The muffled hoof clops of four laughing mares were drowned out by the sounds of laughter echoing across the long, winding corridors of the Stellar Citadel. Roseluck, who was walking nearest to the outer wall looked out of the uncovered windows which appeared every five feet or so, revealing less and less of the crystal tree canopy as they climbed higher and higher up the trunk of the great tree.

She was escorted by a trio of pale, white thestrals; the largest of the three being the lovely beauty from Roseluck’s vision, clad in her royal vestments. Morning Star walked astride her new earth pony lover occasionally stimulating the tips of her ears with tongue and fangs, eliciting several needy moans. The others two thestrals, both smaller than their leader, laughed at Roseluck’s intense arousal to the act, knowing from centuries of experience it filled some deep-seated longing for a more dangerous lover than she’d ever known among ponykind.

The two smaller thestrals were around the same height and build as Lily Valley and matched their anatomy with that of their Mistress, possessing bat-like features and the anatomy of both mares and stallions, without the alicorn’s modesty — their apples large and filled to bursting with their seed. On the other hoof, Roseluck noticed they lacked a horn. Must be the same with them as it is with ponies, she’d surmised, guessing that alicorns were as rare for thestrals as they were for other ponies. She also noted with a pang of excitement that their well-endowed stallionhoods lacked the flared head of ponies, meaning they could give her all of their considerable length with a lot less pain initially if they so desired. And they desired it very much by the hungry looks in their cat-like eyes.

“You gals live in the most wonderful dream I’ve ever experienced,” Roseluck beamed at the thestral alicorn as the intense discussion of hermaphroditic lovemaking gave way to the earth mare’s curiosity. She then turned to her other two escorts, one possessing a light-blue mane to go with their pale coat, the other’s light purple. “I’ve been introduced to Morning Star already, but who are you two ladies who’ve been giving me such a wonderful time?”

“I’m Pinot Gris,” the light-blue one spoke first, displaying the empty wine glass cutie mark on her flank. “But you knew me earlier as a mare named Raspberry Vinaigrette who works in Ponyville at a tea shop. I’m rather surprised you didn’t recognize her…”

Roseluck gave a delicate laugh as the shame began to hit her. “Yes, well… I suppose I haven’t spent as much time as I should have getting to know the mares of Ponyville. Plus, I don't really drink tea. I'm a more a rum and cola kinda gal...”

“Understandable, all things considered.” The other thestral dismissed Roseluck’s concerned tone with an airy wave of her hoof, displaying a similar wineglass cutie mark, this one half full of a darker liquid. “I’m Pinot Noir, her sister. I take it you and Jasmine Leaf haven’t met either.”

Roseluck shook her head when a question occurred to her. “Have... you been all the different ponies I’ve met tonight?”

“Tis true, Roseluck,” Juniper interjected somberly. “We Highborne prefer to blend into our surroundings so as not to attract the wrong kind of attention from others.”

“The ‘wrong kind of attention’? Is... there something wrong, Morning Star?” Roseluck asked politely, noting the Thestral Princess' abrupt change in mood.

Morning Star shook her head. “Nothing can possibly be wrong with honored guests so trusting and open-minded as yourself, my dear. However, we’ve had reason to fear ponies in the past and seek to live among them peacefully inside The Realm of Dreams.”

“To fear? What do you mean? You can’t make too many enemies with your approach to running things!” Roseluck gave Morning Star a gentle swat on the rump with her tail.

Morning Star gave a little wave of her hoof as she laughed, a deep and husky but still distinctly feminine laugh, unlike any Rose, had heard before. “I thank you for saying so. But to be completely honest, we don’t often approach the other denizens of the dream realm, my darling Rosie. You see, my followers and I use the dream to change our shape into more familiar and comforting pony shapes so as not to scare others. This is why we came to you in the forms of other denizens of Ponyville you might know. It’s only now that we were ready to reveal ourselves to you.” Morning Star then leaned down and gave Roseluck’s neck a lick that made the red-head squeak as her thestral tongue grazed all the right places, leaving her shivering with need.

