small-town medical doctor would be trained to notice. I assume he told you it would eventually go away on its own?”

Dinky nodded dumbly. “Yeah. He said that trying to get rid of it without a specialist could make me not able to do magic anymore.”

“Well, he was right about that last part at least, but this is much more urgent than he likely realized.”

“How urgent are we talking here?”

“Very,” Trixie replied succinctly. “It’s a very good thing you called me in.”

“You can fix this?”

“No. This is going to require an Alicorn. What I can do is help your friend get a little, ah, nap. To help keep things from escalating further while I get in contact with Twilight.”

Noi threw her hands in the air in mild exasperation. “I told you we should have gone to Twilight!”

Trixie shook her head. “No, unless you could have gotten her to look at Dinky in person then she likely would have given you the same advice as your doctor. And given her condition I don’t think that was particularly likely. That’s why it’s a very good thing you called me in. I know enough to immediately recognize the problem and I have the connections to be able to properly stress the urgency of the situation to Their Majesties.”

“Oh.”

Snails grinned smugly. “Toldja.”

“Anyway,” Trixie said, getting as close to Dinky as the massive penis allowed and kneeling to roughly eye-level. “Best not to delay.” She snapped her fingers once again, and a large gold coin attached to a silver chain appeared in her hands. “I’m going to put you into a trance now. As I said, it will hopefully prevent things from getting worse until we can get a Princess here to untangle things. And if we’re very lucky, confronting your subconscious might help you overcome whatever issues resulted in the initial miscast.”

Noi frowned slightly. “I thought you were gonna be doing, like, a spell or something. Not carnival trick hypnosis.”

It was Trixie’s turn to be smug, closing her eyes and smirking, wagging a single finger in the air as she spoke. “Oh ye of little faith! It’s never a wise decision to underestimate The Great and Powerful Trixie.”

“Whaaaaaaatever, man.”

“Now, Dinky. I trust you’ve seen this kind of thing before?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, then I don’t need to explain too much. Just keep your eyes on the coin and focus on my voice.”

“Okay.” Dinky frankly lacked the energy to argue, or to do anything other than what she was told, really. Which, she realized, was probably a bad sign, given what Trixie had revealed. Besides, she had agreed to try anything. But, well, the whole magic coin thing really only worked because of the placebo effect and a bit of sleight-of-hand. She knew that, which meant that the coin wasn’t going to work on her. Hopefully Trixie had a bit more up her sleeve.

Trixie lifted the coin up and then let it drop, holding onto the chain and let inertia do the rest. Unlike the stereotype, she didn’t bother to swing it, instead letting it dangle motionless in front of Dinky’s face. Well, not entirely motionless. It jiggled and swayed, as a result of residual movement from the drop, the subtle unsteadiness of Trixie’s hand, the ambient motion of the atmosphere in Dinky’s room. But they weren’t the steady, rhythmic swaying motions of the stereotypical hypnotist. They were barely motions at all.

“It’s important that you relax,” Trixie said, her voice soft and smooth, a far cry from the showmare’s trademark bombast. “Try not to think. Just let everything wash over you. We’re trying to get at your subconscious, and we won’t be able to do that if your conscious mind gets in the way. Don’t think about my voice. Don’t think about the hypnosis. Don’t think about the coin. Don’t think. Just let it happen, and it should come naturally from there.”

“Okay,” Dinky replied. She did as she was told and tried to focus on the coin without thinking about the coin. Which was difficult, if not impossible. She had already failed miserably at not thinking about Trixie’s voice, considering she was following the magician’s advice. She couldn’t imagine how it could be possible to focus on the coin without focusing on the coin. It didn’t help that Little Dinky had decided that it had been far too long since he’d gotten to have fun, and decided to complain about it. Loudly and emphatically. It was hard to focus on anything.

Well, almost anything. Trixie’s position relative to Dinky left her at eye level with the coin, yes, but also at eye level with Trixie’s breasts. They were, as Dinky had noted earlier, quite ample. In spite of her somewhat notoriously abrasive personality, Trixie was a very attractive mare overall, but the breasts were definitely the star of the show. It probably helped – or didn’t help, rather – that her leotard was rather tight-fitting, especially up top. It dug into soft flesh in a very tantalizing manner. Given the choice between focusing on the coin and focusing on Trixie’s boobs, Dinky found herself constantly drifting away from the former and towards the latter, no matter how much she tried otherwise. They rose and fell slowly, to the rhythm of her breathing. In and out, up and down, and all the while they strained against her clothing.

God, they were so fucking big. Dinky couldn’t help but reach out and touch them.

“Stop.”

Dinky did as she was told, her hands freezing inches from Trixie’s chest.

“Hands at your side.”

Dinky obeyed.

“There we go.”

“Did... did you seriously just hypnotize Dinky with your tits?”

