Dreams of Submission

"Greetings, fair Moondancer."

A vast landscape of endless stars on a tapestry of shifting aurorae stretched out in every direction around Moondancer. "So, this is what the dream world looks like?"

"The realm of dreams has no true physical form, but I've found this representation to be what most ponies expect when they imagine a land beyond reality." A cloud of shadows materialized in front of Moondancer, twisting and warping into the familiar figure of Luna. "So, do you still wish to go through with this scene?"

"I do," Moondancer replied.

"I am glad." Next to her, a wooden door appeared from the aether, floating in space. "Before we begin, allow me to inform you of a few pertinent details.

"This session shall be conducted in a dream which only we two may occupy; nothing within is real except in your mind, and nopony else will ever know of what will transpire. Furthermore, as a dreamer, you will have partial control over the dream's state, and should you find yourself overly distressed, you may will the dream to disperse. Barring that, the safe word is 'dreamcatcher,' which you should not hesitate to use if you feel uncomfortable. Do you understand?"

"Dream world, complete privacy, I can cancel whenever I want or I can say 'dreamcatcher' to get you to back off. Sure." Moondancer shot a glance at the door while pacing in place. "So, can we get started?"

"Eager little thing, aren't you?" The humor in Luna's tone vanished as she spoke her next words. "When you step through that door, you shall be under my total control." A fire burned behind Luna's eyes, and Moondancer found herself feeling very, very small under her imperious gaze. "Prepare thyself, fair Moondancer, for I shall have no mercy upon thee."

With that, she vanished once again, leaving Moondancer alone among the stars. Normally, she would've taken the opportunity to explore the ethereally beautiful landscape, but tonight she had other things on her mind. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hoof on the doorknob and slowly swung it open to reveal a black void staring back at her. Without any further ado, she stepped forward into the inky darkness and suddenly found herself standing in Luna's bedchamber.

Well, not exactly Luna's bedchamber. It was definitely the same room in shape and size, and from the windows she could see the city of Canterlot below. But the contents of this room were completely different.

Her giant bed had been replaced with a much smaller one, and the vast wall of bookshelves to her left was reduced to a small bookcase. The sitting area was devoid of its usual chairs and table, the tea set likewise nowhere to be found.

Instead, the room was filled with all manner of sex toys that Moondancer had only seen before in her readings. Whips, hooks, and, and other painful instruments she didn't recognize lined one wall, while another sported a variety of vaguely phallic-shaped objects. In one corner sat a long triangular block of wood draped in sinister-looking chains that made her close her legs instinctively on sight. A spreader bar and ball gag rested innocuously next to a pair of cuffs attached to a pillory.

And in the center of the room, draped over a plainly decorated rack, was Princess Luna. For this dream, she had divested herself of her normal regalia, her body bared to Moondancer in all its glory. Moondancer stood stock still as her eyes hungrily devoured the princess' body, tracing along the curves of her strong, muscular legs as they curled around the upright wooden board studded with holes of various sizes. Her hooves were dainty despite their size, delicately tapping against the hard surface of the rack as she sinuously stretched her lithe body against it, showing off her perfectly-smoothed coat.

"Welcome, fair Moondancer." The unicorn's eyes snapped up from admiring the princess' cutie mark on her voluptuous flank to stare at her face, where her piercing blue eyes flashed with something Moondancer couldn't quite identify, but which sent an electric chill coursing through her body. Her face, framed by her ethereally billowing mane of stars and galaxies, glowed with command in the light of the torches lining the room. "Are you prepared to surrender yourself completely to my will?"

Moondancer nodded, feeling her heart begin to race again in response to that imperious tone that dripped with darkness. "I am."

Luna extricated herself from the rack and trotted over to Moondancer, power pulsing within her with her every step. Moondancer's breath caught in her throat as Luna circled around her, and she felt her deep gaze strip her soul bare to the princess.

As the princess completed her circuit, her hoof reached out to cup Moondancer's face once again, forcing her eyes to meet Luna's. "While we are in my domain, you shall address me as 'Mistress' or 'Mistress Luna.' Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Luna," Moondancer replied, feeling her legs grow weak at the intense, fiery stare.

