“Where… where am I?” Feather asked, and despite the lowness of her voice, it echoed across the emptiness that surrounded her.

“Dreaming,” came an immediate reply, in the form of a voice Feather was all too familiar with.

“L-Luna? Is that you?” Feather directed towards the sky… ceiling? Wherever the singular beam of light that shone upon her came from.

“We are here,” Luna answered, simply, echoing.

“Where?”

“Everywhere,” she answered, and Feather was certain she could feel the shrug that accompanied the answer. “Dreams art our demesne after all.”

Feather frowned. “But how can I be sure that I’m actually speaking to the real… you? You could just be dream Luna, not real Luna, right?”

Luna’s chuckle echoed across the void. “Because, our sweet, not even thou can fathom the depth of our love for thee. Any conjuration of us that thy dream create, will be but a pale imitation,” spoke matter-of-factly, “we have watched, on occasion, thy in splendid slumber. We art most surprised to us play a part in them in some nights.”

“Well, I’m happy you’re flattered,” Feather answered, wearing a slight smile, before it faltered. “W-wait, aren’t you supposed to be planning a date?”

“…Thou dost dream of pirates at quite an usual frequency. We were most amused to see our likeness in such attire,” Luna remarked, her tone betraying her humour at the sight.

Feather’s eye twitched, ignoring the obvious detour from her own observation, and she cringed. “Y-you saw that?”

“…Perhaps our dalliance into observing thy dreams is more frequent than we thought,” Luna mused, her smirk sounding a lot closer than her voice. “But now we are happy to take part. Surprise!”

“Ah!” Feather exclaimed, startled, Luna’s voice sounded right next to her ear, and she fell backwards on her reactionary pivot. “Where’d you come from?”

Luna giggled. “We were everywhere, now we are here. Art thou confused? That expression looketh most adorable upon thy features,” Luna spoke coyly, looking down upon the fallen mare.

Feather grumbled from her position on the ground, her fetlocks curled close to her chest as she blushed. “Startled more than confused.”

“Hmm, perhaps we should surprise thee more often then, if only to look upon such a precious face,” Luna teased, smiling as she began to walk around the mare.

“Then it wouldn’t be ‘precious’ then, would it?” Feather muttered as she climbed back onto her hooves, before adopting a genuine expression of confusion upon seeing what Luna was doing. “What are you doing?”

“Hmm, this could be better,” Luna commented to nopony in particular, looking out into the void that surrounded them. “We usually see our subjects go mad with their imaginations within the confines of a dream that is lucid.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Feather was awash with questions. “I’m in a lucid dream right now?”

“Of course,” Luna answered, glancing back at her. “We can bestow it to whomever we desire. It makes for a most entertaining watch… even if it does devolve into debauchery,” Luna ended sourly, before her frown turned into a smile. “That is why we oft bestow such a thing to foals. Theirs is an innocent sort of hedonism. Involving sweets, wingless flight and the only the occasional rampage.”

“…What did you mean by ‘could be better?’” she asked after a moment of silence, head tilted.

“Oh, we meant no offence, sweet. The mind oft puts a pony in a setting most familiar before lucid machinations take place. This is simply… empty,” Luna elucidated, brow arched. “But, we suppose it makes this all the more fun,” she grinned, turning to look at Feather proper.

“What to do mean?” Feather asked, finding the grin the princess wore somewhat unsettling, noticing the giddy quivering of the monarch’s hooves.

“Just alike our night sky, this realm if thy canvas,” she gestured with a large sweeping motion, glint in her eye. “So we bade thee to paint! Conjure scenery, forge ponies as if from clay! Allow thy imagination to run rampant!”

“O-okay,” Feather blurted, a little taken back by Luna’s enthusiasm. “Umm…” she began, looking around, trying to picture the pitch blackness of the expanse as anything but. She concentrated, her face tightening as she tried to will something, anything, in to being. Her face gradually turned into ever brightening shades of red, until a breath escaped her. “I can’t do it,” she told Luna, facing her.

Luna rolled her eyes. “Of course not. Thou try too hard to paint a picture. Art comes naturally to the soul, does it not? Empty thy mind, close thy eyes, and allow it to come to thee naturally,” Luna instructed, coming a step closer.

Feather exhaled through her nostrils sharply before complying, shutting her eyes and simply stood there waiting. Moments passed, seconds seamed to stretch into minutes, before the mare was strict with impatience. “I can’t do it.” She reiterated, keeping her eyes closed.

“Empty thy thoughts,” Luna instructed, and Feather heard a clop to accompany her words.

