A Dreamy Encounter

by dirty little secret

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Pipsqueak, Slice of Life, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn
Length: 5880

Princess Luna never lets a wet dream go to waste.

Princess Luna never lets a wet dream go to waste ... or at least that's the conclusion a teenage Pipsqueak has to come to after one amazing encounter in the middle of the night, one which may or may not have been just his own imagination the whole time.

Cover image by kc day.
Fan sequel: After The Dream by kalash93

Published 2016-12-22 22:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-12-22 22:10:01 UTC

Make a Wish and Dream Good Dreams

My name is Pipsqueak, though it doesn't seem to fit me all that well anymore, not after I finally hit my growth spurt. The important thing, though, is that I've never really had much of a way with mares ... not in a romantic sense, at least. I always seemed to get too choked up, my hooves would shake, and I'd just start sputtering whenever I tried to talk to one, unless I could avoid thinking about her that way – which wasn't often.

And I was a virgin for the longest time, even after I'd graduated from school. I guess maybe technically I still am? ... I'm not sure.

How can I be unsure if I'm really a virgin or not? I guess I should explain. It started with a dream I had, one clear summer night a few weeks ago...

* * *

I awoke – or so I thought – slowly, rolling groggily out of bed. One glance at the sun shining in my window told me that I was late for school, very late. It was the kind of dream where you dream of yourself waking up, without actually waking up. If I'd really been awake, I would have realized that I graduated months ago, and that my apprenticeship at the shipyards wouldn't start until months later, but in my dream-hazed state, the only thing that mattered was my sudden panic at running late.

And not only was I late, I realized with a sinking dread in my gut, I'd somehow gone to sleep without doing the night's homework! With frantic, groggy haste, I shuffled through saddlebags full of school papers. They were all a blur, but I kept looking through them over and over. I couldn’t read any of them, but somehow I knew that none of the ones I was looking through were the right one.

Aw, Miss Cheerilee was going to flunk me for sure, now! Maybe she could excuse another tardy appearance, or maybe she could give me a little extra credit work to make up for the missed assignment... But she'd never forgive me for both at the same time.

All the stress of the last time she'd taken me aside to talk about 'taking my schoolwork seriously' came rushing back through me, making my heart pound. I rifled through the seemingly endless stack of papers even faster, but still none of them were the homework I was supposed to already have done.

A knock came at my bedroom door.

“I... I'm almost ready, Mom!” I lied through the door. Without thinking about it, I kept at my paper shuffling, for some reason sure that I would find the paper I needed if I just looked hard enough ... even though I hadn't read a single word on any of the pages so far. It felt like I'd know it as soon as I touched it, though I couldn’t remember quite what it looked like.

“But I am not your mother,” the voice from behind the door said. And, yes, it actually sounded nothing at all like her.

The door opened, and in walked none other than Princess Luna. Tall, dark, and stately, with her mane billowing and glittering in an unseen breeze.

I went back to my single-minded pursuit of the missing homework in the infinite pile of messy papers inside my saddlebags. For some reason, I thought nothing of seeing her royal highness in my bedroom. It didn't register in my mind at all.

“Be still, Pipsqueak,” the Princess said. “You seek relief from what troubles you, but it is not to be found in those saddlebags. Instead, you must remember.”

“Remember?” I paused for a moment, my hooves still in the saddlebags. “Remember what?”

“You must remember it yourself, for if I say it, you will not hear.”

That didn't make any sense at all, but I did make an effort to remember. Slowly, like a reluctant flower opening under the moonlight, it came back to me. I wasn't in school anymore ... so I wasn't late for anything, and there wasn't any homework to find. When I looked back down at the saddlebags, they were empty.

“There, is that not better?”

I looked over at her, and only then did I begin to realize just who she was. I hastily bowed down low. “Your Highness!”

“Please, there is no need for that.” She was in front of me without seeming to have moved, and she lifted my chin up off the floor with her hoof. “And you may simply call me Luna.”

“Why...?” Struggle as I might for a polite way to say it, nothing occurred to me. Eventually I just blurted out, “Why are you here?”

She didn't seem to take any offense. “Your dreams have been troubled of late, Pipsqueak. You have been carrying a great burden of anxiety.”

How did she know my name? Blurry memories tried to come forward from my memory, of a Nightmare Night long ago, but they couldn’t quite make it through the haze in my head. Why couldn’t I remember? Because I just woke up, I supposed. “Oh...” I thought back over what had just happened, though even that was indistinct. “Thank you for that, I guess. There's no reason I should have been panicking over homework. I remember that now.” I looked back down at the saddlebags, only to find that they were now gone as well. They were on the shelf above my desk, where I'd put them after the school year was over. Of course they were, that was their spot.