"Come with me." Luna didn't even look behind her as she walked back towards the rack, her tone brooking no room for disobedience. Moondancer dutifully followed behind, her eyes drawn to the hypnotic sway of Luna's tail as it swung back and forth, occasionally revealing the budding bloom of her marehood for a few moments and making Moondancer's mouth water at the thought of tasting her Mistress.

Luna's horn glowed and the rack rotated until it hung horizontally from its hinges. "Climb onto the instrument of your bondage so that we might begin your torment."

"Yes, Mistress." Moondancer did as instructed, laying on her back as Luna's magic wrapped around her right front hoof, pulling it up to the edge of the board. A moment later, a soft clink sounded out as she felt Luna snap a leather band around her hoof, the rough texture as odds with the softness of her Mistress' coat against hers as she fastened the bond.

"How does It feel to submit to my control?" Luna asked as Moondancer felt a similar sensation on her left forehoof. "To have your body become mine to do as I will?" Moondancer felt a breath of warmth tickle her neck as Luna leaned over to speak into her ear, her voice lowering to a sultry hiss. "To lose the ability to even move unless I allow it?" A hoof ran itself down Moondancer's length, brushing along her sweater until it reached her lower body. Moondancer shivered as hoof brushed against coat, and gasped as the hoof stopped for a few seconds to rub against her cutie mark, sending sparks of pleasure flaring towards her core.

"How does it feel to know that your release will never come unless it pleases me?" Luna pulled away from Moondancer's ear as she finished her question, and a moment later the princess appeared in her field of view again, a beautifully devilish smile gracing her lips.

"It feels good, Mistress," Moondancer replied.

"Spread your legs." Luna dipped lower out of sight as Moondancer complied, exposing herself to her Mistress. A cool breeze brushed across her sex, making it tingle in eager anticipation. "You do not yet understand what it truly means to serve me, but before the cock crows at dawn you shall be enlightened." The final two bonds were snapped into place, locking Moondancer into a spread-eagled position.

A loud groaning issued forth from the contraption she was strapped to as she found herself slowly being rotated upright, the sound and motion stopping when Moondancer was resting at a slight incline but mostly upright. She idly noted that there was less pressure on her hooves as she would have expected at her current angle, and wrote it off as a quirk of the dream world.

"Much better." Luna stepped into view, her eyes roving over Moondancer's body in a way that felt more intimate than any caress. "But there is still much work to be done."

From the vast collection of tools on the walls, Luna floated over a wickedly-sharp dagger with a gilded hilt. "My plaything will not be allowed to hide her body from me," she said as the dagger pressed against Moondancer's sweater. "I would see you as you truly are, with no veil between us."

Luna's magic held the cloth still as the knife traveled up Moondancer's body, slicing through the sweater with ease. Moondancer's breathing grew shallow as she felt the cold edge of the steel lightly brush against her flesh. The muscles in her abdomen tightened as she did her best not to squirm under the attentions of that sharp piece of metal that glinted in the torchlight with a sinister gleam. Meanwhile, the heightened sensations brought upon by her keening fear sent little jolts of arousal into her lower body, her nethers warming in tune with the flight-or-fight response flaring up inside her.

A sigh of relief issued forth from her lips as the knife reached the end of its journey. A few more quick cuts followed, and soon Moondancer's sweater lay in tatters on the floor, fading away to nothing by the magic of the dream. Her glasses were also plucked from her face, though she noted no change in her eyesight as a result.

The chains rattled as Moondancer instinctively tried to cover herself with her forelegs. It had been years since she'd let anyone see her without wearing something to cover her body. She was utterly exposed and vulnerable as Luna cut away her last shield against the world, and she couldn't help but try to defend herself from what barbs might come once the princess saw her naked form.

"Why do you struggle so?" Luna asked, watching Moondancer's movements. "You should be proud to present yourself to your Mistress." Her horn glowed, and a moment later a silver-lined mirror shimmered into existence in front of Moondancer. "I wonder, do you see what I see?"

