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                   Dreams of Submission                    
                   -by Melesse Lindenya-                   
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              Chapter 1: What Dreams May Come              
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Chapter 1: What Dreams May Come
"Have you asked to court her yet?"
Moondancer nearly dropped the cup she was holding. "What?"
"The mare you desire." Luna took a small sip of tea from her own cup, hiding her expression from Moondancer. "Or perhaps it is a stallion? Regardless, have you asked to partake in a date with them yet?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Moondancer hoped that the princess didn't notice how nervous she suddenly was. "Did you see something in my dreams?" She wouldn't be so vague if she had, right?
"You rarely have nightmares, and none powerful enough to require my intervention," Luna said, "but Love was once my domain, and I still remember how to recognize a mare smitten with its affliction."
"I'm just really content with my life right now," Moondancer said truthfully. "I don't need love to be happy." Also the truth. "I have my dream job working for you, and great friends to hang out with. Like Twilight and the girls. And you."
Luna smiled. "I am gladdened that you count me amongst your friends. Still, is there nopony you desire?"
"It's not important," Moondancer said simply. "If it happens, it happens." Not that it would, except in her dreams. "If not, then that's fine too. Being the first Lunar Archivist in a thousand years is already enough fulfilment for me."
"I must remember to thank Twilight once again for recommending you to the post. You have done a marvellous job at repopulating the shelves of the Lunar Wing."
"Thanks." Moondancer accepted the praise without argument; she was the best mare for the job, after all. "You can thank Twilight for reintroducing the idea of friendship to me too," she said with a soft smile. "Or else I probably wouldn't be here having breakfast with you. Well, breakfast for me. I guess it's dinner for you."
Luna nodded, picking up a banana and peeling it slowly. "Did you know that the word 'dinner' originates from the Old Ponish word disner, which literally meant to break fast? It originally referred to the evening meal I would eat upon awakening, but in my absence it seems the original meaning has been lost to history."
"The evolution of language is a fascinating phenomenon," Moondancer said. "I've been cataloguing some of the treatises on linguistic diaspora we have and it's really amazing how some words can mean completely different things after a few centuries."
"Indeed. Do you have any works to recommend on the subject?"
"Sky Chomp's seminal books are a good start. I can grab them from the archives for you to read tonight."
"That would be most wonderful!" Luna clapped her hooves together. "I look forward to reading it tonight."
"I'll make sure it's there for you." Moondancer glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh! I'm almost late for work!"
"Fear not," Luna said with a twinkle in her eye. "I believe your employer will understand your tardiness."
"Well, even if you won't fire me for this, I still have a job to do," Moondancer replied, standing up from her seat. "It was nice having breakfast with you."
Luna bowed her head. "I look forward to our next meeting. I shall take my repose for the day, and I hope to see you again soon. Fare thee well, fair Moondancer."
"Fare thee well, Luna." The two of them left the Royal Dining Hall through different doors, Luna headed towards her private chambers and Moondancer towards the Royal Library.
Today, her goal was to finish going through the General Forbidden Archives and marking down which items needed to be moved into their Lunar counterpart. It was relatively easy work, though somewhat disturbing since Moondancer had to peruse some of the... edge cases. The secret knowledge she had now been granted access to sent chills down her spine, and not for the first time she marvelled at how much trust Twilight and the other princesses had granted her by giving her this position.
As the sun began to set, Moondancer finished up the last of her notes and set them aside for tomorrow when she would make her final decisions. She made a quick trip to the palace's cafeteria to grab dinner before returning to the Library. One of the benefits of working in the Royal Library was the ability to sign out books herself without anyone else having to know.
Moondancer intended to use that privilege to great effect this evening.
Glancing around the main foyer to make sure there wasn't anypony who might recognize her, she surreptitiously sidled over towards a locked door at the back of the main area. She fumbled around her keyring until she found the correct key to unlock the door and stepped into the dark void that awaited her.
Once inside, she lit her horn to trigger the illumination crystals in the room, bathing the shelves that stood before her in a gentle glow. Closing and locking the door behind her, Moondancer stepped deeper into the least-visited public archives in the entire Library.
After all, few ponies were brave enough to enter the Royal Library just to peruse its collection of erotic literature.
Moondancer started out in Nonfiction, picking out several books on bondage techniques and a few treatises written by the Sad Marquis. Not that she ever planned to use this information, but more knowledge was always a good thing, and she liked her fantasies... detailed.
Next, she moved on to the fiction section, flipping through the catalogue which had a convenient fetish-based listing as a result of the efforts of some very enthusiastic archivist. She strolled through the dusty shelves, grabbing the books she was interested in. Once she had a sizable stack of blank covered volumes floating in her magical grasp, she trotted over to one of the desks at the side and laid them out in front of her.
Her heart fluttered in excitement as she flipped open the first book, a steamy tale about a beautiful unicorn princess being kidnapped by a dragon and made to serve him as his concubine. She suppressed a delicious shiver as she skimmed through all the perverse acts the poor mare was forced to perform before closing the book. There would be time enough for pleasure reading when she was safe in the privacy of her own home.
Slipping that book into her "keep" pile, she opened up the next one, which promised to be a sensually charged tale of a mare being introduced to the dark world of BDSM by a powerful billionaire. She quickly tossed the book into her "return" pile, unable to stomach the terrible writing.
She went through the next dozen books in this fashion, only choosing to keep a few of them. The whole time, she could feel herself growing warmer, a pleasant ache building up between her back legs as a slight wetness stirred within her pussy. Moondancer grabbed the last book, eager to return home to sate her desires.
The final story was about a mare who had discovered a secret BDSM society in her town and was exploring its vast compound. Moondancer found herself unexpectedly engrossed in the narrative as the story wove a series of descriptions so vivid it felt like she was playing the part of the protagonist herself. Unbidden, one hoof slid downwards, pressing lightly against her marehood to ease the nearly unbearable pressure.
She rubbed herself gently as she read, letting out a soft gasp her hoof brushed against her sensitive nub while, in the story, the protagonist watched as a mare was brought to orgasm over and over again while bound in a deviously complex contraption.
Maybe she didn't have to wait until she got back to her house to relieve herself a little. After all, she was alone, and nopony came in here anyways...
