Changeling Therapy 2: Dreams And Nightmares

It had been agreed that the dream lessons would be held in Twilight’s castle, at least to start with, as it would provide ample space for solitude and privacy as Iridis would begin to hone his skills. Twilight welcomed them to a spacious room on the upper concourse that had been hastily furnished with beds to accommodate the lessons.

“Now before we begin,” Luna started, “there is a matter that we do need to speak of. Truth be told it is a little difficult since my nocturnal pursuits have habitually been lonesome. What I am about to tell you is very important.”

“Ok.” he acknowledged, taking in for a moment the recently dusted tapestries that hung on the walls. Rarity and some of the other helpful artisans had certainly done a splendid job furnishing the castle with appropriate looking decor. It almost seemed too new though as the castle history was recent and all the banners and trappings were colourful and modern, not archaic and faded. Taking a deep breath he could detect some aromas consistent with such a place, such as moisture and it comforted him in some sense he couldn’t explain.

“So, Iridis”, she said, averting her eyes for a moment, “when entering ponies’ dreams, there are all manner of private things you may see. I have a very strict code concerning confidentiality. What you hear or see it never to be revealed to anypony without the consent of the dream’s owner. Is that understood?”

He nodded then asked, “so, what about entering without their knowledge, isn’t that against their consent too?”

The Princess froze for a moment, lips sealed as she pondered this question. It felt uncomfortably familiar as she’s only recently just had a conversation along these lines with Sunny Shade, “well, it may be, I honestly never thought about this much until recently, I always considered myself an observer not a voyeur, though there is one thing that remains true - the world of dreams must be protected. It’s something I must do, even if perhaps there are, some questions left to ask.”

She looked like she was hiding something, but he chose to ignore it - instead nodding at her.

“Very well my pupil,” Luna continued, “now though comes, the more, sensitive part. Ponies have all kinds of dreams,” she blushed a little, “often times these dreams go to places that we may not expect, perhaps you can recall the example with your dear Fluttershy, when you called me over to make an assessment on her health?”

He nodded, certainly sure of where this was going and frankly not as worried as Luna. Sex was something that was viewed as a tool in changeling society, something they used to extract love from their prey - not something interwoven in their whole psyche, or their taboos. Discovering it had been wonderful, but he hadn’t quite picked up the embarrassment part yet.

“So you see Iridis in journeying with me through the dreamscape you shall experience much, including, well many, shall we say,” she paused a moment to pick her words carefully, “salaciously oriented dreams?”

He blinked in incomprehension.

“Sex dreams,” the Princess admitted, now quite red. It had never bothered her when she was simply on her own, she was used to it, but somehow admitting it to another made her feel dirty and leering. She never stayed around to leer though, at least, not except in one particular case.

Sensing her discomfort Iridis moved forward and boldly tapped her chest, reassuringly, “I think you’ll find it really doesn’t bother me Luna, well at least the idea of it, I guess it would make me a little uneasy if I knew the pony didn’t know I was watching.”

Luna nodded slowly, assessing this, “in that case it would make sense for me to find willing subjects for such an, excursion,” she suggested, “for the meantime though we should agree to leave should anything take too sudden a turn to the, well, more erotic.”

He nodded and the two were very happy with their agreement.

“So what happens now?” he asked.

“Now we sleep,” she instructed, guiding him to a bed next to her.

The pressure to lapse into slumber made the affair very difficult for Iridis who felt flustered and was awake for another three hours or so. However Luna was a very patient teacher and he eventually starting to calm down and feel more comfortable - slowly his began to feel burdened and heavy: eventually after a paroxysm of yawning he began to drift off.

He didn’t remember falling to sleep, but he soon found himself in a very white place. He looked around. Often when he dreamed there was a fuzziness in his ‘head’ that made him perceive the dream as real; it was different this time though. Everything was crystal clear and as lucid as real life, or at least as asymptotically close as was possible.

“This is the dreamscape,” announced a familiar voice from beside him, “and here we shall begin our journey.”

Iridis looked around every which way he could, finding he could move himself without beating his wings. Then he looked around in a completely different axis and gasped, the sound ghostly.

“This is, this is, I don’t know the words, but it’s like the way I can see myself when I transform, everything inside and outside together, as though flat,” he struggled to express what he meant.

Luna interjected, realising what he was meaning, “yes Iridis the dreamscape has four spatial dimensions and it seems you already have learned to rotate through the fourth axis. It’s interesting to me how you perceive your own transformation as such, intuitively without needing to be taught.”

“Yeah, interesting, a fourth dimension, I guess that makes sense but I never thought of it like that. We’re born with the ability to transform,” he added, looking around again in various directions, full of wonder, “we just understand it. You have to get the bones, organ, tissue, everything that is connected has to work. We have to really understand how it all joins up.”

“As time goes on,” Luna continued, “I shall teach you to navigate more effectively and find the places where the dreams of ponies are manifested. It may take some time…”

“Found one!” Iridis chirped up, hovering next to a shimmering horizon that didn’t look too dissimilar to the surface of a bubble, inside a jumble of shapes shifted and refracted in incomprehensible ways, he gave the surface an investigatory poke.