“But why must you hide from the world? There’s a world of lonely mares who could use your love — our love!” Roseluck nuzzled her lover’s muzzle.

Juniper gave a delighted bat-like squeak. “Soon, my love. Not much longer now. If it pleases you, I will tell you the tale of my people before we begin the ritual to make you one of us.”

Roseluck nodded happily. “Please do!”

“As you wish, beloved. Take a look out the window and all will be explained…”

Roseluck and the others stopped and looked. The image of the forest below vanished into the darkness, replaced by a field of brightly shining stars overlooking a thestral village below. A small group of thestrals was looking up at the night sky when the scene was interrupted by a huge, white meteor streaking across the night sky, causing the villagers below to scatter into their homes in fear.

Juniper began to narrate. “A long time ago, the thestrals of Midland Equestria were all painted with darkly-shaded hues — the product of the Titan Sisters who brought order to Equestria and trapped the Chaos Lord, Discord in a prison of stone. We were a creation of their magic, combining the ponies who existed in scattered tribes inside the tree-covered hill country with the giant bats that inhabited the many limestone caves. Their creation was perfectly suited to survive amidst the dark and dangerous land filled with many terrible monsters.” The scene changed, showing a small party of thestrals, cat eyes gleaming in the pale moonlight hunting down a chimera, catching it in an ambush and raining down arrows upon it.

“So effective we were as hunters that our dominion began to rapidly expand. As apex predators with the civility and intelligence of our pony cousins, coupled with the senses and hunting instincts of the bats we were bound with, we were more than a match for any beast. Even neighboring pony tribes that migrated to our forests could not resist our advance. Before long, our lands extended from the borders of the Everfree to the shores of the Antlertic Ocean in the east. We even made inroads into the Northeast before the griffins began to colonize it. Sadly, we’d finally met a race that could match us on the battlefield and with superior numbers were able to push us out. Discouraged by our setback, our leaders went on the defensive, slowly withdrawing back into our own heartland.”

The scene went back to the village from earlier, to inside one of the treehouses, where a thestral mare was about to give birth. Juniper’s voice continued as Roseluck pressed her hooves against the glass to take in the scene. “Thestral civilization stagnated and our race grew shiftless and lacked purpose under our far-too-conservative leadership. Against this backdrop, the Great Meteor came, and shortly after, a large number of births to a breed of pale thestrals with brightly colored manes: The Highborne.” The group which formed around the mare who’d given birth looked fearfully upon the baby — who looked up at them through its pink eyes. “Instead of treating us as the blessing we were, we were instead seen as a curse brought upon them by the Great Comet and upon the first generation reaching adulthood, well over half of us were cast out into the wilderness.” A note of bitterness entered her voice.

Roseluck was appalled that any society could act in such a way. “Just thrown out of the only home you’d ever known by your families? That’s insane!” she exclaimed indignantly.

“Not all, but most of us, yes.” Juniper nodded sadly. “To our dark sisters, the Highborne were not of Luna, who created us in her image. To this day it hasn’t been concluded scientifically what caused the birth of so many so-called “albinos” to be born in the same generation, but we believe our births to have been divinely ordained by the stars themselves from the dimensions beyond known space. We are perfect in beauty and harmony and were a gift to all thestral-kind, sent to return our people to their roots as pioneers and colonists — to reclaim Equestria’s eastern forests as our domain.”

The thestral princess’ words triggered a distant memory of Cheerilee giving a history class lesson on the thestrals, which Roseluck only half paid attention to, being more interested in the love letter she’d been passed just moments earlier. Juniper Tree was a thestral who resisted the efforts of ponies to be brought into Equestria peacefully, insisting that any inclusion of ponies in thestral affairs would be a crime against both nature and the Divine Stars which ordained their birth. A much younger and more 80’s version of Roseluck’s former teacher explained. To be a thestral was to be pure and to mix with the other races was seen as a crime. She’s best known for her involvement in the Lunar Rebellion where she joined forces with Nightmare Moon against Equestria in pursuit of new conquests. It’s suspected but never been proven that she even played a part in Luna’s corruption and downfall.