As the mare in the story continued her journey of sexual discovery, Moondancer intensified the rubbing of her hoof between her thighs, letting out a soft moan as she flipped the page to the next chapter, where the mare came upon a couple dominating a chained pony. She pressed deeper into herself, feeling the tension coil up within her core, waiting to snap at any moment…
"I see this room is occupied. Perhaps I should return at a more opportune time."
Moondancer jerked her hoof violently away from between her legs as she slammed the book shut with enough force that she would have berated anypony else for doing the same. "P-Princess Luna!" she stammered, her entire face turning red from mortification as her arousal was drenched with an icy chill of dread.
"I believe I told you to dispense with my titles when we were in private. And this certainly counts as a private moment, I should think." The princess of the night wore an amused smirk on her face, which only made Moondancer wish that a gate to Tartarus would open up beneath her chair and swallow her whole.
"I'm so sorry," she babbled, the words rushing out in an unstoppable torrent. "I didn't know you were here please don't fire me or banish me or –"
"Peace, fair Moondancer." Luna held up a hoof against her mouth as she chuckled softly. "I am not wroth with you. Be at ease – I only wished to tease you a little."
Face still red but no longer in danger of having a panic attack, Moondancer tried to school her features back into some semblance of calm and collected. "Sorry, Luna. I didn't hear you come into the room."
"I phased in," Luna said. "I did not wish to ask the receptionist for the key and had assumed that nopony would be present. My apologies for disturbing you."
"Oh, no, it's nothing," Moondancer quickly said. "I just wasn't expecting anyone either."
"Verily, it is a shame how ponies fear to tread in this room. To the best of my knowledge it truly is the largest collection of the erotic in written form that exists in all the realm."
"It is," Moondancer confirmed. "The second largest is the Baltimare Collection of Adult Literature, which only has around sixty-three percent of the volumes that we do, as of last year. Though they do have access to certain works that we lack, including a first-edition copy of The One-Hundred-And-Twenty-Days of Clydesdale."
"You've certainly done your research," Luna said, walking over towards Moondancer. "Not that I would expect anything less of a scholar such as you." She stopped in front of Moondancer's desk, leaning over to peer at her pile of books to take home.
Moondancer held her breath as Luna read through the titles on the covers, unsure of how Luna would react to seeing her… unusual predilections. She'd never shared her tastes in such things before, and having the Princess of the Night judging what she was into was definitely not how she wanted her secret to slip out.
Finally, after an endless silence, Luna spoke. "A fine collection," she announced with no trace of judgement or mockery in her tone. "I see your tastes run… sharper than most."
"Umm… yeah." Moondancer wasn't really sure what else to say to Princess Luna commenting on her sexual preferences.
Luna carefully floated out the book on the bottom of the pile, flipping it open with her magic. "Ah, I recall writing this one. One of my earlier works, and quite unpolished, but I still take some pride in it."
"Wait, you're Night Dreamer?" Moondancer looked up at Luna with wide eyes. "Literary scholars have been trying to figure out who she was for centuries."
"My sister and I always used various pen names when we published so as to not give ourselves any advantage." Luna smiled as she closed the book. "I have fond memories of writing this. Though much fonder are the memories of the events that inspired the story."
"You mean the princess in the story was… you?" Moondancer found it very hard to reconcile the demure creature in the story with the mighty Princess of the Night. There was also the fact that she had been planning to pleasure herself to a story about her employer and friend, but that was a whole other therapy session.
"Yes, though many liberties were taken with the events which truly transpired. Instead of being kidnapped, I was visiting the Dragon Lands for diplomatic purposes, as a new Dragon Lord had newly risen up. Torch was ever the perfect gentledrake in our negotiations, and our little tryst was desired by both parties."
Luna's eyes flashed with something that made the whole room feel warmer. "Once he led me into his bedchamber, however… I couldn't help but share my tale in anonymity, in the hopes that others might experience a sliver of the pleasures I was graced with."
"So everything in the bedchamber scenes…?"
"Yes."
"Even the thing with the weather vane?"
"Especially the thing with the weather vane." Both of them paused to shiver, Luna from her memories and Moondancer from her imagination. "But yes, it was a most enjoyable summit, and Torch allowed me to explore my submissive side, an experience I am grateful for even if I found myself drawn to dominance in the end."
"So are the other stories by Night Dreamer also semi-autobiographical, or just this one?" The urge to pull out her quill and notebook was strong, but Moondancer resisted.
"Yes, though some had more liberties taken than others," Luna replied. "I've lived a long life with many varied experiences, and as Princess of the Night, the arts of lust have always been considered a part of my domain. I can provide the names of some identities I have published under if you are curious."
"I'd love that." Moondancer raised a hoof to her mouth as she realized that she had just told the princess she planned on reading all about her sexual escapades.
Luna's smile never wavered. "There is no need to be embarrassed. I am the Mistress of Dreams, and I am intimately familiar with the desires of ponies. Still, that is enough about my own exploits. How about you, fair Moondancer? What paths have you taken in life that have led you to this room with these excellent books?"
Well, that was one way to make her feel self-conscious. "It's definitely not as exciting as yours," she said. "Turns out being a shut-in isn't conducive to having an active love-life. Hence the books." That wasn't embarrassing at all, Moondancer thought to herself as she struggled not to hide her face in her sweater.
"So you have never had the opportunity to experience any of the acts described in these books?" Luna swept a hoof over the pile of fetishistic stories.
"Umm… no." Maybe it was time to figure out an excuse for why she had to leave, before things got even more awkward.
"Would you like to?"
That brought Moondancer's brain to a screeching halt. "What?"
"I have much experience in the proclivities which you seem to find alluring." Luna took a step back, making her motions large and deliberate. "I would offer to you an outlet for your desires, with no other strings attached. If you refuse at any time, it will be as if this offer was never made; I would not for the world make you believe I would hold your refusal against you."
"Of course. I'd never think that of you." The reserved way Luna was standing, obviously trying to give Moondancer as much space as possible, warmed her heart and put her mind at ease. "You're my friend, and beloved by the ponies for a reason."
"Thank you." Luna inched closer to Moondancer. "So what say you to my offer?"
"I appreciate it, really," Moondancer replied, "but I'm not really the type to enjoy pity sex, even if it's really kinky pity sex with a princess."
"I must confess that my grasp of modern Equuish is fleeting at times. What is 'pity sex'?"
