Heroes In Their Clutches

Starlight gave an unexpectedly strong suck that was almost enough to make Dusk Shine lose his place on the page. Almost. Dusk was a scholar first and a bull second.

The alicorn sat in an easy chair in the Canterlot library, his legs spread wide to allow Starlight to swallow his cock while she kneeled in front of him. He wasn’t in the mood for magic practice this morning, so he’d accepted the offer Starlight made oi her daisy-duke schoolfilly outfit and got a copy of Blood Mare-Idian to keep him amused.

Her bid for his upper half’s attention failed, Starlight looked up at the stallion she admired so much while continuing to deep throat his fuck-tower at an even pace. But his muzzle was still buried in possibly the least arousing novel in Equestrian history.

Part of her wanted to feel offended that he seemed to be paying her so little mind on her first solo-session with him in a week, but the massive thing in her mouth told her the opposite was true. It kept twitching, throbbing, and leaking pre-cum on her tongue and down her throat, proving Dusk was enjoying himself.

Just as Starlight looked down again and continued her vacuum blowjob, Dusk finished a chapter and looked down himself at the pretty mare whose big boobs were squished against his thighs. Every time she went down, her horn threatened to poke his stomach, but despite Starlight’s complaints about him now giving her enough attention, she was as skilled as most of his fillies at this point.

In part, Dusk gave a warm smile from how wonderful Starlight’s warm, wet mouth felt sucking on his cock, in part from how wonderful life was right now.

Read, practice, play, and fuck, he thought to himself and shut his eyes to lay his head back while he felt Starlight moving him measurably closer to orgasm with each up, down, and lick. That’s it, now. I can do everything I love with everypony I love. The rest is in the hands of more powerful mares. I don’t have to worry about offending the girls or distracting them from their loves and lives; they all live with me and are constantly coming up with zany schemes to keep me happy, like dressing up as a slutty schoolfilly.

Content with his lot in life, or at least pushing all lingering doubts to the side, Dusk opened his eyes to the next chapter. He started on the first paragraph but wasn’t able to re-immerse himself before he felt something change in his testicles. The feelings of Starlight sucking him off went from merely excellent flesh-on-flesh to deliberate steps towards something. He could practically count down the number of times she’d bury his cock in her esophagus before he exploded inside it. And this would be a good explosion. Good enough to warrant bending her over the nearby table, hiking up her miniskirt and spearing her tight, panty-less ass until he’d painted that white, too. That was as far as his current plan went, but he doubted he’d stop there.

Or at least, he thought he would. Dusk was close enough to feel the sperm flowing through his tubes when he felt a familiar feeling of disorientation. The air around him sparkled, then exploded in a blinding flash.

The feeling of dizziness that came with being teleported, especially by another pony’s magic, combined with the cornea-burning flash, had Dusk totally off-balance. Still in a sitting position, he fell flat on his back right after he appeared in the Canterlot throne room.

Right now? No…. Dusk thought to himself, realizing what had happened as he blinked the world around him back into focus. His twitching, glistening cock stood straight up, not yet having realized that it’d been denied. At least from release by means of Starlight’s mouth.

Still a little dizzy, Dusk sat up, his penis lowering to reveal the throne in front of him.

Daybreaker, Empress of Equestria, sat atop her mountainous, flame-themed throne. Her legs were crossed and her face in a sneer. She wasn’t any more beautiful or voluptuous than the princess she once was, but that wasn’t really possible. She was Celestia with nothing but her power, which constantly exuded out her tail and mane of flame, which were only warm enough to get the point across, save when some creature was foolish enough to cross her.

Which had been the case recently, judging by the faint smell of ash in the room.

“Oh, my. Did I interrupt something?” Daybreaker said in her signature growling, but not unpleasant voice and mockingly put her hand to her lips.

At that exact moment, the painful squeeze of denial hit Dusk’s groin. He winced while his balls churned on their own and cock twitched with enough power to send a glob of pre-cum flying a foot forward onto the rug. An enduring stallion, though, he got into a kneeling position without tucking his cock in, so his sensitive tip poked the carpet. As soon as he spoke, though, Dusk felt better.

