Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene

Dream a little Dream of me

Aryanne stretched as she sat at her mother’s home. Her mother, a powerful mare in her own right, had left this home to her. It was all that was left of the mare who helped sculpt her to be the mare she was today. She held the guitar her father played in her hands. Her fingers finding the cords to make the song of her Motherland. Slowly its sweet melody drifted over the snow capped mountains. It was what she hoped, it was the place she longed for, and that made her realize it was a dream.

The home was hers, but she hadn’t been there in years. Her father, Weiches Herz, was still alive, and he played his music to help cover the costs of living alone without her mother. She didn’t go home because despite her views on stallions, he was her father, and she wanted him to have the dignity of at least being able to make it on his own. She felt somepony watching her, and a smile crossed her lips.

“Prinzessin Luna, Welcome to Germaneigh, home of the Nationalist Party,” she said before she turned to not only see Luna, but Celestia as well. She grinned at them both.

“Sie haben Pläne, ja?”

Luna smiled, “Ja, Ich haben Pläne.”

The scenery changed once more to Aryanne’s old room. The bed was similar, but it was larger. Easily it was three times the size it had been. To her credit Aryanne didn’t question. She knew the Princess of the Night’s abilities, and she knew this was well within her realm of abilities. Instead she began to remove her uniform.

The heavy coat she so loved, her symbol of authority was the first to fall. Here in Germaneigh she was the very voice of the law. The Führer was the one who ruled. Her voice was the one that Aryanne obeyed, but all others followed Aryanne’s command. She felt the symbol of her authority slip and fall. She unfastened the belt that held her crossbow, darts, and spell jars and sat it aside. Finally she removed her shirt. She felt the Princesses’ eyes on her, and a soft red blush crossed her muzzle.

Being a General often did not lend itself to making one more accessible to the opposite sex. Most of the mares under her command had often given her lustful eyes, but she did not enjoy their flesh. One simply did not sleep with those they commanded. It was… unseemly. But sleeping with a potential ally, yes, that was acceptable. She unfastened her bra, and let it slip off of her shoulders, down into her hands that were still holding the cups of her bra against her chest. She lowered them, allowing the Princesses to see her well defined breasts. For an Earth Pony she felt they were on the smaller side. There had been a rumor that somewhere in her family line was a Vogel-Pony. Naturally such an insult could not be suffered, and the one who threw it found themselves at the mercy of the Bandits that lived on the other side of the mountain.

Still, she saw no disappointment in either Princesses’ expression, and so she lowered her pants, removed her panties, and moved toward the bed. As far as things went Aryanne was always a very straight forward mare. There was a time and place for everything, and right now she was ready to be rutted. To have two Royals enjoying every inch of her body as she enjoyed theirs. She watched as Luna disrobed, and there, before her, grew a phallus. Her eyes widened as Luna moved toward the bed, and let her newly formed cock touch Aryanne’s muzzle.

“Are you going to look at it, or are you going to use it?”

Aryanne swallowed. She expected to be treated with respect, to be adored, her body worshiped, and this wasn’t exactly what she expected, but she wasn’t about to show weakness either. Her hand found the cock before her, gently grasping it, and she began to stroke it. Her lips touched the end of it, and Luna let out a soft moan as she felt Aryanne’s mouth cover the tip of her cock. She expected to feel her suck it, to feel the wonderful feeling of a tongue working on her newly formed cock, but instead Aryanne’s cheeks puffed out.

She was about to ask what Aryanne was doing when it sounded like somepony passing gas. She looked down at Aryanne in confusion, “What is that?”

“Was ist was?” Aryanne asked.

Luna sighed, “You have to suck when you’re giving a blowjob.”

Aryanne looked confused, “Warum nennen es ein schlag job?”

Luna grabbed her head, forcing her muzzle back onto her cock, “Now, suck. Try to imagine a thick milkshake.”

She felt the feeling Aryanne now sucking on her newly formed cock, and she began pulling her down further on her cock, “Good, good, now move your head back and forth. Yes… thou art a natural!”

Aryanne began to feel her wet slit, putting her fingers up into her wanting pussy, enjoying the feeling of the Princess of the Night getting off on getting her cock sucked. She felt two hands pulling her thighs apart, and she felt a tongue licking her pussy. She moaned onto the cock she was sucking, loving the feeling, her crystal blue eyes blinked coyishly at Luna as she continued to bob her head up and down her cock. She felt the tongue that was currently inside of her pussy touching her in just the right places. Then she felt that body shift. Something touched her, something huge, and her eyes widened as she felt it beginning to push into her. She started to draw back, but Luna’s hands went to the back of her head.

“Thou art not done yet!”

“Mmmph!” she exclaimed as she felt the huge cock press into her. It was so impossibly large. It slid further and further into her until she felt it at her womb, but it wasn’t done. There was more of it outside of her.

She felt the hips pull back, and then it slammed forward. She grunted onto the cock in her mouth. The cock was pressing against her cervix, trying to make it give way. She grunted and moaned until she felt it slip into her Cervix. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open wider, and she almost screamed until Luna pushed her cock deeper into her muzzle.