“Please please Iridis don’t poke the mayor’s dream!” Luna commanded, appearing a little grumpy and Iridis backed off slightly, grinning nervously, “I must say that you have advanced more quickly than I thought.”

“How can I see what’s inside, it seems,” Iridis pondered struggling again for the words, “this is just part of a section of it right, one slice, the whole thing is… hmmm, it’s like, it’s like it’s a - Like the surface of the moon or something, a sphere, but it’s lots of them all on top of each other?” he looked to Luna for help, having difficulty expressing himself.

Luna smiled happily, very impressed, “very astute my pupil, yes it’s called a hypersphere. It’s the four dimensional analog of a sphere. The surface is the space the pony perceives as the bounds of the dream, they could move in any direction and they would reach where they start. In order to see that part we have to affix ourselves onto that hypersurface.”

“Yes ok, I see, somehow,” he replied, suddenly feeling a shiver down his whole body that even caused a tiny little insect like spasm of his wings. “It’s like the dream is an apple, the pony moves on the surface and we’re above, able to see everything. We’ve have to be on there to see it the way they see it.”

“That’s correct,” Luna affirmed.

Iridis stared hard and realised that the jumble of shapes that he saw wasn’t just a mesmeric and random collection of tubes and orbs, it was one slice he was seeing through the whole world. He was sure he saw the mayor’s body pass in and out of that one slice a few times, fascinated at seeing the wax and wane of her whole body and organs as she moved through.

“I could never be the same again after this,” he gasped, “I wish I could cry like you ponies, this is amazing. I feel just sad my eyes are so limited.”

“Sometimes I wish I could see with better eyes myself,” Luna expressed, smiling broadly, “Iridis it’s so nice to share this with somepony who truly understands. Twilight does, at least intellectually but she doesn’t intuit the space here the way you do - there is so much more here to discover, alas though some of it may have to wait.”

“Yes, we do have a job to do” he agreed, suppressing the wonder as best he could, “but I wonder what is inside the dream bubbles, spheres, whatever you want to call them, if the dream is the surface?”

“An excellent question,” Luna began, “as you will see when we enter the inside later that is where the reality of the dream is connected to the desire, ego and subconscious of the pony who created it. There are filaments, made from the ether here which you will see criss cross the interior attached to everything in the dream. It’s a place to exercise great care though, strumming on those strings can have any kind of effect on the dream, and on the subject. I can influence dreams by cutting or forming new links inside, changing the nature of what occurs.”

“Sounds like you could exert quite some control over a pony like that?” he asked, still mesmerised by the shifting surface.

“Yes, and sadly I did, in another life. We both have deep regrets in the way we have acted. But in the same way you now use your transformation for good, so I only manipulate when there is a genuine need. I admit that when I say it as such it sounds strange. As a princess I’m not used to having to justify myself. Perhaps what Sunny said to me was something I needed to hear,” she pondered.

“You know Luna, you say I use my transformation for good, but to be fair it’s only really been for pranks so far and for hot sex,” he grinned, smiling and exposing his fangs even more. It could look scary in a another circumstance but right now it made Luna suppress a little giggle.

“In that case, are you ready to enter a dream?” she asked him, pointing the surface of the bubble.

“Yes,” he affirmed, eyes wide with the promise of discovery, and following her lead they ‘flattened’ themselves onto the ‘surface’ and entered the mayor’s dream.

The next month seemed like it thundered by, a whirlwind of active and often sleepless nights as Luna pushed the changeling hard - he learned at an astronomical rate and was soon very comfortable slipping in and out of dreams, staying invisible as he did so. Journeying into other ponies’ psyches was a revelation for him as he saw the hidden terrors and secret little bugaboos that plagued them - all the little worries and anxieties made him understand more than ever for the first time that he was not alone.

Fluttershy of course had done most of that work, helping him grow into an individual with self respect and his own identity - but this just cemented what he already was beginning to suspect: everypony was connected in their fears, their hopes and their dreams: how much more alike they were than he could ever explain to them.

It came to pass that Sunny Shade did eventually agree to move to Ponyville and whilst Luna and Iridis focussed on the dream aspects, the mane six came together to form a plan how best to integrate him.

Things did not start very well.

The first meeting had been a disaster as Sunny had refused to enter the Friendship Castle, then when everyone came out to greet him he ran away and hid for a while crying, before angrily swearing at Twilight when she found him. Eventually after becoming so frustrated that she yelled at him something seemed to snap and he calmed significantly, becoming withdrawn and quiet: and not so agitated.

It had been a difficult decision to know just who to let him stay with and eventually they came upon the idea of sharing the responsibility between them. Applejack agreed to be the first one to help him out, and Sunny had actually eventually agreed. They managed to ‘sell’ it to him by pointing out that it was a little away from Ponyville and the stallion was acutely self-conscious of his blank flank. The fewer staring at him, the better he felt.

At the same time of all this he had agreed to counselling twice a week and medical help to supplement his ‘friendship lessons’.