“I am afraid that is not enough, for it is not the true source of you anxiety.” She looked into me with deep azure eyes that seemed to know every secret I ever kept. “If I leave now, you will find your future dreams just as vexing.”

“But I feel fine now. I know there's nothing to worry about.” For the life of me, I couldn’t understand what she was getting at.

“Perhaps if you recalled the last time you felt helplessly nervous...?”

I stood and blinked at her, but nothing came to me. I shrugged.

My eyes faded closed, and when I opened them, I was sitting on the edge of my bed. Luna was right in front of me, uncomfortably close. She leaned even closer, looming over my body as I instinctively bent away from her. She was so close to me now, her forelegs braced on either side of my hips. The little gap of warm air between us tingled with a strange, almost electric energy just barely held back.

“L-lu... Princess Lu—” I couldn't breathe; hairs stood on end all over my body. My mouth fumbled for words, but my brain was being crushed in a vice of panic and wouldn’t supply them.

I could feel her hot breath as she whispered into my ear, “Is there something wrong, Pip?”

I choked, my whole body going into a trembling spasm. My teeth clenched closed ... I felt like I was going to explode from the pressure inside of me.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, that I really was going to die right then and there, Princess Luna backed away to a more comfortable distance. I could finally breathe again, and I took in deep gasps of air ... it was still rich with her sweet scent. I wiped a hoof across my face to try and clear the sudden cold sweat – that turned out to be difficult, since I was still trembling so much.

“Yes indeed,” the Princess murmured, as if speaking only for herself. “I had suspected that relations with mares was the source of your anxiety, and now I have confirmed that suspicion.”

“I – I don't have any—”

“Shush.” Luna silenced me with a raised hoof. “There is no shame in such nervousness, for it is common among young stallions such as yourself. Nor is there shame in what you secretly desire, for that is in the nature of us all.”

Finally beginning to calm down a little, I sat on my bed and waited for her to explain.

“I find that a compulsive fear of interacting with the opposite sex usually stems from the overly high expectations of inexperience, or from a fear of rejection ... which comes from a feeling of being undesirable.” She looked at me and gave the slightest hint of a smile as her eyelids drifted half-closed. “We shall assuage both sources of anxiety tonight, if you are willing.”

My heart started thundering in my chest again, even though I wasn't sure why.

“Pipsqueak, will you allow me to help you overcome your fears?”

I couldn't speak. My lips felt paralyzed... But I did manage a little bit of a nod.

“Excellent.” She came close to me, not quite as close as last time, but it was still enough to make my heart feel strangled all over again. “Let us begin.”

“P-princess, I'm not—”

Luna reached up and touched her hoof lightly to my cheek. That tender touch jolted through me like a hot spark; it made my whole body jerk upward a little. Her hoof traced down my jawline and lifted my chin up, making me look straight into her face. “Be at ease,” she said. “There is no danger here, nor is there any judgment. You must surrender your fear.”

I gulped and nodded, but I still felt my fur buzzing with nervous ... excitement?

Smiling, she moved closer still, and our bodies touched. She slid forward over my chest and rested her cheek against mine.

Her fur was like electric silk, and the warmth of her body poured over mine. I'd never been so close to any mare, much less one so incredibly beautiful. Her softly glowing mane draped over her neck and across my nose – it smelled of exotic flowers ... jasmine, maybe? I shuddered as I felt her warm breath against the base of my ear. And ... and I began to feel a reaction for the first time with her, a slowly building pressure between my legs. I knew I had to stop that, hide it. The last time this had happened in front of a mare had been the most embarrassing moment of my life – I couldn't allow it to happen with a princess.

“How does this feel, Pip?” Her lips tickled my ear.

My self-control problem was getting worse. Oh Goddess, it was probably bulging out of my sheath already! If I wasn't careful, she'd feel it against her belly. “I... I'm...”

“Hold me.”

Her words washed cool over my overheating body, and I would never disobey a princess. I took my hooves from where they'd been solidly planted on the bedsheets, and I wrapped them around Princess Luna's back. She was so warm ... and I could feel the smooth, supple curves of her back through her soft fur. Just like a pegasus, she had extra layers of fine-curving muscles there, and they trembled a little at my touch.

