Morel Lunatics

Chapter 8

My three in the morning breakfast of waffles wasn’t as awkward as I had imagined it would be. Luna actually cooked, moving with a spring in her step I hadn’t seen before. She seemed happier. I instructed her on how the waffle iron worked, and she did the rest with her magic. Watching the ingredients dance around her head and randomly mash together to mix was surreal to say the least.

We ate more slowly this time. She would rip a corner of her waffle off with magic, dip it in a bowl of syrup, and then swallow it whole. The process took much longer for her to eat a single waffle than before with the pancakes. I watched her eat as I carefully cut up my two waffles and poured some syrup on them.

She noticed me watching, and rolled up a single uncut waffle with a smirk. Slowly, she dipped the whole thing in the bowl, making it dripping wet, and then leaned her head back and inserted the entire waffle into her mouth at once. She closed her mouth, and I dropped my fork when she opened back up and pulled the waffle back out, this time with much less syrup on it. Winking, she shoved it all down again, and swallowed, quickly followed by a satisfied smile.

I was hard again, under the table, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

Luna spoke like a predator, “I am beginning to understand exactly what I am doing to you. And it pleases me. Of course, if you’d like me to stop,” I felt a warm tingle on my erect member, “Simply say so.” She began to slowly and carefully jerk me off under the table with her magic.

My face flushed as I considered what kind of monster I’d unleashed. I didn’t want her to stop, so I pretended to ignore her and tried to lift a waffle chunk to my mouth. Her warm and gentle thrusting was incredibly distracting, and I dropped the fork. I silently begged her to keep going as my aching cock throbbed in her grasp.

She grinned wickedly at me, an imposingly sharp tooth jutting from her mouth as she spoke, “You are simply adorable when you are flustered like this. Perhaps asking me to touch you everywhere may have been a mistake? My own desires may be different from yours.”

I groaned as she used me under the table. I couldn’t stop her and I didn’t want to, so I endured. I leaned back in my chair and locked eyes with her longingly as she continued to tease me. She was treating me like a plaything, and I didn’t know if I liked it or not. All I knew was that I didn’t want it to stop.

Luna’s eyes darkened as she stared at me, all while stroking my cock, “You are so innocent and yet so guilty. I may do what I wish with you and feel no guilt, for you deserve any punishment I give you. And what makes it delicious is your naivete. It is charming.” Her tooth began to grow into a fang.

Something bothered me about the tone of her voice, but I was too caught up in her grasp to care.

The darkness in her eyes began to leak out like smoke, tinting her face in a cruel light, “We shall share with thee all the dark secrets of pleasure that we know. We shall trace them upon thy skin, and etch them into thy soul.” The stars in her mane began to disappear, leaving her framed by the void, “Thou shalt become our pet incubus. We shall corrupt thee.” Her magic grew stronger, squeezing my cock tighter, and making me moan.

As I approached my orgasm, I finally realized what she said. And I knew why it was wrong. “Wait! Stop!”

Luna frowned and broke her spell, the angry fang disappearing as her stars returned. I can only assume she heard the panic in my voice. When I opened my eyes, she looked normal again.

“Art thee well? Dids’t we hurt thee?” She sounded concerned.

I took a moment, catching my breath and edging down. I had been right about to cum, and I was still throbbing hard as I gulped for air. “We need to talk.”

Luna spoke quickly, her voice apologetic, “Are we moving too fast? It was very quick. We shall slow down. We are sorry. This happens frequently for us.” She added more after a thought, and this time it felt like more like an excuse and less like a reason, “We have not yet adjusted to modern standards.”

“No.. I mean, yes, but no. Maybe?” She was moving fast, probably too fast. But truth be told, I kind of liked that part.

Luna looked sad, “What dos’t thou mean?”

“Luna. We have to talk about this.” I gestured to myself and her, and the table full of waffles.

She looked confused. “Did we take too many?”

I rolled my eyes. “No. I mean ‘us’. We need to talk about us. You know what I want, I told you. I need to know what you want.”

She spoke quickly, eager to appease me, “We wish to have fun. And relax with thee. That is our desire.”

I guess I needed to ask directly, “Not to turn me into some sort of sex demon?”

Luna looked at me incredulously, “What?”

“You just said that you’d teach me all your “dark secrets of pleasure” and turn me into an incubus.” I pinched my fingers together and drew out my words, “That sounds like a little more than just relaxing and having fun.”