His first introduction to Iridis was an awkward and strange encounter. They introduced themselves and stared for the longest time. Iridis later tried to explain to fluttershy what had made him freeze up - it hadn’t been his intention to be rude - it was only that ‘The Tainted’ (as they had been called to his kind) gave off such strange emotional indicators.

Iridis had tried many analogies to get across how it felt to him when he sensed Sunny’s turmoil. He eventually settled on the imagery of oil and water. Prefacing this with a disclaimer that it was a gross oversimplification, he likened the oil to the love and the water to hate. When ponies were in much stress or trouble the liquids would get mixed up, then find their levels again. However with Sunny it was like his glass was constantly being mixed all the time.

On the summit of a lovely hill outside Sweet Apple Acres, sitting under an apple tree Sunny felt empty and confused, looking out across the landscape and enjoying the sense of space and isolation. He had dark pronounced rings under his eyes from lack of sleep owing to the repeated nightmares and his expression moved between profound despair and anger.

A voice disturbed him from his ruminations.

“Sunny, are you ok? my sister didn’t mean that ya know, you just made her mad, ya used a real awful word!” piped up the now familiar voice of Applebloom. She had followed Sunny after he had run away from the farm having had a rather intense argument - if one could call it that - with Applejack.

He turned to her, and something in him relaxed a little. Sunny was often terrible with adults, but he was very good with fillies and colts: something Applejack had noticed to her surprise. Young ponies he found were very honest, in a way that adults weren’t and it just seemed to him so much easier to have a conversation.

“I’m sorry Applebloom, that I said those things,” he said to her.

“Why were you mean to my sister though? I mean she’s been awful kind to ya?” the filly pressed, more curious than angry.

Sunny had to think to himself for a moment in order to form an answer, “I just get so angry I can barely think. When I get like that I feel like I can’t let it go. It feels, addictive, like I can’t stop.”

Apple Bloom thought about this for a moment and nodded her little head slowly in comprehension, “that kind of makes some sense, I mean, sometimes I used to throw a huge tantrum and honestly I didn’t want to stop. I guess part of feels good, but you feel bad afterwards. Does that make any sense?”

Sunny smiled warmly, “it’s so much easier to talk to you err ‘younguns’ as you say on the farm. It’s been so hard for anyone to understand how I feel.”

Sensing she was making some progress Applebloom came to sit next to him, folding herself up over her crossed little filly legs and leaning into him tenderly. She could feel him tense for a moment, then relax a little, responding to the closeness.

“May I ask a question of ya Sunny?” she started, “it’s kinda personal though.”

“Sure,” he replied, quite sure he knew what was coming, but somehow not minding from her. Other ponies had asked before and it had produced some volcanic reactions, however he knew he wouldn’t feel that way if she asked.

“How you get all those scars, on your legs and stuff?” she inquired, looking at evenly spaced serrations that ran up and down his rear and forelegs. They were deep enough that the regrowth of the fur didn’t properly cover the original scars.

“I did them,” he answered and Applebloom looked heartbroken, “sometimes I’m so angry I feel all I can do is to hurt myself, to make it go away. Sometimes I’m, well, I just hate myself.”

Her eyes filled up a little and she nestled into him more firmly, “that’s awful Sunny, why would you hate yourself? You’re a good pony. You talk to me like I’m a grown mare, not a little filly, nobody else does that - except Iridis and sometimes Dashie.”

“I… don’t know but thank you Applebloom” he put a hoof around her and wished he could cry a little along with her - but he hadn’t cried for over ten years. At the very least though he was happy she was here, cheering him up.

The two sat still for a little while as they looked out across the countryside. Dimpled and lumpy with hills the orchards spread out for miles and there was a scent of apples behind every breath. He liked it, feeling he could pick out all the little nuances if he tried hard enough. Suddenly he was disturbed from his medication by a voice from behind.

“Finally found you two,” Applejack announced, no longer sounding angry, but with a slightly defensive tone.

Upon hearing her Applebloom felt a spasm run through Sunny as though all the tension she’d undone in the last few minutes shot back through him, she turned her head to glare at her sister and Applejack got the message.

She lowered her voice a little, made it softer and spoke again, “Sunny, look I didn’t mean what I said to ya, when I yelled and promised to kick you out. But, you gotta be understanding, you can’t be using that language here ok? It was mighty hurtful.”

Sunny stayed silent, frozen, looking ahead. Applebloom rubbed his side with her hoof, hoping it would calm him down some.

“I’m a terrible pony, I deserve to die,” he said and both sisters gasped a little.

“No no, don’t take it too far now Sunny,” she expressed, hoping this wouldn’t trigger another one of his outbursts, then pleading with him, “I’m just trying to express myself, please, don’t think it’s more than it is.”

Sunny snorted very hard, stood up and trotted away quickly, looking impossibly tense.

Applejack looked after him forlornly, “what am I going to do with him sugar cube, it’s like I can’t find any way in. Two steps forward, four steps back, ten steps forward, twenty steps back. It’s more confusing that one of those old folk dances Granny Smith tried to teach me.”