Luna's wings unfurled, and she wrapped them around the back of my head as she pulled her neck away from me just a little ... just enough so she could softly touch her muzzle to mine. Our lips touched and ... oh wow, we were kissing! I'd never kissed a mare before ... this was my first kiss! What if I got it wrong? The Princess would hate me if I screwed this up, I was sure. I'd never kiss another mare again, and after feeling her supple lips against mine, I wanted to kiss again! Her lips parted slightly, and I felt the slight pressure of her tongue. Did she expect me to...? My mind shot back to some ponies I'd once secretly watched making out in the park. Yes, that must be it! Suddenly, I opened my mouth wide and gave Princess Luna my tongue, slathering her everywhere I could reach until—

She pulled away sharply, then froze, blinking at me. I froze as well, in sudden horror. She smiled and wiped her mouth with one of her primary feathers. “Well, you could certainly use a little practice ... and far more subtlety, but at least you have no lack of enthusiasm.”

I felt my face burning red hot. I wanted desperately to look away from her, but with her wings wrapped around my head and her hooves around my back, she basically surrounded me at this point.

“Here, let us try again. Proceed slowly, be gentle, and simply follow my lead.”

This time, when Luna kissed me again, I melted into the simple pleasure of her lips and her embrace, still keenly feeling her body press against mine. But this time, when she ventured her tongue, I passively allowed my lips to open and let her in. It was only for a moment, but feeling her tongue dance against my own was dazzlingly erotic. When we separated again, I was breathless.

“Better,” she said with a nod. “Though you need not be quite so unresponsive. Let me know you are indeed alive when I kiss you, understand?”

I nodded.

The next kiss finally hit a perfect balance. I was able to simply not think about it, letting myself be absorbed in the divine experience. I abandoned myself to her lips, her tongue, the feeling of her wings brushing softly against my mane. It was utter perfection.

This time, she pulled entirely away from me, standing in front of my bed again. My hooves dragged across her shoulders, begging her not to take my new-found paradise away, but she was strong and stepped back easily. “Not quite perfect, but good. All you need now is a little more practice, and you shall make some lucky mare very happy someday.” Her eyes darted downward, and she flashed me a quick smile.

I still felt a little hazy, so it took me a moment to follow her eyes and look down at my own crotch. When I did, I yelped. Sitting up straight, I rushed to cover myself with my front hooves. Everything had gone wrong now! I'd ruined it!

“Come now,” Luna said. “You need not hide yourself from me. I would look upon you, if you are willing.” She glanced up into my eyes. “For you seem endowed with such a charming staff of life. I should be sorely disappointed if I was never to see it again.”

“You... You want to see it?”

She gave one slow nod, still with her disarming smile.

“I, uh...” I gulped. “Okay.” Tentatively, I pulled my front legs apart again, going slowly and feverishly listening for the admonition I subconsciously expected.

But no scolding or derision came from Princess Luna ... only a barely-audible gasp of delight. “There,” she said, “is that not better?”

I trembled as I sat there, feeling sorely out of place with this magnificent mare staring at my cock. How could she enjoy looking at that thing, with its piebald mottling? It wasn't especially big ... I mean, I'd glimpsed other stallions peeing sometimes, and theirs seemed like they would be bigger than mine. But Luna licked her lips as she stared at it, and she came a little closer. I had to consciously remind myself to breathe. “You ... you're not disgusted with me?”

“Disgusted?” Luna snorted, surprising me with the unladylike sound. “Of course not. You are beautiful.”

Beautiful...? I couldn't fathom it, but very soon I had other things on my mind – Princess Luna was still getting closer. Her trailing mane brushed over my thighs.

“Pri— Lu-luna...?”

She looked up at me, her big eyes sparkling. “Yes, Pip?”

“Are ... are you going to, um...?” I lost my train of thought, looking into those eyes.

She was still moving closer. “Yes, if you allow me.”

My cock bounced upward at the sound of those words in her deep voice, bumping lightly against her cheek.

She giggled softly and looked up at me. “I shall take that as an eager affirmative.”

As my lungs quivered in a failed effort to breathe, she moved her face up and down my length ... not touching, but so close that I could feel the soft caress of her breath on my tender skin. She planted sloppy wet kisses on my belly to either side, leaving lingering patches of warmth on my coat. Each time she did, it made my whole body spasm and jerk.

When she looked up at me and brushed her mane away from her face, my efforts to breathe stopped entirely. My mouth gaped open ... and she opened hers as well. It happened surprisingly quick, and without any fanfare. She simply lowered her head down and took my tip into her mouth, letting me slide a few warm inches inside while her eyes drifted closed.