“My empress,” he bowed his head with a smile. If she’d summoned him, it was for a good reason. The room was empty save them and two stoic stallion guards at the foot of the throne. Whomever he was currently smelling had probably put her in the mood for some fun. And when she had fun- though she might torture him a bit- he had fun.

It’s not right, of course, that she incinerated that/those creature(s). Morally speaking, she’s a tyrant, and if I had the power to stop her--

“--I at least hope your harem warmed you up,” Daybreaker interrupted his train of thought, then spread her legs, revealing a glistening pussy underneath her orange silk dress. “Approach.”

Dusk has thought she’d never ask. His wide eyes locked on her pussy, and he went from a kneel to his hands and knees and crawled, up the warm marble throne, the tip of his cock banging and leaving a bit of pre on every step.

“Who was it this time?”

“Starlight Glimmer, your grace,” Dusk answered, halfway up the steps.

“Ah, yes. While I know you appreciate all my gifts, pupil-fucktoys really do hold a special place between one’s legs. Don’t you agree?”

Daybreaker finished her comment just as Dusk came to the throne’s plateau and crawled, tongue hanging out, into the warm glow around her.

Right between her knees, his nostrils stuffy with her juices warm enough to melt steel, Dusk stopped and looked up at the flame goddess above him.

Daybreaker smirked. Eager, but not presumptuous. She had trained him well.

“Running an empire is so frustrating. Truly, you’d have hated it. Just eat me out; try to help me get through my next meeting without incinerating a fool or two.”

Daybreaker having properly commanded him, Dusk closed the remaining distance and put his hands on her sun-hot, muscular thighs to poke his tongue into her wet pussy.

Daybreaker was not Celestia, and so had no problem moaning and spasming as soon as his lips were to hers. After poking her just once to announce his presence and get a taste of her warm, heavenly sweet syrup, Dusk began kissing her pussy over and over. Not only did he know Daybreaker loved it when her subjects kissed her ass, feet- anything besides her mouth, which she reserved for when she really wanted to show dominance- but this little exercise would get them both warmed up; Her from his soft lips pressing, then sucking against her sensitive folds and exposed, full clitoris, him from getting a feel of her soft, hot flesh with his sensitive lips and slowly coating his face in her juices.

After just enough smooches to be arousing but not teasing, Dusk Shine gripped her muscular thighs tight and stuck his tongue into her pussy. Despite all the warming up, sensory overload hit him like a charging buffalo. The heat of her flesh burned his cheeks, and the warm sweetness of the juices in her cunny made his tongue feel like it was dissolving. His clenched eyes started to tear up, but Daybreaker did not suffer idle concubines, and so he began moving his tongue around even though he couldn’t feel it.

Daybreaker moaned even louder at the feeling of his tongue pushing against her walls. She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around his head to trap him under her dress as a different kind of fire ignited in her loins.

Trapped where he was, Dusk felt like he’d gone through a mirror into a dimension of darkness, heat, muscle, and sweetness. There was no up or down, no left or right, and no passage of time, save the shaking and flowing of the world around him getting more intense with every ten-or-so swirls or licks and his lungs filling up with musk instead of oxygen. A lesser slut might have tried futilely to push his head up or down for a proper breath, but Dusk had endured far worse and knew from experience it was time to double-down.

He affixed his lips to Daybreaker’s cunny and sucked, not lovingly but forcefully, as if something even sweeter than her regular juices was inside, and he needed to get it out. His own genitals, at this point, were rock hard, but then he felt Daybreaker’s cloud-soft hand grip his horn and twist and sensually twist it and thumb its tip while using it to keep him in her pussy. Electric jolts of pleasure shot through his body, and his cock twitched as if alive. He honestly didn’t know what he’d do if his goddess didn’t see fit to reward him once he was finished. Sure, he could go back to his harem, but as fun as they all were, asking them to live up to the expectations Daybreaker set would be nothing short of cruel.

“Yes! Mmmmm! That’s my faithful little- guuuh!”

Daybreaker gave one last spasm, then Dusk felt a volcano of hot sweetness explode in his face. Every time he ate her out, he’d swear off anything sweet for the rest of his life, and he’d just sucked her cunny to the point where it almost felt dry, to his relief. But he knew the penalties for poor performance, and so he forced his jaw open to take the deluge into his mouth.