“He’s not a bad pony,” her sister piped up, “I know he isn’t big sis.”

“Yeah I know sugar cube,” Applejack sighed, “he’s real good with you, he’s been good too at figuring out some better ways of doing the chores, but when he’s around I just feels like I’m trotting on eggshells all the darn time. Don’t be rightly knowing if he’s gonna be a sweet apple or a sour one each time I see him. It’s mighty exhausting. Don’t know if I can take much more.”

“So you are kicking him out, Applejack if you do that he’ll think you meant what you said!” protested Applebloom.

“Relax, I’m not gonna do that, but he’s gonna need a new place to stay before too long,” she admitted, “for my own sanity as much as anything else.”

“Did someone hurt him in his past, like Diamond Tiara. We always just thought she was a big meanie, turned out it was her parents,” suggested the smaller sister, “think maybe his parents were bad to him, something like that? Did they kick him out, is that why he was living in that pig sty like?”

“From what Twilight says that would be a no, she had a good long talk with his parents when she helped bring him from Manehattan. Seems like they were as good as they could be, they didn’t make him leave the home, he just left one day - saying apparently he couldn’t stand them and cussing up a storm. They kept trying to help him but he would avoid them - it’s like he relished hurting his folks, and at the same time punishing himself for it. I dunno….”

“What does that mean?” Applebloom asked.

Applejack let out a long exasperated breath of air, “it’s means Sugarcube that I don’t think he was made into what he is, he was probably always like that. Nature can sure be cruel sometimes...”

Iridis was on his way to the friendship castle for what would be one of the final lessons of the first stage of Luna’s tuition. He had a renewed sense of urgency now that she had shown him Sunny’s nightmare. The image of it even infected his own dreams to some extent, like a dark black tumour in his brain. Part of him was filled with pity for Sunny, another part of him was simply frustrated - he knew that this to some extent would be self-inflicted - the stallion punishing himself in some kind of self-indulgent loop from which he could not break free.

“Just like you, my first love…..” he whispered to himself, then shook his head to clear his mind of a distant memory he’d tried hard to forget. He’d need to talk to Fluttershy more about that sometime, give her the whole truth, but not yet.

When he finally arrived, flying through the window into the same room they had used before he was surprised and bemused to find both Luna and Pinkie pie sitting on the side of one of the beds.

“Oh hi Pinkie!” he greeted her, settling himself down and folding his wings across the gloss of his back. “What brings you here?”

The princess and the pink pony looked at each other for just a moment, then Luna explained, “it seems it’s time for a further lesson, and for this, Pinkie Pie has graciously volunteered.”

Although he wasn’t completely sure it did seem that Luna was ever so slightly embarrassed, he decided to investigate further, “and in what manner are you volunteering Pinkie?”

“Luna knows my dreams are some of the craziest in Equestria and she thought I’d be a good teaching aid to you! Isn’t that exciting?”, Pinkie bounced a little up and down on the bed in clear delight, grinning and full of energy.

“Yes it’s true,” explained Luna, “Pinkie Pie does indeed have, shall we say, extravagant dreams, and, well it’s probably a good idea for you to experience one for yourself Iridis before you commit further to your learning.”

There was perhaps something just slightly foreboding about the way she said it, but he reassured himself that nothing too terrible would befall them, after all this was Pinkie Pie. She certainly was going to have wacky dreams, but how bad could it be?

“I’m not worried,” he stated, smiling.

Luna stared at him for a moment, “very well then Iridis, shall we?” She gesticulated with her hoof in a wide arc to indicate the triplet of freshly made beds. No sooner has she done so then Pinkie Pie jumped into the nearest one and the covers enveloped her like a closing flower. She cried out something about being super excited then promptly fell asleep immediately with some of the most raucous and unearthly sounding snoring he’d ever heard.

“Is she umm, always like this, when she sleeps?” he asked to Luna, who just nodded gravely, “well ok, I’ll try my best to get to sleep.”

It didn’t take as long as he thought since he’d been practising falling asleep for over a month now, and fairly soon he found himself yet again finding his way to Luna in the dazzling dream scape. He floated next to her, smiling a little, with perhaps even a hint of nervousness.

“So…” he began, but Luna cut him off.

“Iridis, I’m not really quite sure how to prepare you for what is about to happen, but I can tell you for sure that Pinkie Pie is completely happy for us to be observers in her dream,” Luna stressed.

“Of course Luna, I’m comfortable with this, she’s consented, I’m sure whatever is in the dream it’ll be fine,” he insisted.

Luna looked singularly unconvinced, “you’re free to leave at any time Iridis, but if you do, I don’t know that you’ll be ready for everything that will come in the next stage of our training.”

“I’m ready Luna I want this,” he replied, firmly, “I promise that whatever happens, I will not leave the dream. I will see it through to the end,” he bobbed his bug like head up and down in a very pony-like manner as way of affirmation.

“Ok, here we go then…” Luna said leading Iridis onto the hypersurface of Pinkie’s dream, he felt again the strange sensation as he bound himself into the realm of her dream - but looking around it was not what he expected at all.