Moondancer paused. "It's… hmm… I guess it's a concept that's been around for a while, but nopony came up with a term for it until recently. It's basically what it sounds like – sex given to someone out of pity."
"And why would I pity you?" Luna's head tilted in confusion as she spoke.
Moondancer gave a light snort, falling back into her comfortable familiarity with the princess. "Oh please, look at me." She pointed a hoof at herself. "I get that you're trying to be a good friend to me, but I'm fine with the way my life is."
Luna's confused expression didn't fade. "You still have me at a disadvantage, fair Moondancer."
"Please stop calling me that." Moondancer ran a hoof through her hair in frustration. "We both know I'm not attractive and that you could do so much better."
Luna flinched. "I see. You believe yourself to be undesirable."
Moondancer rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm okay with it. I don't have any weird hang-ups about my body. I've just accepted that if I ever attract someone, it'll be because of my brains and not my looks, and that's perfectly fine. But that doesn't mean I want you rubbing it in."
"You are sorely mistaken, fa–" the blasted word was cut off as Moondancer glared at Luna. "–Moondancer, in more ways than one. I do not use that epithet lightly."
"You don't need to try and make me feel better–"
"Enough!" A gasp escaped from between Moondancer's lips as Luna suddenly rushed forward and cupped her chin with her hoof. "I will no longer listen to you slander yourself so. You possess a rare beauty, one you sadly hide away within that dreary sweater of yours and behind those glasses. You are fair of face and body, and I would love nothing more than to gaze upon you in delight."
"Y-You really think so?" It was getting hard to breathe, and Moondancer couldn't help but be enraptured by Luna's piercingly blue eyes.
Luna raised an eyebrow. "You dare accuse your princess of speaking falsehoods?"
"Of course not!" Moondancer hastily responded.
"Then know this to be the truth: thou art as glorious to my night as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on her when she bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air." Luna held Moondancer's gaze with her own as she spoke, and the smaller mare could feel every ounce of sincerity in her fanciful words.
Moondancer gulped. "Well, I guess I can't argue against both a princess and the great Spear Shaker himself."
"So we are in agreement that you are most fetching and that I truly wish to delight in pleasuring you?"
A shiver raced down Moondancer's spine, and she was keenly away of the feel of Luna's hoof not-quite-caressing her. "Yeah, I guess."
"Wonderful. Then what say you to my offer?" Luna pulled back, releasing Moondancer from her gaze and giving her space once again. "Unless another already holds your heart?"
"Y–" Moondancer nearly bit down on her tongue to stop her response. "I mean, no, there's nopony else in my life, like I said before."
Luna held her gaze for a moment, but didn't press further. "Very well, my offer still stands, then. And once again, if you do not wish this, then I shall understand."
This time, Moondancer actually took some time to think about it. On the one hand, she still wasn't convinced that Luna wasn't just trying to be a good friend to her. On the other hoof… "A chance to share a night of passion with the Princess of the Night and a good friend? I'd be an idiot to turn that down, if that's what you want too."
"I would not have made the offer if it was not also my desire. Is that so hard to comprehend?"
Moondancer pointed a hoof at Luna. "I mean, you're Princess Luna!" she said, not quite shouting. "Poets have written for centuries about your beauty, and none of them could even come close to describing it. And I've read enough of Sapphic Sapphire's poems to know that your lovers were smoking hot too."
A small smile graced Luna's features. "Ah yes, Sleeping Shepherd was simply marvellous in the bedchamber. And elsewhere."
"If half of what you've written about as Night Dreamer actually happened, then there's no way I want to miss out on that." Moondancer smiled for the first time that evening.
"So is that a yes?" Luna asked.
"It is," Moondancer replied. There was an awkward silence. "So, uhh, what happens next? I don't really have any experience in spontaneous trysts."
"I believe a conversation to establish expectations is customary." Luna floated over a few books towards her. "From these books, I assume you have an interest in what they now call BDSM?"
Moondancer nodded. "I do, yes." Her heart began racing once again as it dawned on her that she really would be having sex with Princess Luna.
"What is it about these stories that captivate you? Do you desire to hold the reins, to have another at your beck and call to bring pleasure or pain on a whim? Or do you wish to place yourself at the mercy of another, trusting in them to unlock within you true ecstasy in submission?"
"The second one," Moondancer replied. "I've always wanted to try being a submissive."
"I see. And are there any specific limits I should know of?"
"Nothing too extreme, I guess." Moondancer placed a hoof on Luna's book. "Basically, nothing beyond what the characters in Night Dreamer's books went through."
"That is not a problem." Luna returned the books to the pile. "Are you still yet a maiden?"
"No, I've had a couple coltfriends before. Nothing too serious, but we did fool around a little before we broke up."
"That is good. It would not do to introduce a maiden to something too close to that keen edge of dominance." Luna tapped her chin. "Hmm, I believe I have the perfect idea for a session."
"Really?" Moondancer felt herself moistening again in anticipation.
"Aye." Luna trotted over to Moondancer and gently stroked her cheek with her hoof. "I shall see you later tonight, fair Moondancer."
"Err, tonight?" Her throat felt dry as everything seemed to be rushing at her too quickly.
"Unless you are otherwise occupied?"
"No, I'm free," Moondancer replied. "So, my place or yours? I assume we want to do this discreetly to avoid any rumors."
"That would be for the best," Luna agreed. "And as for location, we shall hold this session in my domain. The land of dreams."
"Oh." Moondancer couldn't quite keep the disappointment from her voice.
"Do not think that your experience will be any less for it being beyond this reality," Luna said. "The magic of dreams is strong, and I am its true Mistress. What I weave outside the waking world shall be no different in sensation to that of this realm. I would advise that you exchange your bedsheets with something that you are prepared to wash afterwards."
Moondancer gulped. "Okay. I'll see you in a bit, then?"
"One last thing." The world held still as Luna leaned forward towards Moondancer, pressing their lips together. The kiss was firm and demanding, yet controlled and restrained. When Luna pulled away all too soon, Moondancer was panting lightly. "A taste of what is to come," she said before dematerializing into a cloud of arcane energy and flying out of the room.
Moondancer sat staring blankly ahead for several minutes afterwards, unable to quite believe what had just happened. Surely Princess Luna herself had not caught her clopping in the Royal Library and then proceeded to not only tell her that she was beautiful, but also offer her a night of living out her erotic fantasies. Even if she was the princess' friend, that kind of thing just didn't happen to a mare like her.