My breath came back to me in a sudden gasp, and it came out as a shockingly loud moan. I was vaguely worried for a moment that my Mom would hear ... was the door even locked? But when Luna began moving her tongue and gently suckling on my tip, those concerns melted away like they were nothing. She looked up at me again, and smiled around my cock in her mouth. I could see the question in her eyes, 'Do you like this?'

It was far beyond me to force words out of my mouth, but I nodded enthusiastically and moaned in appreciation.

She moaned as well, as she sank deeper. The hum of her sultry voice added even more sensation as my cock slid into her slick throat. And yet, she went deeper still, making little wet noises above her humming moans as she slid up and down, taking more of my length into her every time. Only when her lips kissed against my sheath did she look up at me again, her azure eyes gleaming above my cock hidden inside her mouth. Somehow, she didn't seem uncomfortable at all, even though I had no idea how she could breathe like that. ... Not that I wanted her to stop; I could have stayed like that forever.

It only lasted a moment, though, before she slurped her way back up in one smooth motion. A little strand of spit connected her lips to the tip of my cock, and she flung it away with a twitch of her neck. Before I barely had a chance to feel the cool air on my length, she was back down, lavishing the outside with her tongue and stroking me with the hoof she used to press my shaft against her lips.

Luna made constant eye contact now as she writhed her way down. Her muzzle was getting coated with shiny wetness from her sloppy licking, but she paid it no mind. She just went lower and lower and...

I shivered as she spent a little extra time licking around the rim of my sheath. And she went lower still. While her free hoof kept on stroking me above, she buried her face in my crotch, nuzzling my balls lovingly and giving each of them long, tender licks.

“Mmm, they feel so succulent,” she said, the vibrations of her voice sending tingles from my ballsack all the way up to the nape of my neck. “They must be so full, so ripe for the right mare to finally come and taste your gift.” She spread her lips across one of them, almost managing to take it into her mouth as her tongue played across the tight-stretched skin, then she nuzzled between them and my thigh, letting them drag across her face as her hoof redoubled its efforts in stroking my wet shaft.

Before I could think of any suitable reply, she was back up, dragging one long lick across the front of my cock before plunging down on it again, this time taking the whole thing at once. Her hooves moved to fondle and gently massage my balls as she began bobbing up and down over the base of my cock. Trickles of drool escaped around her lips and made squishing sounds as she pressed against my sheath.

Despite the raging fire of pleasure this was bringing, I was coming back to myself and remembering a dirty magazine Featherweight had shown me once. It had shown two ponies doing something like this, and if I remembered it right, the stallion was supposed to... I reached my hoof up and grabbed the back of Princess Luna's mane, ready to push her down.

Her hoof swatted mine away, and she pulled off of me for a moment to look up reproachfully. “That is most impolite, and I shan't continue unless you relent.” A drop of drool fell from her lips and trailed down the side of my cock.

Taken aback, I nodded jerkily.

That softened her gaze, and she smiled slightly. “Some mares may allow such rough use, if you ask with the utmost politeness, but it adds discomfort to an already uncomfortable act, so you must never do it without permission.” Without waiting for my reply, she took me back into her mouth. Now she went up and down in long, steady strokes. With one hoof she gripped my base with warmly intense pressure, while the other hoof still fondled my balls below, as if trying to coax the cum out of them. The little gulping noises she made as my cock slid in and out of her throat were transfixing ... as was the way her eyes locked on to mine a moment later.

I couldn't last under such treatment. Before long, I was huffing like a marathon runner and my hips were jerking up into her face. “Luna!” I cried out. “Luna, I'm going to—”

She pulled off of me in an instant, and her horn glowed. Magic pinched me cruelly at the base of my cock, making me double over in pain, screaming a strangled and pathetic little growl. My balls churned and ached, but the explosion I was waiting for refused to come.

“I apologize for that,” Luna said, letting her magic slowly fade away. “I know it is extremely uncomfortable.”

I whimpered.

“But I cannot allow you to expend yourself so early – there is much yet for me to teach you.”

When she turned around and lifted her tail, my pain was instantly forgotten, replaced by a new surge of ardent arousal. There ... there... Well, there she was, in all her midnight-blue royal glory. My jaw dropped and my mouth watered as I looked at her ... at everything she had to offer. Pert blue cheeks with her flowing tail raised high above them, each one emblazoned with a pale moon inside a dark splotch that reminded me of my own spots ... only these were symmetrical and perfect in every way. In between those two dark patches ran a thin strip of soft blue fur, and in the middle of that...