If Iridis had been anticipating the colourful ruckus of a typical Pinkie Pie party nothing could be further from the truth. The setting looked quite old, perhaps a hundred or so years ago by his reckoning in a dimly candle lit counting house. Row upon row of desks filled the room, each one occupied by a miserable looking stallion or mare busily counting bits and meticulously writing sums onto yellow parchment.

Looking up and down he spotted Pinkie, looking horrifyingly demure in a traditional kind of stuffy dress. She had a sad expression on her face and her hair was straight and boring. As she busily worked he noticed outside of the windows there was the sight of falling snow and hints of an empty cold and bleak winter scene. At the helm of this depressing workshop was a scrooge-like pony, frowning malevolently and keeping a wicked eye on his employees.

“Luna,” Iridis tapped her leg, getting her attention, “is something wrong, this isn’t what I….”

“Just prepare yourself,” she instructed cryptically, motioning him to the back of the room a little.

After just a short period Pinkie let out a loud sigh and it caught the attention of the fore-pony.

“Pinkamena Diane Pie!” he shouted, banging his hoof on the surface of his desk. All the other ponies in the room suddenly sunk into their seats and nervously watched to see what would happen, “this is the last time I’m going to warn you about your disgraceful behaviour!”

“I’m sorry supervisor Meany Pants,” she apologised “but the work here just isn’t very much fun, and it’s a special time of year, we should be celebrating!”

“Celebrating!” he yelled, his left eye twitching with incomprehension and fury, “and what in Equestria would we possibly celebrate?”

“Why the best holiday in all of Equestria!” Pinkie replied, standing up on her seat - her hair exploding into its usual glorious effervescence, she turned to the row behind her, “come on fillies and gentlecolts, shall we show Mr Meany Pants what it’s all about?”

“YES PINKIE!” they all replied, in unison.

Irids nudged Luna slightly, “I think I see where this is going, nothing like Pinkie to get a party going when there’s a party that’s needed? Right?”

“Just… watch…” was all she said.

Without even the tiniest hint of warning every single pony on that row, including Pinkie herself turned their flanks to the supervisor, pulled their skirts up and lifted their tails until they were all exposing everything to him.

“The secret is all in the PLOT, hahh!” Pinkie yelped with glee, “maestro, if you please…” she motioned to the corner of the room where some of the other workers had now instantaneously assembled themselves into a band, complete with all kinds of instruments. A beat was quickly struck and Pinkie spun like a tornado, her dress ripped from her and spread across the room.

She cleared her throat, ready to sing,

“Take a look at everything around you,
All the flank that surely will seduce you,
Open up my buns, they will surround you,
In the magic of Face Sitting Eve!”

The changeling’s mouth dropped open so fast it was a wonder it didn’t hit the floor. He turned his gaping stupid looking expression slowly to look up at Luna. She rolled her eyes as if to say I told you so.

All the pony manifestations in Pinkie’s dream were now dancing and singing along, most half or fully naked by this point as Mr Meany Pants at the front boiled over in cartoonish rage, his protestations completely ignored.

“The little things that make it better,
All the ponies spreading cheeks,
Have a flank, a seat, you better,
Smothering that lasts for weeks”

Pinkie continued her singing in earnest, and Iridis’s eyes widened as the song lyrics started to be synchronised to various complementary actions performed by her ‘backup’ dancers. As one row turned and reached back with their hooves to spread their cheeks the other moved forward to lavish what was presented with a ferocious display of rimming and cunnilingus - all in time to the music of course.

“Okayyyyyyyyyy!” he exclaimed, frozen to the spot. Luna hooked one of her hooves around his.

“The present’s always filled with booties,
Large, medium and small,
Sometimes the most important things,
Aren’t very big at all”

Pinkie indicated some different sizes of flank and plot with her hoof, as a cavalcade of trotting ponies began to encircle her desk which was now the only one still standing.

She added though as an aside,“But it helps if you’ve got the junk in the tunk! HAH!” turning on point and smacking her big pink voluminous rear right at the snarling face of Mr Meany Pants.

“There are no words,” Iridis moaned, shaking his head in incomprehension, but he had to keep watching, he needed to know how this would all end.

“Oh I almost forgot!” Pinkie cried as she looked just about to break into the next verse, “tap dancing solo!”

Suddenly furnished with tap dancing boots and a candy cane she leapt to the floor, as all the other ponies took up position in a long line, more accurately two lines. One set of ponies, male and female lay down on the floor, face up and the other set sat down on all their faces. As this happy line of queening was established Pinkie began to tap dance over the backs and flanks of the sitting ponies, making their squashed seats very happy indeed.

“Gotta admit, pretty creative,” the changeling squeaked.

Drawing a lungful of air, Pinkie continued the song in earnest:

“What a party there’s so much to see here,
Take a seat, or be the seat yourself here,
Between my thighs, I guarantee here,
The magic of Face Sitting Eve!

Juices flowing, this is living,
Come on and take a seat,
Life it better when you’re queening,
Each time you do it feels so sweet!”