Either way, it was time for her to go home. Moondancer returned the books she wasn't checking out back to their appropriate places, then filled out the paperwork for the books she had decided to keep, plus a few more of Night Dreamer's books. She trudged through the streets of Canterlot with her filled saddlebags until she reached her house at the edge of town. Unlocking the door to her house, she walked inside and made sure to neatly set her new acquisitions on her desk for further reading.
Adrenaline still flooded her system from her encounter with Luna, which probably did happen and probably wasn't a fever-dream, so Moondancer went out for a quick run to burn off her excess energy. When she returned an hour later, the moon had risen high in the sky and Moondancer felt pleasantly exhausted. After a quick shower and a bit of chaste light reading, Moondancer climbed into bed, noting that she really needed to wash the sheets soon anyways so there wasn't any need to change them. Closing her eyes, she let herself drift off to sleep, anticipation welling up inside of her.

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       Chapter 2: The Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows        
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Chapter 2: The Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows
"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."

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  Chapter 3: Dreams no Mortal Ever Dared to Dream Before   
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Chapter 3: Dreams no Mortal Ever Dared to Dream Before
Moondancer gulped as Luna trotted up to her and cupped her face with a hoof. "Are you prepared for what is to come?" she asked, and underneath that menacing tone Moondancer heard a thread of true concern.
This wasn't just her playing a role; Luna was making sure that Moondancer was still okay with continuing their session. The unicorn felt her heart warm at the care Luna was taking with her. "I am your slave, Mistress," she said prostrating herself on the cold stone floor. "I live only to serve your pleasure."
Luna smiled. "I see my plaything has been trained well," she said, lightly stroking Moondancer's mane. "You have earned the right to bear my mark." She produced a jet-black collar attached to a leash, with a symbol of a crescent moon in white standing out against the dark leather.
Moondancer felt a thrill of submission as she bowed her head, a pleasure that stemmed from her heart spreading through her body as her Mistress snapped the collar shut around her neck, just tight enough so that she wouldn't forget its presence.
"This collar proclaims your status as my property for all who might see you, toy," Luna explained as she raised the leash to pull Moondancer's head back up. The smaller mare stared up at her Mistress' eyes, those beautiful blue eyes filled with so much dominance and care.
"Thank you, Mistress," Moondancer said, feeling the weight of the collar on her neck and in her soul.
"Now then, we shall show to the world what a good slave you are," Luna said. "But first, I want to make sure that everypony can see just how wanton you are as well."
Moondancer's tail twitched as a pressure appeared at her dock, followed by the sensation of cool air against her still-sensitive nethers. Looking in the mirror, she saw a ring fastened about the base of her tail, forcing the appendage up and exposing her pussy for all to see.
Luna nodded in approval as she inspected Moondancer. "Much better," she said, circling around the mare. "Now, come with me."
As her Mistress walked behind her, Moondancer turned and saw a doorway carved into the wall of the bedchamber that she swore hadn't been there a second ago. It opened to reveal yet another dark void which Luna stepped into, still holding her leash in her telekinetic grip. Moondancer was quickly tugged forward and forced to walk through the door herself.
She emerged to find herself standing in the throne room of Canterlot Castle. Sunlight streamed in from the west-facing window as the dying rays of the sun bathed the room in warmth.
Luna floated the leash next to her as she and Moondancer trotted down the dais where the throne sat and made their way to the end of the room, where a large set of double doors opened to reveal two guards standing at attention in their customary locations.
Paying them no mind, Luna continued to lead Moondancer into the main hall of the castle. Moondancer tamped down a flash of panic as she remembered that she was in a dream, and that neither of those two ponies were real.
Still, despite that knowledge, she could definitely feel their hungry eyes roving all over her body, and she felt her marehood warm as she walked past them and felt their focus shift to her exposed sex.
The two guards weren't the only ones staring. As they continued down the vast entrance hall, Moondancer was keenly aware of a multitude of guards, staff, and petitioners stopping in their tracks to watch her passing. Moondancer's cheeks reddened in embarrassment as she heard hushed whispers from the bystanders, and while she couldn't make out the exact words, she knew they were talking about her and how her most intimate parts were on display for the world to see.
Still, she couldn't help but feel a thrill in her heart at the thought of being the center of attention, and her abused cunt began to leak once again under their scrutiny.
All the while, Luna didn't speak a single word, not when the main doors opened to reveal Canterlot in all its splendor as the sun slowly crept towards the horizon and lit it up in a brilliant orange hue. At this time of the day, the streets were less busy than usual, but there was still a sizeable crowd milling about.
The multitude of eyes crawling all over her made Moondancer shiver in delight and fear as she walked about the city in public, the collar around her neck and the leash leading her marking her as Luna's. A sense of pride also welled up within her as she realized that Luna was showing her off to the crowd.
As the crowds whispered and pointed at her, Moondancer's tail twitched, trying to raise itself even higher than the tail ring did to show off as much of herself as she could. Her face and nethers were twin furnaces, and the thought of being paraded about by her Mistress fanned the flames into an inferno.
By the time they reached the town square, Moondancer desperately craved another release, and she was willing to let Luna have her way with her right out in the open to get it. In fact, the idea of being ravished while the crowd watched only made the idea that much sweeter.
Luna led Moondancer up onto a stage at the very center of the city. On the raised platform was yet another installation that she was familiar with: a plank with three large circular holes cut into it propped up along its long edge by a stand, with a wooden bench sitting behind it. Moondancer's heart began racing she eyed the stocks, her brain putting two and two together and realizing what this next scene was going to be.
"Good evening, fillies and gentlecolts!" Luna needed no megaphone to make her voice heard to all the ponies who had stopped to listen to their Princess. "I come bearing glad tidings!"
The din of the crowd dimmed to faint murmuring as Moondancer felt the leash tugging on her, forcing her to step forward into the eyes of the waiting populace. "In my great magnanimity, I have decided to share my toy with you today."
Luna pointed a hoof towards Moondancer. "She is very fetching, is she not?" The princess turned to face her. "And so, so needy." She made a spinning motion with her hoof. "Go on, slave. Show these ponies just how much you need a good rutting."