Roseluck’s eyes went wide and fearful and she took a few steps back away from the thestral. “M-Morning Star? Is that really your name? I… I heard about somepony like you in school…” She was afraid to say more.

Juniper gave an angry squeak. “I’m sure you did. Perhaps they described me as the Witch of Star City? As a murderer and fiend?” She hissed loudly. “These were all lies by thestral-hating bigots! I was trying to stop Nightmare Moon, not create her! And my thanks in all of this? My people and I were banished to the Dream, our suffering forgotten while all manner of lies is spoken about us in your schools!”

Roseluck frowned, shaking her head slightly. “But why would Luna and Celestia lie to all of us about something they were alive to see?”

“Because they weren’t there to see it,” Juniper retorted, with a rap of her crystal-tipped hoof, pointing out the window where the same thestral village was now in flames. “Neither was there when I was banished nor did they have any say in what happened. Celestia has always been too soft to her people and given them far too much say in how things are done. After Nightmare Moon’s defeat, her forces assaulted my nation believing all thestrals were equally culpable in her rebellion, and the Highborne and I escaped into the Dream with my devoted, never to return. After the ponies were through nearly wiping out my entire race, they went back to your Princess, having banished her sister to the moon and told her the legend that has haunted the remnants of my people to this day.

“I was made out to be a monster, a degenerate, a demon. And worse, the treacherous dark-furred Nightborne thestrals who never had any love for us went along to make peace with the ponies to save their own hides. Even still they speak unforgivable slander against my kin rather than accept the truth."

A pair of tears rolled down the alicorn’s cheeks. “It was never supposed to have ended like this, Roseluck. But as I said, those were very confusing and superstitious times. Our neighbors were expanding their borders even as we hid inside our forests and prayed they’d leave us alone. The ponies wanted an excuse to vassalize us, to make us mere subjects of Equestria. And in the aftermath of Nightmare Moon’s rebellion the greedy nobles got it,” Juniper growled with indignation. “Equestria annexed every piece of territory they laid claim to and forced what was left of us to keep watch over the Everfree and pay taxes to the empire in exchange for the illusion of autonomy. As a result, the Highborne were scattered to the ends of Tellus, seeking refuge among the people of all nations while the dark-furred thestrals slipped ever deeper into isolation and an Equestrian World Order formed out of the ashes, still feared and hated by their masters.”

Roseluck sat down on her haunches hard, in a daze, wondering what she was supposed to think about her improbable situation. She’d learned in school about a mare in a far-off place who’d shut herself away in the dream, and that she was very dangerous, having committed many atrocities during her life. But having met her, she didn’t seem to be anything of the sort. The earth pony mare was hardly a scholar on such matters, but she still couldn’t help but sympathize with the thestrals. Even in what sounded like a civil war, she had to admit both dark and light thestrals seemed to be worse off for their schism.

Did the ponies really steal their land? Roseluck wondered. There was the griffin war, but they started it. Still, we did force them to leave after the fighting was over. A lot of them probably didn’t want to fight anyway. So, maybe we really did steal it. I mean, who’s really to say what’s stealing and winning fairly in a war between races? I wish I had Celestia here to ask for her view.

Not entirely certain of her own opinion, but conceding Juniper’s point, Roseluck felt her fear began to ebb away. “I… I don’t know what to say…” Tears began to form in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“It’s not your fault, Roseluck. You have every reason to ask questions. Be assured, my anger is not with you.” Juniper gently nuzzled her cheek. “But we have a chance make things right! We can right these wrongs. We can create a peaceful enclave out here in the dream, a place of unity for all — for both you and me; thestral and pony.”