His mouth filled up. He swallowed, and as his mouth was briefly closed, twice as many juices pooled outside it. Daybreaker could let of gallons with her weakest orgasms, but he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed and drowned and swallowed.

Dusk’s face, mane, and even cock were all thoroughly glazed by the time her orgasm finally died down. After a moment of stillness in the ocean of hot syrup as Daybreaker caught her breath, she unwrapped her legs to let light and air back onto him.

Dusk’s eyes were still closed, but he knew he looked like a mess; cock erect, face, mane and clothes sticky. If he hadn’t been brought into the room with his edged cock already out, he might have remembered to strip himself before he obeyed Daybreaker’s orders. She’s have tolerated the momentary delay if he did it sensually.

Dusk wiped his eyelids clear of honey then lifted them. Judging from the lip-bit smirk Daybreaker was giving him, he did indeed look like an alicorn-themed cumrag.

“Talented as ever, my little pony,” she commented before scooting back a bit on her throne and draping her arms over his shoulders. “But now let’s get--”

Twin sounds of magical explosions in the room interrupted Daybreaker. Dusk looked over his shoulder to see Equestria’s two other empresses standing on the carpet.

Heartbreaker and Nightmare Moon were stunning as always, their magically enhanced amazon bodies outlined by their colored, shiny armor currently in the skimpy “off” mode. Their faces, however, were angry, and Dusk was worried that something serious was about to go down - perhaps another massive battle between the three evil goddesses - before they spoke the reasons for their anger.

“Sister!”

“You don’t get to hog him!”

Dusk stared at the two recent arrivals, fear and uncertainty coming into him. But it wasn’t because the three corrupted alicorns were fighting over him; he vaguely recalled they’d done that, costing many innocent lives, several times in the past. Just seeing them, gorgeous as they were, brought the state of Equestria to the front of his mind.

Celestia is a tyrant who taxes her subjects into poverty to expand Canterlot. Luna keeps ponies terrified to rebel by giving them nightmares of failure. Cadence commands Shining Armor and his army, all under a constant love spell, in conquest wars. I’m just their reluctantly-shared fucktoy, kept docile by the gift of my female friends as concubines. This isn’t r--

Daybreaker cut Dusk’s mind off by wrapping her legs around his head again and pulling him in so that his face was again pressed against her still-gaping, soaked cunny. Even though her thighs usually muffled most sounds, he could still hear their argument.

“And why can’t I? Last time I checked, you were on the moon by somepony’s hand while I was training him, and you blew your chance when you were his foal-sitter.”

Dusk’s heart stopped when he heard two alicorn horns ignite and sets of magic armor activate. Even in their most enraged states, none of the evil empresses would be careless enough to hurt him. However, sections of Canterlot, Ponyville, and the Crystal Empire were still being repaired from previous battles.

Ponies are going to die. Maybe even my loved ones. Because of me.

But then Daybreaker unwrapped her legs once again and spoke.

“Ugh. At least your weak, former selves could take a joke.”

Dusk looked up at Daybreaker, then behind him at Heartbreaker and Nightmare Moon, who were calming down and shutting off their horns.

“In fact…” Daybreaker began just as Dusk let out a sigh of relief thick with her musk. She then ignited her horn. “I was thinking my quarters would feel a little lonely with just the two of us.”

Dusk saw Heartbreaker and Nightmare Moon smile. A second later, he was again blinded and disoriented by Daybreaker teleporting him. On his knees instead of flank, though, and generally less distracted, his landing on the royal chambers' soft carpet was much smoother.

Shaking his head once and blinking, Dusk looked up into the purple and blue-themed, luxurious room, kept warm by the perpetual fire in the fireplace that hadn’t changed much since Celestia’s corruption. During the teleportation, though, the three female alicorns had apparently used their magic to change.