Moondancer did as instructed, slowly turning around in a circle and letting everypony see her glistening folds. Shame and arousal burned her as she completed her circuit, returning to face her Mistress who was gazing approvingly at her.
"As you can see, my toy is ready to spread her legs for anypony who wishes to use her." Luna's tone was casual and matter-of-fact, as if she was describing a lot at an auction. "She will service anypony who steps onto this stage until I deem otherwise."
The stocks were wrapped in Luna's magic as the princess opened up the wooden plank. "Go on, toy," Luna said, pulling Moondancer towards the wooden implement. "We would not wish to keep the crowd waiting, would we?"
Moondancer trotted over and placed her head and front legs in the semi-circular divots of the stocks while she rested her barrel on the wooden block below her. With her every move, she was keenly aware of her audience, and as she settled into place, she couldn't help but give her rump a slight wiggle, bringing attention to her needy slit.
"Eager, aren't we, toy?" Humor suffused Luna's voice as the stocks slammed shut, locking Moondancer's arms and head in place.
"One last detail." Moondancer suddenly felt her vision cut off as cloth covered her eyes. "You do not need to see who you shall serve, no? After all, it is not your place to refuse your body to anypony. Now, spread your legs, toy."
Moondancer did as instructed, feeling the cool evening air tickle her inner thighs and bring attention to the wetness between them. She shivered in anticipation as it dawned on her just how vulnerable she was, how anypony could do what they wished to her body and how she would be powerless to stop them.
"Very good." Luna's voice came from Moondancer's right, the sound seeming sharper and clearer now that she was down one sense. "Now, let us begin. Everypony, come and relieve yourselves as you wish. My plaything's holes are yours to use as you see fit."
There a bit of shuffling coming from the distance, and suddenly Moondancer heard the clopping of hooves stepping onto the wooden platform, the faint vibrations running through her body.
"Ah, our first supplicant," she heard Luna say. "Tell me, good stallion, how do you wish to use my toy?"
"Her pussy looks real tight, Princess." A rough male voice replied to Luna's question. "I wanna piece of that snatch."
"Then by all mean, enjoy yourself."
More hoofsteps. Then, without warning, Moondancer felt a pair of hooves gripping her flanks, pressing against her cutie mark in a pleasantly firm hold.
Moondancer let out a soft gasp as a warm, hard shaft slid back and forth across her dripping slit. The velvety skin of the stallionhood rubbed against her sensitive flesh, and Moondancer wiggled her hips in an attempt to intensify the sensation.
The teasing continued for a few more seconds, driving Moondancer wild with need. Just as she was about to beg the unknown stallion to fill her, however, the rounded tip of the member began pushing apart her folds. As wet as she was, there was no resistance facing the stallion as, inch by inch, he slowly slid himself inside of her.
Though this stallion didn't have the length or girth of Luna's dildo, the soft, silken texture of his cock was more than a fair compromise as each uneven ridge and vein scored Moondancer's inner walls, making her moan in sheer bliss as the ache in her loins was finally being assuaged.
The stallion hilted himself before pulling out just as slowly as he went in. Moondancer appreciated the opportunity to re-accustom herself to the feeling of having her marehood stuffed with cock.
The second stroke was much swifter, and Moondancer let out a sigh of relief as she felt a steady rhythm begin to build up, the warm, hard shaft stroking her from the inside in the most delicious way. Each time the cock was hilted inside of her, Moondancer let out a grunt, and soon she heard Luna's voice calling out to the crowd once again.
"Come now, do not be shy. My toy still has holes to satisfy you with." A gentle but firm hoof grasped Moondancer's chin, forcing her head to tilt upwards as much as the stocks would allow. "Tell the crowd how much you wish to service them with your mouth," Luna commanded.
As the stallion behind her continued to pound her pussy, Moondancer cried out her lust to the crowd. "Please, use my mouth as you see fit! I need to have a cock to suck!"
Within seconds, Moondancer felt a large presence in front of her. She breathed deep and took in the scent of male arousal, her mouth watering as she waited for further prompting.
She didn't have to wait long, as she soon felt something soft and bulbous pushing against her lips. Her tongue poked out of her muzzle, flicking against the tip and tasting something salty and distinctly male. Her mouth opened and she gave the shaft in front of her a long, full lick, savoring the texture of the veined cock against her tongue. The taste of male arousal coupled with the agonizingly sweet friction against her folds from the other cock in her pussy had Moondancer moaning in sheer bliss.
The stallion seemed to take her open mouth as an invitation, as a moment later, she felt him pushing his way past her lips. She ran her tongue along the base of the shaft as it surged into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Moondancer forced herself to relax her muscles as the stallion kept pushing until he bottomed out deep in her throat.
Moondancer wrapped her lips around the shaft and lovingly bathed it with her tongue as she struggled to hold her breath. Just as she was about to begin gagging around it, he pulled out, his tip grazing the tip of her tongue before slamming back inside her moist cavern.
This time, Moondancer really did gag, the muscles in her throat contracting as she reflexively tried to swallow, the convulsions of her muscles in sync with the pounding behind her.
As Moondancer was spit-roasted by the two stallions, the pleasure of being so completely filled began to overwhelm her, and she felt her lust growing as she was screwed towards her own peak.
Her hips bucked as Moondancer worked towards her own release, but just as she was about to reach the edge, she felt the cock inside her pussy stiffen, and seconds later the first jet of hot, sticky essence splashed against her insides, followed soon after by several more spurts that painted her insides with liquid warmth.
The stallion left his cock inside of her for a couple more seconds before pulling out, leaving Moondancer feeling empty and unfulfilled. She whimpered into the cock currently sliding into her throat as her body slowly came down from the edge, still aching with loss and lust from the denied release.
She focused her energy on pleasing the shaft in her mouth as she awaited another stallion who would grant her that orgasm she so sorely desired. She swirled her tongue against the warm flesh invading her mouth, licking the tip every time the stallion pulled out to thrust back in. The taste and scent of his arousal only served to inflame her lust, and she fervently hoped that somepony would come along to use her marehood soon.
Within seconds, her hopes were answered as a new pair of hooves gripped her cutie mark. This time, there was no slow teasing or gentle penetration; instead, her inner walls were spread quite suddenly as a cock the size of Luna's dido suddenly invaded her privates.
