Nightmare Moon is a Super Lady

Opening your eyes, you glance around to scan your surroundings. You're in a rather strange, urban place. There is pavement under your hooves, as well as numerous painted yellow lines. Before you lies a field of concrete, odd, metal contraptions sat idly within the confines of the painted, rectangular parameters on the ground. In the distance, you could see numerous tall skyscrapers and other buildings against the cloudless, blue sky horizon.

Were you getting a glimpse at his home world? It is perhaps a little... overdeveloped for your tastes, but you had to admit, there was still some beauty to it. Humans must certainly make their claim to ownership of their land very clear. Admirable, especially if they are the dominant species of their world.

...But where is Anonymous?

After an about face, you lay your eyes on the strangest building you have ever seen, which is quite a statement, given how you have frequented many brothels in Equestria and abroad that could have taken the "strangest building ever" title. It's a rather colourful building, with an almost sort of carnival theme to it.

"Chuck E. Cheese?" You mutter, reading the grand sign on the building's roof. "Is that the moniker of the purveyor of this peculiar establishment?" Shall you cross into the final frontier...? Yes, you believe you shall. You're not quite sure what to expect, but you mentally steel yourself for what you believe today's youth refers to as 'some pretty fucked-up shit.'

Approaching the door, you encounter your first obstacle. This portal was clearly not designed for equines in consideration. You attempt to push it open, but it will not budge.

...Your patience has run out in a new record of six seconds.

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The front vestibule shatters in a spectacular storm of ice-like glass shards as the piercing sound of the brittle windows breaking is rivalled only by the loud metal clanging made by the refuse depository that you magically hurled through it at terminal velocity. Thankful that you are still wearing your regal shoes in your dream form, you step over the glass pieces without hesitation. Looking around, you try to make sense of this place... and after several moments, you managed to make precisely none.

To your left, various humans sit at desks, in front of each of them were odd plastic devices that would emit a ringing noise. When this happened, the human behind the device would pick up a bar-shaped portion of the machine, hold it up to one of their ears, and ask no one in particular how much they would like to donate to something called "Pee bee ess."

To your right, you spotted two more humans sitting on a couch who looked rather... "animated" in appearance. One of them had a beard of black, and wore a similarly coloured wool hat, imprinted with the image of a skull. For a symbol so bold, the human in question looked rather harmless. Another human sat next to him, and had hair of crimson, the likes you had never seen before, though he seemed to have more of it upon his chin than on his head. Shouts of frustration and profanity came frequently from the pair, almost always followed by uproarious laughter. You could not tell what exactly what they were doing, but they seemed to be engaged in whatever was happening on that glowing rectangle in front of them. Occasionally, you could hear them shout something about how they were "Riding to Hell."

Those humans were insane, undoubtedly. You scrutinize the odd scenes before you more carefully, Anonymous has to be around here, somewhere... Wait a moment, was that him?

Walking forward and passing through a small, impromptu barrier of pool noodles, you spot Anonymous on the ground, dressed in what appears to be a classic striped stickball uniform of sorts, complete with cap. You tilt your head to read the team name stitched on his back.

The 'Ottawa Sockem-Boppers'?

Anonymous seemed to be frantically searching for something unseen on the floor. Behind him, a sinister looking character appeared to be holding a female hostage, pressing a miniature stickball bat to her throat as if he intended to slit her throat with it.

This entire experience was... words have failed you. Dying a little inside, you make a note to never give the minds of extra-terrestrial beings undue credit before diving into their dreams.

"Anonymous?"

He doesn't look up, but continues crawling around on the floor, searching. "I can't stop now, they're around here somewhere..." He mutters. The floor is fairly open, anything laying upon it would not stay hidden for long.

"What exactly are you seeking, Anonymous?"

"THE CODE, THE CODE, I MUST HAVE THE CODE!!" He shouts up at you rather unexpectedly.

