Morel Lunatics

Chapter 2

Something slightly shook the bed, and I quietly woke up. Luna was muttering angrily at the game over screen, she must have died. I almost went right back to sleep, but I saw the stars in her tail and watched them for a bit. They seemed to form constellations, and had nebula backdrops. Her smokey hair wasn't just dark blue, there were shades of purple, red, green and pink in there for the stars to float in.

I watched it for a while, finding constellations and nebulae, mapping what I could. It seemed a futile task, every time it flickered in the invisible wind, the stars moved slightly. I was staring at a dark purple and pink nebula when her tail was blown about again. Oddly, the nebula stayed in one spot as the tail moved about. My sleepy and blurry eyes lazily focused on that one strange spot. Another invisible breeze blew, and her mane and tail shifted up towards the ceiling.

I was left staring at what I thought had been another nebula. I was wrong. It was a clear and very obvious reminder that while Luna was not human, she was, in fact, female. I gulped as the image of her bits burned into my brain. She was very female indeed.

I'd like to point out right now that I'm seventeen. I'd never been laid, didn't have a lot of pornography, and had never seen a woman naked in real life. I'm not attracted to animals or anything like that, but after spending all day humanizing Luna, I was very confused by what I saw. That thing was hers. It was the pussy of a girl I'd just spent all day hanging out with.

My brain fought with itself, and I grew hot under the covers. I wasn't going to get back to sleep anytime soon. I glanced forward at the rest of Luna, terrified she was watching me. She was still 100% focused on the boss fight she was stuck on. I glanced back at her exposed pussy. Above it was a tight ring for an asshole, and above that a pointy bit of flesh that sprouted into her tail. There was a space between her pucker and pussy, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was as soft as the rest of her.

My vision was blocked by her tail again, and the spell was mostly broken. I felt guilty. It felt like I was betraying her. Then I remembered that she was using me for my video games, it wasn't betrayal. She wasn't my friend or anything. I thought about it while gazing into her stars, unsure if I wanted them to move out of the way or not. Looking didn't hurt anyone. Maybe she'd be flattered. She wasn't even human. Questions assaulted my mind. What was wrong with me? Would she even care at all if I was looking? Did I care if she cared?

I glanced at her face as she focused on beating the boss. Maybe if I asked her to, she would sit like that more often. I warmed at the thought. Maybe she'd let me touch her. My erection grew painfully stiff in my boxers as I imagined running my hands across her soft fuzzy skin as she played the game. Maybe she'd appreciate if I just came out and said, "You're using me. I get to use you too." She might agree to that. Maybe she'd let me do more than touch her.

Maybe she'd let me fuck her.

My body heated as I imagined pumping my cock into her big sloppy pussy. We could make a game of it. Every time she died, I'd get a minute or two to do what I want. In my fantasy, she was soaking wet, her pussy an absolute mess as I felt it press against my loins. I'd grab her by the horn and her neck, feeling down the length of them both as I nibbled on her ear.

The worst part was that I could rationalize this. I had convinced myself that I could convince her. It could be reality, a reality only moments away. My erect cock was rock hard in my boxers and my heart was thumping wildly. I’d never before been so close to sex, and it was doing strange things to my body and mind.

The stars floated away, and I was greeted with the sight I'd been fantasizing about. I soaked it in, and wondered what it tasted like. I realized that I could get away with touching her right then. No conversations, no waiting. I could say I moved in my sleep. I could test the waters that way. I could spread the dark blue and get the pink to show. Maybe I could slip my finger in. Maybe I could use that to breach the subject, claiming it felt nice and I wanted more of her. Maybe she’s let me.

I almost did it, actually. She had called us both pricks earlier, I'd just be proving her right by doing what I wanted and disrespecting her space. I could even quote her on it. But as I was working up the courage, she finally died to the boss. She shook angrily, and I saw little lightning bolts run through her nebulous hair. A dark and terrifying miasma covered the room briefly, and then it was gone as she took a deep breath and reloaded her game.

Angry Luna terrified me. I needed to remember that. I'd gotten her angry earlier today, but she could do things I didn't understand. I needed to know more about her before I attempted anything weird like that. And I knew it was weird. I rolled over to look away from her "not so secret" secrets. I needed to sleep and think about things. I realized that things would be awkward tomorrow. Maybe I'd be lucky and she'd be gone.