Daybreaker sat on her silk bedsheets in a bra and panties with her cutie mark and arm and leg stockings. To the left, from Dusk’s view, was Nightmare Moon in a very dark blue one-piece leotard with a window for her ample cleavage. Heartbreaker stood on the left in a light-pink leather dominatrix outfit. The fear of another Alicorn battle had temporarily curtailed Dusk’s arousal. But at the sight in front of him, and ensuing instinctive thoughts of groping and tearing past every bit of fabric to breed the impossibly beautiful and voluptuous alicorns, Dusk’s member sprung back up to full mast so fast it hurt. It occurred to him briefly how… lucky? He was to be a sex slave, not just to three goddesses, but that for some reason they still took measures to be attractive to him, even though they never needed his consent.

Why do any of the villainesses dress up (or shapeshift) for me?

Perhaps it was some twisted sliver of twisted empathy that wanted his rape to be possibly, somewhat enjoyable. Or maybe it was simply their narcissism; any creature could take another, but making one drool at the sight of you was an incomparable rush. Or perhaps pragmatism simply demanded that your concubine would give better performance if he was enticed.

Whatever the reason, Dusk’s eyes darted between the alicorns, his id demanding that he penetrate them and cum in them and make alicorn foals that would grow up to be big and strong. Previous doubts about serving these corrupt goddesses were drowned out. But he still didn’t dare get up off his knees until he was ordered.

“Lulu, dear, would you mind enchanting the bed?” Daybreaker asked Nightmare Moon, who snarled at the use of her weaker self’s pet name but ignited her horn nonetheless. A blue glow enveloped Daybreaker’s bed, then seeped into it. Afterward, it looked the same, but Dusk knew that Nightmare has just moved the bed into the dream realm, where time, space, and gravity were mutable. This would allow them to take up impossible sex positions, and each of them still feel as if they were lying on the mattress.

A moment later, not wanting Daybreaker to continue to lead, Heartbreaker seized Dusk’s entire body with her tingling but warm telekinesis. Keeping him in a kneeling position, she floated him across the room, then around Daybeaker to meet her as she law horizontally across the bed behind the sun alicorn.

Once he was above her splayed body, she unfolded his knees like paper and lowered him to release him on top of her in a missionary position.

As soon as Dusk contacted the mattress, his world spun and his sense of touch went crazy. Just as quickly as the disorientation had come, though, it left, and he was in the dream realm. On a real-world object transported to the dream realm, or at least using the spell that Luna had found and refined in her millennia of experience with all facets of sleep, Dusk’s mind was perfectly lucid and felt every sensation, even if they made no sense. In a dream, it all feels natural, even if your mind knows it’s impossible. Time and space meant precisely as much as your mind said they meant. Having gone through this before, his whole body momentarily tensed up in anticipation of being touched absolutely anywhere from the two remaining alicorns- who seemed just in the position they were before when he glanced to his left- without warning. He could feel his arms and legs on the mattress and chest against Heartbreaker’s leather-clad abdomen, but if one of them willed it and the other accepted, they’d adopt cowgirl or doggy style position in an instant and be just as comfortable, even if doing so in reality would have them defy gravity and phase through each other. Such was dream logic, and why even Daybreaker couldn’t sleep when she was on bad terms with Nightmare Moon.

Deciding to get started, Dusk put his hands on Heartbreaker’s breasts. They were far too large to cup, so he instead ran his hands over the leather and applied gentle pressure. He occasionally ran his fingers along the hem of the corset and pulled it down just a bit before letting go, teasing her with the inevitability of flesh on flesh. In response, Heartbreaker smiled and gave off near imperceptible cooing noises.

Dusk felt everywhere on his body his clothes were tingle, then with a flash in the corner of his vision, he felt the warm air directly on his skin; his clothes had been disintegrated. No sooner was his ass exposed, though, than he felt two gloved hands grab the tight muscle with a painful smack. One of the alicorns- Nightmare Moon, judging by the hand size and temperature- was behind him.

Blood rushed to his ass in response to the spank, making it extra sensitive as Nightmare Moon’s ensuing caressed and occasionally squeezed it. With her fingers and palms that were soft and smooth enough without the gloves, she tried and failed to find any loose flesh due to his lifetime of exercise.

In response to Nightmare’s joining in, Dusk had stopped caressing Heartbreaker without realizing it. The pink alicorn re-engaged him by wrapping her leather gloved hands around his upper back and pulling him, with earth-pony strength, in for a kiss.