You actually recoil at this, he's never shouted at you before. "What code?" You're almost afraid to ask, fearing what reaction such a question would provoke in this strange, unstable state of his.

He simply looks up to you and presses a single finger to his lips. "Remember, no Russian."

Your expression deflates as you've decided that trying to have a conversation with Anonymous in this state would be a waste of time. With a roll of your eyes, your black horn lights up with a prepared spell. "We probably should not have expected you to be capable of lucid dreaming, Anonymous."

Conjuring the right spell, you send a beam sparkling blue magic directly at him. He remains still for a moment, until the enchantment finally takes effect. Anonymous looks up, looking at the various outrageous scenes around him with the same confusion as you had.

"Uhhh... What the fuck is this shit?" He glances down, surprised at the garments he wears.

You give a light scoff as you approach him, though satisfied that he is now in a coherent state of mind. "This is what you dream of, evidently. Does any of this hold any particular meaning to you?"

A blink of confusion and then a look of understanding dawns upon him. He takes a look around, to which his face contorts as he, too, tries to make sense of any of it. "Err, no, not really. I didn't pick any of this shit, my brain just took some random memories, threw them into a blender, and came up with this scenario, I guess."

Some rather strange memories, you surmise.

"Is this normally how humans dream? You seemed rather... involved in the nonsense."

He shrugs. "Yeah, it's pretty weird, but strangely enough, it all makes perfect sense at the time when you're in the dream for whatever reason. It's only afterwards when I wake-," He suddenly snaps into realization. "Hey... wait a second, how the hell do I now realize that I'm in my dream? And hold on, you can't actually be the real Luna, you're just a mental projection of her based off of the memories of her that I have in my brain!"

You can only give a hard scoff and an eye roll at that. "It is Our utmost assurance that We are the genuine article, Anonymous." Frankly, you feel a tad insulted to be called nothing more than an apparition. "We are the princ- the QUEEN of the night, Anonymous. Dreams are Our domain. We beg of you to give Us at least some credit."

He nods, seemingly satisfied with your explanation. "Ohh... Makes sense."

"Does it, though?"

He blinks. "...Nah, not really."

You both share a chuckle as you wrap one of your feathered black wings around him. He returns the gesture with a friendly, one-armed hug. Finally, he asks that initiating question that you've quietly been dreading since making the decision to come here. "So... what are you doing here, exactly?"

You swallow as you try to think of how to word your answer. Trying to think of a way to tactfully explain yourself proves to be a bit of a challenge, but then you look around and remember exactly where you are right now. "We entered your dream because We intended to confront you about the comments made to Us during court tonight, and should this conversation take an uncomfortable turn, We may simply flee and erase your memory of this dream ever happening."

Anon nods in understanding. "Oh." He stops nodding. "Wait, what?"

"WHY DIDST THOU PROCLAIM THAT THOU WERE MERELY JESTING, ANON? ARE WE NOT BEAUTIFUL ENOUGH BY THY REPUGNANT ALIEN STANDARDS? OR DOES THOU SIMPLY ENJOY PLAYING SICK, TWISTED GAMES WITH THY QUEEN'S HEART?"

You may have slipped into the old Royal Canterlot voice, but you will admit, you lost a bit of control, there. All the figments of personas in the pizzeria were now staring squarely at the both of you, as if Anon's subconscious was now fully engrossed on the scene you were making. You didn't care, however. You are a damned QUEEN, and you will not be ignored.

Anon looks to be caught a bit off guard, his body spasms as though he's being electrocuted when your booming words hit him. He quickly collects himself, albeit with a look of confusion. "Whoa, hey, where the hell is this coming from? I thought you were sick and tired of me hitting on you? In fact, I'm pretty sure I remember you making a twist on the 'lipstick on a pig' metaphor by referring to me as 'a shaved monkey in a suit.'"

He did have a point, you've denounced his romantic advancements in the past, so it's only right that he be frustrated with these... mixed messages you're sending.