Worries swarmed my mind. Was I different now? Had she done something to me? Maybe she cast a spell on me. I'd never felt like this before. I'd never been that close to doing something like that. I'd never had the opportunity before. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was immoral, but in that moment I hadn't cared. Maybe it was hormones. Maybe I was just a bad person. I wasn't as worried about that one as much as I should have been. It seemed the most natural.

I had some pretty weird dreams that night, an angry dark Luna, some soft and wonderful sensations, and Kirby kicking the crap out of a strangely erotic nebula. Dreams are strange.

I woke up to Luna in exactly the same position. I glanced once at her tail, and then shook my head clear of the dreams and bad thoughts. I was too tired for this shit, and I wasn't going to wait around for the ethereal wind to blow me a good view.

Sunlight streamed through the window, and I crawled out of bed and closed the drapes. Luna paused the game, turned to me, and smiled. "Thank you. That was bothering me."

I just looked at her groggily and then glanced at the clock. Ten thirty. That was probably enough sleep.

"Mhm." I grunted. I needed a shower.

Luna unpaused the game and went back to marching through a field and fighting monsters, seemingly ignoring me again.

I stumbled across the room, brushing into her mane as it floated lazily. It's soft sliding touch reminded me of a dream I had, and I blushed. I realized that I had probably felt it on my face while I slept, and that's why I had some of the weird dreams. I suddenly needed my shower immediately.

I quickly left the room and loudly shut the door to the bathroom. I needed to take care of something. Turning on the hot water, I dropped my boxers and hopped into the shower. I didn't waste any time at all, my hands snaked down my abdomen and gripped lightly around my stiffening dick.

I imagined her laying in my bed, facing forward and playing her game. Just like she was doing right now. My hand teased the tip of my cock as I saw her pussy in my mind, and I imagined what it felt like—soft and warm.

I'd touch it, rubbing it up and down just like I was doing to my cock. I'd warm her up first. Her pussy would start to drip, and her face would flush as she'd turn back to me and beg me to keep going. The game pad would drop on the bed next to us as her character was killed on the game, forsaken and forgotten.

I thrust into her imaginary pussy, squeezing my cock with my hand as I tried to make it feel like I was fucking her. The hot water in the shower cascaded over my body as I leaned over for support, pretending to climb over her prone body. I'd be on top of her, feeling her around my length. She'd moan my name, and I'd nibble on her ear.

My hand got more frantic, my throbbing cock swelling with vigor as I imagined what I'd do to her. I'd make her beg for me, and then I'd fuck her asshole. It would be tight. I squeezed my length, imagining her dark purple flesh swallowing my cock hungrily and her squeal of delight as I'd bottom out inside of her. My balls would slap against her pussy with each thrust. I'd make her cum.

I began to play with my hanging sack as I masturbated. She'd scream when she came, not that loud commanding tone, but a high pitched squeal of pleasure. I'd called her a bitch before, this time I'd make her say it on her own. I'd make her call herself a bitch, and something in her old timey language. Cur or something.

I smiled as I felt myself getting close. Harlot was a much more appropriate word. It was old, and meant whore. It was accurate for what I was going to to do to her. I stroked my cock harder, slapping my hand down the base and squeezing lightly. I felt it coming up, the milky white fluid that would stain her beautiful fur. I'd paint her white. I'd cover her face with my cum, and then cum inside her pussy. She'd be mine, covered in my primal essence, wet and begging.

When I came, I wasn't imagining her wet quivering pussy. I was imagining her face, flushed red with need and stained with my seed. Begging desperately for more and dripping with a mixture of drool and cum as those giant blue eyes fluttered in ecstasy at my touch.

I pressed hard and squeezed, milking the first spurt out of my dick as it sprayed into her imaginary pussy. I pumped again. The next squirt was in her asshole, making it drip. I groaned as I forced the last strong spurt into her open and waiting mouth, imagining her sloshing it around with her tongue and slowly swallowing it for my pleasure.

I stayed a few minutes like that, my hand grasping my tingling and softening dick as I caught my breath. That had been intense. I watched my spent slime slowly ooze across the shower floor to the drain. I decided then that I would have her.

The only question was "how?"