“That’s the hard part.”

“Maybe we could help…” Luna offered quietly, another step followed. Feather could feel the princess’ warmth, and she heard some shifting in front of her; and felt a small breath at the end of the end of her muzzle.

“H-how… mmph!”

A kiss, apparently was the solution the princess had in mind. Feather gave no resistance to her majesty’s tongue, and immediately had her own wrestle with it in a passionate dance. She felt a hoof brush against her cheek, and heard a moan from her own throat. She was only acutely aware of her senses. She had goosebumps, as if a cold gust of air swept across her body. She heard the smacking of lips, but the longer the kiss when on, she could hear something distant, nature’s whistles. Wind and birdsong. And felt the tepid stagnant air of the void became a breeze, warm and caressing. What made her open her eyes finally, was the tickling sensation on her nose, something she had only felt within the vicinity of her room – boxed in with a plethora of flowers…

“Well, well,” Luna began, whispering into Feather’s ear, “thou desired blossoms, and pretty scenery.”

“I-I did?” Feather whispered, her voice sounding even quieter when it became lost in the newly formed meadow. Feather reluctantly pulled away from Luna to look around her, her jaw dropping.

Much like before they were in the middle of an expanse, only this time it was of a different sort. Her eyes were blessed with the sight of hills and gentle slopes that seemed to stretch on for eternity in all directions. Aside from the patch they resided on, Feather could not see a single blade of grass, as the ground was so tightly packed with an uncountable variety of flowers that the soil beneath was obscured from view. Despite the blazing sun, whose heat she could feel against her fur, its rays only touched her in a few places. That led to her looking up, just as a pink petal fell upon her muzzle, fallen from a cherry tree they were situated under. It provided ample shade, and was pretty to look at in bloom. Feather was speechless.

Luna nuzzled into the side of her exposed neck, humming. “Thy mind is just as beautiful as thee, it would seem,” Luna complimented, planting little pecks on Feather’s neck. “Yet we can hardly tear our eyes away from the beauty that rests before us.”

Feather couldn't summon the faculties to reply to Luna’s flattery, a piece of her remained in a state of overwhelming. She did manage to tear her ocular sapphires away, to look deeply into the one color absent from her mind’s garden. A gentle shade of jade, in her lover’s eyes. “This place… it’s amazing!” she spoke, giddy and tittering.

“Thou hast created a masterpiece. We are almost envious,” Luna chortled, voice remaining low in volume, almost as though to speak louder would shatter the surroundings. “We can think of no greater reward, than our continued affections,” Luna spoke humorously, leaning forwards and planting a small kiss upon Feather’s lips; the maid herself leaning forwards as Luna pulled away, keeping them connected.

“Thank you,” Feather said as she broke the kiss, rubbing her cheek into Luna’s neck affectionately, feeling tranquillity wash over her.

“Thou hast nought to thank us for,” Luna told her, caressing the back of Feather’s head. “However, our sweet, we must question thy choice to find sleep now, whilst already sleeping.”

Feather opened her eyes, blushing and reluctantly pulling away from Luna’s plush neck. “Y-yeah, my bad.”

Luna suddenly sported a wry smile, adopting a look in her eye Feather recognised as lewd. “We may have an activity in mind to keep you awake.”

At this, Feather furrowed her brows, confused. “But, I’m dreaming. It’s not really happening is it?”

Luna smirked. “Tell us, dost thou not feel the gentle breeze upon they coat? The feeling of our lips against thy own? Or the soft caress of my hoof upon thy mane? Here, we can act with secrecy from reality, for our senses know not the difference. Hearing, seeing, touch, taste…” Luna raising her eyes up and down coyly, grinning. “Nothing is forbidden.”

“R-right,” Feather gulped. “S-so should I try and conjure a bed or sho- oh!”

Luna gave no warning, pouncing upon Feather like a predator to prey. She connected their lips straight away, locking their tongues and exploring her body with her hooves. Feather got over the initial surprise quickly, her hooves wrapping around the princess’ neck as she pulled herself deeper into the kiss. Feather had grown accustomed to feeling the princess’ larger body upon her own, and had even grown to like the feeling of the weight upon her. She felt Luna’s hooves travel down to her flanks, massaging into her plot and cutie mark. The longer this went on, the greater Feather’s arousal. Her legs twitched, her pussy moistening with anticipation, her kisses had intervals of moaning. However, despite her budding horniness, she couldn’t help but feel confused.

Why didn’t see feel Luna’s… ‘hardness.’