A gaggle of ponies grabbed the protesting supervisor and dragged him to the floor, there looking singularly nonplussed and bellowing all kinds of threats every pony lined up to sit on his face, one after the other, all fifty or so of them by the reckoning of Iridis. The detail was quite excessive and he was sure that somehow their backsides and the swell of the mares’ labia, or plot holes for the stallions was all gratuitously exaggerated. It was definitely true that Mr Meany Pants was getting the smothering of his life, even for a pony who wasn’t real.

“The present’s always filled with sitting,
So come on, here what I say,
Spend time under ponies just like you,
And they’ll take your breath away!”

“...literally take your breath away!” Pinkie Pie added, grinning to herself.

All sexual activities had now ceased and everypony was dancing in a series of concentric circles, stomping and occasionally breaking into a kickline. It seemed obvious there was some kind of climax approaching, and a bewildered Mr Meany Pants stood up in the center and broke into an insane looking smile.

“Pinkie Pie, I have never felt so alive in my whole life! Even though it’s only been a few minutes!” he proclaimed, “I hereby decree this counting house will become a cake factory and all employees have the rest of the day off!”

Thunderous applause followed this proclamation.

“The present’s always full of sitting,
Take a look around,
The reason for the holiday
Is quite easily found,
Yes the reason for the holiday
Is quite easily found…”

The music ended and the room went dark on the final note Iridis turned back to Luna and she looked down at him.

“That has got to be,” he said, “the most insane thing I’ve ever….”

All of a sudden the music started up again briefly for the real finale, it was as though Pinkie pie sprang out of nowhere so that she was just in front of Luna and Iridis. She took a deep breath and sang out one final line to a huge orchestra hit.

“And the reason is to sit on your friends!” She cried, before turning herself away from Luna and Iridis, mooning them and smacking her flank proudly. Then once again the dream faded and everything went completely dark.

They both waited a little to see if there was anything more to the song, but it seemed like it was over now for good. Both sat down and Luna put a hoof around Iridis. She herself was definitely used to this kind of thing, having been in dreams for so long, but in honesty Pinkie Pie created some of the most detailed and creative erotic fantasies she’d ever experienced.

Even more so she hadn’t actually minded Luna watching - a good thing since Pinkie seemed to always know when she was there in any case.

She could only hope that Iridis hadn’t been scared away by what just happened.

He tried to find something to say, and in the end gave up and shrugged.

He raised his hooves and began a steady clap.

“Well played Pinkie Pie, well played.”

At perhaps three or four in the morning Iridis awoke suddenly and sat up, he looked around for Fluttershy and realised he was still in the castle room - he missed it when he woke up and she wasn’t there.

“You awake Iridis?” a soft little whisper asked him.

“Pinkie, yes I’m awake,” he replied, then looked over to where Luna was sleeping soundly, a cheeky and contented little smile on her face. Most unprincess like, but certainly suiting her.

“I’m sorry Iridis,” Pinkie said, much to the changelings confusion.

“Sorry about what?” he inquired, keeping his voice low so as not to wake Luna.

“I might have gone a bit too far in the dream,” she explained, and Iridis saw that Pinkie was being serious, “I was lucid through all that, as you can probably guess, I know it was part of your training but still, maybe I overstepped the mark - you’re with Fluttershy now.”
Iridis thought about this for a while, propping himself up against the headboard. The castle interior was pale with moonlight and the conversation between him and Pinkie felt so calm and important.

“Pinkie,” he began, cocking his head, “I’m not sure what to say, but I do see what you’re getting at. I think I will probably, with your permission, need to tell Fluttershy what happened.”

“That’s ok,” she whispered, managing a weak smile, “buglet, can I share a little secret with you?” She was one of the only ones apart from Fluttershy who ever called him that.

The moon was full, the air cold, the softness of Luna’s breathing was soothing - it was now the perfect time to share a secret and he nodded.

“Luna and I have been having, well, a kind of ‘special’ friendship,” Pinkie admitted, “thing is I always dream lucidly, and I’ve always known when she was watching, even when she didn’t know it herself. So I, well, I started making the dreams a bit more, well, sexy. When it first started I liked the idea of her thinking she was a voyeur; then of course eventually she figured it all out. Oh buglet, it was… wonderful,” she let out a soft little throaty sigh and Iridis suddenly felt a wave of love surge inside her, “it still is.”

It might have been awkward for Iridis to hear all this, but when he sensed the fullness of Pinkie’s feelings, her affection for Luna and the glow as she contemplated what must have been years and years of erotic adventures: he found himself smiling and closing his eyes.

Pinkie continued, “we did so much together in the dreams, never talking about it to anypony else, even each other when we were awake. I think maybe she wanted this to happen, to let somepony else know what was going on. I’m sure she wanted us to talk about it.”

“I know how you feel Pinkie, I can sense iit,” he smiled feeling something so wonderful and beautiful in her.