Luna’s eyes got wide and fearful. “We… We dids’t not say such things!” She defended herself, but she didn’t sound sure.

I put my hand back on the table, and drew the point home, “Yes, you did. It was after your fangs grew and your stars faded. You were starting to look like you do when you’re angry, but you weren’t angry.” Maybe she had been, I wasn’t completely sure what she thought after all, “I think.”

She shouted back, slamming her hoof on the table suddenly, “Thee lie!”

I pounded my fist into the table, too. “I do not!” We stared at each other for a moment, then I angrily continued, “Why would I lie to you? Why the fuck would I make that up?” Like hell would I let her accuse me of lying.

She paused at that, and her worry grew. She stayed quiet for a moment, and then took a breath. “Then I truly must leave. Something bad will happen if I stay. I am sorry.”

No way was I just going to let her run away, “No. No ‘Sorry goodbye.’ We are going to talk about this. You want to treat me like an adult, then do it. Don’t just run away without even an explanation.” I found myself pointing at her in frustration.

Luna looked away from me, “I.. think it best to leave.”

“I don’t fucking care about ‘best.’ Everything everywhere is fucked up already.” I looked at her pleadingly. “Just talk to me, please. Right now that’s my desire. Will you grant it?”

“...Fine. It is granted.” she deflated, sinking towards the floor.

I was sick of her vague threats of bad things. I wanted to know exactly what was going on, “Why do you think you have to leave? Why now as opposed to later?”

She was pouting on the floor, “What you heard was likely not me.”

I pushed, “What does that mean?”

Luna continued to mope, “You feel as though you have a monster inside, a demon of rage correct?”

“Yeah...” I didn’t like to think about it too much, but I’d grown to accept it over the years. The other me was angry, and violent. I didn’t like dealing with him.

Luna was both sad and fearful as she responded, “I actually do.”

I looked at her concerned.

She sniffled as her eyes grew misty with tears, “T’s our thousand years that we wish to not think of. A thousand years of rage and hate, memories that we do not recall. They want nothing but to destroy, so we keep them sealed.” She blinked, and the tears fell.

I thought about that. “So you have like 30 ish years of good memories, right? You said that before?”

She nodded in affirmation, “About that in good usable memories. There are ancient events, and strong emotions that we remember. The banishment of Discord and Sombra, the joining of the tribes, perhaps our first lover and many more after. But for our regular life, yes. About thirty is accurate enough.”

I was trying to work with all the information she gave me, so I talked through it, “And normally you have a little over a thousand, right?”

“Yes.”

“So that makes you,” The math was easy, “three percent of you.”

Luna sounded really hurt by what I said, crying into her hooves, “We are diminished!” She calmed down quickly enough and sniffled, “T’s true...”

I thought about it. It was sad, honestly. To only be a small part of what you should be, and to know it. No wonder she was so concerned about what her people thought of her.

I had to know why she kept it away. If it was that much of her, it was more than just rage that she was holding back. It was probably entire bits of her personality. Memories and other things that she’d need. “Why is it such a big deal if it gets out?”

Luna looked at me as though I was an idiot, “In the span of a moment she threatened to turn thee into a demon! She is dangerous!”

It was true. Was she the same creature that drove her rage? But that didn’t fit with the advice she’d given me earlier. That sometimes we hurt others. I paled as I realized that Luna hadn’t chosen herself. She had chosen a small fraction of herself that would make others happy. She had chosen everybody else except for her. The rest of her was abandoned. I didn’t know whether to be angry or sad.

I needed to know more, “So?”

Luna continued to act incredulous, “So? So she would destroy Equestria!”

“Would you let her?” I didn’t think it would. If it was that much of her, it might be angry, but I didn’t think it was rage. It was probably much more than simply rage.

Luna’s voice became icy, “We’d stop her if we could. By any means necessary.”

I had already witnessed this, “You had no problem stopping her when I asked you to.”

She didn’t have a response, instead her face was unreadable as she blankly stared back, “...”

“I think you’re afraid of her.” I began to realize what had truly happened. The other her was dangerous, sure, but it was still her. She just didn’t want it to be.

“We are.” She looked at me in earnest, her eyes wide and honest, “T’s a worthy fear.”

I pushed, “If she’s a demon of rage, then why did she want to keep me as a pet?”

Luna scoffed, “For some sick pleasure, surely.”