"Yyyes..." Your mind races, desperately trying to formulate some kind of argument to justify striking down the precedent you set. "B-but, upon reflection, We realize that perhaps We were... severely mistaken?" Your fangs show in the pleading smile you give. He usually likes that.

He folds his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Oh really? What changed, then?"

Oh nebula above, he's really going to make you figuratively prostrate yourself before him for his affections now, isn't he? Perhaps it serves you right.

"It is... difficult to explain. For these past few nights, We have found Ourselves immersed in vast amounts of... err... 'personal reflection,' let us call it." Yes, that sounds along the right track. "We have been so consumed with our revenge, and now that We have taken it, We have been able to simply... Observe internally what We have now, after all of this."

Anon doesn't look convinced, he shakes his head. "And? What did your search turn up that's making you reconsider how you feel towards me? That the sweet victory of yours is little more bitter than you thought it would be?"

You swallow nervously, rather out of character for yourself, but he hit the nail on the head rather well, there. Not feeling so powerful now, are you, Queen of Darkness?

"We have found... That We rule over a land that resents us, and..." You feel that awful sting you haven't truly felt in a long time, that one right in your heart. "...And that even after all this time, nopony loves Us, nor wants Us. Everyone wishes that We would just disappear back into the darkness forever." Your head droops, but no tears would fall. Enough had been shed over the last millennium, now you could properly hold them back at this point. You had more or less come to terms with the standing in this world that you would permanently hold in comparison to Celestia.

...and that you would always lose, even when you've won. It still hurt.

"Luna-," Anon unfolds his arms, looking like he wants to reach out to you, but you aren't finished yet.

"And it is just that... We share a special bond, and We may have been slightly... ignorant of it, up until recently. We did not think so highly of you when We first met, you seemed like a useful tool to thwart Celestia and Elements... In fact, We may have intended to simply abandon you in the Badlands once We had taken the throne..."

"Oh. Christ."

You admit, the thought of doing that to him now makes your stomach feel a bit queasy. "...But, you began to grow on Us. You genuinely cared for Our company, and made Us feel the joy of companionship that We have not felt in very long time."

Anon scratches his head and awkwardly looks off to the side. "A long-...? Hold on, You've had a boyfrie- er, companion before?"

You angrily roll your eyes, "YES, We have had boyfriends before!" You snarl. "It was a thousand years-..." You stop dead. No, wait, you need to do a quick mental fact-check. "It was eleven hundred-" No no, he doesn't count, that one had said he only wanted to be friends, so that would mean... "We have not had a boyfriend in one thousand, four hundred and ninety three years." Oh dear.

Anonymous visibly recoils in shock at your number while you simply look away in shame, clearing your throat. "Yes, it has been awhile since someone has treated Us the way you do."

"I'll fucking say!" He blurts, his hand on his head still bewildered by such a large number.

Recomposing yourself, you face him once again "Yes, the point is, We may have been a little... consumed with Our own goals, and We were unsure of how We truly felt about you. However, it has become much clearer as of late, in light of your gestures of devotion to Us..."

"Like helping you overthrow your sister and taking over the country."

"...Such as that, yes. We have taken your loyalty and love for granted, Anonymous, and We wish to apologize for this." Huh. That was a little easier than expected. It felt... liberating, actually, like righting a wrong.

Anon looks a little confused, flustered, even. "I won't lie, Moony, that sounds like a pretty shitty explanation for your change of heart, but, uhh... it all works out in both of our favours, so I suppose I'll buy it. So, er, apology accepted, I guess?" He shrugs. "I wasn't secretly resenting you for rejecting me or anything. I could accept that it was as simple as 'you're not interested.' I wouldn't still be hanging around with you if I didn't really value the relationship we have, after all. Er-, whatever capacity that relationship may be."

The heat goes to your face as you prepare to ask this, you feel like a nervous filly for crying out loud. "Yes, well... In light of these personal revelations, We would like to accept your invitation to courtship. That is, if you will still offer it..."