“Iridis,” she said, now taking on a grave tone, “Sunny Shade isn’t too different from me. I’m a pony of extremes, and Celestia knows I’ve got my own ummm problems. Thing is though the way I am, it’s the right balance. Sure it’s half parody sometimes, but it works for me. It stops me getting too self-indulgent - stops me getting my head shoved up my own ass, do you know what I mean?”

“Yes I do,” he whispered - he’d heard about some of Pinkie’s unfortunate incidents with what was effectively psychosis - the birthday incident came to mind, as well as the collection of inanimate objects she had been conversing with.

“Sunny hasn’t made any progress on this, and he’s pretty old. He’s really hurting buglet, I mean really hurting. I can guarantee you that a big part of this is going to come down to sex. He may not say it but he’s knotted up about it. The way you were, you know the way you talked to me about your guilt at feeling ‘hungry’. It’s like that with him, but worse, he’s frustrated, angry and hungry and he has none of the tools to deal with it.”

He blinked and looked at her with newfound respect, “you’re incredibly wise Pinkie,” he complimented.

“I try,” she blushed.

He looked out of the window for a moment, then turned back to Pinkie who was looking ahead, “Pinkie, I’m going to fly back to Fluttershy’s now, I think maybe you should have a little talk with Luna, right now.”

She gasped, “oh but, no, I can’t.”

“Yes you can Pinkie, I’m sure this whole ‘test’ was some way of bringing you two together, as well as training me. Luna is just waiting for you to reach out. Gosh I can feel the need in you strongly enough,” he pressed, “really it’s not right for you to keep this bottled up in you, go to her Pinkie.”

“She’s a princess,” Pinkie objected, “what if she gets angry?”

“She won’t,” the changeling asserted, softly, “she’s waiting for you too, I’m sure I sensed it earlier but I wasn’t sure what it was. Just do it Pinkie, get into bed with her, wrap your hooves around her, tell her how you feel.”

“Ok,” Pinkie said, nervously, “thank you buglet.”

Iridis slunk out of bed very quietly and tip trotted to the window, he looked back once and nodded at Pinkie as she sat up in bed in the gloom, then he jumped out of the castle bottoming out into a smooth glide, relishing the rush of evening air.

Alone now with the softly sleeping Luna, Pinkie took a very deep breath and slid smoothly out of the covers, like a seal. She quietly made her way over to Luna and stood above the princess, unsure for a moment. Why did this feel so hard? They had spent so so many times together in their dreams, and she had indulged Luna’s every possibly fantasy, as far as she could. How could they be so close and yet so distant?

Inhaling once more she paused in indecision, then slowly lifted one corner of the sheets and slipped into bed with Luna. She was now facing Luna’s front, lying there close to her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, the cute little sounds she made when she exhaled, smelling her scent. It felt so right, just being there next to her.

Luna opened her eyes, she was still for a moment then bolted ever so slightly.

“Pinkie!” she exclaimed shaking off the drowsiness, “what are you doing?”

“Something I should have done, WE should have done, a long time ago…” the earth pony said, dreamily and with a low needy voice, “I can’t keep doing this Luna, I need more...”

The princess stared down at Pinkie - she had never seen her tone so serious and so full of feelings- but yet her hair still in its voluminous state. Here she was now, just inches from Luna, wrapped under the same sheets, sharing the same bed, sharing the same warmth from both their bodies. The sweetness of her smell mingled with her own scent. Pinkie was still a little bit sweaty from being nestled tightly under her own covers and it had brought out all the irresistible overtones of her femininity and her arousal.

After all the years of their secret little arrangement, unspoken for the most part, the desire to be close had built up so much that now it couldn’t be held back. It was as though, suddenly everything in Luna burst and she felt each erogenous zone on her body tingle and ignite in a heated frenzy that was almost painful. She had never felt herself become so wet so quickly and she swore her labia and clitoris puffed up to what felt like the size of her hoof - feeling impossibly heavy as though they would weigh her down if she moved. Something started on her lower back by her croup and radiated out like a sonic rainboom, travelling down until even her hooves tingled with delicious anticipation.

Luna grabbed Pinkie with a ferocity that actually frightened her and pulled her into the deepest, most messy, rushed and passionate kiss that either of the two had ever had. Their tongues danced together torridly, violently until they realised they had forgotten to breath. Separating for a moment, drawing in desperate lungfuls of air their mouths smacked together again to resume their frenching.

It wasn’t enough, they needed to be closer.

“On, on my face… my face… Pinkie!” Luna blurted, finding it hard to form the words but Pinkie understood what she meant and what she needed.

There was nothing delicate about what then transpired, both moved by a drive like nothing they had ever felt as Pinkie desperately maneuvered herself to get into position. The covers entangled and frustrated the pair and they hastily cast them aside, finally unencumbered. Now atop Luna, facing away from her, Pinkie squatted and waited for the princess to give the signal. It wasn’t long coming and reaching out with her hooves Luna seized ahold of Pinkie’s flank and wrestled her back hard until her full weight bore down on the princess’s muzzle.