Roseluck saw the sock beneath her dress twitch eagerly, driving all thoughts of Equestrian history and international politics from her mind and replacing them with far more immediate needs. She brushed her bangs out of her large eyes and gave the Highborne a suggestive look. “And what did you have in mind, Princess?”

Juniper licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with emotion. “Please do not think me too forward, but… I want you, Roseluck, to bear my foals.”

Roseluck felt a stirring in her belly quite unrelated to her present arousal, interrupted by a pang of fear. Without knowing the details she knew she was about to make a decision that would result in something wonderful but daunting. “We’ve only just met and you want… my children?” Roseluck brought a hoof to her throat, finding it suddenly difficult to breathe.

Juniper grazed her lover’s neck with her ivory-coated muzzle, breathing in Roseluck’s scent. “Do not let your heart be troubled, my love. Let us start a new beginning for our two peoples. You carry a magic inside of you that will allow us to bear offspring, a magic which neither I nor my followers possess. It has been too long since I’ve had one of my own. Not since before the fall of Star City...”

Roseluck was not reassured. “But… but… this is crazy! I… I’ve never wanted foals! They’re such a huge responsibility and…” Roseluck’s mind flashed back to sound of her youngest sister crying inside of her crib who immediately stopped when Rose ran into the room to see what was wrong. The infant foal looked up at Roseluck as if she were Celestia herself. And in a sense, I was! Rose thought to herself, smiling wanly in spite of herself. “What I mean is, I’m not so sure I’m ready. This is all happening so fast! And we’re in a dream, so…. how-how does all of this even work?” Roseluck shrank back slightly.

Juniper, accurately reading Roseluck’s threatened posture, took one short step back and sat down on her haunches, lowering her head to meet the earth pony at eye-level. Looking concerned and compassionate, she allowed a pause to settle between them. “Are you alright, Roseluck? I realize this is no small proposition I’m making. Before you respectfully decline — and you’re forgiven if you do — perhaps I should go over our ritual in detail?”

Roseluck nodded vigorously. “Yes, please do! I have so many questions.”

“I’ll take all the time necessary to explain to them then.” Juniper smiled sweetly, the other two thestrals wearing identical expressions to their Mistress.

Disarmed by bat-pony cuteness overload — Those fangs are sooo cuuute! — Roseluck broke into a wide smile, before nodding for Juniper to proceed.

“The Ritual of Binding will channel our combined magic into your dream spirit, binding itself to your innate earth pony magical force and in turn granting you our own magical powers. Once complete, you will possess our abilities as well as your own.” Juniper paused briefly to allow her words to sink in. She could see in Roseluck’s eyes; the mare liked what she was hearing. “The dream will be yours to navigate as you please. You’ll also have the ability to fly and see perfectly in the dark as we thestrals can. In this enhanced state you will be able to bear offspring without pain or sacrifice — they will live inside the dream until they’re mature enough to cross dimensions back into the physical realm. While here they will want for nothing and you’ll be able to come back and visit them whenever you sleep. Be assured they will very much love you and wish to spend as much time with their mommy as possible.”

Roseluck gasped, “That sounds… wonderful! To not only be a part of you in body but in spirit as well! A-and this will help make things better for ponies and thestrals?” she asked breathlessly.

“They will be emissaries of peace to our world and prove once and for all that ponies and thestrals can live as one nation,” Juniper replied confidently, even nodding her head slightly as she spoke. “And once that happens… a new era of peace and harmony may be born; one you, dear Roseluck, will have brought about.”

Despite the promise, Roseluck felt a renewed tightness in her chest and reached for her throat again. “I mean, I’m honored you think so highly of me to bear your foals! But I must know... why me?” Roseluck frowned, pawing slightly at the lush, Coltic carpet that covered the granite walkway. “And why now, after so many years?”

