7 Days of Macro Dreams

Contains: macrophilia, dialog

Luna's bored gaze lazily drifted over the dreamscape while she silently wished there was more for her to do these days. The Dream Eaters had long since been vanquished, the Parasitic Memory invasion had been halted, the Transcendent Night Terror was gone, and even generic nightmares had become an uncommon sight. So, with gentle wing beats, the dark alicorn could only wander in search of work.

The dream realm was much like the night sky, but far more crowded. Everywhere Luna turned the view was obscured by a multitude of "planets" and other space debris. Luckily for her, diagnosing a dream from the outside was easy. The peaceful green planets were happy dreams. The fiery-hot orange and red planets were angry dreams. The blue ocean covered worlds were sad dreams. The cold icy planets were boring blank dreams.

However, no matter how hard she searched for a dream filled with nightmares, no planets raging with storm clouds appeared. So Luna had no choice but to fly on, letting her wings carry her to some unknown destination. Eventually Luna found herself in the middle of a planet cluster she just so happened to know particularly well: Ponyville.

Luna smiled as various healthy planets floated past her. Nothing but greens and romantic pinks as far as the eye could see. It couldn't hurt to pay a friendly visit on such a slow night, Luna thought. If there was no work to be done then why not have some fun with the residents of her favorite little town?

Luna's wings flapped a bit harder as she scanned for a dream that might be entertaining to join. That's when she noticed a quirk of color in the distance. A planet overflowing with deep violet clouds and circled by a beautiful green asteroid belt.

Luna felt her cheeks pull back in a knowing grin. Somepony was having a naughty dream and had subconsciously constructed mental barriers. The princess couldn't resist. If somepony was having a good time, maybe she could too by taking a little peek. Of course she didn't plan on interfering, because that would be rude.

With a mighty kick, Luna rocketed past the asteroids and delicately cut her way through multiple layers of clouds. There was a flash of light when she finally entered the dream.

Descending into a world built by someone else was always jarring and there was only so much Luna could do to prepare. Like now as she suddenly found herself about to fall on top of Princess Twilight Sparkle! The dark alicorn's wings instinctively flared in panic and Luna grit her teeth as she strained to keep herself from landing on the younger princess. Fortunately, she was able to halt her fall and relax into a silent hover while the violet mare below remained absorbed in a book and utterly ignorant.

Luna sighed with relief and took a moment to analyze her surroundings. The room appeared, on the surface, to be a completely ordinary copy of Twilight's real world study. There was a desk, towers of books sitting on the floor, a large lamp, several cramped bookshelves, a simple rug, and some pillows, one of which the young princess was currently lounging on. However, there was also something disorienting about the space. Like reality was warped.

Luna's head spun as she tried to comprehend why everything seemed so incredibly far away despite being in the same room. She experimentally descended a few meters, yet her perspective of the environment seemed to argue that she hadn't moved at all. Her wings continued to let her down slowly as she puzzled this new phenomenon. After Luna had dropped what should have been well over 30 meters (100 ft), it clicked.

"Everything is big," Luna thought aloud.

The room must have been the size of Manehattan, if not slightly larger, and Twilight herself must have been at least a mile high. Her fur coat was like a forest of violet stalks. Her feathers were rows of canyons. Her mane was a monolithic cliff.

"Hmm, that's strange. This doesn't appear to be Twilight's dream. She is just another construct here," Luna pondered, dropping until she was only a few stories above the mare's head. "This is an erotic dream though, so somepony finds an extra large Twilight... exciting."

Luna chuckled to herself. She had seen this fetish before, but it always caught her off-guard due to its rarity. Over the years she'd even come to entertain the idea of indulging in a little macrophilia herself. Now that's an idea, Luna thought with amusement. For now however, she had to find the dreamer. Luna had to know who the newest member of the macrophile community was.

Luna lit her horn and cast an illusion detection spell. Though nothing special in the real world, in the dream world it was the ultimate tracking spell. It would light up the dreamer like a firework in the night sky.

Luna couldn't help blushing when she found a glow indicating something real carefully moving along Twilight's lower right thigh.

Luna considered interfering as she approached. In her experience, macrophiles were notorious for feeling alone and it always set a fire in their eyes to learn that there were others like them. Luna tittered to herself like a madmare. She couldn't wait to meet them and see the look on their face when she introduced them to the rest of the community. She might have found some work after all.