There it was, Princess Luna's perfect little blue pussy, bulging out slightly from between her spreading legs. Her slit opened ever so slightly, allowing me a glimpse of hot pink amidst the cool blue. I'd stolen a few glances at mares here and there – any stallion would – but I'd never been able to see a mare's private parts so close-up before. I'd never seen one so wet before, either. The smooth curves of her pussy lips were glossy with the same moisture that now trickled down the curve of her ass, toward her inner thigh. As I stared – fascinated by the sight and unimaginably aroused by the idea that I had permission to look – she winked, the beautiful lips flashing open for a moment as her pink clit flicked outward. It was gone in a moment, leaving a fresh wave of heavy-scented nectar to dribble out. I was suddenly transfixed by that moment, my entire being now focused on one divine purpose: to make that amazing wink happen again.

“I enjoy being admired,” Princess Luna said, looking at me over the curve of her ass, “but I enjoy being touched even more.”

Could I...? It seemed like sacrilege to sully something so gorgeous and enthralling, to touch her with my dirty old hooves. I could never— And then my hoof was caressing the supple curve of her ass. I didn't remember moving, but there it was, tracing the curve of her ass over her cutie mark. Her tail twitched, almost causing another wink ... almost.

“A polite stallion would return the kindness he had just received.”

Did she ... want me to show her my ass? My brain took an embarrassingly long amount of time to finally process it through and figure out what she actually wanted. She had just given me oral sex ... now she expected the same in return. Why had it taken me this long to figure out when it should have been so obvious? I shook my head to clear it, but that just made everything wobbly.

“Well? Are you going to do naught but fondle my posterior?”

She was getting impatient. Thankfully, I'd figured out what to do and the room's wobbling had calmed down. I came closer and took a deep whiff of her scent. This wasn't the ethereal floral aroma of her mane – this was a deep, spicy musk that set off fireworks inside my head and made my fur stand on end. She winked again, and on instinct, I shot forward to lick my tongue across her pink inner flesh.

“Aaah!” Luna jumped a little, and her tail clamped down. “Gently, please! You must begin more slowly ... a mare needs to be warmed up before you go diving straight in for her clitoris like that.” After a moment, her tail slowly rose back up. A thin strand of her juices stuck to it, connecting it to the very bottom of her slit.

This time, I did go in much more gently. I kissed the soft fur of her cheeks before moving in closer, making my kisses wetter and sloppier as they met the smooth skin of her pussy lips. That cute little bulge was so plush and inviting ... but I kept myself in check, forcing myself to give it slow, tender licks even though what I wanted most was to dive in with abandon. I was well-rewarded for my restraint, though, as Luna began winking over and over, spilling her glistening juices onto my tongue as I slowly became more brazen with my licking ... and then suckling.

It was all I could do to hold myself back, and before long, I was abandoning myself to it, slathering her lovely pussy with wet strokes of my tongue, bathing my muzzle in her warm, aromatic nectar. But by then, she must have been ready for it, because she was moaning in time with her winks, and her legs were beginning to tremble.

“Oh, Pip!” she cried out. “Oh Goddess, Pip, I already feel as if... I...”

But I was too far gone to finish her, a slave to my deeper instinct ... and my cock was hard and hungry underneath me. I leapt up onto her back and shoved myself forward, only to have the head of my cock slip around the outside of her ass. I pulled back again, but only managed to push underneath, between her legs. I felt the soft skin of her teats against my shaft, and it drove me mad with desire.

Luna's magic caught me, and instead of letting me thrust madly forward again, she carefully lined me up with her hot entrance. I felt her slick lips wink against the tip of my cock, and I gave up all control as her magic released me. Unthinkingly, I pushed my cock inside her, reveling in the soft heat of her pussy. The very first thrust brought me all the way up to my medial ring.

I stood there a moment, savoring the warm, wet pressure of her inner flesh all around my cock. I could feel her lips winking around the middle of my shaft, and it made me want to shove myself all the way in... But what I was doing finally caught up with me. I was ... I was... My cock was inside a mare's pussy! I was having sex! This was ... this was my virginity, gone. Leaning back a little, I could look down at where my mottled cock disappeared between the gorgeous blue curves of her ass. I was ... really doing it, with a real mare ... for real! It took my breath away and froze me on the spot.