If she was truly rage, she’d have lashed out and destroyed me. I knew rage intimately, and whatever she was, she wasn’t rage, “She threatened to corrupt me and keep me. I think she didn’t want to destroy me. I think… I think she’s lonely.” I knew what made my demon tick. Maybe hers was similar?

Luna looked at me with large sad eyes, “Then she shall stay lonely.”

“You realize that ‘she’ is you, right?” This was unacceptable.

I walked around the table to get closer to her. I’d been thinking. I actually didn’t mind. I didn’t have anything else going for me, I had no friends, no family, and nothing left to live for. I could live for her. The one creature that needed me. If it meant appeasing her demon, I’d let her change me.

Luna looked downcast as I approached her. “We art the monster. We realize.”

I realized something then. I kneeled down to her and put my hand on her cheek. “When you say ‘we’ it’s not just a language artifact is it? It’s both of you. Your demon and you.”

Luna began to cry. Large crocodile tears leaked down her face as I embraced her. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re all monsters here. You, me, her, everybody. It’s okay. You’re safe here.”

I held her for a time then, letting her cry her eyes out, letting the tears run onto the floor. The waffles grew cold, and the syrup stiff. I vaguely realized that she would be disappointed later. But until then, I held her.

She sniffled, ending her cry. “Do you feel better?”

She frowned, “No. We are still unhappy.”

I’d spent the time thinking. I knew my demon, I knew what it was. It was ultimately fear. Fear of things hurting me, fear of rejection, fear of mis-attribution, fear for myself in some fashion or another. Fear of being alone. I could reason with my demon sometimes.“Can I… Talk to her?” If hers was more than rage, I thought that maybe I could reason with hers.

“That is a terrible idea.” She flatly discouraged me.

I thought for a moment. Maybe she was right. But then again, “You know my stance on bad ideas. Please? I want to know you.”

“She will likely hurt you.” Luna looked worried.

The more I thought about it, the more it seemed okay, “I don’t think so. She wants to keep me. Not hurt me.”

Luna’s eyes got big as she tried to explain to me, “She can keep you as a pet with scars.” She looked away slightly ashamed, “It may make it easier for her to tame you.”

That was an unpleasant thought. I asked her a question that she’d asked me before, “Luna, do you desire to hurt me?”

“Of course I do not.” Her eyes shined with conviction.

I smiled at her to reassure her, “Then I will be fine.” I was pretty sure her demon was her in a way, more so than mine was. If she truly didn’t want to hurt me, the thing she had buried inside probably didn’t either.

At first she was surprised by me, then she sulked, “Thou art a vexing fool, and shall live or die with thine consequences”.

“If she does anything I don’t like, I’ll just call out, and you can stop her, okay?” I was gently asking her.

Luna didn’t answer as she thought for a while.“I, regrettably, shall agree to your terms.”

I held on to Luna for a bit, just letting her breathe in a tight hug. I was sure she needed a moment, and I had to work up my courage, “I’m ready.” I stepped back.

Luna looked at me sadly, and then closed her eyes as she began to change. She grew in size, her mane and tail took on a darker tone, and her fur turned black like night. From her mouth grew sharp fangs, clearly for ripping flesh. Her horn grew longer, and curved slightly black, as a dark purple eyeshadow appeared over eye lids. The stars in her mane and tail faded, not out, but dark and distant as though it was in the depths of the darkest regions of space. She opened her eyes to reveal a giant lizard like pupil, a tall purple slit instead of the soft round pupil she had before.

She let loose a loud and cackling victorious laugh, “You Fool!” The reptilian eyes watched me, unnerving me. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

I shrugged nonchalantly, playing it cool.“Nope.” I couldn’t let her know that she was getting to me. She was terrifying. From her sleek black legs to her long fangs, she looked like a killing machine.

“I am free!” She stomped her hoof aggressively, and materialized a helmet with a suit of armor directly onto her body.

I wasn’t sure where to start, so I tried to build off what she said, “You’ve always been free.”

“You have no idea of what you speak.” My remark missed, she was clearly unaffected by it.

“I know what you are.” At least I got curiosity from her this time.

She looked at me incredulously, and then began to laugh, her sharp teeth distracting me. “Then tell me what I am. You continue to amuse me.”

“You’re Luna.” I spoke too quickly. I was going to say something about hidden pain, or shame and fear, but my mind froze and that’s what came out.