She didn’t feel the appendage prodding into her like it usually did. Instead she felt nought but air against her cunt, and she grew squeamish, fidgety. Was Luna not being turned on? Had she grown bored of her? She didn’t like the train of thought, but she wasn’t the conductor. She parted from the kiss, avoiding Luna’s attempts to reconnect.

“Y-you haven’t gotten bored of me have you?” she asked in a shy murmur.

Luna lowered her brows, stroking her cheek. “Banish the thought. Who put such a question in thy head? You know our love is eternal.”

“Umm,” Feather began, blushing, “I’m just not feeling… it.”

“It? Oh, thou mean’st it!” Luna exclaimed, a short burst of laughter coming from her lungs. “Oh our sweet innocent, Feather. We are afraid we had an ulterior motive for our visit…”

“Y-you did?” Feather didn’t know the princess to be exactly ‘secretive’ about anything. Needless to say, she was a little surprised.

Luna smiled a toothy smile, unfurling her large wings as she got off the mare, throwing herself back in something of a restrained display of extravagance. The end result was a Luna being propped up by her wings, he full body on view, a large smile on her face – and most unusually – the beginnings of a small blush. “W-well?”

“Well wha- oh!” Feather’s eyes fell from Luna’s face to her crotch, and was amazed by the lack of… nothing. It was gone. The sheath of the monarch was gone, replaced by a pair of small budding teats. Below that was Luna’s familiar dark blue hued snatch, her plump pussy lips hiding inviting pink folds. Feather glanced up, seeing the monarch with her hooves close to her chest, her cheeks red. She had never seen the monarch so vulnerable. “It’s… gone.”

“Yes. Ordinarily, the confines of reality disallow this, but within the dream realm… well,” she smiled wryly, glancing downwards. “Thou can see for thyself.”

That answered one question, but another even larger one remained. “But why?”

Luna seemed to become shier at the question, tapping together the frogs of her hooves, giving Feather something akin to a puppy-eyed stare. “We hath never partaken of such intercourse. We have exercised our stallion side, but never our other. Thou may even say we are… inexperienced, when it comes to under the covers frolicking.”

“So, you want to have sex, mare to mare?” Feather asked, her voice betraying a smidgen of excitement. She was curious. In bed, Luna seemed skilled. Or. at the very least, knew her way around . This was something new to them both, and Feather liked the idea of relishing a new experience with Luna.

“Yes, we would,” Luna stated simply, nodding.

“Well, how do we start?” Feather asked.

Luna pursed her lips, and eyed the still prone mare. It was then, her face brightened up with excitement. Wordlessly, threw pushed herself back onto her hooves, Feather flinching as a monarch’s hoof landed near adjacent sides of her head. Luna stared eye to eye with Feather, until she took a few steps upwards, leaving Feather a view of her chest. Feather nearly spoke, until the princess began to turn in place, manoeuvring her forehooves around until her hind legs replaced them flanking either side the maid’s head; giving Feather the view of something entirely different.

“How is the view?” Luna asked lewdly, purring.

“It’s…” the closer view of Luna’s teats with a lot more appealing than she initially thought. They were large despite the monarch not being in the throes of pregnancy. Cushiony, she’d say. More appealing however, was the sight of Luna’s treasure, which Feather had to restrain her tongue from licking her own lips on instinct. If Luna’s crotch breasts were cushions, then her slit was delicious, if her sudden appetite was anything to go by. “…Good.”

“Ah, we are happy that thou art pleased,” Luna said, “would’st thou like a closer view?”

“Uh-huh,” Feather nodded her head eagerly.

“Very well,” Luna smirked.

The princess lowered herself until Feather felt the teats press into her collar, and the warmth of the princess’ cunt on her face. She could smell the scent of blueberries. Meanwhile, she felt the princess take liberty of getting a closer view as well, feeling hot breaths against her snatch, making her hind legs twitch and her exhale quiver in reaction; her pussy feeling sensitive, almost virginal. She felt Luna’s hooves pressing against her flanks, raising them slightly, no doubt to give the princess greater ease of oral access.

“We just lick, r-right?” Feather asked hesitantly, afraid of sounding a fool.