I needed to test the waters first and see what I could get away with. I dried myself in the shower, and then steeled myself. I would go to my room naked and judge her response. That would be easy enough.

Hanging up the towel, I gathered my courage at the door. I knew the house would be empty except for us. At least for a week. And our land was big enough that we didn't really have neighbors. We lived out on ten hectares in the middle of nowhere. There was a gardening team that showed up once a week, and the pool boy sure as hell wasn't going to stop by. Steeling my resolve, I walked out of the bathroom completely and utterly nude.

I'd spent plenty of time wandering around my room naked, but not the rest of the house. It was strangely liberating. When I reached my room, Luna didn't even appear to notice. She simpley continued to play her game. She was fairly early in it still, she hadn't been very successful last night on one of the easier bosses.

I walked cautiously in her field of vision, and then walked across it to hop on the bed with her. She sniffed. "You smell clean and refreshed. I shall have to try your bath at some point. I am well enough for now though."

"I see..." Okay. So she didn't notice or care that I was naked. I'd guessed as much, but hadn't been completely sure. I was surprised about her smell comment. Did she have a more sensitive nose than I did? My stomach grumbled, and I put that thought on hold. "I'm getting hungry, how do you feel about pancakes?"

She paused the game, and then turned to stare at me with wide eyes. "I feel very well about pancakes."

"Great. I'll go whip up a batch. How many would you like?"

"Thirty. No... Forty. With syrup!" She was very excited. I'd have to get started right away-

Wait. Did she just say forty pancakes? "I uhh... probably can't make that many pancakes."

She looked disappointed. "Very well. I shall accept no less than twenty though!" She turned her head and went back to the game.

Twenty? "Look, Luna. I'm not making twenty pancakes. I don't know how much pancake batter we have, but I'm only gonna eat two. I''ll make you as many as I can, but you're going to have to deal with less."

Luna paused the game and looked at me confused. "Only two? But you'll starve!"

I looked at her deadpan, and then gestured down to my body. "I'll be fine. Two is a lot for me. If you really need so many pancakes, then come downstairs and help me make them. I'm trying to be less formal, and less formal means I don't necessarily cook for you unless I want to."

She looked at me and then back at the game. "But my companion has been slain by a vile rapscallion! She was tending to the flowers when he skewered her! I must avenge her!" Luna gave me big puppy dog eyes.

I sighed. "Fine... But you owe me something. I'll make as many as I can. With Syrup."

"Huzzah!"

I left her as she played the game, her attention focused on it completely. As I walked down the stairs I tried to come up with a good trade for the pancakes. I was looking for something to forward my goal of seducing her. I couldn't be too forward, I'm sure she had some limit, and I didn't want to cross it quite yet.

I put on an apron in order to not get burnt while I cooked. Cooking naked was oddly satisfying, I decided to do it again some time. While I made pancake after pancake, I brainstormed. I could ask for a kiss. I could ask for a touch. A lick? Would she trade a breakfast for a desert? I flushed as my mind ran wild. Maybe I should just ask questions. I could get more information that way.

At about the fifteenth pancake, I noticed a painting that my mother had bought back when she was trying to make this house home. Before everything had shat all over our family. It was a cowboy.

I smiled at the evil thought. Maybe I'd ask to be a cowboy for a while. I could even use the picture to convince her.

I eventually managed to make twenty three slightly malformed pancakes. It surprised me that we had that much batter. I took two for myself and stacked the other twenty one into a giant tower that I drizzled syrup over. I thought it was quite impressive.

Carefully, I brought the glorious pancake stack upstairs, making sure not to drop the heavy thing. When I walked into the room with it, Luna instantly paused her game and plucked the plate from my grasp with her invisible hands as though it weighed nothing.

She appraised it carefully and sniffed it before smiling. "You've done well! You shall indeed receive a boon for this wondrous gift. Be glad."

"Uh sure. I'm gonna grab mine now. I'll be right back." Luna was beginning to drool as she eyed the pancakes hungrily. I left to go downstairs and grab my much shorter stack. I realized that I had forgotten silverware for her, so I grabbed an extra fork and knife as well.

When I got back up, she was licking her plate clean. I stared as she continued to lick the now empty plate. I couldn't take me eyes off her long, wide sticky tongue. "Umm... I brought silverware?"

