Shame on the Night

by An Intricate Disguise

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Princess Luna, Porn, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 5012

When Luna witnesses Twilight having a wet dream centred around her, she decides to intervene, taking special care not to wake her. Shameless somnophilia smut.

When Luna watches Twilight sleep, she finds that her dreams are centred mostly around her. Her and sex. That and the fact that she looks awfully pent up from the other end of Luna's telescope. Time to pay her a visit.

But Luna should take special care not to wake her.

Kinks: Somnophilia, Wet Dreams, Giving, Cunnilingus, Dub-Con, Spying, Masturbation.

Published 2018-01-06 21:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-01-06 21:20:06 UTC

For Giving me the Strangest Dreams

Princess Luna looked out on her evening as a mother might a child, watching it slowly develop as the sky drifted past, clouds not anchored to the stagnant hills of the distant countryside or the tall and opulent splendour of the city. The great commune of the night was in full swing, the moon's lonely vigil accompanied by the hush of dying light as flames chased their wicks; rain gently pattered against the cobbles, a serene melody.

Luna reached for her telescope; she could feel the familiar brush against her being that told her of dreams—all around her, ponies were drifting into slumber. It was her duty to walk the dreamscape and protect her subjects from foes ghastly and intangible, but it was good to watch them in the waking world also. The night had many enemies, and they would oft strike without warning, especially if left unchecked.

Her tired guard brought a watchful eye over many a pony that had found sweet dreams, without twitch or movement they dozed in tranquillity, allowing the stress and worry of their days to float away in favour of their subconscious retreats. Luna was not long woken herself, and seeing her ponies rest so peacefully might have brought a yawn to the edge of her muzzle, slowly stretching as her chest puffed with the threat of a slow deflation and a sudden urge to curl up on a cushion—she brushed off the temptation with regal determination.

"You shan't best me tonight, cur," Luna announced to no one in particular as she scrunched her fuzzy muzzle, fighting off another yawn. Truth be told, she could feel the strings of post-fatigue clinging to her even as she stood her bastion, willing herself to wake up. Looking to the surroundings didn't help. She saw only darkness as lights continued to dim, and the black reached out and tugged at her eyes until they were half-lidded, a silent siren song imploring her to slip into slumber.

It seemed her telescope would be the only solution. The thing was enchanted to sharpen her vision, to allow her to see further without restraint, even see past things that would have usually obscured the pony eye. It was a curious invention, but it had always existed this way, ever since Starswirl had originally crafted it in the interest of pursuing astronomy. Now, it had found its grand and final purpose as Luna's entertainment for the night, something to fight off the relentless tug of sleepiness that absolutely refused to budge.

She wasn't often this tired already, but Luna had been needed to preside over day court earlier that day, as Canterlot had been very busy; what with all of the recent treaties and extensions of friendship to other nations, Celestia and her had been forced to deal with both matters of diplomacy and curious, concerned citizens day in, day out. She had risen at two that afternoon and been hard at work ever since.

Despite feeling physically drained, her mind was active. She was attuned to the hour, the medley of thoughts crashing against her consciousness from those that dreamed pleasant dreams—it was all very familiar to her, and it filled her head with an ethereal energy, one she had no right to possess when she was this tired. As such, her thoughts had a tendency to race, and with the wandering of her telescope, which had now left the confines of her city, her mind too did wander.

She thought to one pony in particular, one she had scantly seen of late but was verily enamoured by all the same: Twilight Sparkle. Luna felt a deep admiration for Twilight, one that fluttered in her chest and rumbled in her belly—she had done since Twilight had led her friends in freeing her from the influence of Nightmare Moon. Twilight's efforts to show her the ways of friendship and fun shortly after had only consolidated her opinions, and her help in defeating the Tantibus had strengthened them further.

"She truly is a wondrous pony," Luna sighed in solitude, unconsciously smushing her cheek against the side of the telescope as she spoke, a wistful breath escaping her as the found the telescope beginning to move towards Ponyville, as if of its own accord. A wondrous pony indeed, but when had Luna ever had the opportunity to repay her for her many kindnesses? Egads, she had gone weeks without seeing her, and whenever she did, it was always official business or some kind of crisis they were forced to face! No time to speak, nor for Luna to express her gratitude.