“I improvised,” Trixie replied with a smirk. “Due to the, ah, nature of the problem, I assumed Dinky would most naturally be drawn to focus on certain specific aspects of my body anyway. Add in a bit of misdirection and a little magic to help things along while she was distracted and I’ve got her under in record time.” She stood up, posing dramatically. “Like I said. It’s never a wise decision to underestimate The Great and Powerful Trixie!”

“Whaaaaaaatever, man.”

“As for you,” Trixie said, turning back to Dinky. The young mare sat on her bed lifelessly, staring listlessly at nothing in particular. “I suppose after we’re done I should really allow you the opportunity to have a little fun with Trixie’s breasts, it’s only fair. But for now I need you to lie down and go to sleep. By the time you awaken, your little problem shall hopefully be well and truly solved.”

Ideally, it would have been as simple as that. Go to sleep and wake up a few hours later de-dicked by whichever Princess had shown up first. She wouldn’t have had to worry about having an enormous growing penis that was apparently slowly killing herever again. A simple solution that satisfied everypony involved. Then maybe confess her love for Noi and have a small orgy with the two of them plus Trixie and Snails and whichever Princess had done the de-dicking. Of course, that last part might have been the still-present dick influencing her thoughts. Part of her, she supposed, had had enough sex to last a lifetime. But then again, even if it was her cock speaking, she didn’t exactly mind the idea of having sex on her own damn terms.

All of that was assuming that things went as she’d expected them to, of course. And, to no one’s surprise, least of all Dinky’s, that wasn’t how things appeared to have played out. Of course it wasn’t. That would have been easy.

“I guess I’m dreaming?” she muttered to herself as she took in her surroundings. The first thing that she noticed was that she no longer had a penis. Which made sense, she supposed, since this was a dream. Or possibly some kind of hypnosis-induced vision quest. Or something. She didn’t pretend to understand the science or the magic involved. All she knew was that she was the default Dinky, the way she was most of the time when not saddled with an impractically large cock.

Her surroundings, meanwhile, were unfamiliar. Which was odd, now that she thought on it. This was her dream, right? Maybe her imagination was better than she’d given it credit for, or maybe it had something to do with the magic, but normally her dreams took place in relatively familiar surroundings. If not actually her home or school or places around Ponyville, then at least places that felt like home or school or Ponyville. This, though, did not. It didn’t look like Ponyville, it didn’t feel like Ponyville. It felt cold. Unsettling. Barren and lifeless. Decidedly not anything she might have expected given the setup.

It was night, though it wasn’t particularly dark. Pale blue moonlight lit the rocky landscape unevenly. Shadows caught in the nooks and crevices, extending outwards like some tired metaphor or another. It all felt very ominous and symbolic and frankly Dinky really didn’t have the patience for it. Frowning slightly, she began to move forward. If this was a dream (and it was, she was fairly sure), then it probably didn’t matter where she moved so long as she moved. Given how rough the terrain was, it was surprisingly easy to traverse – which made sense, considering it wasn’t fuckin’ real. Still, she didn’t really seem to be making any actual progress. Which was frustrating. She wanted this over with god dammit, especially if it was gonna kill her.

Dinky wasn’t entirely sure exactly how long she spent wandering. It at least wasn’t inconvenient to traverse, but the fact that it took so damn long was inconvenient in and of itself. “Okay, maybe I need to come up with a different tactic,” she muttered to herself. “I know this is a dream, right? So I could, like, lucid dream it or something?” She stood in the middle of the vast, rocky wasteland, silently contemplating. “Okay, so then the next question is... How do I do that?”

Unsurprisingly, nothing happened. She had no idea if attempting to control her dream was the right track to be on or not, but it didn’t really matter if she couldn’t figure out how to control her dream in the first fucking place. “Ugh,” she grumbled. “Okay, need a new new plan. Uhhhhh... Nothing’s coming to mind.” She stood dumbly, completely at a loss for what to do.

She could, she supposed, just... wait for the inevitable Princess to show up and solve things. But who knew how long that would take, and she felt like she should be doing something in the meantime. And the fact that there didn’t seem to be anything to do was frustrating, to say the least. This whole situation was frustrating, really. Here she was, sitting around with nothing to do while a spell she hadn’t meant to cast and which she shouldn’t even have been able to cast in the first place slowly drained her life away and there was nothing she could do to stop it but wait. Trixie had said something about confronting her subconscious and overcoming her issues, but that was going to be kind of difficult if her subconscious was nothing rocks and more rocks.

“What does this even symbolize? Does it even symbolize anything? I feel like it should probably symbolize something.”

“You’d be surprised, actually.”

Dinky jumped slightly in surprise at the sudden interjection. “Ack!” Jumping, it turned out, was not a great idea, as she ended up catching her foot on a rock and falling onto her face. It didn’t hurt, but it was a bit undignified.

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Dinky said, slowly pulling herself back up. “At least I’ve got someone to talk to.”

“That’s good,” replied the intruder. Dinky had a pretty good idea who it was without even looking. “You are... Dinky Doo, correct? I am Princess Luna.”

