Summer's Dream

Mystique was taken aback. What was the princess doing here? She was closed for the night. Her lover snuck off, leaving her alone. Again. An icy pain stabbed her in the chest. She gasped, clutching her chest with her hooves.

Luna sighed. With a slight nod of her head she indicated the space across from her. Mystique slowly walked over, her head low. As she settled on the seat, she looked at the princess. “Dear Mystique, you need to stop blaming yourself,” Luna said.

Mystique looked at her, completely confused. “I’m sorry, your highness? I don’t know what you mean,” she shook her head slightly. “I’m not blaming myself for anything. Nothing is wrong, I mean. Everything is perfect.” Her voice rose as she spoke.

“Don’t be obtuse,” Luna deadpanned. “There is a coldness in thy heart, and if thou let it, it shall freeze thine heart. Thou shalt never know joy, nor happiness, and nay, not even sadness will be thy comfort!” Luna had taken on the Voice. Mystique cowered across from her, for as Luna’s Voice rose, so had she. Luna stood at her full height, fanning her wings out. Her mane and tail had taken on more life, filling out making her seem even larger. Looking down on the little unicorn, Luna sighed. Getting her mane and tail back under control, and folding her wings in, she sat down.

“Mystique, I am sorry,” Luna said, her voice back to a normal volume. “Please, I only wish to help you. Look at me, my little pony,” she said with as much love in her voice as Celestia would have.

Mystique cautiously raised her head, her eyes meeting the princess’. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’m sorry, Princess,” she said quietly. She thought about what Luna had just said, her heart feeling even colder. The room felt cold as well. She could see her breath fog the air in front of her. *What?* she thought, puzzled. *The princess’ breath isn’t fogging. Why is mine? It’s spring, it’s not that cold. What’s going on?* She let out a whimper, not meaning to.

“Oh, little one, we must fix this. And soon. You’re feeling the cold that is in your heart,” Luna said quietly. “That is why your breath fogs the air, and mine does not. This is a manifestation of your emotions. You’re subconsciously invoking your feelings of despair. The coldness in your heart of always blaming yourself that your partners leave, when it is not your fault.”

“How?” Mystique said angrily. “How is it not my fault? They leave me! They never told me why! I could understand if it was a one night stand.” She shook her head. “But they came back! Am I that good at rutting mares to be used again and again! But, if i want to be on the receiving end, they’re too tired!” she shouted. She never noticed the hoar frost forming on the cushion. Yet, Luna did notice.

“Ah,” Luna spoke, “I see. Tis not the coldness of despair that plagues your heart. Tis anger. A cold anger. Perhaps the most dangerous anger.” Luna lifted her tea, taking a sip.

“Of course I’m angry.” Mystique said calmly. “You would be too, if ponies used you to get themselves off.” She cocked her head slightly, then snorted. “You wouldn’t know, would you? You’re the princess of the night. No pony would dare to refuse you.”

Luna laughed at that. “Oh, I’ve been used before, little one. She regretted it, after my sister intervened and showed me what was happening. So, please refrain from accusing me of not knowing.” Luna set her cup back down, staring down at Mystique. “So, these mares used you, and you believe it is your fault. Let us examine that, shall we.”

Mystique’s mouth hung open. “Wait, what? SHE? You’re into mares? No, you can’t be, we’ve only seen you around stallions. You’re lying to me!”

“Enough!” Luna slammed her hoof on the table, making Mystique jump. “Yes, I’ve slept with mares. And stallions. Sometimes both at once. Yet, that is not why I’m here in your dream turned nightmare. I am here to stop this cycle. You, Mystique, have an opportunity to finally be happy. Yet, only if you stop blaming yourself for that which is not your fault.” Luna pointed her hoof at Mystique, then settled back.

“Dream? Ha!” Mystique snorted. “Yeah, princess you had the second part right. Nightmare. My whole bucking life is a nightmare! I’m dumped by every mare I’ve been with. You say it’s not my fault. Well, who’s to blame? Them? I doubt it. I’m the one that keeps bucking up everything. We have a couple of dates, a few nights in bed. Then they leave. I’m good enough for a romp in the hay, yet not good enough for them to stick around and possibly make a life with.”

Luna locked her eyes with Mystique. “Continue.”

“I now I’m not that pretty. Nothing like you, or Celestia, or even…” Mystique paused. She knew the name she was going to say. She wanted to say it, yet even knowing this was a dreamscape, she couldn’t voice it.

“Oh?” Luna asked, raising a brow. “You don’t think yourself attractive?” A small smirk played on her lips. “What would you say if I told you that I considered you attractive? What would you do if I were to wake you up right now, so that I might share your bed?”

“Wha… Princess, there is no way you're serious!” Mystique huffed. She began to laugh. “Seriously, I’m not good enough for you. Not even a one night stand good enough.”

“Hmmm,” Luna murmured. “Oh, you’re right. You’re not good enough for a one night stand.” Mystique hung her head at that. Luna reached out, the table no longer between them it now an inconvenience for the princess, and gently raised Mystique head back up. “You’re far too good for one night. I would say many nights, and days, would be more appropriate to appreciate you. Yet, I am afraid I must pass on showing you how worthy you are. There is another mare who would dearly love to get to know you better.”

