Nona - Is It True What They Say About Humans?

I sat on the ground, my face buried in my hands crying softly but, for the life of me I didn’t know why I was crying nor could I remember why.

I stopped. Lifting my face from my hands I looked around, surprised by what I saw. Everything was dark, like night, but it wasn’t night. I don’t know how I knew it wasn’t night, I just did.

Everything had an odd, slightly distorted, unrealistic look to it, like I was seeing everything through a softly pastel-tinted lens that kept shifting colors from red to blue to green, yellow, orange, pink then back to red again.

Just then I felt, more than saw a shift, a kind of change in everything. I looked down at the not-grass and noticed that everything was now softly shaded in silvery blue. Looking up I saw an enormous, featureless  moon hanging in the night sky. It was like seeing a blank, brightly lit white background through a pinhole in black paper.

I looked down at my hand, noticed no shadow on the not-grass beneath it. What was going on? Where was I?

Was it me or did I feel more than hear a sound? Or did I see the sound, only thinking I felt it?

I looked up to see a stately, broad-winged silhouette framed by the moon. It was growing larger as it floated rather than flew toward me.

Within a moment the silhouette took on details revealing that it was Princess Luna. I was surprised to see she was wearing absolutely nothing, not even her crown.

“Uh, wow!,” I gasped, “what’re you doing here?”

“You’re in a dream, dummy,” she said, smirking.

“Wait... What? A dream? How can this be a dream? This feels too real to be a dream” I said totally confused now.

“You’re not a big fan of lucid dreaming are you?,” Luna smirked at me again as she snapped her fingers.

Her horn didn’t glow, there was no aura, no flash or poof or anything I could relate to what I knew as Equestrian magic. There was just this six foot long table now standing on the not-grass. It had what looked like a four inch foam rubber mattress laying across the width and breadth of it.

“Allow me to show you the true magic of the night,” Luna cooed, stepping toward me, eyeing me lustfully and licked her lips.

She snapped her fingers again and my clothing completely disappeared. She snapped her fingers again and a table with what looked like a four inch thick foam rubber pad laying across the top appeared a short distance away.

“Wait! What the fuck is that? It looks like a work table! I’m  not gonna fuck you on something that looks like it belongs in a garage!  That’s not sexy!” I grumbled. She paused, stared at me, looked down and bit her lip.

“Have you done this, before?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Well, um... no,” she muttered, looking self-conscious and very uncomfortable.

What the fuck?! This was Luna, Goddess of the night! She was over a thousand years old! You’d think she’d know better about this stuff. I mean, come on! “This was a bad idea,” she pouted as she turned to go.

Suddenly realizing that this was my dream and that I could do anything in it with impunity I reached out, grabbed Luna’s arm, pulled her to me, held her close to me.

She squeaked, startled, as she stared up into my eyes. She was trembling, her wings fluttering but she was not resisting or trying to pull back.

“Please,” she begged, gasping, her voice trembling, “I have never been in a dream where I was not in complete control. It... terrifies me!”

I wrapped my arms around her. She gasped as I smiled softly, held her tightly to me and gazed deeply into her eyes,.

Her eyes! Those amazing, incredible deep aquamarine eyes!  Staring into them felt like I was staring into the depths of the night, itself. I felt as if I were drifting, falling into them. I parted my lips, drew them closer to hers. She responded by closing her eyes, parting her own lips in anticipation as I drew my mouth slowly closer to hers.

Just then my stomach rumbled and I belched so hard into her face that her cheeks rippled and her hair blew back like a rag in a wind tunnel!

Screeching, horrified, she violently pushed me away.

“Argh!”, she yowled, grimacing in disgust as she frantically waved her hands in front of her face, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Oh, man! I am so sorry! I didn’t feel that coming!” I groaned, totally mortified now. Then I realized it must have been from the peanut butter and wasabi tacos I’d had for lunch that day. She stood furiously glaring at me.

“Leave it to you to fuck up a wet dream!” she growled, angrily disgusted as she turned, spread her wings and rose into the air.

“No! Wait! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for that to happen!” I shouted frantically, reaching out and running after her as she flew away, “Come back! Please! Come back!”

Just then her horn glowed brightly. I screamed as I suddenly found myself a thousand feet in the air falling headlong toward what looked like a vast sea of horribly stinking, rancid, steaming, roiling, boiling cow piss! “Oh, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” I screamed out in one long moaning yowl as I fell.

***

I sat bolt upright gasping, as I knocked poor Tree Hugger out of my bed. “Harsh!” she shouted, startled, as she tumbled to the floor with a thump.

I grabbed my head and groaned loudly in pain as what felt like a thousand raging garden gnomes with battle axes hammered the inside of my skull.

“Ooh, you’re definitely not in harmony with your biology this morning,” said Tree Hugger sympathetically as she climbed back onto the bed. She took my face in her hands, studied it for a moment. She then crawled back off the bed and headed out of the bedroom.

Fucking hang-overs! This one felt like the worst I’d ever had. Could it have been from the combo of that weird Equestrian weed and beer we’d had? Could be. I tried to make a mental note of that but I couldn’t think through the thick fog clouding my brain.