A hoof pressed against her face, forcing Moondancer to look forwards at her reflection in the mirror. A nervous mare stared back at her with wide eyes. "Behold." In the mirror, she saw Luna run a beautiful blue hoof down her sides, and saw the bound mare shiver in response as chills raced down her spine. "See how my toy dances to my touch." The hoof went lower, and the mare in the reflection twitched as it brushed against her inner thighs. "Is she not beautiful as a pearl rising from the sea?"

A light slap against her thigh made Moondancer yelp in surprise. "I asked thee a question, toy. Is the mare in the mirror not as lovely and temperate as to shame a summer's day?"

"Yes, Mistress," Moondancer replied, the lack of conviction clear even to her own ears.

"Methinks my plaything does try to deceive me." Luna's playful tone was cut off as she frowned. "Did you lie to me, my toy?" Menace threaded through her words as she hissed them at Moondancer. "Do not dare to speak false to me again, or you shall regret it."

"I-I'm sorry Mistress," Moondancer whimpered as the pressure between her legs grew in tune with her arousal, her core aching to be filled. No matter what the princess said, all Moondancer could see was a pudgy mare with narrowed facial features whose coat was neither colorful enough to stand out nor white enough to look pure, but simply existed as a faded beige. The exposed position she was bound in only served to highlight the lack of muscle tone in her spread limbs. Compared to the goddess standing confidently beside her, she felt wholly inadequate in form.

The hoof left her thighs as Luna patted her comfortingly on her shoulder. "It is good that you spoke the truth to me," she said, smiling softly. "In time, I shall prove to you your beauty, fair Moondancer. This I swear upon my hallowed charge in the night sky."

The gentle pats continued. "But for now, I must punish my toy for refusing to tell the truth to her Mistress." Without warning, Luna's smile turned cruel, and Moondancer flinched away from the no-longer-comforting hoof as a wicked gleam flashed in her eyes. From the wall of painful instruments, a strap of leather a few hooves long that flared out into a flat tip floated over towards them, clad in a dark blue glow.

The hard leather slid down along Moondancer's body, it's silky smooth touch making her shiver in anticipation and fear. "Do you know what this is?" Luna asked, tracing a cold line from her collarbone to her abdomen.

"A riding crop, Mistress," Moondancer gasped out as she felt a light tap on her body, right above her marehood. Her muscles tensed in response as her brain went into information mode on instinct. "Originally developed by the Unicorn Nobility during the period when slavery was still legal, it was used as a tool to coerce slaves who were used as mounts by their owners. After the practice was banned during the Unification, the device became a staple of BDSM paraphernalia, able to inflict sharp pain with great precision and speed in the hooves of a skilled user."

"Very good, toy." Moondancer whimpered as Luna stroked her marehood with the sinister instrument, rubbing it back and forth against her slick folds and making her hips buck forward as she sought to intensify the pleasure shooting through her brain at the sensation.

"Now, what shall be an appropriate punishment for your falsehood?" The crop slid away from her folds, leaving Moondancer aching and needy for her Mistress' touch. "Hmm… are you familiar with Spear Shaker's fifty-fourth sonnet?"

"Yes?" The anticipation, Moondancer found as Luna drew out her punishment with her questions, was worse than any physical injury that could be inflicted upon her.

"Then its verses shall serve as your punitive rhythm. We shall recite the sonnet in tandem, and with each line I shall strike. Now, let us begin." Moondancer twitched as the crop brushed against her right thigh.

"'O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem…'" Luna's voice was nothing short of musical as she recited the ancient poem, and Moondancer found herself being captivated by her lilting tones, barely noticing when the crop stopped pressing against her. That is, until her last word was punctuated by the sound of a sharp crack, followed by a stinging pain across her inner thigh.

Moondancer gasped in shock, her brain taking a second to register the impact before she cried out. In the mirror, she could see a bright red line along her leg and feel the accompanying burn that came with it.

"What is the next line?" Luna asked as the crop hovered in front of her. "Answer quickly, or I shall strike you again."