The princess quickly brushed aside shafts of fur that were as thick as her chest and touched down mere steps away from the dreamer. But as she folded her wings and raised her head to greet them, her body froze and her throat locked.

"P-princess Luna?" Spike's nasally voice quivered, the grin he'd been sporting a moment ago rapidly fading to shock and fear.

"Sir Spike?"

"Wh-wh-what are you doing here? Are you... the real... Luna?"

"Yes. I am searching for the owner of this dream." Luna waited a moment before cocking her head. "Is this your dream?"

Spike began to visibly sweat before he answered her at little more than a whisper. "Yes."

Luna was dumbfounded. Even now, when he was standing right in front of her, it was difficult for the princess to accept that Spike wasn't a baby dragon anymore. When she had first gotten to know him, Spike had been young, short, pudgy, and naive. But here he was now a strong dragon going on 23 solid years. Spike wasn't short and pudgy anymore. He was tall and slender and even had to angle his head down a bit to look most ponies in the eye. He wasn't afraid of a strong cider anymore either. These days Spike was even known for his taste in rare wines, especially while on business. His wings were just coming in and his fire breath had developed considerably. But most importantly, Spike was no longer naive to concepts like sex.

"Spike," Luna began, "are... you fantasizing about Princess Twilight Sparkle? As a giantess?"

"NO! Of course not!" he lied, eyes rapidly darting back and forth.

If there was one thing Luna didn't like it was being lied to. "Sir Spike, I am the Princess of Dreams. It is obvious this world is tailored to a particular fetish."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, dramatically throwing his arms into the air. "What about this could possibly be erotic?"

She merely raised a brow.

Spike gulped. "This isn't sexual. It's just weird. You know? Seriously, who could possibly find a giant mare attractive? It doesn't make any sense!"

"Indeed, it doesn't make sense. Unless you're a macrophile."

He stared at her for several seconds. A drop of sweat fell from his chin. His jaw trembled. Every muscle in his body was tense. Then his shoulders deflated like a balloon and his head dropped. "I'm a freak."

"No you are not," Luna consoled, stepping closer.

"Look at me, look at this place, look at what I'm doing! This is... I don't even know what this is." Spike turned and began walking away. Then he collapsed against a stalk of violet hair and slumped to the ground.

Luna sighed and trotted up to him. "You are not alone, Sir Spike. There are many macrophiles in Equestria and all of them are perfectly healthy, normal individuals."

"Really?" he snorted dismissively.

Luna smiled. "Are you hurting anypony?"

"They don't know."

"Does this fantasy make you happy?"

"No."

Luna was quiet for a moment, her mind busy dissecting the situation. "How often do you indulge?"

"In this?" Spike flicked his wrist, gesturing to their surroundings. "As rarely as I can stand it."

Luna now understood perfectly what the problem was. "You are rejecting a part of yourself, Spike. The desire will only build and build until it explodes."

"I know that!" he snapped.

"Then embrace it and allow yourself to enjoy the fantasy."

"But it's wrong."

"Says who?" challenged Luna.

Spike didn't have an immediate response to that. "Says... me."

Luna scoffed. "Alright then. Since you refuse to satisfy your own cravings and take proper care of yourself, I am forced to make you. I hereby challenge you to a macrophile competition!"

Spike blinked up at her from his seat on the ground. "What are you talking about?"

"You must best me in a series of games involving macrophilia."

Spike rolled his eyes. "I don't feel like it."

Luna smirked. "You don't have a choice. If you refuse to play, I'll make sure your fantasy is on the front cover of every newspaper in the country."

Spike was on his feet in a second. "You wouldn't!" he shouted. The entire dream rumbled with his outburst.

Luna looked him right in the eye. "Seven nights, seven games. Best me just four times and I promise to keep silent. Fail. And Twilight will be reading all about your dark desires."

Spike could only stare in horror at Luna. She wouldn't. She couldn't! Would she? His mind was doing backflips. He couldn't go through with it. Trapped in a macrophile nightmare for seven nights straight?! Spike swallowed the bile rising in his throat. There was nothing he could do. The risk was simply too great. He had to play along or else the whole world might learn what he was.

What would Twilight say? Or even worse. What would Rarity say?

Spike took a deep breath to gather his courage. Then he glared. "Fine. I accept. And when I destroy you, you better keep your promise not to tell."

Luna nodded. "Deal."

He was angry and afraid now, but she wasn't worried. This week was quickly going to become the best week of his life. He just didn't know it yet.