“Ahahhahah!” Pinkie cried, a huge smile spreading across her face - quickly replaced with the strained look of pleasure as she felt welcome attentions down there between her hind legs.
Luna nuzzled herself hard between Pinkie’s puffy labia, pushing into the wet softness, overcome with the perfume and finally letting her tongue explore where it wished.

She swirled it up and down over the proudness of the clitoris, pressing and rubbing in circles there before exploring further down, hitting a rush of sweet pungent wetness as she felt the tip sink into the opening. Pinkie’s tail stiffened into a quivering plume, bringing her sunken tailhole out into view at bit, spasming as she shook with sensation.

“Don’t, umm, forget to, umm breath…” Pinkie advised, her tongue hanging out as she sat upon royalty, her little purrs of pleasure echoing around the room. She looked down, breathless and saw at the end of the bed Luna’s own breasts, perky now with arousal - and her vagina being rubbed and stimulated by magic; the telltale glow was causing very thick shadows to dance across the room. It was just as well Luna could helper herself, the two were of a sufficiently different size that the earth pony would not be able to reach down there from where she was.

Both were sweating now in the cold air, bothered and breathless and frustrated at the same time. It had been too long to sit on those feelings, too long to relegate them to a half-spoken night time treat. It was now all they could do to be as close as possible but it still didn’t feel like enough.

“Your princess wants to be in you!” Luna cried, pushing Pinkie up, hooves sinking into her fat backside as she withdrew for a moment so as to speak and breath. A trail of their passionate mix glistening in the moonlight, drawing a little line like spider silk from Pinkie’s sex right to the tip of Luna’s tongue.

“What do you mean?” Pinkie asked a little unclear.

“My horn, my horn, in you, now!” Luna gasped, “carefully though, carefully Pinkie ok, carefully…”

Although it was much effort the two calmed down sufficiently to aim the apex of Luna’s glowing horn right at Pinkie’s opening. They both gasped at the first touch, then bit by bit, slowly but surely Pinkie sat back down. The tapered smoothness of the horn made entry very easy indeed and it was a little while before Pinkie began to feel filled, but it happened soon enough.

“Tingles… oooh” Pinkie moaned as she finally took a seat once again, “never umm thought I’d ever try this, feels good, feel OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

Suddenly she felt a tickling and attention inside her she’d never felt before, not even from the times she’d been with stallions. Luna was clearly doing something magical, something that felt like every inch of her insides around that stiff horn were being massages attentively by thousands of tiny tongues.

Impaled and happy, dribbing with pleasure and moaning sweety, Pinkie began to move up and down, bouncing in place until a rhythm was established, pressing Luna’s head repeatedly into the soft pillow. The way they were arranged now meant she could see the tip of Luna’s muzzle pushing up between her legs, the Princess’s tongue panting involuntarily.

“Oh Pinkie,” Luna moaned, “oh gosh, it’s going to happen…”

She could feel the tender walls of her friend rubbing up and down over the shy ridges of her long alicorn horn, stimulating the glowing organ until it felt on fire. Without warning Luna grabbed Pinkie once again and held her down, firmly, the tip of the long proboscis actually flirting with her cervix.

The earth pony was in truth not entirely sure what would happen next, but when it did it was wonderful. Something exploded in her, and it felt like nothing she’d felt before. The closest her delirious mind could compare it to was perhaps one of the first times she’d tried icing, yes that was it, it felt like she was being filled with sugary cream, tingling sugary cream.

She wasn’t far from the truth and the magical emission soon started to splurt violently from where the two met, covering Luna’s mane, the pillow the bed sheets, getting painted all over Pinkie’s backside. With a final cry Pinkie arched her back to the point of pain, and then collapsed forward finally releasing Luna and falling downwards until her head rested on the alicorn’s belly.

Luna let her head sink back into the pillow and the two stayed there for a while, barely able to move.

Finally it was Luna who broke the silence, singing in a very weak voice “and the reason is to sit on your friends!” she giggled then blushed a deep red, astounded at what had just happened.

Pinkie turned her head slightly, trailing sticky fingers of white magical ‘icing’ with her from where it had run down Luna’s body and got stuck in her hair.

“Not bad Luna,” Pinkie complimented, meekly and sweetly, “but you’re a little out of tune.”

And so as Iridis returned to Fluttershy and Luna and Pinkie fell asleep in each other’s arms another pony was having the same horrible nightmare again.

Sunny tossed and turned in his temporary bed in Sweet Apple Acres, panting and sweating.

Deep inside the bubble of his dream, deep in the interior something ugly delighted in his torment, tugging on the filaments, exposing his deepest fears and relishing his misery. The ghastly form seemed amorphous, but then for just a moment it manifested something like a pony’s head and mane - chuckling malevolently.

“You thought I was gone didn’t you. But I’ll soon show you what the meaning of a true nightmare is. You may have overcome me before I could realise my full potential, but I have been patient. Plotting, learning and growing. When I finally do escape perhaps I’ll even keep Sunny Shade as a pet, he’s been most useful, and delicious.

“I’m coming for you Luna, I’m coming to take what I couldn’t last time. I’m stronger than you now.

“I’m coming to get you, dear mother!”

To be continued………………..