Her mouth caught his perfectly as she brought him down, and her tongue speared through his lips. Dusk’s eyes went wide at first at being suddenly pressed up against her, but then dimmed a second later as Heartbreaker got to work with her tongue and lips. Dusk’s member, now sandwiched between their stomachs, throbbed once again, and he felt precum spurt between leather and flesh. Daybreaker hadn’t been entirely correct in accusing Heartbreaker’s former self of not taking advantage of Dusk when he was a colt; she used to give him a kiss every time before she left, and Dusk was still firm in his opinion of her as the best kisser in Equestria, even after sleeping with Luna and Celestia. Each alicorn was incredible, but the former a little forceful, and the latter too reliant on her naturally soft and warm mouth and her experience. Cadence made every instance unique, loving, and sexual all at the same time, and becoming Heartbreaker hadn’t changed that.

She even allowed her partner to return if they indicated they wanted to, and Dusk did. Their tongues danced for a bit, and Dusk ran his arms up Heartbreaker’s sides while she caressed his back.

I’m kissing evil, Dusk thought to himself. They love me as a plaything. And the rest of Equestria is suffering so I can--

“--Focus!” Nightmare Moon suddenly shouted and jabbed her index finger up his rectum. Dusk gasped and broke the kiss in response to his bunghole getting spread and prostate poked. He braced himself for her to wiggle her finger around, but then, in defiance of all spatial logic, he felt a warm, heavy hand grab his horn and pull his head up. All he saw was a wall of white and orange falling on top of him before he was returned to the pocket dimension of darkness and heat and sweet wetness that was Daybreaker’s pussy. She was sitting on his face, her panties gone, stroking his horn. Smothered in warm flesh, Dusk gasped for breath, but that only let her juices back into his mouth and nostrils. His lungs would start burning in a moment. His instincts told him to struggle against Daybreaker’s all-encompassing body and try to force the dream realm to return his face to normal air, but he knew there’d be consequences for such disobedience. So even amidst the sensory overload of his hands and torso feeling Heartbreaker’s body, his face crushed by a sun butt, and a finger up his, he forced his tongue out into Daybreaker’s folds and blew the juices out his nostrils to take shallow, musky breaths.

Once again, the sweetness and heat stripped away at his tongue, and he felt Daybreaker wiggle atop him. Just as he began to swirl it around and touch her clit, though, he felt Cadance shift under/over him. What she was up to, dream logic + blindness made impossible to decipher until he felt his cock pulled straight by a leather glove and his head pressed against a smaller wet pussy.

Dusk tried to brace himself as if anything a pony could seriously prepare him for his world becoming even more of a stormy sea of pleasurable sensations than it already was. He felt Heartbreaker grip his shaft tightly as she slid down his length, enveloping him in her tight, gushing snatch. Not wanting to feel totally left out, Nightmare wiggled her finger inside him, shifting his organs around and touching his prostate, sending blasts of pleasure through his groin and threatening to make him cum in Heartbreaker early.

The feeling of his cock hilt-deep in a pussy, tongue in a supernaturally sweet snatch, and prostate controlled by an invader made Dusk surrender wholly to the feelings of the flesh. Acting only on instinct and muscle memory, he swirled his tongue around and gave small hip-bucks until he’d worked out a rhythm with both alicorns. Pleasure felt like it was coursing through his veins, threatening to burn through them.

He lifted his hands to grope Daybreaker’s ass as he tongue-fucked her, but then he felt Luna’s finger yanked out of his ass, and both her hands grab his wrists before the glow in his ass had faded.

Having gotten slightly more used to movement in the dream realm, something that felt like intuition told him that Nightmare wanted to take him up this ass with a strap-on. A feeling of something large, but not as much so as his real one, poking against his loosened asshole a second later answered the question “how big?”

He didn’t fight. He’d already completely and totally surrendered. He gave Daybreaker and Heartbreaker a second of extra effort before the feeling of Nightmare pulling on his arms and pushing the plastic appendage into his ass forced even him to take a pause. There was pain, of course; from the friction of unlubed plastic on flesh, and from his walls being spread a good two inches, and her arms stretching his, but Dusk had taken worse many times before. He blocked out the pain by focusing on the several pleasurable sensations about his body, including the dawning one of the strap-on against his prostate.