He scratches his chin as he contemplates this, his gaze hardens in scrutiny as he ponders. Stars above, is he actually uncertain about this? He could turn the tables and reject you as you did to him!

"I dunno... Now that you mention all this, you really did put me through the emotional ringer. Maybe I could be swayed with an act to affirm the sincerity of your words?"

Oh no, he can't be serious. Is he honestly asking for what you think he is asking? Well... you can't say that he's not entitled to some sort of 'emotional compensation' for how you took advantage of him, especially if you got all of Equestria out of it. It's only fair, you suppose. He is a male, and you have an idea of what males like.

"Oh, fie... You're suggesting some form of sexual bribery, aren't you? Very well, if that is what We must give to make things right with you..." You begin to turn around and lift your ethereal tail to present to Anon, but before you can turn all the way around, he places a firm hand on your flank to prevent you from doing so.

"WHOAWHOAWHOA, Luna, stop! I was JOKING!"

Uh oh, you must have offended him, you should not have assumed he would be interested in sexual intercourse at all. His culture must view it with disdain. Your heart sinks, he must not want you anymore...

"Listen... It was never about trying to get to your mare parts. I like you, alright? That didn't change when you said you weren't interested, I kept working and hanging out with you and being your friend because you were pretty good to me in return." He gently pushes your rear end back in the direction you had sent it from, bringing you back to face him. "You don't owe me some kind of 'reparation sex' or whatever the hell you were thinking. I think you're a great pony, and I'm thrilled that you've decided that you like me even more now. So yes, the invitation is still open, unconditionally."

Your heart soars in your chest as his words wash over you. "Y-you... think We are a 'great pony'...?"

"Well, to me, you are, anyways." He shrugs. "I'm pretty sure your coup and all those executions you've been doing have been pissing off the rest of the country, but... meh. Fuck 'em."

Before you even realize what you're doing, you find yourself taking Anon in a warm embrace. Wings outstretched and wrapped around his smaller form, you bury his face into the crook of your neck. He protests slightly at first, but makes himself comfortable and returns the hug. You feel that familiar sting of tears in your eyes, and you do your best to keep them back. You don't want Anon to see you any weaker than you've already made yourself appear to be.

You voice shakes just a bit as you whisper to him, "Thank you... Thank you for wanting Us..."

Savouring his touch for a little longer, you decide to take it just a little further. You break the hug only to bring your face closer to his. Emboldened by these new developments, you place your lips against his, which elicits a suppressed yelp from him, but he quickly melts further into you, enjoying the kiss. Now THIS... Oh how you've missed this feeling, your heart soaring high among the stars. This felt better than claiming your thousand year vengeance against your sister, and you didn't think anything could top that. You feel one of his hands stroking affectionately down the side of your neck His touch feels so... warm, and lovely and fulfilling. To be perfectly honest, it's really getting your motor running, so to say.

As much as it pains you, you break off your oral assault. "Anonymous... We have known each other for a sufficient amount of time now, and the both of us have taken part in some rather bonding experiences together... What do you say we... 'skip to the good part?'"

Your green-faced lover gives a look of confusion. "...The 'good part'? D-do uh... Do you mean...?"

"Ohoho!" You cast your head back, chuckling heartily, then wipe away a figurative tear from your eye. "Oh, Anonymous, dearest... If We may make this hypothetical comparison, We do not read an erotic novel for the 'immersive story', now do We?"

The look on his face let's you know that he now understands your gist. "Moony, I told you already, you don't have to do that for me."

Oh, this silly, silly boy. With all the speed of a dangerous predator, you knock Anonymous off his balance backwards, only to catch him in the clutches of your hoof. A wily grin on your face, you bring it closer to your now captured prey, giving it a sensuous smooch. "Oh, little star... We did not mean it for you, specifically..." You take a deep inhale of his scent before running your tongue upwards along the side of his face. "...We meant it for US." It appears your feminine charm has not waned too badly during your fourteen hundred-year dry spell, as he seems to be reduced to a blushing, babbling, semi-responsive mess.