Her gasp turned into choking as she spluttered around the stallionhood currently violating her throat. The new stallion pounding her rump had little of the finesse of the previous one, his movements rough and fast and imprecise. Moondancer quickly found her nerves overwhelmed by the intense sensation as she returned to her previous point approaching the peak of her release.
A voice whispered into her left ear as she was being thoroughly fucked from both ends, the soft caress of her Mistress' breath against her cheek a soothing counterpoint to the fiery lust that consumed her. "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"
With Moondancer unable to answer, Luna spoke on. "I do believe we have found your proper place, toy. Bound in wood, unable to do anything but take the stallionhoods of those you serve into your body to pleasure and worship. 'Tis a consummation most devoutly to be wished, the violation of your lovely mouth and beautiful marehood."
The stallion behind her lined his thrust perfectly to hit the most sensitive part of her inner walls, causing Moondancer to let out an unrestrained moan, the vibrations in her throat seeming to please the stallion in front of her as he sped up his pace.
"These fine stallions seem most pleased with your work." Her Mistress' voice was smooth velvet as it caressed her mind. "Perhaps you were always meant to be a pleasure slave. Would you like that? To throw your cares away and spend your days as little more than a hole to warm a stallion's member?"
Moondancer whimpered in response as she felt her release beginning to build once again, her hind legs clenching in an attempt to make herself more tight for the stallion fucking her. "That truly is what you desire, is it not?" This time, humor tinged Luna's voice, like the soft chiming of bells tinkling in the night. "Beneath that studied façade is a mare who only desires a rough rutting. A mare who would spread her legs for anypony with a cock."
The next time she spoke, Moondancer could feel Luna's lips against her ear. "There is no purpose in hiding your true self anymore, toy. Embrace your nature as nothing more than a wanton trollop who only desires the base indulgences."
It was all too much. The taste and feel of the cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the vicious plundering of her most private treasure, her Mistress' cloying words. The perfect storm of sensations sent Moondancer careening over the edge into orgasm. Waves of pleasure wracked her body, her pussy spasming around the shaft thrusting into her in an attempt to milk it for all it was worth.
She let out a long, keening moan into the cock fucking her throat as her head thrashed about in its bonds, causing her to choke on the warm flesh invading her and making her pussy convulse to grip the other cock and force it to pleasure her.
The whole time, neither stallion stopped, much to Moondancer's delight as she rode out the raw ecstasy assailing her senses, all pain and discomfort a distant memory in the endless sea of bliss.
Regretfully, the high of orgasm soon began to dim as the last few waves of release passed through her body. The members assailing her holes did not relent, the stallion in front continuing to thrust into her mouth even as her jaw went slack, while the stallion behind her sought his own release, uncaring as to how oversensitized her marehood was after her orgasm.
The stallion before her stiffened, giving Monndancer only a couple seconds to prepare as he unloaded spurt after spurt of salty, stick essence into her mouth. Moondancer did her best to swallow the warm liquid, her once-sated lust returning as she took his seed into her body.
After she had swallowed the last of his cum, the stallion pulled out, taking a moment to wipe himself off on the side of her cheek. Moondancer only had moments to catch her breath before the next stallion came up to her and, without any ceremony, gripped her head with his hooves and shoved himself past her lips and into the back of her throat, his prodigious length causing her to choke and gag on the shaft that was impaling her.
Uncaring as to her breathing, he pulled out and plunged himself as deep as he could go into her again, timing his thrust with that of the stallion behind her, until they were both pumping into her at the same time and bringing her arousal to a fever pitch with the resonating sensations against her mouth and sex.
"These stallions seem well-pleased by your servitude," Luna remarked causally from her side, "and I do believe that you are pleased to be in your rightful place as well, unless mine eyes do deceive me. Your release betrays your base desires."
A pause as Moondancer savored the blissful shock of being invaded once again. Then, a voice in her other ear. "You've done well in pleasing the stallionhoods presented to you. Your skill is such that I wonder how much practice you have had. Is this what you do when you are not in the castle? Do you spend your nights with a facsimile of a stallion's member, using your hooves and your mouth and your cunt in order to educate yourself on how best to pleasure it?"
A kiss pressed against her cheek. "Or perhaps you wander the streets at night, allowing any stallion or mare who desires to use you as they wish? After all, we now know how you love to be used roughly, to be bred ruthlessly until your body can take no more, then to be pushed to the edge yet again."
Moondancer cried out as the shaft in her pussy struck at the perfect angle to send shocks of pleasured pain through her body. "Yes," Luna continued, uncaring as to her torment. "I think I shall keep that ring about your tail, so that all in the castle may see and know of your depravity."
The cock buried deep in her sex twitched, and Moondancer braced herself for his release, but instead, he pulled out of her, and a moment later she felt the hot lash of his seed searing her coat, marking her as the sex toy she was.
As soon as he finished, another stallion moved to take his place, his movements slow and deliberate as he stroked her from within with his shaft, sending sparks of sweet ecstasy through her core and making her clench her thighs even tighter with need.
Seconds later, she felt the same telltale twitch in her mouth, and the stallion using her throat pulled out, giving Moondancer a moment to take a breath before her face was painted with his essence, the smell of the hot, sticky mess filling her nostrils and bringing her to another shuddering release as her pussy clamped down and milked the other stallion's cock for all it was worth.
"Beautiful," Luna murmured as she gently stroked Moondancer's mane. "You wear the mark of a stallion wonderfully, like a mare well-used."
Hooves shuffling in front of her. Luna's voice again. "I do believe I've spent far too long as the watcher. Your performance has lit the spark of lust within me once again. Now lick, slave. Show me how much you desire to please your Mistress."
Sweet, feminine musk assaulted her sense, making Moondancer's mouth water as she strained her neck forward towards her Mistress' beautiful flower. Her tongue reached out and lapped at her soft petals, delighting in the lovely coos her Mistress made in response.
A hoof pushed her muzzle deeper into her Mistress' marehood, and Moondancer gave it a long, slow lick, letting the sensations on her tongue guide her path through the darkness. She soon found the small bud at the base of her folds and planted a quick kiss on it, drawing out a short, startled gasp from her Mistress.
Spurred on by the lustful response, Moondancer's tongue dove deep into her Mistress, sending a gush of hot honey from her as her inner walls clamped down on her instrument of pleasure.