Mystique’s eye stung, as tears began to well up. She couldn’t believe what the princess just said. She could tell that the princess was being sincere. Yet, she still couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t worthy, she had been shown that by so many partners.

“Not worthy?” Luna asked. “Oh, dear little Mystique. You are far more worthy than you think. And all you really need to do is think back to all those partners you’ve had. Really look at them, not just the surface, but their hearts. You saw them. Look back.” Luna guided Mystique’s head to her right, facing the darkness beyond the pool of light they sat in.

As Mystique gazed into the void, she could see shapes begin to form. She began to realize these were memories, pulled forth by the princess of the night. She watched as a series of mares appeared and the backdrop of when she had met them. She began to see a similarity. Each mare that she met, every one of them, was all in similar places. Bars and night clubs. Every one of them. The mares she would approach were all doing the same thing she was. Looking for some fun, they were all looking at the single mares there as well. They’d stop looking when they noticed the petite white unicorn with a light blue mane approach. Every single mare would smile the same smile. A smile one would find when the hunter found their prey. That’s all she was to them. Prey, something to be conquered. Not a pony to get to know, but a plaything.

Mystique turned back to Luna, tears silently falling. The frost that had spread out from her cushion receded, Luna noted. “I was just a toy to them,” Mystique murmured. “They weren’t looking for love,” she sniffed. “They were just looking to get laid.” Mystique hung her head, her shoulders shaking with her silent sobs.

Luna nodded slightly, then slid her hoof from Mystique’s cheek to her shoulder. “Now then, shall we look at what you truly want?”

Mystique looked up to Luna, noticing that the princes was looking to her right. Mystique looked to left, wondering what she would see. To her embarrassment, she found herself looking at her fantasy from the outside. A hiccup giggle escaped from her as she noticed how silly she looked with her head hanging off the counter like that. She looked to where her dream lover was supposed to be. There was a pony shaped blur there. Mystique looked back to Luna, confusion plain on her face.

Luna chuckled. “My, my… You certainly look happy like that. Yet, I wonder,” she tapped her chin, “who is the lucky mare?” Looking down at Mystique she smiled. “Close your eyes, Mystique. Tell me, what does your dream lover look like? Whom do you see yourself with?”

Mystique took a deep breath before closing her eyes. Letting it out slowly she spoke, “She’s going to be kind. And she’ll laugh at my terrible jokes. She’d love me as much as I love her.” Opening her eyes she saw that the blur was more defined.

“Go on,” Luna gently urged.

“She would want to snuggle after we made love, or even if we didn’t. She’d look forward to spending time with me,” Mystique said. Watching the vision become even more refined, she noticed little details. Wings came into focus, the mare’s coat went from a gray color to cream, her mane was dark, too dark to really tell. Mystique could tell by her dream self’s rapid breathing that she was getting close to climaxing. She focused on the mare, more because she was embarrassed.

Luna chuckled softly, “My goodness. It seems your lover is really enjoying herself.”

“Princess!” Mystique gasped, glancing at Luna.

“Oh!” Luna gasped, “Here comes the best part! Now, don’t look away, Mystique.”

Mystique looked back. She still couldn’t tell who the mare was, her dark mane was covering her face where Mystique’s thigh wasn’t obscuring her. She cocked her head slightly, trying to get a better angle. Shifting to her left slightly, she gasped. Her perspective suddenly changed, as her hind legs stretched out, her belly tightening as a wave of pleasure started in her center and spread outwards. She could feel her vaginal ways clamp down on the mare’s tongue, as her juices sprayed from her. A sudden feeling of emptiness made her whimper, only to gasp again as her climax was drawn from her by the mare sucking at her opening. The mare continued until every drop of Mystique’s marecum was drawn from her. As Mystique felt the unknown mare pull away she sat up. She looked down at her, still unsure who it was, her mane was still covering her face. The mare slowly lifted her head up looking Mystique in the eyes, a small smile on her face as she swallowed everything Mystique had given her. She licked her lips before leaning forward. Mystique was lost in Summer’s green eyes, all she saw was love there. As Summer gently kissed her, Mystique closed her eyes. She felt Summer pull away a moment later, before Mystique could truly enjoy the kiss. She opened her eyes to see Summer start to fade away. When she completely disappeared, Mystique looked to Princess Luna.

“Yes, my dear, that is your dream,” Luna said quietly. “Tomorrow morning, she will be here, in your cafe. You will offer her a job here. Do not fret, she will accept. You will spend time working with her, you will get to know each other better. Yet, take care you remember that you are not to blame for the past. And maybe, for once, you should be hunter.”

“I’ll remember, Princess,” Mystique promised. She found herself sitting on the floor behind the counter, all traces of her fantasy gone.

Princess Luna nodded her head. “Good night, Mystique. You shall find your sleep undisturbed, and will have plenty of rest in the morning.” She stepped out the doorway, it closing behind her then fading away.