Nightmare Moon pulled out an inch, and the scraping again brought pain, but it was washed away as soon as she thrust back forwards, pounding the plastic appendage against his special button and driving him into Heartbreaker. Then Nightmare pulled twice as much out, but Dusk felt only half the pain and decided to focus entirely on Daybreaker since it appeared Nightmare would fuck Heartbreaker by proxy.

The four alicorns gave a synchronized moan as Nightmare thrust back into Dusk’s flank while he captured and sucked on Daybreaker’s clit. Then Nightmare Moon picked worked up a pistoning rhythm, and it was only the near-pain of being under Daybreaker’s suffocating, burning pussy that kept Dusk lucid while the simultaneously euphoric feelings of having his ass pounded and cock buried seemed to turn his lower body into a whole separate realm of pure pleasure.

Nightmare slapped against his ass and Heartbreaker bounced up and down his cock. All Dusk could do was sloppily suck Daybreaker’s clit and scrape his tongue along her inner walls as the syrup on them flowed faster and faster, giving his face a second coating. He doubted briefly that he’d even notice his orgasm when it came; he was so overwhelmed.

He was proven wrong, though. Gradually but surely, the unique sensation of a building explosion made its way above the waves of other pleasures, and it promised to be mind-shattering.

Possibly literally. Will this be the new normal with them? Will they even care if I go insane, become just a fat-cock and set of abs with no brain? Will I ever see my friends again? Will I even recognize them and them me? Okay, hyperbolic, but...

A thought built inside Dusk alongside his orgasm. Even as he continued to suckle and allowed himself to penetrate and get penetrated, the exact words started to take form.

This isn’t right. I don’t want this.

When it finally came to him, it was impossible to say exactly how close to a climax he was due to how powerful each sensation driving him there was, but he knew he was close, and the single thought of determination stopped him.

I’m a prince. The best prince. I’ll stop this.

There hadn’t been a ring on his horn before he ignited it, but Dusk was almost sure it wouldn’t have stopped him for some reason. His concentration pierced the haze of pleasure like a knife through flesh, and his horn grasped everything he wanted it to.

Daybreaker, Nightmare Moon, and Heartbreaker flew off of him, then got pinned back-first into the bed. The dream-realm made all things possible, so they could all fit side-by-side and still leave Dusk enough room to sit up and flap himself into the air as soon as he could see light again.

“Dusk!”

“What are you doing?”

“Let me go!”

All three corrupted alicorns protested while Dusk kept them pinned down and spread-eagled while he floated above the foot of the bed. Visually, he was even more of a mess; his sock still stood erect, his ass was turning pink, and his crotch and face were coated in thick juices. But none of that mattered to him because he was back in control.

Dusk wiped his eyes and mouth clear of Daybreaker’s juices and gripped his shaft. He looked down at the squirming, half-naked alicorns with a frown. He was angry but not consumed by rage. He didn’t see the wriggling bodies trapped in his purple glow as monsters who’d betrayed him; he just needed to defeat them.

Defeat them… a thought came to him, and he smirked. It would take a bit for the pain of denial to hit him again because of how powerful a glow was still in his crotch. They’re villains, and how do I defeat villains?

“Slave, while I’m fine with you pinning the other two--” Daybreaker began but was cut off by the sight of the room’s heavy doors opening as Dusk landed on his feet.

With my friends.

Nightmare Moon squirmed, and Daybreaker and Heartbreaker gave only expressions of fear as Dusk’s countless naked friends, male and female, entered the room. Dusk smiled with pride as a wave of color and voices rushed past him and clambered onto the bed to attack the alicorns. Just as he saw the helpless empresses get kissed and their snatches penetrated by cocks or fingers for the first time, he felt two familiar pillows of flesh against his folded wings.

“Oh, Dusk,” Fluttershy said, running her hands over his chest. "You've saved us again."

“And big heroes deserve big rewards,” a naked Pinkie Pie said as she broke from the still-running mob of ponies and other creatures to step around Dusk and kneel in front of him, cupping her own melons. “Let’s get that cleaned up.”

The timing of Pinkie enveloping Dusk’s cock in her mouth and boobs while he leaned back into Fluttershy’s breasts could not have been better. Her heavenly soft tits and maw cut off the pain of denial the split second it first appeared, and Dusk felt fit to melt.