Tree Hugger returned a moment later holding a small leather bag tied off with a thong. She climbed back onto the bed, straddled my stomach and opened the bag. Pouring some strange, bluish-pink powder into it she then blew it into my face.

Gasping in surprise I sucked the strange dusty powder into my lungs, began coughing furiously as I frantically tried to brush it away. “The fuck was that?!” I gasped a moment later when I could finally breathe again.

“Alcohol’s really toxic,” she smiled, reaching out and stroking my hair reassuringly, “so I always keep cure powder with me for those mornings when I wake up with a hang-over”

I stared at her, blinked, then realized my hang-over was completely gone! I felt fine!

“Where did you get that?” I asked, smiling now, “I want some!”

“I got it at a head shop in Baltimare,” she smiled, “I was surprised at how cheap it was but it works good so it’s all groovy”

Leaning down she kissed me on the lips then she scooched down the bed until her face was directly over my cock. She took it in her hand, looking up she smiled at me.

“I hope you don’t mind, I really love sucking cock,” she smiled with a twinkle in her eye, licking her lips. “In fact I love sex!”, she cooed, “I love it so much I could do it all day every day!”

My jaw dropped and I blinked as her words sunk in. ‘All day every day?’, I thought? My head reeled as the realization of what  she’d said sunk in.

All thoughts completely disappeared and my mind went blank as I felt her soft, warm and supple lips wrap themselves around my cock then slide down as it slipped into her hot, wet mouth.

***

Showered, dressed and grinning from ear to ear after three hours of what was for me the most creative, imaginative and awesome sex of my life I stepped with an equally grinning and happy Tree Hugger into the living room and found a poor, bedraggled Fluttershy sitting slumped on the couch and pitifully holding her head and groaning.

“Um... Could you two be a little quieter, maybe? I mean, if it’s okay with you?”, she groaned quietly.

Without a word Tree Hugger ran back up the stairs, returned a moment later with the small leather bag. Crouching down in front of Fluttershy she took some of the powder out of the bag.

“Look at me, sweetheart”, smiled Tree Hugger as she held her hand up to her lips, blew some of the powder into Fluttershy’s face who breathed deeply of it, smiled a moment later.

“Thanks! I’m glad you had that with you”, Fluttershy said, looking a thousand times better within a few seconds. Smiling, Tree Hugger rose to her feet then lovingly stroked Fluttershy’s hair.

“You two want some coffee?,” I asked as I headed for the kitchen.

“Yes, please,” said Fluttershy in that amazingly soft and gentle voice of hers.

“Do you have any tea?” asked Tree Hugger. Yeah, okay, hippy. I should have thought of that. I began looking through cupboards to see if I did.

“I have some jasmine if that’s okay,” I called back a moment later.

“Groovy!” she said happily a moment later.

With my guests happy and with coffee in hand I opened the back door, stepped onto the porch. Yeah, it was another boringly perfect day in Equestria as I stood looking around, took a sip from my mug.

Then a flash! Suddenly Luna was standing on the grass in front of me! I stared as my jaw dropped. Holy shit! This wasn’t a dream Luna, this was the real one! Or was it? I wondered what they put in the coffee. I stared at my mug for a second. This couldn’t be real! I mean, really! The co-ruler of Equestria standing in my back yard? No way! I set my mug down on a nearby table and turned back to her.

“I am indeed real... and here,” she smiled when she saw my shocked, unbelieving expression. She stepped toward me. I blinked, shook my head then wondered if this was some strange after-effect of that weird Equestrian whacko-weed we’d smoked.

Standing in front of me now she placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled sweetly. Okay, I felt that. This must be real.

“Why’re you here?” I asked hesitantly curious. She blushed, smiled coyly.

“First I wish to apologize for dumping you into a sea of boiling cow urine,” she said quietly, “it was uncalled for. I was angry. I hope you understand”

“Well, I woke up before I hit so I guess it’s okay,” I grinned. She looked relieved.

She drew a little closer, looked deeply into my eyes. Oh, man! Her eyes! Amazing! I found myself falling headlong into their depths again as I felt her gazing back at me.

“Ah! Well!”, she spluttered, pulling back and shaking her head even as I was shaking my own, clearing my head of the spell those eyes cast on me.

“Beyond my apology the reason I’m here is because... well, you showed me something in that dream last night, something which both terrified and delighted me”

she stepped closer, wrapped her arms around my waist, drew me to her. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was stare into those amazing eyes of her and listen.

“Last night was the first time in my life that I was not in full control of a dream, that someone else was,” she said, “and I found it... arousing, quite thrilling in fact. If you’re willing I’d like to try that with you, again”

My eyes widened as I stared at her, a grin slowly spreading over my face. This Princess, this Goddess of the night, was asking me for another chance at sharing a wet dream with? Holy shit! I wondered what I’d done to suddenly get so lucky?

“Um, yeah, sure!” I smiled at her as she snuggled into me.

Just then I had a thought; ‘note to self; no more peanut butter and wasabi burritos!’