It is at that moment when you look up and become painfully aware that everyone in the building is staring at you two. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you meet the gazes of every dream figure currently inhabiting the building. Seeing the look on your face, Anonymous, still swept off his feet in your grasp, tilts his head back to see what caused you to stop. Freeing himself from your grasp, he stands up straight. Everyone is staring at the two of you making out and about to engage in coitus, but don't seem perturbed at all.

"Oh, uh, they're not real, you know. Technically, they're all just figments of my psyche." He scratches his chin in realization, "In fact, that reminds me..."

Taking the free moment, Anonymous taps into the inner working of the dream world. The loose, baggy stickball uniform he is currently adorning morphs into his distinctive trademark charcoal two-piece suit with red tie. Seeing that his manipulation worked, Anon turns his attention to the gawking crowd who were hoping to get a fun show. With nothing but a squint of focus, every person in the pizzeria morphs into copies of Anon, himself. You're a little taken aback in surprise, suddenly find yourself dripping slightly in arousal in front of a crowd of Anonymouses.

The original turns back to you with a proud grin on his face. "They're basically all me, anyway. Just think of all those staring eyes as twinkling stars or something. Now, uh, where were we?" He approaches you with the intent on resuming your coupling.

"TAKE IT OFF"

"CUM INSIDE NIGHTMARE MOON!"

"LET'S SEE THAT GLORIOUS WINKING MAREPUSSY WHOO!"

"SQUEEZE THOSE MOONS"

"CAN WE SPITROAST HER?"

"My feet hurt..."

"FINISH THE JOB, JAMES. BLOW THEM ALL TO HELL."

In all honesty, you don't know how to feel about this. You want to be infuriated that these insufferable little RATS have the gall to shout such perverted comments at you... but they are all technically Anon. Well, this is a rather awkward situation, indeed.

"Anonymous, please..." you groan.

"Guhh, FINE."

With a snap of his fingers, every Anonymous in the room, apart from the one in front of you, disappears in silent puff of colourful confetti. All of the strange props lying around, as well as the tables and chairs disappear, too. The entire building is emptied out, leaving just you and Anon standing on a tacky, checker-board style floor with dim lighting. He snaps his fingers once again, and a large king-sized bed materialized from thin air just in front of the both of you.

You gasp in surprise, bringing a hoof to your chest. It even has MOON themed covers on it! This man is such a sweetheart.

With little care or finesse, you remove your helmet and chestpiece, tossing them aside to clang loudly upon their landing on the floor. You do the the same with your shoes, kicking them off in whatever direction. Giddy, you climb onto the bed and beckon for your lover.

"Our body has been neglected and starved of contact for quite some time..." You grin wickedly, licking your lips as Anon joins you, shedding his suit jacket. "...Let Us break Our fast."

Kneeling in front of you, he seems to he taking his precious time disrobing. Deciding that you've waited too long for this, your horn lights up. Taking a hold of his garments, they are torn from his body with the audible noise of fabric ripping. Finally, you witness a fully naked Anonymous for the first time, and such a primal, alien form he has... It's so odd, yet so succulent, as well. Looking downward, you spot what must be his genitalia. Odd, his testicles are like that of a stallion's, yet he has no sheath. That must mean his penis is always extended, then? Goodness, that must be very uncomfortable to live with constantly. Discovering extraterrestrial physiology is so fascinating!

Oh well, you shall grant him relief soon enough. "Excellent, first, we sha-"

You're interrupted by a sudden weight on your back, his arms reach around your barrel, and you find yourself being hugged from behind. Turning your head, you feel Anon planting a tender kiss on the side of your neck, lovingly stroking the other side with those magic fingers of his. A sultry moan escapes your lips as he continues his ministrations. Perhaps you were okay with him taking the lead on this... Yes, that sounds splendid, you feel so weary...