“Why now? Because you’re the first earth pony in millions with a life force potent enough to carry itself into the realm of dreams. Because your entire life has been a testament to the earth pony way, loving the land and your fellow ponies equally. Because you’ve made it your life’s work to bring life and beauty to all of Equestria and I think you’ve been holding yourself down!” She tilted Rose’s chin up. “You love stallions more than anything else — those who can give you the ultimate gift of birth and allow you to express your greatest gift — but haven’t been able to bring yourself to change the life you’ve grown accustomed to.”

“Roseluck arched an eyebrow at Juniper. “The life?”

“You will forgive me for being so direct, but being a creature of dreams means it’s very easy to see your inner heart. You are quite literally stuck in a rut, my dear Roseluck! You give and you give to each stallion you meet as is your loving nature,” Juniper elaborated, her admiration never faltering. “But you’ve been unable to stop; to do what will bring you lasting happiness and so the cycle continues.” Juniper gave her a knowing wink, as Roseluck gaped at her. “You enjoy your company, you simply do not get from them what you need. I am right, aren’t I, Roseluck?”

“Hey now! I’ve just… I’ve been waiting… for the right stallion. I’ve just not been…” Roseluck's voice began to trail off as her mind snapped back to one morning finding a single gray hair in the red stripe of her mane. She swallowed hard as she looked back up at Juniper. “Juniper, you’ve been alive for hundreds of years…”

“Yes,” Juniper replied, giving the mare a curious look at the sudden change in topic.

Roseluck screwed up her face into what she hoped was a casual expression. “What’s it like… to live forever?” Her voice cracking hard on the last word.

“In a word, lonely,” Juniper replied sadly, visibly deflating. “Oh, not for Celestia, though. She’s a truly fortunate soul who’s had the constant company of her ponies who shower her with adulation and love. I, on the other hoof, must remain with my people inside the dream…” The pale Princess stepped forward and ran a hoof through Roseluck’s mane. “That is unless you can help me.”

Roseluck hesitated before she spoke, her mouth filled the shame of what she prepared to ask. “If I help you, then can you help… me?”

Juniper’s eyes all but glowed as she continued to run her crystal hoof through her mane. “I can give you all that you seek. Once you’ve been imbued with my essence you will be filled with my everlasting vigor. Your flower shall never wilt and your legacy will survive a thousand generations.” Her voice lowering to a lilting whisper as she came in close, she emphasized her point by licking the rim of her long ear. “An ageless life. All the mares and stallions you could ever wish. All the foals you can carry. A legacy that will last for as long as Equestria itself. This is your destiny, Roseluck. And by our sacred rituals, it is time you realize it!”

Roseluck all but melted at that, the alicorn’s words resonating within her, reciting all the deepest desires she never even knew she had. “I want it. And I want you… By Cadance, I want you all inside of me!” Roseluck took Juniper in her mouth who gave no resistance as the earth pony savored her moment of dominance. The two thestrals looking on were ebullient as they watched the pony’s final ounce of resistance run hot and fragrant down her inner thigh. Emerging from their sloppy kiss, the four continued up the castle path, ever more swiftly knowing what awaited them at the top.

Or so Roseluck thought.

Two thestral guards bearing spears and clad in leather jerkins with matching leather helmets kneeled before Juniper’s entourage as they reached a vast pair of tall and stout, white ash double doors upon which some ornate glyphs were carved. Roseluck wondered if thestrals acquired their leather from animals or used the long-standing pony substitute derived from plastics, but decided now was not the time to ask. After some requisite groveling and scraping for the head mare from the guards, the four walked through the door into a vast open chamber.

Roseluck gasped loudly, turning the heads of half the room or so she thought. It may also have been the loud squealing of ancient door hinges indicating their arrival. In either case, despite the vast space, she was struck with a brief but an uncharacteristically crippling agoraphobia from the sight of so many pale, slitted eyes looking at her. Not one to shy away from the company of ponies, she couldn’t help but be struck by how foreign and strange, yet so stunningly elegant the entire room was.