It was Luna's slight whimper that brought me back ... that, and the way she pushed back against me, swallowing my medial ring with a barely-perceptible plop. She looked back at me with lust-greedy eyes.

And as I stared into the beautiful need in her eyes, I slid my hips forward and gave her the rest of my length, everything I had.

Her inner walls trembled around me, and I could feel every bit of her incredible warmth. Slowly, I slid in and out of her, delighting in the matchless feeling of a hot, wet mare gliding over my cock. Luna's legs were almost giving out, and her pussy suckled at my shaft, begging me to fill her before she reached her limit.

I didn't manage that, not quite. She cried out, her throaty voice filling the small room as her pussy squeezed my cock deep inside. I hunched helplessly over her back as her belly convulsed, pulsing her pussy lips in and out over the base of my cock. A sudden wave of wet warmth flooded my crotch, dripping over my balls and dribbling onto the bedroom floor as the Princess lost control of herself around my motionless length.

It went on and on, her pussy convulsing around me, milking me, begging me to release into her ... and I could feel it working. My tip flared out wide, which only spurred more wet pulses from deep inside her. Just as her orgasm finally petered out into a calm plateau, I burst. My cock spasmed in her dreamy tunnel, spilling my pent-up seed deep inside the Princess, streaming straight into her womb. I hadn't even had time to think of pulling out, but the soft moan Luna gave as I poured heavy spurts of myself into her made me glad I hadn't. It was endless, a mighty crescendo that had been held back for far too long, finally given free reign. Even after a splash of white squirted out from between my cock and her pussy lips, gush after gush kept flowing through me, into her deepest desire.

Finally, though, I was completely spent. I collapsed down onto Luna's back, sweaty and trembling, as the last little twitches and dribbles worked themselves out. I let my softening cock rest inside her wonderful warmth, savoring it all I could.

She looked back at me and grinned her elegantly impish grin. “Well done, Pip. Well done. I just need you to do one more thing...”

I blinked at her, feeling suddenly drowsy, but determined to do anything – anything – she asked of me.

“I need you to wake up.”

* * *

I awoke with a start – truly awoke – and tasted something salty on my lips. When I looked down, I saw that I'd squirted cum all over my own chest as I slept, and some of it had even gone up far enough to get into my mouth! I spat it out immediately and wiped my mouth with the back of my hoof. My recently-spent cock lay heavy on my belly, slowly retreating into its sheath.

It... it had all been a dream? I looked around the room. It was still dark, in the middle of that same clear summer night, not even closet to morning, and the full moon shone brightly through my window. And ... and I saw Luna's face in it! She smiled at me!

I shook my head and looked again, and she was gone ... just the ordinary moon, just as it had always looked since the defeat of Nightmare Moon.

Taking a deep breath, I carefully slid out of my bed to grab a tissue and clean myself up. Thankfully, the night had been warm, and I was sleeping on top of the sheets, so I mostly only needed to clean my own fur. As I wiped myself down, my mind was elsewhere. Was that really just a wet dream? It had seemed to realistic... But as I thought back over it, the dreamlike elements were unavoidable – I had definitely been dreaming. But yet, Princess Luna was known to visit ponies' dreams at night. Could she have visited my dream and done ... that with me? Seeing her smile in the moon would seem to confirm that ... but I had only seen it for a moment, and I had still been half-asleep. Had I just imagined that? Even if she had visited me in a dream, did that really mean I wasn't a virgin anymore? Did it even count if it was just in a dream, even if it was with a real mare who shared that dream? I hadn't physically done it with a mare, after all... But I sure felt like I'd done it. But what if it wasn't even the real Luna in my dream ... what if she had just been a figment of my imagination, an echo of that Nightmare Night long ago? And how could I ever find out? It wasn't as if I could just walk up to Princess Luna and ask if she'd fucked me in my dreams.

With a clean-enough coat, I flopped back into my bed and gave the ceiling a frustrated growl. It was so confusing!

I didn't get a single minute more of sleep that night – I spent the whole time tossing and turning, remembering that dream, wondering what it meant for me...

And I never did find out if that was just a regular wet dream, or if it was something more. Nor did I ever have any more dreams of Luna, none that I remembered after waking up, anyway. But it did change me ... now I at least have the confidence to talk to mares without choking on my own tongue. Why, just yesterday I finally worked up the courage to ask Scootaloo out on a date! Let's hope that goes well ... I'll never forget my night with Luna, but it left me longing for more.

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