He closed his eyes to the room of rainbows, which also somehow muffled the shouting and moaning as the mob gleefully gang-raped the alicorns that he wasn’t even keeping pinned anymore. All Dusk could feel was Pinkie’s bloob-job and Fluttershy’s soft body that he now felt like he was lying on, not against.

It took no time at all for Pinkie’s cake-inhaler and twin industrial milkshakers to push Dusk over the edge. His cock blasted out with the force of not two orgasms but ten, and Dusk wondered for a moment if he might just blast her away into the confetti from which she spawned. Every organ in his body felt dozens of times better than mere dopamine could possibly account for. Maybe it was Dusk who would be washed away by his own, indescribable, but earned orgasm that fired gallons and gallons out his fuckmeat. This wasn’t just orgasm; it was victory.

“Enjoying yourself?” Dusk heard not Nightmare Moon, but Princess Luna’s voice say and opened his eyes. He hadn’t realized it as he came, but Fluttershy, Pinkie, the warmth and noise of the room; they’d all faded into nothingness, and he was now naked in a familiar starry void, with the true Princess of the Night floating in front of him.

Embarrassment hit Dusk, knocking out any lingering glow from his orgasm, which he was almost certain the regally-clothed, not corrupted alicorn in front of him had let him finish.

Luna’s posture was actually relatively neutral, and her face showed only bemusement, but Dusk still moved his hands in front to futilely try to hide his dripping erection from her sight.

Dusk felt a strange feeling across his body, and a split-second later, sight and sensation confirmed that his t-shirt and jeans (with the fly unbuttoned to not force his cock back into a space it’d never fit while hard) were back on his body. It would still be some time through before his cock would…

A dream.

Dusk was still erect a moment later but also wearing pants, something Rarity had insisted impossible numerous times. Willing himself to be that way eased his embarrassment a bit, but he still felt the need to apologize.

“Princess Luna, I’m very sorry?”

Luna smiled warmly and cocked an eyebrow.

“For what, Prince Dusk?”

Dusk was dumbfounded for a second before realizing the implications of Luna being the Princess of the Night for so long.

She’s not offended by fantasies ponies have about her; she can’t because she’s seen them all.

“My only concern is your emotional wellbeing. Especially with your coronation coming up.”

Real memories, ones not built on dream logic, flooded back to Dusk. It was exactly two weeks before he’d ascend to both Celestia and Luna’s places as the new primary monarch of Equestria.

Unlike a few weeks ago, the implications of such knowledge didn’t smash into. He’d accomplished so much, proven himself so many times in the last few months alone.

One implication, or rather, realization, did strike him, though; The obvious reason for the dream Luna had interrupted. One she spelled out a second later.

“When you ascend, Dusk Shine, there’ll be no one left to dominate you. Not without your full consent. Something I know you’ll miss.”

Luna smirked while Dusk frowned, self-doubt slowly reclaiming him.

“And I was fantasizing about how good it would be to be without responsibilities and owned by you two.”

Dusk responded with a somewhat questioning tone. The implications of such an idea in the head of a monarch-to-be weren’t pleasant.

“Partly, yes,” Luna answered with a sympathetic nod. Her knowledge of the dream realm allowing her to know with certainty where in a creature's head a dream originated. But then she smiled again. “But I just arrived as you were defeating our monstrous selves. With the help of your companions. I did not interfere before that.”

Again, clarity of the situation slammed into Dusk. She was right. He remembered how he felt- emotionally- a rush of confidence and strength, just like when he and his friends were blasted Nightmare Moon with the Elements.

“And why was it our evil personas that had control of you and all Equestria in their iron grip?”

Dusk nearly felt shame again before his mind, back to its razor-sharpness, came ascertained what the scenario of his dream implied about his psyche.

“As much as I may love submitting to you three, I know I can’t do it forever. It’s not right. I have to become more powerful.”

Princess Luna nodded again, totally calm and sympathetic to how Dusk had envisioned her at her worst.

“I can, however, return you where you left off if you’d like that,” she offered to him.

A silent beat passed as Dusk contemplated.

“Sure. Why not?”