It was practically at the back of her throat and Aryanne realized that this was something that she had to prove herself for. They would not find the Heerführer of Germaneigh’s Nationalist Army weak. She would take their cocks, their rough rutting, and she would rut them just as hard. She felt two hands on her cutie marks, the pink hearts with the symbol of her country in the center of them covered by the hands.

She also felt the touch of magic on her breasts. It felt like a tongue gently licking her nipples, teasing them, and she found herself moaning more with pleasure instead of grunting with displeasure and pain. She felt the cock inside of her pussy going nice and steady. It was almost as if the Pony doing this wasn’t frantic, but instead they were enjoying themselves. Luna had began to take the same mentality, until she heard the voice.

“Luna, do you think that we’ve spent enough time taking it easy on her?”

Her eyes widened at that question, “Yes beloved, I believe we have, what shall we do?”

“I have an idea,” the stallion’s voice said as she felt magic around her head pulling her off of Luna’s cock. Suddenly she was pushed forward, “Get up there,” the voice commanded.

She couldn’t explain why, but she liked the confident voice commanding her. She moved up and felt the cock in her pussy pulling out. She felt Luna’s slip into her, his pressed against her tailhole.

“Warten Sie, gehen Sie einfach. Ich habe noch nie einen genommen.”

She felt the hesitation, “Beloved, she said she’s never had one there. It is a virgin Tailhole for you.”

She felt a body against her, a soft kiss on her cheek, a gentle nibble on her ear, “I’ll start gentle. I promise.”

She felt him move back, and his cock pressed into her tailhole. She grunted as she felt Luna’s moving into her pussy at the same time. She felt him inside now, and she flinched. True to his word he was going slow, letting her get use to it, and then she saw a large white phallus. She looked up at Celestia, who had taken time to grow cock. She felt it against her lips, and she opened her mouth taking it into her muzzle.

“Lulu, she’s good at this.”

“I know… but she isn’t as tight as I’d hoped,” Luna complained.

“Lulu, she just had Bumble inside of her.”

Aryanne couldn’t believe they were so casually discussing her until she felt the cock in her tailhole finish bottoming out in her.

“I don’t know… She’s tight…” the stallion, Bumble, said.

“Then, let us enjoy her.”

She felt Bumble pull back, and then slam into her again. Each time he pulled back a little more until he was nearly completely out of her. She felt him thrusting into her in one movement each time. As he dove into her, Luna would pull out, letting the feeling of them pistoning into her in time drive her mad with need. Never had Aryanne brought herself this far with her toys. She’d never experienced this, never felt another Pony’s touch like this, and now there was there lovers for her to experience.

She felt them moving faster, harder, their cocks filling, and she couldn’t help it. The need flooded her brain and she began to orgasm all over the Princess of the night. She felt her rectum grasping Bumble, and she sucked harder on the Princess of the Sun.

“Fick mich! Fick mich schwerer!” she screamed as she pulled away from Celestia’s newly formed cock.

She felt her orgasm ride out, and then she fell limp. Yet they weren’t done with her. She felt them using her, rutting her, making her body theirs, all of theirs, for hours. Finally she felt all but Bumble pull out of her. When he did, his still hard cock slid out of her tailhole with a pop.

She looked at the cock before her, the one that belonged to this gray stallion. She licked it, tasing her own tailhole, his essence, and she took him into her mouth. She looked up at him, realizing that a Unicorn had just made her feel the way she felt. There was two parts of her. Two thoughts that fought. The first was the thought that her mother had brought her up believing. That the other tribes only existed to be used by Earth Ponies. That it was them, it was the Earth Ponies, that grew food, that moved mountains, that was able to make the ground give the life giving goods all ponies needed to survive. Then there was the other part that she realized was the truth she wanted to accept.

This stallion had made her feel sexy, wanted, and desirable. He treated her like a mare, no, like his mare, and she wanted him. With that thought she began to clean his cock. She sucked it as if there was no tomorrow, and she enjoyed feeling his hands on her golden mane. When she was finished she looked up at him.

“Do you want to join our herd?”

She considered it for a moment, a smile crossing her muzzle, “To be with du, ja.”

He smiled, “There are all three tribes in the herd, I will not tolerate any belittling of them, do you understand?”

She nodded, “Ja.”

“If you do, I will know.”

She kissed him, “I will be good.”

He smiled, “Then when you wake up, find me, and I will do this in the waking world.”

She felt the world dissolved around her, and she sat up in her bed. She touched the wet spot and realized that she had orgasmed hard. She would find Bumble, she would rut his brains out, and then she join his herd. It would cement the alliance with Equestria and more importantly it allowed her the chance to be something she couldn’t be in Germaneigh. She could be just a mare.

Author's Note

(AN: A nice tie in with Celestia the Broodmare. Yes, Aryanne has joined the herd. Inspiration for this chapter came from two sources. The first was the Song, Dream a little Dream of me, and the second was Flammenwerfer's Parallel's.

Naturally, I tried make sure that Aryanne stayed pretty much in character, as much as one could imagine her character was like, and I wanted to show that she was capable of accepting change. As for the song, please, go give it some love.

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