"'By that sweet ornament which truth doth give' – ah!" Moondancer tensed as she spoke, but it still didn't prepare her for the blow on her opposite thigh, and she cried out as the hot lash burned another red line across her beige coat.

As Luna floated the crop over towards her again, Moondancer prepared for another blow but, to her surprise, the princess simply drew circles around her inner thigh for a few seconds, letting Moondancer's arousal build up again. "'The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem…'" with her senses sharpened by the prior stimulation, the third blow was nothing short of fire against her mind and body, and she let out of strangled scream as she fought back tears.

"'For that sweet odor which doth in it live.'" Her arousal somewhat dimmed, the next blow didn't hurt quite as much, but she still couldn't help letting out a hiss as a fourth mark was writ across her coat.

Once again, Luna paused in her assault to rub the crop gently against Moondancer's thigh until every one of her nerves were raw with need. "'The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye…'" The crop struck true, and Moondancer howled her own praise to the goddesses of torment.

"'…A-As the perfumed tincture of the roses...'" Her voice faltered as she struggled to remember the lines, the next blow lashing against her and threatening to shatter her mind.

More stimulation. More arousal. A little close to her core this time. "'Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly…'" The crop was moving to the more sensitive parts of her inner thigh as well, and Moondancer let out a heartfelt scream, the first tears beginning to fall.

"'W-When summer's b-breath their m-masked buds discloses.'" The words were sobbed out as Moondancer burned with both pleasure and pain, and when the next blow came, she didn't know with which she cried out.

The crop touched her folds, sliding easily against her slick flesh. "'But, for their virtue only is their show…'" Moondancer thrashed against her bonds as lancing pain flared up right next to the core of her arousal. It took her a few seconds to silence her wordless pleas, and several more to recall the next lines.

"'They live unwoo'd and unrespected f-fade.'" The words were spoken in a rush, and Moondancer couldn't say if it was because she wanted this to be over, or if she craved that next lash of fire on the opposite side of her marehood.

Said marehood was positively leaking now as Luna teased open her folds with the leather tip, pressing with just enough force to elicit a low moan from her toy. "'Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so.'" Moondancer fought to free herself from the bonds as Luna struck true once again, aching for some kind of release like she never had before. She could feel the muscles around her core pulsing in some futile attempt to grant herself relief from the twin assault of fiery desire and flaming lash.

"'O-Of t-their s-sweet d-deaths a-a-are s-sweetest o-odors m-m-made.'" Her whole body cried out when the pain returned once again, another stroke against the canvas of her flesh.

When the smooth tip of the crop pressed against the small nub that nestled above her marehood, Moondancer lost all sense of herself, barely hearing the next words from Luna as an ache worse than any blow built up within her. "'And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth…'" Distantly, she heard a mare scream and beg in an unknown tongue, and it took her a moment to realize that mare was her.

Moondancer needed to be filled, to have somepony finally grant her the release that was so close to her. She thrashed and cried as she struggled to close her legs and rub her folds against themselves, hoping in vain to grant herself some measure of relief.

"One final line," she heard her Mistress say. "Your punishment is almost at an end, fair Moondancer. Only speak the final line and take upon yourself the final stroke."

"'W-When t-that s-shall f-fade, m-my v-verse d-distills y-your t-truth.'" Her core lit up with agony beyond words as the crop landed square on her marehood, sending a lance of pain shooting straight through her arousal and piercing it until they became one. The tears fell freely now as Moondancer's world was reduced to the sensations overwhelming her nethers.

"Very good, toy." Luna placed a chaste kiss on her cheek as the crop vanished into thin air. "You have earned your redemption. Let the marks against your flesh remind you of the price of deception." Moondancer found her head grasped in magic and forced to look ahead at the mirror, where the mare before her sported a dazzling array of red lines painted across her beige thighs in every direction, as if an angry artist had used her body as her canvas.

"Are you not grateful to your Mistress for your lesson, toy?"

Moondancer turned to face Luna. "Thank you, Mistress." To her surprise, her words sounded sultry and seductive to her ears.