“Oh really? Do tell... I hadn’t known! Ahahaha!” She continued to laugh at me as though this was some hilarious joke. She calmed downand just angrily glared at me, “You’re playing with powers you don’t understand.”

I was losing ground. If I didn’t find something soon, I was gonna have a bad time. One of her eyes glowed with an angry blue aura as she watched me. I came up with something a little more personal to myself, “I think I know more than you realize. You’re not just Luna. You protect her, don’t you?”

She continued to glare at me. And then she smiled again, as though a pleasant thought graced her mind, “I think I shall have you howling my name in indescribable pleasure, swearing your loyalty to me as I fill you with darkness. We were getting quite close earlier, weren’t we?” Her smile grew into a smirk.

I shrugged again, still playing it cool, “If that’s what Luna want’s, sure.” I had already decided that I didn’t have anything else waiting for me. If that would make Luna happy, I didn’t really care anymore. It didn’t sound terrible exactly.

The monster was silent.

I finally found something to dig into, “Is that what Luna really wants?”

“Does it really matter what she wants? She’s weak and cowardly. Always running from her problems. I’m the strong one!” The monster was growing angry.

“And that’s why she needs you.” I needed my fears. My rage and desires. I hated them, but I needed them as well. If I bottled them up, they grew wild. It was one of the reasons I played video games. It gave me an opportunity to vent at something that didn’t care.

“If she needs me, why am I locked away? She is afraid.” The monster grew quiet.

“I know she needs you. I’ve seen you come out. You are powerful, intelligent,” And if anything like Luna, very susceptible to flattery, “and beautiful.” I walked towards her smiling.

“Your attempt to pacify me is working mortal. Please continue.” She smiled at me with a toothy grin. She knew what I was up to, but didn’t care. I wondered if Luna was really that vain, and then decided it didn’t bother me. I kind of liked it.

I kept on, “As you wish. You’re wise, smart, strong, cunning, and honestly terrifying.”

She practically purred. “I am… aren’t I?”

I reached out and grabbed a bit of her mane, looking at the distant twinkling stars. “But most of all, you’re scared.”

Her voice grew dangerous, “I am no coward.”

She certainly was not. I could call her lots of things, but coward was not one of them. She seemed to have no desire to run at all. I gulped. Unlike the real Luna. Luna had tried to run from me a couple of times so far, each time in fear. This creature was different, “I would not call you that. It would be a lie. I would call you brave.”

“I may be brave...” Her voice began to warm slightly.

“And to be brave, you have to be afraid.” Bravery and fear went hand in hand.

“I believe I shall crush you.” Her tone was flat. She was not amused.

“Bravery can’t exist without fear. Look at you. You’re covered in armor. Physical and metaphorical. Your teeth, your horn, even your stature is meant to drive others away.”

“It is for durability.” She scoffed.

“It is for defense.” I dropped her hair and pointed my finger into her armored chest. “Because you’re afraid of an attack!”

She looked down at my hand, still pointed at her chest, and then back up into my face before she flatly spoke, “I should kill you where you stand, mortal.”

“Why? Because I’m getting through your armor? Does that make you afraid? I thought you weren’t a coward. You wouldn’t strike me down in fear, would you?” Now that it was out, maybe she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t want to feel weak, I hoped.

She growled at me, narrowing her eyes aggressively.

Inside I was terrified, outside I ignored her. Instead of showing my fear, I slowly reached past her threatening teeth for her helmet.

“What are you doing?” She seemed briefly confused by my apparently insane action.

“Taking off your armor. You’re prettier without it.” I had no idea what I was doing. I did want to see her without her armor on, and had hoped it would make her less defensive. I was also taking a huge risk.

She didn’t stop me, and her voice even calmed down as she thought, “Why would you do such a pointless thing? What would be worth the risk?”

I was getting an idea of what I wanted and of what the armor was. I wasn’t sure yet, but I was willing to trust my gut. The whole time I had been using my brain things with Luna had gotten worse. As soon as I started using my heart, things seemed to get better. So I decided that trusting my gut was something I should have been doing the entire time. “I want to get close to you. The real you. All of you. And I can’t do that if you’re lugging around all this metal.” I wrapped my fingers around it, and gently pulled. It wouldn’t budge at all. Maybe I hadn’t thought this through completely.

She sounded confused as she spoke, “Your efforts are futile. My armor is a part of me, immovable and indestructible.”