The fact that you've become a stationary, moaning mess completely unbefitting of a mare of your station flies completely over your head as Anon continues assaulting your neck with kisses. You weakly raise your hoof in an attempt to reach back and return the physical contact, but there's no way your joints would even allow you to reach him from his current angle, so you're not quite sure what you were hoping to accomplish. Your outstretched limp simply becomes another casualty as he gently takes it with another hand, stroking it affectionately. From your hoof, running down to your forearm, his massage further cements your submissive state. Oh how you just want to feel him touch you EVERYWHERE.

That wish may be fulfilled sooner than you think as the trail of kisses leads lower and lower. Stars above, it's been too long since you have felt a warm, wet tongue tread so close down there. You feel his hands on your sides, giving a gentle pat. Taking the hint, you roll over, exposing your slim, black belly to him. You're breathing heavily now, your barrel rising and falling as your body's sexual response cycle takes command.

Looking down, you see Anon poke his head up, taking in the sight of your exposed underside. You have to admit, you're feeling a little insecure. "I-is Our form to thy liking?"

"I could ask the same thing from YOU." He responds. You laugh at such a notion, as his strange, exotic flesh has proven to be much to your liking, especially when coupled with the sexual prowess he has been displaying thus far.

"Your body is most deliciously to our liking, Anonymous. Please..." Breathing heavy, your voice drips with need. "Make Us yours."

With nothing more than a promising smile, Anon's head lowers back down towards your nethers. A kiss on your belly makes you close your eyes and whip your head back in ecstasy, as he's certainly hitting all the right spots. Lower and lower he travels once again, but then he stops unexpectedly. Opening your eyes, you're about to look down to see what caused this unwelcome interruption...

...When you feel his fingers trace gently along your teats. "Eep!"

Those delicate strokes turn into gentle squeezes and massages as Anonymous begins to discover your twin mounds. In no time at all, you feel those soft, warm lips of his make contact with one of them. Slowly and painstakingly, he draws little lines with his tongue, the sensation drives you wild as you fight to keep from thrashing wildly in passion. It reaches its highest point when you finally feel his lips take a hold of the nipple. "Ooohhoh, An-n-om- Am-mono..." The sensation is too much as the most blissful feeling in the world comes from the light suckles you feel on your udder.

The other teat does not go neglected, as his fingers rub and play with the other nipple, but after a few more kisses and suckles, Anon makes a tactical retreat. You actually feel disappointed that he's deciding to move on. When you look down, however, you could swear that he has a look of disappointment, too, as he still stares upon your massaged teats. Could he have been expecting...? Good gracious, it's been forever since... "We are afraid that We have no nourishment to give you, Anonymous. You are roughly fifteen hundred years too late for that..."

Your voice breaks his trance. "Huh? Wait, is that really the last time you...?"

Now this could be interesting, but you suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell him. "Yes, We are afraid that We have not lactated since We nursed Our last child, which was around fifteen hundred years ago. A shame, really. Such a relaxin-"

"Whoa, you had a child?!"

You scoff and roll your eyes, a seemingly common occurrence when speaking with Anonymous. You should probably become used to doing that. "Yes, Anonymous. It may surprise you, but during Our long life, We were blessed with the gift of motherhood on several occasions. Celestia, as well."

His eyes widen at this revelation, "Oh wow, that's nuts." Your hardened gaze prompts his speedy clarification. "I-I mean, not that you having kids is nuts, but, I mean... Whoulda thunk it?"

Now that you think about it, you briefly find yourself with that familiar longing, but then you remember why exactly both you and your sister decided to stop having children. They did not share your immortality, and eventually having to bury every child you brought into the world took a toll on you. To think, your youngest child has been dead for 14 centuries now...