The first and most obvious change was the total lack of benches. Given the room’s scale and occupancy, she’d expected good old fashioned Equestrian bleacher seating but was instead greeted by great pillars that went all the way up to the ceiling, teeming with chittering, white thestrals resting on their haunches atop perches that ran along their sides. Rose was forcefully reminded of a cat’s climbing tower, but not even the most nimble of felines could hope to reach the gathered host without a pair of functioning wings.

The carpet from the hallway vanished into ungarnished white marble that matched the pillars Rose noticed earlier. There were a number of thestrals dressed in pale, blue hooded robes, their wings, and ears poking out through the fabric, standing at attention on the ground level of the arena as they looked towards Roseluck and her party. They have unicorn horns! Roseluck noted with a sudden shock. Held in a field of levitation at their side were shining silver scepters, capped with lethal-looking enchanted, electric blue, crescent-shaped blades. The earth pony had a brief fear of them using their weapons on her if she wasn’t a good enough lay but dismissed the idea as far too dark for such a pleasant dream.

The only truly ominous sign was hanging above her head where a sea of spinning gray clouds like a whirlpool in the sky churned ominously above a large glass dome forged by technology unknown to ponykind. It was curved and had no supporting structures, simply resting atop the giant tree’s trunk. At the very center of the room atop the raised platform, Rose found herself walking across stood a shimmering, perfectly smooth quartz crystal pillar that served as the great hall’s centerpiece and foundation. She could make out a very shallow pool, the water only barely reaching her knees. Juniper was leading her to a small island in the center of the pool with a long, unusual stone bench with leg braces to immobilize pony limbs at both ends. Having been bound a time or two in her day by some of her kinkier stallion lovers, Roseluck didn’t need to ask what they were there for.

As Roseluck walked up the shallow ramp, the decibel levels of the room soared to levels unknown outside the Pegasi Cloudiseum as the crowd cheered lustfully, if not for her blood than for her erotic essences to mingle with the waters of the pool. Roseluck shivered as she got a closer look at the baying crowd, some of their pulsing erections visible from the floor below.

“They love you, Rose. And soon you shall know it!” Juniper and Roseluck shared a kiss at the foot of the stone bench to the appreciation of the cheering crowd before Juniper withdrew, flying up to the wooden booth in the back of the circular room opposite the way they’d come in. Further inspection by Roseluck revealed five more such booths along the back wall. She supposed they were meant for VIP’s or something.

“Relax, Roseluck”, Pinot Gris reassured her. “You have already been found worthy to have made it this far. After Juniper gives her speech, we will begin the ritual. Just step inside the leg holes and make yourself comfortable!”

Roseluck glanced up the speaker nervously before nodding.

“Very good. Enjoy the ride!” Both Noir and Gris kissed her, the latter’s husky voice calling out to her as the two assistants flew off into the crowd.

Roseluck found it a bit odd that they weren’t going to stay with her or join their Princess in the private booth. Kinda figured they’d want a piece of me first! Stepping inside the legs braces which were perfectly placed and sized — A dream coincidence? Roseluck wondered — she braced her belly against the bench, her teats allowed to hang free from a convenient gap carved out of the back of the slab.

“My children!” Juniper called out, her voice bringing the room to silence. Roseluck could see her and four of the other elevated booths from where she lay, the sixth was behind the crystal pillar and out of Roseluck’s line of sight. “After 700 long years, our salvation draws nigh! Our pony guest brings with her the gift of life and with it a chance for a better future for our people. So beautiful so selfless, a mare with love and magic to spare; she will give us the one and only thing our dream cannot provide — foals. And in return, in exchange for her womb, I will grant her the give of immortality!”

Roseluck’s heart leapt with joy as her tail began to flag, aching to be filled to overflowing.