She glanced back up, and then licked her lips. "Thank you, but that is unnecessary. I have broken my fast unceremoniously. Here is your plate." She floated the plate over to me, and I slid it under mine. It was still slightly damp in my hands. I gulped.

She turned to the game again and sighed contentedly as she unpaused it and continued to play. I sat next to her, cross legged and naked with a plate full of pancake covering my crotch. I slowly ate with my knife and fork, an erection fighting to rise under the plates as I thought about her tongue.

There was a cool kiss on the tip of my penis as it touched the bottom plate. The one Luna had licked. The one that was still damp. I swallowed a mouth full of pancake as I realized that her spit was on my dick.

I glanced at her, and down at the pancakes covering my erection. I didn't know what to do. I still had a pancake left, and I wasn't hungry anymore. Once the plates were empty, I'd have to get up and walk down the stairs, across her field of vision, with an erection.

I was going to press the boundaries at some point, But I was hoping to push it off longer. She distracted me with a statement. "The bargain entailed that I remind you of mortality."

"Uh... right. So I guess... what's up with that? What do you mean mortal?" I was glad to have a distraction as I tried very hard not to think about my raging boner.

Luna was still very focused on her game as she spoke, "I make the distinction for a very simple reason. It is the most significant way in which you and I differ."

What did that mean? "So you are telling me, that more than being an 'alicorn' or whatever you are, more than being a chick, and more than being from a different dimension, you are also unable to die? And that's more important than the rest of those things?"

"Yes. Although, I am not a fowl." I had no idea what was she talking about. "And I am not 'unable' to die as you put it. I am simply incredibly old and will never die of old age. I suppose I am also immensely hard to kill, being a goddess and all."

That last bit sunk in after a moment. "A goddess?” Now she was just fucking with me, “Really?"

"Yes. My domain is the night and dreams. I bring peace to sleeping ponies." She glanced at me knowingly. "Or other creatures that may need it." She looked back to the screen. "I can fight the nightmares on their own dreamscapes. I'm quite well practiced at it." She sounded confident.

Suddenly, all the magic was slightly more believable. "So.. If you're a goddess, you must be here for more than video games." I looked down at the plate and pancake. Was it something about me?

"In a way." She sighed. "I got tired of ponies being scared of me and wanted a vacation. One of my fellow goddesses travels dimensions quite frequently and recommended I give it a go. She helped me devise a spell that targets video games. This dimension seemed quite plentiful in that regard, and then I just let the spell take me to the nearest large and available collection."

I was just an accessory for her video game binge. I continued staring at the pancake. And apparently her cook as well. I felt incredibly less guilty about my hidden motives.

Keeping my head down, I decided I wanted to know more, "So... what now?"

"I continue my vacation! I would say it has been quite successful so far. I am most pleased with this 'Final Fantasy.' It is a shame that it is the last of a series." She smiled as she kept playing.

I sighed. "Actually it's just one in a series. I mean, they're each mostly unrelated so it doesn't matter what order you play them in. I have them all in here, but it would probably take you a month or more to play through them all."

"Then I shall spend a month or more finishing!” She sounded oddly excited, “What other titles would you recommend here? So far your taste has been exquisite. The 'Super Smash Brothers' yesterday was invigorating, and I find this a charming and engaging adventure tale."

"Uhh... A month? That's a long time, Luna." She got flustered when I said her name. I suppose it was the first time I said it.

"Well.. perhaps to you. You are a mortal. How many moons is a month by the way?" Her eyes glanced questioningly from the game to me.

I thought about it. I wasn’t sure what she meant, "If you mean nights, then about thirty. If you mean for a lunar cycle, then about one."

"I see. Than I shall have no difficulty with the time. Princess Twilight has promised to oversee my duties while I am absent, and we discussed much longer time lines. I shall be fine." She smiled at me attempting to assuage my concern.

"Luna... " She blushed a bit when I said her name, making as though to interrupt me, but then deciding not to. "A month is a long time for me. I'm not sure..."

"Oh! I didn't realize... that is was like that." She paused her game. "If you don't wish me to stay, I shall leave." She looked down, avoiding my gaze.