“Yeah, I figured. It’s daytime and I’m asleep, sort of, so you make the most sense.” Dinky had never actually met any of the princesses aside from Twilight in person. Or at least not close up. She’d seen them on the various occasions they’d visited Ponyville for whatever reason, but she’d never actually gotten up close and personal with any of them outside of the occasional magic lesson from Twilight – and even then, that had been as a part of a group of ponies. Besides which, Twilight was much younger than the other three, and much less powerful. Intellectually, Dinky knew that Alicorns were typically quite large, especially the elder two.

But, well, knowing was one thing. Seeing was another entirely. Dinky was not exactly a tall pony – about average. Princess Luna decidedly was large. Very nearly twice as tall as Dinky, wide and soft in just about every way. Almost chubby. Her breasts were huge and her hips were wide and, of course, she wasn’t wearing any clothing. That particular fact almost seemed to catch her off guard – she raised a quizzical brow. “I suppose this makes sense, given the nature of your issues as I understand them. Come, let us talk about it in further detail somewhere more comfortable.”

The dream environment faded away, replaced by what seemed to be a very large bedroom, clearly built for someone of Luna’s stature rather than someone of Dinky’s. Everything was big, decorated in dark blues and purples and blacks and lit up with soft, warm candlelight. Luna strode over to the massive bed in a few short steps, sitting on the edge and patting the space beside her. Dinky scuttled over significantly less elegantly, and climbed her way up to the spot the Princess had indicated. It was surreal, like she was a child again.

And also kinda hot, in a weird sorta way. Probably had to do with the sheer magnitude of boob and butt that inherently resulted from Princess Luna’s raw size. She had reasonably ample proportions, probably around the same as Trixie’s, but Trixie was around the same height as Dinky while the young unicorn didn’t even reach Princess Luna’s god damn navel.

“So, uh... you’re gonna fix the problem, right?”

“Yes. But first I’d like to try and ensure that this doesn’t just happen again.”

That was decidedly not something Dinky wanted to hear. “You mean this could happen again?”

“Until your magic channels finish growing in, it’s a very real possibility that your body may react to strenuous sexual situations in the same way, yes. Unless we can deal with the root of the problem, as it were.”

“Okay, cool. How do we do that?”

“Well,” Luna replied, after a moment’s thought. “I think I have a few ideas. The most important thing is figuring out what the root of the problem is, and from there it’s really up to you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, figures.” Dinky was fairly sure she knew what was coming up next.

“Put bluntly, from my understanding of the situation, you need to get more comfortable with sex.”

“I’m plenty comfortable with sex.”

“Clearly not,” Luna said, unimpressed. “Now is not the time to be coy, child. Don’t worry, this is a safe space. This conversation is safely between you and me. No one else can hear what you have to say, and I am duty bound to keep your secrets.”

“Okay...” Dinky said, unconvinced. She had been dreading this part since before she’d even realized it was coming. “But, like, it’s not that simple. I know I’m anxious about getting pregnant, right? I know that it’s irrational. I know that it’s not that hard to avoid getting pregnant and I know that I’m mostly past the point where it’d be irresponsible anyway. But that hasn’t stopped it.”

“Well, that may be the case in the real world. But we’re not in the real world right now.”

“Huh?”

“Time moves differently in dreams. What might take seconds in the dream world could be hours in the real world, and what might take hours could be seconds. And this is, ultimately, my dominion. We have as much time as we need, I promise you.”

“Okay, cool. How does that help?”

“Well, for starters,” Luna said with a sly smile. “You certainly seem to be awfully interested in my body. And you did dream me naked.”

“Um.”

“It’s not often I get to visit the dream of a foal who is of legal age. I’m a little bit pent up, if you’ll forgive me.” Luna reached over and gently placed a hand on Dinky’s shoulder. “I won’t force you, of course. But I believe some consequence-free sexual catharsis would do you a world of good as a first step.”

“Okay. And, uh, what’s the second step.”

“That would be up to you. But, were you to ask my advice, I would say start by talking to Noi. It’s very obvious she cares greatly for you, and you feel the same for her.”

“Okay but the last time I had any kinda sexual encounter with Noi I ended up with a dick.”

“I believe that if you are a bit more honest with yourself, you’ll have a much more... favourable outcome.”

“Okay.”

“Now,” Luna said simply. “We’ve got all the time in the world and no limitations. I can be whatever and whoever you want me to be, and you can be whatever and whoever you want yourself to be. So.” She smirked once again. “Why don’t you tell me where you want to start?”

Dinky swallowed heavily, taking Luna’s body in, even as her mind wandered. There was an awful lot on her mind, and an awful lot of things that if she was brutally honest with herself she kind of wanted to try. If Luna was right, and they did have all the time in the world, the only real difficulty would be figuring out where to start.

It was, she realized, going to be a very long night. In more ways than one.

Author's Note

Not a lot of sex in this chapter, unfortunately. Also I lied this isn't gonna be the last chapter, as became increasingly clear as I was writing it. I promise y'all that not only will the next chapter have a big ol' sex scene in it, it'll definitely be the last chapter.