Oh... come now, are you truly going to let this destroy your mood now of all times? When you're about to have intercourse? Damn it all, you shouldn't have let him play with your teats like that...

"Wait a minute... This is my dream, and I have free reign over everything." Anon's voice suddenly brings you back to the world of the unconscious. You mean to question what he means by that, when the answer comes instantly.

A slight pressure begins to build beneath your udders, though not necessarily painful, is definitely uncomfortable. "Ooh, what are you doing? This is... most unpleasant!" He hushes you when you look down to see that your once tiny mounds have swollen ever so slightly. You drop your head back, and let out a groan, both in discomfort, and annoyance at the fact that he's doing this to you.

"Just lay back and relax... I'll take care of it." Once again, he lightly runs his fingers over your now swollen teats, though it's not quite the same now, they feel so sensitive and aching. Like a blast from the past, you're reminded of your last pregnancy oh so long ago.

"P-please... Anonymous..."

"Shhh... I will, I will..." He's taking his time on purpose, torturing you, that bastard. You wish he would stop cupping and squeezing them like that, it's only aggravating them more...

Finally, it happens. You give a relieved moan as his lips finally latches onto a nipple and that sweet release of pressure washes over you. Lightly, he suckles, taking in your sweet ambrosia. The aching soreness fades away, replaced by an ecstasy you haven't felt for even longer than the last time you simply had sex. Your breath steadies as you simply concentrate of the relaxing feeling of your milk passing through your udders. "Ohh... This is... this is..." You can't finish your thought, though. It's too hard.

There's a brief pause when he stops, but it doesn't take long for him to resume with the other swollen breast. Deep down, you really hope that he likes it... But of course he does, he wouldn't be drinking it so greedily if he didn't. After a few more suckles, both teats have been depleted of their creamy bounty. Your nipples were tender, it felt so marvellous, so... feminine. He is really making you feel like a mare again. Yes, you believe you'll definitely be keeping him around for some time.

"How's that for foreplay?" He quips confidently. A low, guttural moan is all you can give in response. How did he know how to get you so aroused?! It must be some mysterious alien magic...

Anon kneels over you, when you finally see it, standing at full glory is his striking symbol of masculinity... if that's indeed what is held in high regard for what constitutes 'masculinity' in his culture. For an exotic alien cock, it looks rather pleasant, actually. Admittedly it is smaller than an equine stallion's, but you'll reserve your judgment.

"So am I clear to put it in, or do you wanna keep staring at it some more?"

"Your queen orders you to RUT HER!"

He grins giddily, "As you wish..."

As his body makes its way back down onto yours, you feel his tip prod your entrance. Oh goodness, that alone feels so nice... Over a thousand years of involuntary celibacy has made you pretty eager, hasn't it? You suppress a moan as his warm, hard flesh parts your opening, sliding inwards. OH NEBULA, THAT FEELS GLORIOUS. On the brink of shouting, Anon silences any attempt by sealing your mouth with his. You will have to be satisfied with the muffled moan you give into him. Moving his hips back, you already feel the longing, the NEED. It may not be as big as a stallion's, but it still certainly hits the right spots.

Working up a rhythm, he continues pounding your dripping flower. He seems to be expending the most energy, but you simply cannot work up the strength to move, which is fine with you, oh how you could take this all day! But to your credit, you clench down upon him as much as you can. Even so many years later, you secretly pride yourself on sublime vaginal muscle control, and completely feeling every glorious inch of that thick, rock-hard piece of him leaves you a slack-jawed, moaning mess.

Oh, the indignity...

His grunts become more laboured, his breaths becoming heavier. "Lu... Luna... You nearly there?"

What? Did he say something? It's so hard to concentrate... "Y-... A-ahh... Alm- Anhh...!" You're suddenly taken by that amazing feeling of him sucking on your neck, again. How could he expect a response from you when he does this?

"I'm... just about..."