I threw up my hands in quick panic, "It's not that! I'm just... well... My parents will prob... might be home by then." I decided to be realistic. Odds were I wouldn't see them all summer. I'd be lucky to get more than the scheduled checkup phone call.

"Your parents?" She looked confused.

"Yes. My parents." I re-iterated.

"And... how old are you again, exactly?" She seemed concerned.

"Seventeen." I thought about lying to her, but figured it was probably better not to. "And how old are you?"

"Several hundred times older than you." She shrugged. "Really it’s likely a few orders of magnitude more than that. But who can tell?"

That was insane. "Wait. How can you be that old? How would you stay sane? How do you not know exactly?"

She shrugged again."It's the same answer really. I can only remember the last thousand years or so fairly well. Past that it's kind of blurry. The farther back I go, the harder it is to remember. I've found entire civilizations in ruins and don't remember them at all. And yet they have statues of me as a figurehead of some sort." She shook her head. "But that's not important right now. If you are seventeen, and alone, yet worried about your parents, when are you considered mature? Are your parents being criminal, leaving you alone? Do I need to act as a guardian until their return?" She eyed me critically.

"Naa...Pshh... When I turn eighteen next month I'll be an adult. I can move out if I want to then. It's no big deal if I'm alone or whatever now." I tried to blow it off.

"I see... Well, I suppose I'm functionally only a few decades older. My last thousand years had a very large stretch of unpleasantness that I'd much rather not think about. I've only got just over thirty years of good usable memories right now.." Luna thoughtfully tilted her head, "I'm a little out of sorts, really. It's difficult to remember what speech to use. I know so much more than I can apply, if that makes any sense at all."

That was a lot to take in. I wasn’t sure I understood, but I tried to, "In a strange way, I can sort of see it. Is that why you freak out a little and start yelling every once in a while?"

She glared at me, "We do not yell. We emphasize." I could see her eyes begin to darken.

"You're about to do it again." I smirked at her.

"Fine. Yes. That is why we occasionally are louder than is necessary." She rolled her eyes in exasperation, and they melted back to normal.

"So that's how it is huh? You're some kind of ancient goddess of darkness and dreams hanging out in my room just playing video games." A terrible thought graced my mind, "Wait... If you're a goddess of dreams, did you see mine last night?"

"Neigh. You bargained against my power when it was offered. I do not understand why. Your sleep was fitful and troubled. I could have eased it." She sounded frustrated.

Blushing, I played it cool. "Naa... Thanks though."

She eyed me suspiciously and then glanced downward at my lap. I watched her eyes glaze over, and a longing form on her face. As I watched the desire plain in her gaze, my erection came back with a vengeance. She stared down at my lap. I gulped. My very naked lap, covered with only a plate.

She was almost drooling. "Are you going to eat that?"

And apparently a pancake. I glanced down, and saw the target of her sudden longing.

"It's going to go cold soon. The syrup gets hard then. Can I have it?' She leaned forward, getting closer to the pancake.

"Have at it. I'm not hungry." I was almost disappointed. Almost.

She levitated the pancake off the plate and rolled it up into a giant cigar shape. She then leaned her neck back and opened her mouth with her tongue hanging out as the rolled pancake slid into her mouth. The entire thing, all at once. I think some of it went down her throat before she even closed her mouth. I stared open mouth as she calmly swallowed the whole thing without chewing. One big gulp and my innocence was gone as quickly as that pancake.

I now knew how she ate the twenty one pancakes in the short time I left her alone. In twenty one bites. That meant she could easily fit my length into her mouth. And suddenly all I could think about was her gaping, drooling, maw. I shuddered at the imagined sensation.

"And the plate? May I have that as well?" She greedily licked her lips.

I numbly handed her the top plate, leaving the bottom one over my now drooling penis. She wasn't acting regal or graceful at all. She sloppily licked the syrup off the plate, dragging her long hot tongue across the thick maple and smearing across the dish it as she lapped the sweet amber sauce up. She was clearly dedicated to her syrup.

I couldn't look away.

She noticed my staring, and sheepishly put the plate down mid lick. "I apologize for my barbarism, but this syrup is simply marvelous."

I recovered quickly, "Well, this is Canada. We do syrup pretty well." I was speaking on auto pilot, just watching her talk was mesmerizing now that I knew what that mouth could.