"Very good." Luna approached her and lifted one hoof towards her hind legs. Moondancer flinched away from her as her whole body tensed in anticipation of further abuse, but instead the princess simply pressed against her marehood, rubbing agonizingly slowly against her folds. "You are a quick study."

The princess' velvet touch pushed deeper into Moondancer, drawing a lewd moan from the bound mare. "Oh my, how wet you are. You desire this, do you not?"

"I do, Mistress," Moondancer replied, losing herself in the bliss of Luna's hoof.

"Look at you," Luna said as she continued to knead her sex with her hoof. "So needy. You carry yourself as like a scholar, but when stripped of your mask, you are little more than a wanton harlot. Tell me, what is it that you desire?"

"I want– aahhh–" Moondancer's words were cut out as Luna's fetlock grazed her nub, sending a shock of pleasure through her body. Abruptly, the princess ceased her movements, leaving Moondancer to squirm against her stilled hoof. "P-Please…"

"I would hear your words first, toy." Luna's eyes met hers, her Mistress' stare impassive against her own pleading one. "Tell me what it is you desire from me."

"P-Please. I – I need…" Moondancer trailed off as she struggled to find the words she needed through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind.

"What to do you need, fair Moondancer?" Luna held steady as Moondancer fought to give herself some measure of relief against her Mistress' touch, unyielding to her struggles.

"I need to come!" Moondancer begged. "Please, Mistress, let me come!"

Luna smiled. "In due time, my toy." Slowly, blessedly, her hoof began moving again, drawing deep circles against her marehood and building up the tension within her nethers like a coil about to spring forward. "Soon, you shall have your relief." Her movements grew faster as Moondancer's breathing became more shallow. "Already, you grow so wet."

The princess' head bobbed down as she let a warm gust of air brush against Moondancer's sex. "The scent of your arousal is intoxicating." Moondancer felt the pleasure within her build up to its peak, her body a dam waiting for her impending orgasm to crash over its walls. "I cannot wait to watch as you achieve your release."

Just as Moondancer was about to come, Luna's hoof pulled away, leaving her writhing against her bonds as she fought to bring herself over the edge. Her sex cried out for stimulation, begging for somepony, anypony, to touch her. Luna watched impassively as she struggled for several seconds before speaking again. "But first, I will have my pleasure. After all, a slave should never come before her Mistress."

Moondancer moaned loudly as Luna brought her hoof to her muzzle, giving it a long lick. "Mmm, the taste of your desire is delightful." An amused smirk crossed her face. "And your struggles have inflamed mine own loins."

Moondancer found herself sinking into a recess in the ground as Luna turned around, stopping when Moondancer's muzzle was directly in front of her rear. Moondancer stared at the sight before her, captivated, her eyes tracing the taut lines of Luna's well-toned legs as they flowed up into her ample flanks, the cheeks of her rump perfectly framing the princess' flower.

As Luna had said, her marehood was shiny with her liquid arousal, glistening in the torchlight like a polished statue, and Moondancer felt her mouth water as she imagined placing her tongue on it. The musky scent of the princess' lust did nothing to assuage the aching in her loins at their denied release, and Moondancer found herself without relief from her torment.

"If you wish to earn your final reward, you would do well to put that skilled tongue of yours to good use, toy," the princess said as she backed her rump into Moondancer's face, stopping so that she hovered less than an inch from Moondancer's muzzle. "Now, you may begin your service to your Mistress."

Moondancer leaned forward, extending her tongue hesitantly towards that tantalizing marehood before her. She still couldn't quite believe that she was going to be eating out the Princess of the Night herself, and the sight of the beautiful flower before her was nothing short of dazzling. Still, those thoughts vanished as soon as she felt the silken touch of soft, slick flesh against her tongue.

Probing inwards, Moondancer explored the hot, wet inner walls of her Mistress, enjoying the pleasured gasp she elicited from Luna. "Very good, toy," she muttered, her bold façade showing signs of strain for the first time that night. "You may continue serving me."

Moondancer wasted no time, diving in with full force, the princess' heavenly musk against her nose and the sweet, spicy taste of her honey keeping her lust at full burn. She licked at the deep blue flesh of Luna's marehood, alternating between lapping at it like a parched dog and giving it small, sensual flicks of her tongue. With each motion, she heard Luna's suppressed moans grow a little louder.