Meanwhile, the stallion behind here, never letting up his gentle assault on her marehood, pushed forward hard, and Moondancer found herself deeper still in her Mistress.
"Oh, most wonderful of mares!" Luna cried out as she rode Moondancer's face. "Do not cease in pleasuring your Mistress!"
Moondancer had no problems obeying that command, the thrusting of her tongue into her Mistress' folds matching the rhythm of the stallion using her sex.
On and on it went, the sweet scent of Luna's desire and the taste of her Mistress' honey against her tongue as she lavished attention on those delicate petals only serving to enhance the pleasure she felt as she was rutted from behind.
Her lust spilled over once again as she cried out in mind-numbing pleasure into her Mistress' sex, lapping mindlessly away at that lovely, sweet flower before her while her own inner walls were coated with the stallion's release as she milked his shaft with the spasms of her orgasm.
As the stallion pulled out and Moondancer rode out the last waves of pleasure, she suckled hard on her Mistress' nub, sending her into convulsions and releasing a flood of sweet honey that she gladly lapped up, even as more of it covered her face in its warmth.
Luna held her muzzle to her sex until the last of her release had been achieved before allowing her the freedom to breathe and stepping away from her. Moondancer had only seconds to recover before two more stallions came up to make use of her once again, their large members invading her eager holes.
At some point, Moondancer completely lost track of time, so lost in her haze of pleasure that she couldn't tell minutes from hours. Her marehood was violated again and again by stallions of varying size and temperament. Some were rough and harsh, plunging into her again and again to sate their own needs, uncaring as to her pleasure and treating her as little more than a cocksleeve.
Others were smooth and gentle, taking care to ensure that they hit all the right places in order to draw out those long, lewd moans from her abused throat. A few even used their hooves to rub her clit to a shuddering climax before pulling out.
Her mouth, meanwhile, received a similar variety of treatment, from stallions simply looking for a cock warmer to deposit their seed into, to those who gave Moondancer the opportunity to lick and suckle and worship at the instrument of her undoing, savoring the taste and texture of each shaft and taking satisfaction from knowing it was her who had driven them to release. A few mares even pressed her muzzle against their cunts, forcing her to eat them out to their mutual gratification as her servitude was rewarded with a coating of sweet nectar.
She soon found herself covered and filled with the essence of more stallions than she could count, her coat and muzzle drenched with their warm, life-giving fluid even as she took more and more of their release into her body.
And through it all, Luna stood by her side, whispering from the darkness words of praise and degradation that bore deeply into her mind.
"These ponies know nothing of the mare you are, toy," her Mistress said as Moondancer was being roughly fucked by two well-endowed stallions. "They know not of your name, or your station, or your temperament. They only know that you are a hussy who craves naught but to be bred like the whore she is."
Moondancer gasped as her mane was gripped tightly, forcing her head to take the stallion's cock even deeper into her convulsing throat. "Can you feel how you drive these stallions to such heights of ardor? How eager they are to rut you senseless, even though they know nothing of you save for your pulchritude?
"Your body is the temple they wish to worship at. They desire you, not for your mind or soul, but for your body. Feel the lust they bear upon you at the sight of your ravishing figure."
A pleasured moan issued forth from Moondancer's lips as Luna's words sunk in. A heady feeling enveloped her as she relished in what she now saw as adoration in addition to degradation, delighting in how she was the object of desire.
Bound as she was, with her sight cut off, unable to move more than her head and hind legs, all she could do was taste, and smell, and listen, and feel. And yet, in that moment, she had never felt more powerful.
The evening passed, and Moondancer reveled in her submission as she came over and over again under the ministrations of so many mares and stallions. Time and again was she brought to the edge, and every time she thought she could take no more, she found herself reaching new heights of pleasure and ecstasy.
As she sank into the depths of bliss, she heard the stallion behind her pull out with a soft "plop," having already deposited his load within her cunt. She prepared for the next rutting, but after a few seconds, she found her sex empty and unused as the stallion in front of her painted her face with his essence.
There was a moment of relative silence as she heard the stallions leave the platform, followed by the sounds of dainty hoofsteps that signaled the arrival of another mare.
"Greetings!" she heard Luna call out. "You are fortunate; I was a but a trice from fetching my toy and returning to my chambers."
"Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the world." Moondancer's heart froze as a familiar voice responded to Luna. "I've been waiting a long time for the chance to do this."
"Then by all means, Princess Twilight, please enjoy yourself. What is mine is yours."
Moondancer nearly shattered the dream as her fears were confirmed. Twilight was here? How was that possible? Wasn't this just a…?
Her heartbeat slowed a fraction as she recalled that she and Luna were the only real ponies in this realm. This was just a dream construct, a facsimile of the mare she… that she…
The safe word was on the tip of her tongue. She could say it right now and Luna would know to back off, that she had gone too far. And yet…
This might be the only chance she ever had to share her body with Twilight. When she thought of it like that, how could she give up this opportunity?
Resolved, she held her tongue, her whole body shaking in anticipation for what was to come. Her aching, abused pussy clenched involuntarily, need burning her core like a wildfire.
She felt Luna's hoof on the back of her head. "Hmm, my toy knows who you are by now, I should think. There is no need to shroud her eyes in darkness."
Moondancer blinked with watering eyes as light pierced her brain, the blindfold falling away into nothingness. She squinted her eyes to resolve the two blobs in front of her, waiting a few seconds until her eyesight adjusted itself to the dim light.
When her vision came into focus, she was greeted by the most beautiful sight she had ever laid eyes on in her life. Amidst the backdrop of her namesake, Twilight stood before Moondancer, her magnificent wings spread as she walked towards the bound mare, each movement emphasizing the beautiful curves of her legs. Her purple coat was perfectly groomed, and her mane billowed about her in some unseen breeze, framing those shockingly bright purple eyes that were normally filled with such intelligence and love.
Now, though, a smoky cloud seemed shroud her irises, giving her a lovely, seductive, lustful grace. Her smile was likewise nearly predatory as she stalked towards her.
She stopped mere inches from Moondancer, lifting her chin up with a hoof. "So beautiful," she whispered, and Moondancer's heart ached at the sound. "I've wanted this for so long."
Moondancer smiled back. "Me too, Twilight. Please, use me as you wish."
Without further ado, Twilight moved a stool in front of Moondancer and sat down on it, her legs spread to reveal her delicate folds. A hoof rested on Moondancer's head as she was pushed towards her glistening flower.