“This gift of love, I now give… to you, Roseluck.” From the four elevated booths, a shaft of magical light burst forth from the unicorn thestrals inside connecting with the thestral in the booth on the opposite wall. As this was happening the crystal began to glow with a pure white light which fired up into the center of the cloud vortex.

Roseluck soon had other things to pay attention to as four of the robed thestral mages, all bearing the anatomy of both stallions and mares, swooped down on the earth pony, their well-endowed stallionhoods dangling just above the water. Two of them all but worshipped her long neck and teats as the other two mounted the bench from both sides, pushing their thick shafts in through Roseluck’s eager maw and marehood. Even in the dream, Roseluck gagged slightly on the sheer girth of the azure-maned beauty whose stallion apples and mares teats swayed gently with each thrust.

Roseluck eyes watered as the powerful taste of mint began to fill her mouth. She vaguely wondered if the mage had been Minuette in disguise earlier as the other mage behind her drove herself to the hilt inside Roseluck’s boiling nethers.

Overhead, the clouds began to glow from the light emitted from the crystal pillar until both pillar and sky were indistinguishable to the thestral host who continued to cheer as thestral after thestral joined in the mating frenzy, pumping the earth pony full as the pool slowly filled with the seed of scores of thestrals, some with horns but most others without them. In a haze of lust as minutes became hours the pool itself began to glow so brightly it shone through Roseluck’s eyelids — her eyes clenched shut as she allowed the pumping, nipping, licking and sucking of lovemaking to overwhelm her senses, experiencing ecstasy upon ecstasy, orgasm upon orgasm. Her mane was a wreck from brushing up against the belly of countless lovers, every orifice she had overflowing with their seed. Dream or no, sweat poured from her body and into the pool below as she worked her hips against an equally countless number of mares who took her from behind, half of which found themselves more interested in the hole beneath her tail, their more tapered members entering her more quickly and painlessly than any pony could ever hope.

In the end, her partners began to blur together and all Rose could make sense of was each mare that was goodly enough to offer their seed made her climax with the force of a surging river that rose a little higher each time, her wetness never failing, her desires never faltering.

The now clouded pool began to spark and bubble with arcane energies as the final thestrals fired their final loads into their “sacrifice”. She was exhausted but never felt more alive. She couldn’t even bring her head off the bench but felt the magic both infusing her body and the very air around her, tickling her flesh and making her fur stand on end. Mustering up the strength to open her eyes, she couldn’t see a thing but the thick and heady steam which was quickly rising up out of the water.

“It is finished!” Juniper’s voice cut through the din of cheering and the sound of rushing air. “Now be reborn, Roseluck, as the Princess of Life!”

Roseluck felt her body began to rise off the bench as the world’s largest orgasm began to build around and inside of her like a living Sonic Rainboom. Her entire body felt malleable as clay, stretching and expanding out as she felt her head and back begin to stretch out painlessly. She felt as if the shock would surely kill her outside the dream, but within a cocoon of light, she felt safe as her climax tore through her noiselessly, overwhelming her senses completely as she came to rest back on the bench.

The room was deathly silent as the howl of wind subsided and the mists clouding the pool began to subside. Roseluck opened her eyes as a few thestrals gasped in awe. Her head swam as her senses reasserted themselves; when she opened her eyes again, she was out of her leg braces, legs akimbo atop the bench. “Wow, ladies… That was pretty bucking intense! You really had me pretty scared there for a minute. I…”

Roseluck had just begun to pull herself up when she felt her wings unfold and stiffen. “Wait… wings?” Dimly, she reached with her hoof up to touch her forehead. “And a horn... Horn?” Putting two and two together quickly, Roseluck’s mouth dropped open as she beheld herself in a nearby mirror that was swiftly provided for her. “Holy—!”

Author's Note

She dreamed of alicornication.

Thanks as always to Firesight, Silentwoodfire, and Denim_Blue for editing/prereading work.

5/24/2018 Grammarly editing pass complete.