"Oh yes!" Luna cried out as Moondancer pressed the tip of her tongue against the little nub at the base of her sex, causing the princess to release another wave of liquid into her waiting mouth. "Keep going, slave! Bring your Mistress her release if you wish to earn your own!"

Moondancer felt her own nethers let out its wetness as she placed her lips around the small, perfectly-shaped bud and suckled, causing her Mistress to scream and push backwards, grinding her sex against her slave's face. Waves of nectar covered Moondancer's muzzle as she continued to lick and suck the succulent, quivering flesh of her Mistress' most private treasure. Her own pussy ached as she served her Mistress, crying out for its own release, but Moondancer was dutiful in her service.

Finally, Luna moved her rump away from Moondancer, giving the bound mare the chance to breathe. "Thy tongue is skilled," she said, still panting as she turned to face her toy with lust-addled eyes. "Like a wasp who wields its stingers to pleasure instead of punish."

Despite her desire and her exhaustion, Moondancer couldn't help but remark, "who knows not where a wasp does wear her sting? In her tail."

Luna's lips twitched into a small smirk as she caught the reference. "In her tongue."

"Whose tongue?" Moondancer knew she was breaking character somewhat, but she couldn't resist shooting her Mistress a returning smirk.

"Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell." Luna took a step away from Moondancer as she made the platform rise back up to its original position.

"What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again." Moondancer was rewarded with a soft chuckle from Luna, the sound low and husky and sounding like the most beautiful music to her ears.

"Very clever, toy," Luna said. "Now, shall we see if you can keep your wits about you when I make you come apart with my ministrations?"

Luna turned away and walked over to one of the shelves of sex toys, speaking to Moondancer as she perused her collection. "What tool shall I use next to create my masterpiece? I think it's coming along quite nicely, no?"

Moondancer felt Luna's magic take hold of her head and force her to turn towards the mirror, while the mare herself continued to speak with her back turned to Moondancer. "I wonder if you see what I see by this time. You wear my desire plain on your face, a mark that shows just how greedy you are to use your tongue to pleasure a mare."

Indeed, as Moondancer stared into her own reflection, she saw herself flushed, red staining her cheeks alongside the liquid arousal from Luna's orgasm, giving her coat a lustrous sheen. "There are few sights more lovely than that of a mare forced to carry the scent of her Mistress," Luna said as she returned to her plaything, her telekinesis floating something over from the wall.

Moondancer's legs twitched involuntarily as she saw the metal objects Luna held in her telekinetic grip. "You shall have your release in time, toy, but first, I wish to amuse myself with your torment." The bound mare gulped as Luna laid out four metal clamps before her, each one of them gleaming wickedly in the flickering light.

"You are familiar with the myriad verses written about me, I presume," Luna said conversationally as she floated over one of the clamps. "There is one I find quite apt in this moment, one that was written about a past lover of mine. Perhaps you've heard of it?"

Luna leaned downwards, her long, spiral horn glowing a few inches from Moondancer's sex as she gently pried apart her dripping folds, exposing her inner lips. "'And by strange alchemy of brain…'"

Moondancer squirmed as her breath caught in her throat, recalling the next line with trepidation. Luna's magic opened up the metal grips of the clamp as she hovered it over Moondancer's pussy. "'…her pleasures always turn'd to pain.'" The blunted metal claws snapped shut on her folds, the magic surrounding them fading away as they locked into her soft, sensitive flesh.

Moondancer let out an anguished cry as she felt a needle of fire pierce her marehood where the clamps had focused their assault, a sharp pain that faded to a dull ache as her body normalized the feelings coursing through the most private parts of her body. Her sex was inflamed with her lust, and the cold, unyielding metal milked them of all the sensations they could provide.

"'Her naivete to wild desire.'" Moondancer bit back a scream as the second clamp bore down on the opposite side of the first, their twin weights spreading open her delicate flower to reveal the pale pink flesh contained within.