Luna answered… in the form of a long sloppy lick, a coo of delight accompanying it. Feather’s reply was at first a squeak of surprise, followed by a pleasured groan. She offered an awkward lick in return, her tongue licking straight up the velvet soft slit with due force, parting the two plump lips and getting a taste of Luna’s pinkness. She felt Luna’s quiver of delight as a vibration across her entire body, and princess’ tongue pushed past Feather’s labia. As Luna’s taste filled her mouth, Feather tried to match the princess’ intensity. She placed her hooves on Luna’s plot, forcing her tongue to reach in deeper, lapping up Luna’s marecum and exploring inside the box. Her nostrils were filled with the smell of sex and Luna. Although the two were indistinguishable at that moment. Meanwhile she could feel Luna’s tongue writhing and wriggling inside her pussy, reaching every fold and crevice it could find. Feather tried to mimic the monarch’s speed, audibly sucking and slurping Luna’s soaking cunt ravenously. She found herself out done, coming a stop as pleasure wracked her lower half. She felt Luna’s lips wrap around her love-bud mid wink, suckling and lashing the pleasurable nub with her tongue. After regaining the reigns of her own body from brief convulsions of ecstasy, she was emboldened. She saw Luna’s winking cunt button, but ignored it, darting her muzzle forward.

“Ah!” Luna cooed, the walls of her cunt flexing around Feather’s muzzle.

The maid used her muzzle as a phallic replacement, reaching deeper into the physically larger mare; her tongue hitting the deepest parts of Luna that simply were not being hit enough. Feather felt gratified to have finally given Luna pause, but it washed away when Luna resumed her frantic tongue lashing. The ministrations mounted. Luna alternated between suckling, and sending her larger tongue deep within the mare, slurping and prodding at her walls in something of a ferocious attack. Feather, every time she took a breather from having her muzzle within the princess, her lips formed a tight seal around Luna’s clit - three quarters an inch in length - her teeth gnawing softly around the button whilst her tongue flicked and circled it clumsily. It came to no surprise that orgasm sped upon them faster than they expected. Luna succeeded at biting back her squeal of pleasure, sending it reverberating through her body, her body convulsing with orgasm and splattering Feather’s face with her juices. Feather, meanwhile, pulled her muzzle free from Luna’s quivering snatch to release an unfiltered scream of pure bliss.

After they had bathed in the afterglow, Luna rolled off the smaller mare, laying on her back and panting along with Feather. Feather glanced down to see Luna already glancing back. “T-that was…”

“Different,” Luna finished, breathing heavily from her exertions.

“It was…” Feather concurred, looking straight up into the blossoming cherry tree, contented… then Luna climbed back on top of her. “L-Luna?”

“Oh, Feather,” Luna cooed, rubbing her still moist cheek with Feather’s own. “Twas wonderful… yet, our appetite has yet to be satiated, sweet.”

“W-what? Appetite? Y-you want to do more…” Feather’s voice cracked.

“Twas ‘foreplay,’ as thou say. Our mouths brought each other ecstasy. Oh, how fortunate we be surrounded by flowers, for now it is both our flowers that will blossom,” Luna pontificated with glee, rubbing muzzles. “And the pollen will, humorously, be each other’s nectars.”

“Cum?”

“Precisely!”

Feather blinked, and just watched as Luna took a series of confusing actions. She rose backwards, her right hind leg stretching out and landing next to Feather’s ribs. Feather continued watching, was Luna wrapped her fore hooves around her left hind leg; almost as if they were getting tangled in each other’s limbs. It wasn’t until Feather saw Luna’s pussy lining up with her own, that the realisation hit her.

“We’re going to…?” Feather began warily.

“Scissor!” Luna exclaimed enthusiastically. Feather tilted her head. ”We read about it,” Luna elaborated with a shrug, grinning cockily down at the maid.

“For someone who's never done this before, you sure act like you know what you’re doing,” Feather chastised.

“Psh. How hard can it be?” Luna said with just a cinch of haughtiness.

Steadily, Luna pushed her plump sex down toward Feather’s own, a quiet wet smack audible upon contact. The residual sheen of the marecum remained stuck to both of their nether lips, providing ample slipperiness. Feather, upon looking upon the princess’ determined expression, knew the monarch’s approach to this was haphazard at best. However, her fears faded upon Luna’s first experimental gyration of her hips, and the first glide of their pussy lips. They both reacted similarly: a pleasurable and reflexive twitch of her bodies, and silent moaning.

Roll and buck. Roll and buck. The princess’ passionate sway and fro, her hips seemingly moving of their own volition. The dribbles of marecum squelched as they grinded together their soaking cooches. It wasn’t long before Feather’s button emerged from its hiding spot, winking out just in time to brush against Luna’s bud, the sensation causing the larger mare to buck instinctively against Feather’s outstretched leg; screaming out a singular cry of bliss before continuing. Gradually, the sounds of the dream-scape dissolved, replaced by wet squelching of the couple’s frantic fucking and high pitched moans from the pair. Their ecstasy was so bountiful, that Feather could feel a small puddle of their mixed juices on the ground; most of it gluing to her flanks.