I had an idea. “Hey, Luna. Can you help me a little? Please?”

Nothing happened, so I continued to gently pull. She mumbled, lost in thought, “You are mad, you know that? I’ve killed for far less.”

“And yet I live,” I gave another soft tug, trying to peel it off.

“Do you want to know why she wont help you?” Her words were laced with venom.

I didn’t answer, instead I kept gently pulling on her helmet. She stood there, stoically allowing me my attempts as she talked. Her helmet was proving to be as immovable as she claimed.

“She won’t help you because she is afraid. She is afraid of getting hurt. This armor isn’t for me, you fool. It’s for her.”

“You are her. If you aren’t afraid, why don’t you help me?”

“I…” She was briefly confused for a moment, and then shook her head, “Why would I?”

“Because she needs you. She’s less without you. You both know it. And this is only getting in the way. If she won’t move it, then you have to. You say you’re the strong one.” I let go of her helmet and challenged her. “Then prove it.”

She snorted. “My power is absolute.” Her horn cackled with arcane energy, and nothing happened.

She struggled, snorting and stomping, ripples of ether warped the very fabric of space around her. I got dizzy just from being near her as reality began to bend with her magic. She stood, helmet still on looking confused. “I…. Failed?”

“Here, let me help.” I reached up and began to gently pull on it again. “All three of us. One, two, three!” The helmet popped off with no effort on my part. I was sure that I’d done nothing.

The rest of her armor disintegrated into the ether, and the helmet fell to the floor with a clang. The monster looked at me in confusion. “What have you done?” She looked at the helmet, still rolling on the floor. “What have we done?”

“What do you think?” I had no idea what it meant anymore. I knew the armor had to go, and that was the end of my gut feelings.

“We feel… lighter.” The monster spread her wings, and looked at me with an off putting genuine smile. “We feel so much lighter!”

I joked, “And now we’re both naked again.” She didn’t seem to find it funny, so I reassured her, “It’s better that way, I promise.”

She looked at me concerned. “But what if we hurt you?”

I shrugged. “You probably will. It’s just how things go, you know?”

Her stature was shrinking as she spoke, she didn’t seem to realize it, but she began to melt back into Luna again. “What if thou hurt us?”

“You’ll just have to forgive me. You’ve done it before.” She stopped changing. Luna was slightly larger than she had been at first. Her coat was darker and there was a glint of a small fang under her lip. It occurred to me that this was probably how she was supposed to be.

“We.. demand the same of thee.”

“And you shall have it.”

Luna blinked, and looked around. “The waffles! They art cold!”

“We’ll make more! It’s okay!”

She stood over her plate, silently morning her waffles as she tried tasted one and scrunched her face in displeasure.

With a waffle square hanging from her mouth, she turned to me. “We thank thee.”

I smiled. “Hey. What are friends for?” I wondered if I had I achieved my goal. “And… do you have your memories now? All thousand years?”

She scrunched up her face in displeasure. “We do. Most of it unpleasant. But t’s better to know than be ignorant. Besides.” She sighed, “We always knew.”

“Well… What about that dark secrets of pleasure thing?” I asked casually.

“We know them. But perhaps we should work up to that? To throw thee into such things would twist thy mind unpleasantly.”

“Ahh. The incubus thing.”

“Indeed. T’s not the fate we wish for thee.” She paused in thought, and then smiled at me. “However, I am no longer hungry, and I seem to remember that you have a prize to to claim from your victory.”

“You mean, earlier didn’t count?”

She snorted in laughter. “That was for me, not you. It would only be fair to give you your full time.”

“So… what’s on the table then?”

Luna looked at the table confused, then at me, “Waffles.”

I put my forehead in my hand. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not, “No, I mean, what’s okay to do with you?” Talking about sex had become very easy after the last hour or two. I didn’t even blush.

She smiled, “Well, now that your desires and my desires are known, I see nothing to hold back from you. You know my secrets, you know my wants, and I know yours.” She nodded to me and faked a pout, “And even if they do not align here and there, I shall be a good little filly and do as you ask.” She sidled up to me and leveled her gaze, her voice dropping much lower, “quite willingly.”

I gulped, slightly intimidated. Then I glanced at the wall and saw something that jogged my memory. “Anything?”

She nodded.

I smiled wicked, terrible smile. “Let me get my cowboy hat.”