"'Her wit to love.'" The third clamp was placed right above the first, adding extra weight to her pussy and an additional point of torment to her nethers.

"'Her wine to fire.'" Moondancer winced as she now sported two clamps on either side of her core, feeling like her bud was wreathed by fire, even if the pain did lessen in time. However, she also felt her pleasure building up anew as the clamps somehow managed to draw out even more arousal from her, and a few drops of her wetness splattered onto the floor.

Luna smiled as she looked at where those drops had landed. "You are enjoying this, are you not, my little trollop?" Her hoof tapped lightly against the clamps, causing Moondancer to let out yet another lewd moan and making a couple more drops dribble onto the stone below. "I see your velvet leaves quivering, begging for attention. You would let any mare or stallion tup you right now, just to have your release, wouldn't you?" She brushed her hoof against the metal instruments once again. "Answer me. Are you ready to spread your legs for anypony who wants to rut you?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Moondancer gasped out, her pussy lips aching for more attention. "I'm just a filthy slut who'll let anypony rut me!"

Luna nodded in approval. "Very good, toy. Now, I believe we've stalled for long enough." From the aether, the lunar princess conjured a pitch-black plastic phallus, its prodigious girth and length shining in the dim light of the room.

Using one hoof to manipulate the dildo, Luna began to tease Moondancer's marehood with its tip, sliding it up and down the exposed pink flesh of her slit. Moondancer desperately bucked her hips forward, eager to take the long, hard shaft deep into her body. The clamps on her nether lips jiggled in response, sending yet another wave of pleasure and pain through her body. "Please, Mistress!" she begged as Luna continued to torment her with that cruel smirk of hers.

Luna tsked. "So needy," she murmured. Still, despite her chiding, Moondancer felt the artificial thickness begin to push deeper into her marehood, slowly stretching apart her pussy lips. The dildo inched forwards, each ridge dragging along her inner walls and forcing them to mold around the hard plastic.

Without warning, Luna pushed hard against the shaft, causing it to surge forward into Moondancer's core. Moondancer gasped at the sudden sensation of being filled, her intimate passage struggling to accommodate the intrusion. "The stroke is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts, and is desired," Luna intoned in a low, heated voice, pressing her hoof against the dildo and holding it against Moondancer's thrashing form.

As the pain and pleasure that had been dancing on the surface of her flesh sunk deeper into her body, Moondancer finally regained control of her body, panting as she fought to hold still and savor the feeling of fulfillment as the shaft touched the source of her pleasure.

All too soon, however, Luna pulled out the dildo, drawing out a long whimper from her slave as she felt the ridges of the fake cock rub along her channel, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness.

Luna pushed into her core again, this time a little faster. "You are tighter than many a mare I have bed, toy," Luna commented as she drove the shaft inside Moondancer again. "But we shall mold you yet into the strumpet you truly are."

At this point, Moondancer was so wet that the hard shaft was able to easily slide in and out of her pussy, the motion hitting all the sensitive nerves inside of her and sending pleasure throughout her entire self.

As she continued to penetrate the poor, overstimulated mare, Luna's other hoof began to roam over Moondancer's body. "Such magnificent beauty," she cooed, tracing elegant patterns across her barrel. "Look at yourself in the mirror, toy."

Moondancer did as instructed, watching the long, dark shaft plunge in and out of her clamped nethers, its regular motions almost hypnotic in how it synced with her grunts and the ebb and flow of pleasure coursing through her system.

"Do you see it yet?" Luna asked, her hoof sliding up her body. "I once wrote of the beauty of a pony whose countenance I admired. My words hold as true for her as they do you, my little plaything."

The hoof cupped Moondancer's face as Luna nuzzled her mane, sending shivers down her spine. "'Behold, thou art fair, my love,'" she intoned, her voice hot and sultry. "'Behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks.'"

Luna's muzzle slid lower as she peppered kisses down her cheek, the soft touch a counterpoint to the fiery stimulation in her lower body. "'Thine eyes like the fishpools in Haybon, by the gate of Somnambula: thy nose is as the tower of Lebaroan which looketh toward Damascolt.'" The words came out like molten lead, further inflaming Moondancer's passion.