Moondancer took a moment to savor the sweet, musky scent of her crush's pussy before she reached out with her tongue and, with the greatest reverence, gave it a long, hard lick, the taste and texture driving her mad with need.
Twilight gasped, a wonderful sound like the chiming of wind. "Yes, just like that," she whispered, needy and urgent. "Keep going."
Another lick, and then Moondancer dove in without hesitation, unable to resist the allure of Twilight's succulent nethers. Bringing all the knowledge she had to bear, she licked, nibbled, suckled, and kissed every inch of Twilight's beautiful marehood, tonguing her as deeply as she could.
She was rewarded with a steady stream of honey which she lapped up the best she could, though to her delight some of it stained the fur of her muzzle, covering her in Twilight's scent. All the while, Twilight moaned and whined and whimpered, pushing her deeper and deeper as she whispered her lust into the dusky night.
"Oh, Moondancer. You beautiful, wonderful, sexy mare. I've dreamed of doing this for so long. To have your mouth on me, to make you eat me out to climax. Yes, keep going, just like that, don't stop, for the love of Celestia don't stop. Oh, if you only knew how much I want this. How much I want you. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Twilight cried out as Moondancer suckled on her nub. "Moondancer!" she shouted as she came, waves of liquid gushing out from her pussy and drenching the mare pressed against her. Moondancer dutifully swallowed all that she could before gazing up at Twilight in wonder.
The wonderful mare was still catching her breath, her cute little pants causing Moondancer's heart to flutter at the sound. "Thank you, Moondancer," Twilight said as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
"It was my pleasure, Twilight," Moondancer replied, satisfaction threatening to rob her of all coherent thought.
"I – let me return the favor, please." Twilight's words were hesitant, unsure.
"As you wish, Twilight," Moondancer replied demurely.
Twilight's horn glowed, and a moment later Moondancer felt the soft caress of magic against her marehood. With expert precision, the princess worked her aching, abused, well-used pussy into yet another shuddering orgasm, wracking Moondancer with waves of pleasure and leaving her utterly exhausted.
"Thank you Twilight." Luna's voice reminded Moondancer of her Mistress' presence. "I think she's had enough for one night."
"Oh, okay." Twilight backed away from Moondancer, a storm of emotions on her expression. "I – I'll see you around." With that, she walked out into the now-empty streets, vanishing into some dream-summoned fog until not even her silhouette remained.
"That is enough play for this night, I should think." Moondancer looked up to see Luna smiling down at her. "Let Us free you from your bonds."
There was a light click as Moondancer felt the top half of the stocks swing upon. Stepping off of the wooden implement, she stood still for a few seconds as she rotated her now-aching neck and got used to standing on her wobbly legs again. At some point, she felt all the dried juices on her muzzle and back disappear completely, leaving her as clean as when she'd started the night.
"How farest thou, fair Moondancer?" Luna asked as she appeared in front of her.
"How did you know?" Moondancer demanded, skipping the usual preamble.
Luna didn't even try to prevaricate. "As I said this morning, I have millennia of experience in matters of the heart, and you are not so hard to read as the nobles I am forced to deal with. I hope I did not cross a line?"
"I…" Moondancer took a moment to consider her answer before giving an honest response. "No, it was fine. I decided not to use the safe word. And I'm actually really grateful that you gave me a chance to be with Twilight like that."
"I suspected you might enjoy it," Luna said.
"I'll definitely treasure that memory forever," Moondancer replied sincerely. "It's not the same as the real thing, obviously, but it's the closest I'll ever get."
"Oh, and why is that?" Luna asked. "Do you intend to hide your feelings for all eternity?"
Moondancer scoffed. "Please, Luna, I have no illusions about my chances with Twilight. I'm just happy I got to do this with a construct of her."
"Did we not just spend the night teaching you of the allure you hold for others?" Luna raised an eyebrow. "And I do not imagine you believe yourself to be intellectually inferior to her."
"I – You really think I could have a chance with her?" Hope stirred in Moondancer's heart, and she tried to quash it lest she be disappointed once again.
"Twilight speaks highly of you and your intellect," Luna said simply. "She would not have recommended you as my archivist otherwise. And do you truly believe, after all this, that she does not desire your body as well?"
"That was just a dream construct," Moondancer replied. "It wasn't real. Besides, even if I am attractive, she's a princess! She's probably got much more beautiful suitors to choose from."
"I am a Princess of Equestria as well," Luna said, "and yet I chose you. And there was another reason to shroud your vision besides heightening your other sense. Each stallion and mare in this session is a facsimile of a true pony who has held some desire for you in their heart."
"Really, all of them?" Moondancer had quickly lost count of how many ponies had used her mouth and pussy, but she could definitely say that it was a ludicrous number of ponies to be attracted to her.
"You are more fetching than you suspect, fair Moondancer."
Another burst of hope as Moondancer connected the dots. "Wait, if Twilight was in the scene, that means…"
Luna smiled. "Do you still believe it impossible to win Twilight's affections?"
The smile Moondancer returned was hesitant, but earnest. "I guess not."
"Should I inform the Castle that you will be away tomorrow on urgent business for me?"
Moondancer gasped. "You'd do that for me?"
"To help two of my closest friends find love? I would do that and more."
It was all too much. Moondancer rushed forward and wrapped Luna in a tight hug. "Oh, thank you, Luna! Thank you so much!"
"'Twas but a trifle," Luna said with an amused laugh. "Now go, and claim your love for your own."
Moondancer nodded. "I will." Before she could break the hug, however, she felt Luna lean down to whisper in her ear.
"And if you and Twilight ever decide you wish to learn more about the ways of lust, my door is always open. And next time, I promise you I will bring both of you to the edge of eroticism. Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo."
Moondancer shivered at the words. "Lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus flamma demanat, sonitu suopte tintinant aures, gemina teguntur lumina nocte. I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
Luna nodded. "Until the morrow. I shall eagerly await your tidings when you return."
As the dream began to fade, Moondancer released Luna, staring her in the eye as she spoke. "Thank you again for everything, Luna."
"It was my sincerest pleasure. Fare thee well, fair Moondancer."
Moondancer bowed. "Fare thee well, Mistress Luna." And with that, the dream faded, giving way to a morning of hope and possibility.