"I shall testify to that!" She was quite earnest in her reply. Then she licked her lips, making sure to clean the remaining syrup off.

"I'll... make sure to pick up some more this afternoon. I'll have to do some serious shopping. I didn't realize you ate quite so much." I shook my head, trying to wring the thoughts out my ears. Bad thoughts.

She laughed at that. "You think it is I with the healthy appetite? You should dine with my sister. She consumes a small banquet every dawn." Then she leaned in conspiratorially and looked quickly left and right, "And truth be told it shows! She is so much more soft around the middle than she once was!"

I awkwardly smiled back. "Well... you sure don't look soft in the middle. You seem quite... toned?" I mentally kicked myself. I was not going to win any awards for being smooth.

Luna smiled happily and stood up from the bed. "I am quite desirable am I not? A true image of perfection and beauty." She stretched, careful to casually display her physique to me. She certainly was proud. I glanced her up and down, and determined that she might have every right to be proud. I had no idea what an alicorn should look like.

I shrugged, "I guess so."

She stopped her parading and looked at me. "You guess so? Here I am in all my glory, and you can only guess? You must be blind." She snorted angrily.

"Luna." She again made to speak, and stopped herself. "I don't know what alicorns are supposed to look like. You're the only one I've seen."

"Oh. Right." She looked down and lightly kicked her front hoof.

"Why do you do that when I say your name?" I'd seen her nearly interrupt me three times now.

"What do you mean?" She looked at me quizzically.

"Luna." I saw her scrunch up her face briefly. “Like that."

She furrowed her brow, “We knoweth not what thou art asking."

I highly doubted that. "Really?" So I said it again. "Luna. Luna!" She loked frustrated. "Luna! LUNA!" I walked towards her and got louder as I chanted her name over and over and stared her down.

As I approached, she finally cracked as she shouted back at me and took a step away, "Wherefore doth thee fleer us so?" She actually sounded kind of pathetic when she said that. I felt kind of bad. I still didn’t know what it meant, though.

So I stopped when she spoke. "I didn't catch that."

She glared at me. "I don't... I'm not used to it."

Now that was confusing. She’d introduced herself as Luna. Why do that I that’s not what you want to be called? "Not used to your name?"

"Indeed. t's embarassing." She was cute when she pouted, "Most call us Princess Luna. Some call us dark and forbidden things. My sister calls me many nicknames, or usually just 'Sister'. None call me simply Luna." She looked around nervously, as though this was a prank.

"Well, 'one' does.” I gestured to myself, “You said you wanted no formalities. I don't care what you are back home, here, you're simply Luna. That's what I'm calling you."

"I see." She sighed. "I did request this of thee. I suppose I hadn't thought it entirely through."

"Do you regret saying that?" I raised my eyebrow. Her request had just caused confusion for us both by then.

"No!" She was adamant enough.

"Then stay 'Luna.'" I watched her scrunch her face. This time it looked closer to a smile.

"Oh... Fie upon thee." She muttered first, then spoke, "Fine. I shall stay simply Luna."

"Are you cursing at me again? I can't tell."

"T's no such thing as a curse." She looked confused at me again.

"Right... So about your plan. What are you going to do?" I still needed to know what she was planning.

"Well, if I can not stay when your parents return, I shall have to take my leave.” She paused for a moment and then added, “We shan't impose upon thee." Her voice got quiet and she looked at the TV longingly.

I tried to clarify the situation, "I didn't say that, I'm just not sure what they'll think. We can ask when they get back, if you still want to stick around."

"Then we shall ask! My plans will be fluid!" She perked up at that.

"Right. It's settled then. You can hang out here and play video games. I'll need to pick up some more food later today, do you need dinner?" I sure as hell was going to.

She announced, "My meal is usually the break of my fast. I need not eat other than mornings, and even then t's a luxury." It kind of felt like she was making some sort of decree.

"Right...” I’d put up with the weird for now. She was entertaining enough to be worth it, “More pancake mix, then. And maybe some toppings for waffles."

"Waffles! The little squares hold much more syrup in them!" Her eyes glossed over as she began to drool again.

"And syrup of, course. We're gonna need more syrup." She ignored me to continue drooling over her waffle fantasy. "Much more syrup." I had my own sticky fantasies.