That's when your mind snaps back to life. Your great black wings try to flare, but it proves impossible for them to do so while on your back. Your body clamps around his, as if spring-loaded "YES! YES!! INSIDE! CLAIM US!" With your limit reached, the dam breaks and orgasmic energy rushes through your entire body. Any other time, you would regret and apologize for unleashing the Royal Canterlot Voice directly into Anon's ear, but not now.

You clamp down hard upon him, your marehood creating a seal to milk his cock for all of the seed it would give. His groans signal his own release, and sure enough, you can feel him pulse and twitch inside of you. You let out another blissful moan, the feeling of his sperm filling your womb making you feel like a new mare.

Still holding each other tight, it seems that neither of you want to let the other go, and you certainly wanted to keep his softening member still within you. Despite your heaving chest trying to regain your breath, you take hold of Anon's head with your hooves one more time and bring him close for another deep kiss. He gives no protest as he lets your dominating tongue into his orifice. Drinking deep of his flavour one last time, you break it off, content with simply holding him close as he rests on top of you

"Oh Anonymous... That was... magnificent... We could just fall asleep like this."

A moment passes before he breaks the silence. "But... We are."

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Your eyelids are heavy as you struggle slightly to open them, returning to the realm of the fully-conscious.

You are Anonymous, and you had a pretty good day's sleep. That's no strange feeling, though, since you've gotten used to sleeping in all day long before you came to Equestria. In fact, you feel surprisingly recharged, you're not sure why, though.

Summoning that initial burst of strength to get you started on your night, you heave yourself up off the bed... and are immediately frozen in shock at the slimy feeling of goo rubbing against your junk. Sure enough, the stain on the front of your undies says it all

"God fucking damn it!"

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After a quick evening shower, the spunked pair of underwear finds a home in the nearest laundry pile. Brushing your teeth and clothing yourself with a fresh suit, you're ready to take on a resentful world with a kind of mood that says 'hey world, I'm the guy who helped banish the princess you loved so dearly! Have a great night!' And they said you'd never amount to anything. Ha, now who's laughing?

You can't shake this chipper feeling you've got right now, not that you're complaining. You still can't put your finger on why, though. It doesn't really matter, you suppose. There's nothing quite like the feeling that tonight's just going to be great. "Speaking of grrrrreat, time to get me some cereal!"

A trip to the royal kitchen reveals it to be empty of anyone else. Do the kitchen take off early on Friday night or something? That's okay, you can help yourself. With a spring in your step, you grab yourself a bowl, some milk, and box of Powerballs© cereal (Now with more Power©!).

Just as you sit down and start to enjoy your sugary breakfast-for-supper, the Lady of the Night strolls in with an uncharacteristic smile on her face. "The sun sets, and so begins the darkness and silence of the night!"

"What a thrill."

"Good evening to you, Anonymous~!" Her step is so light, she practically dances over next to you. Wow, she seems to be in a pretty good mood, too. Today must have been a good day for sleeping all around.

"Evenin' Luney Lune. What's got you feeling so moony?"

Her smile immediately drops, but she keeps her gaze locked with yours. "Do... do you not remember?"

You pause mid-bite, looking off to the side. "Uhhh... Remember what?" Oh shit, looks like you may have forgotten something important, and that look she's giving you tells you that's not the answer she was looking for.

She takes a second to recompose herself, blinking hard in disbelief. "*ahem*, Does thou not remember any... peculiar dreams thou may have had today?" You continue to chew, thinking hard on this. "Any... strange... enlightening... RAUNCHY dreams...?" She leans in, drilling into your skull with her eyes while you remain oblivious.

You ponder some more, before shrugging. "Nope, can't say that I do."

She's still giving that dreadful stare, and you think she may have shut down... but you really don't know what she's talking about. "See, that's the funny thing about dreams, you almost always forget what they were about as soon as you wake up-" A quiet splash interrupts you. "Uh... Luna? I'd kinda like to eat my breakfast, could you please take your face out of it?"

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