“I… I’m gonna cum!” Feather alerted, trying to grind back against Luna feebly.

“A-As are we,” Luna said with strain.

With desperate grunting, Luna thrusted back and forth with greater speed, their soaking cunts allowing a slick quick back and forth. Feather could feel the princess hitting the inside of her thigh with greater force, as their voices grew louder and louder with impassioned screaming. Their orgasms coincided, spurting their feminine nectar from their marehoods, messing the insides of their thighs with liquid sex. Luna’s orgasm appeared to come to her as something of a strike of lightning, as she stood there violently quivering, before to her side; sighing happily.

Much like before they both laid still, content in their shared moment of bliss. Now, Feather felt well and truly fatigued. Before she knew it, she felt the larger mare’s hooves wrap around her, the mare somehow slinking up to her side without being noticed. Luna embraced her affectionately, pushing her head into the alcove of Feather’s neck and simply planted kisses, as if she had no words to express her love - even if Feather knew full well she did. After a while, when the afterglow became more of a after-spark, Feather looked down at the almost comical sight of Luna cozying up on her chest; her left forehoof beneath the larger body of the princess.

“Cute,” Feather commented, brushing her hoof through the monarch’s cosmic mane, the limb almost appearing to disappear from reality within the princess’ mane.

“Ah…” Luna hummed, relaxing under Feather’s hoof. “We rarely get to exercise this side of ourselves. We are happy to have such solace here with thou. Maybe we can hast thou brush our mane come evening.”

“You brush this? But it’s all… wavy,” she said, swirling her hoof in the oscillating locks. However, soon after she finished, the mane went limp in her hooves, the stars and onyx black gone, replaced with a dark azure.

Luna opened a single eye. “Merely kept so with a smidgen of concentration, our sweet. So little in fact, it can remain wavy even as we sleep. Our mane, alike our regalia, tis merely a piece of fashion,” Luna explained, re-closing her eye. “There’s a lot about our appearance we can alter, actually.”

“Like what?” Feather probed, her hoof continuing to feel around the silken locks.

“Hmph. We think it best to keep to keep some surprises, our love. If only to see that look of confusion upon thy face, again,” Luna chuckled.

Feather scoffed in pseudo-huff, laying her head upon the grass again. “Fine, fine. I don’t normally like surprises, but to you, we give an exception.”

“We thank thee for the privilege,” Luna said, tittering. There was a silence between them for a good while, before the monarch released a disappointed sigh.

“What’s the matter?” Feather asked, concerned.

“Thou will feel our sister’s light upon thy face soon, whilst mere seconds would have passed for us. Thy dream is coming to a close,” Luna spoke mournfully, looking up at Feather.

“How do you know?”

“It comes to us as a feeling, a cold touch tugging the back of our neck,” Luna started, raising herself to her hooves. “We know not why. The answer will likely elude us for eternity. We know that we can mold our dreams, but not even we, nor the wisest sage, know what dreams are made of,” she spoke distantly, staring off somewhere, frowning.

“So… how long do you have left?” Feather asked, joining the princess.

“Hmm, not long,” Luna answered, looking down at the mare.

“So it could be any minu-”

Feather writhed under her sheets, her hooves going to her eyes in protest of the sun, it’s bright rays trying to intrude on her sleep through the small window atop her room. Slowly, she blinked open her eyes, getting accustomed to the light. When she finally did, the memory of the dream flashed in her mind, and a smile crept onto her face. She remembered it all. Happy, she already felt ready for the work day ahead. She threw the covers off herself with a grin, practically leaping out of bed with a boundless energy, each of her hooves landing upon her floor.

Clop, clop, clop, clop… drip.

The liquid drop perturbed her. Cringing, she looked under herself, seeing the insides of her thighs moist and wet with the residual juices of her somnambulist soirée with the princess. She had a wet dream, her first since she was a teenager. What disturbed her even more than a shower that would undoubtedly have to intrude into her breakfast time, was the doubtless mess on her sheets…

She groaned, albeit with a dumb smile.

“Worth it.”

Author's Note

This is the first of a few of these I had planned. By the by, this chapter's clop is to make up for the lack of said clop in the next chapter. I released this a tad premature due to lack of updates. This is assurance the fic isn't dead, it's just I have to get through a few backlogged requests first. Full update on this fic is going to be featured in the author's notes of the next fic I release titled The Proposition. A request I was asked to do, and have been putting off for way too long. Ciao.