"'Thy neck is like the tower of Rockhoof builded for an armory, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty mares.'" That warm tongue bathed the body part in question, making Moondancer squirm as she was licked repeatedly.

"'Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.'" When Luna dipped her hot tongue into her sensitive belly button, Moondancer nearly leaped off the table, she shrill cries drowning out the sound of the mercilessly hammering shaft that continued to flood her lower body with sensation.

Finally, Luna's attention returned to her nethers. "'Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.'" A warm breath washed over the neglected nub at the apex of her marehood, making Moondancer lightheaded with desire.

"And now, for the final touch." Luna's horned flashed, and a small turquoise gem the size of a tooth materialized in front of the princess' heart. She floated it over to Moondancer's sex, placing it square on her clit.

Moondancer screamed as the gem began to vibrate, overstimulating her long-denied pearl and making her eyes roll back in her head as she felt her peak approaching, the relief and tension battling for dominance against the burning pain of her previous and current abuse.

"'O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.'" The vibrations intensified, and Luna had her wish as Moondancer pleaded for release in an unknown tongue, coherency lost as she felt herself teetering over the edge.

"Your release draws near," Luna said as she walked behind Moondancer. Her hooves framed Moondancer's face as she forced the mare to stare forwards, her grip strong as iron as Moondancer thrashed and writhed. "Look, and see the reason I desired your body." In the mirror, Moondancer saw Luna lean in to whisper in her ear. "Come, my toy. Come for your Mistress."

The command was the last push needed to shatter the tension within Moondancer. With a loud cry, she clenched her thighs, a wave of pleasure unlike none other rolling over her. At the same time, Luna completely pulled out the dildo, whisking it away somewhere and leaving Moondancer's passage completely empty. Her inner walls continued to spasm, however, desperately trying to milk a cock that was no longer inside her.

As the ecstasy of that final denial overcame her, Moondancer stared into the mirror, and for the first time, she saw.

She saw a mare whose hair was wild and free, who struggled against the bonds that held her in a way that displayed her shapely legs. She saw a face that was flushed with desire, lips parted in pure lust and the liquid desire of another mare painting her features and making them shine. She saw the beautiful pattern of red lines against a soft beige coat that perfectly brought out the color that marked her past torment.

And in the junction between her thighs, at her very core, she saw her own flower spread open by jaws of silvered metal, the pink flesh of her inner walls on display as they convulsed, showing off waves of color as they undulated and sought out something, anything to milk their pleasure from. Just above that was the sparkling, vibrating gem that served as a perfect centerpiece, like crystallized nectar rising out from her soft, quivering petals that were steadily leaking a stream of honey that dribbled onto the floor.

As Moondancer's release washed over her, an endless assault of pained ecstasy, she finally saw what Luna was trying to tell her.

Moondancer was beautiful, and hot as Tartarus to boot.

All too soon, the tension drained from her body, the endless waves of pleasure fading away to pleasant aftershocks. Moondancer panted, and in the mirror she saw her tongue hanging out from her mouth in the sexy pose of a mare who had been well-fucked.

"So, did you see it, my little plaything?" Luna asked as Moondancer finally began to catch her breath.

"I did, Mistress," Moondancer replied, not needing to ask what she meant. "I'm beautiful." The words were said with reverence, an epiphany that gave her great joy to discover.

"Very good, slave," Luna replied, pride filling her voice. "You have learned the lesson I wished to teach you." Quickly, she undid the clamps and vanished the gem, and the relief Moondancer felt as the pain on her nether lips vanished was almost enough to give her another orgasm.

The restraints came down next, and soon Moondancer found herself standing on all fours again, her lower body still burning with the aftermath of her session with Luna.

Moondancer looked up at Luna, tears filling her eyes. "Thank you, Mistress," she whispered, sincerity woven into every word.

"You're welcome, toy." Luna soft smile faded as she adopted the expression of a strict taskmistress, sending chills down Moondancer's spine. "We are not finished yet, though. The night has just now broken, and I've only begun to play with you, my slave."