She had taken to asking Celestia about her student, as she knew her much better. Many of the things her sister told her only pushed her forming curiosity to greater heights. Twilight was a prize always out of reach, and Luna had no time in the day to chase her. In fact, the only time that she had any time to speak to her, to spend time around her, to get to know her better, she would be fast asleep, as their schedules and duties dictated in their cruelty.

And yet they had always seemed to share a special connection, the two of them. When they spoke, Luna felt a spark of magic between them, a special kind that she hadn't experienced in ages past, one that she would have almost sworn she had no knowledge of if it wasn't so apparent from the look of her eyes to the curve of her smile. Their conversations weren't just pleasant but warm, weren't just warm but elating, bringing to Luna excitement she could only describe as tingles and urges of affection and lust.

She wasn't afraid to admit that she fancied Twilight, and when she looked into her eyes she knew without a doubt that she liked her too, even if it was subliminal and craftily hidden. A master of the mind knew such things, and for all of her social faux pas, Luna understood how ponies worked, she could read one a mile away. At least, she could read most ponies, with Twilight it was more of a strong indication, not one she would bank on but one she had a large inclination to trust. It was only a matter of speaking with her, not just to put her own mind to rest and make up for all she had done but to pursue these strange emotions and see where it was that they led, if anywhere.

Her telescope eventually brushed against the wide and tall crystal castle of Ponyville, a beacon in the darkness amplified through her enchanted telescope until it scintillated and shone with arcane brilliance. Luna couldn't help but marvel at it, a beautiful castle for a beautiful princess. While it didn't possess the royal aesthetic of the castle she resided in, it was strong and bold and above all had personality, an excellent representation of the character Twilight had always so strongly displayed to her.

Luna felt a light patter against her chest as she spotted the pony in question, the telescope breaching her bedroom window and allowing Luna to spy the beauty laid in bed. Her chest rose and fell in soft motions, and as she laid on her side her blanket draped off of her, exposing her hooves and belly as well as her muzzle, which appeared to softly mutter to itself in the darkness. Luna couldn't help but take in the scene as much as she knew she should avert her gaze, casting her eyes over the body of her desire with a guilty, oddly enticing feeling snaking through her body. She shouldn't have been watching her sleep.

Blinking, Luna shook her head. What was she talking about? She watched ponies sleep all of the time, it was part of her job. Gritting her teeth, she tutted to herself. She watched ponies sleep when she was required to for their own safety, when she needed to check in on them. What she was doing right now was purely out of her own interest, and it was as oddly perverse as it was enjoyable, as much as she hated to admit it.

It was the way that Luna could spy most of the curves of Twilight's body that really drove her to keep looking, knowing that her breath was increasing in pace and her eyes dilating, as if she could be caught looking at a moment's notice and berated, punished. Laughing, Luna tried to shake it off, briefly imagining the concept of anyone but her sister daring to punish her, but as she slinked back to the telescope, looking down on Twilight once more, she was aware of the feeling returning in earnest.

Why was she so worried? It wasn't as if anyone could see her, and even if they could they would have no clue what she was looking at specifically, and her sister was surely fast asleep by now, as most ponies were at this hour. No one was going to catch her, she could sit and watch in blissful peace as sleeping Twilight jostled and shook her head, mane billowing and flowing from her motions, cascading down onto her withers. Why did she look so beautiful?

And more importantly, why did she move so? Luna had noticed it first in her twitching and rolling, and as she centred her mind on the dreams of Twilight Sparkle, she pulled back with a gasp and a soft curse. What she had stumbled into was as alarming as it was intriguing, and against her better judgment, she was sure she wanted to see more.

Twilight was dreaming, that much was certain, but what she was dreaming of was of particular interest to Luna. She had peered in, expecting the generic and uninspired, and instead found a scene rather risque, one of Twilight positioned in her bedroom with a lover, a lover with flowing mane of blue, silver constellations shimmering throughout and leading towards its translucent edges. A lover of tall stature, a dark glossy coat juxtaposed by Twilight's lighter purple. Above all, it was the actions her dream-self were performing on Twilight, exploring her body with tongue as Twilight writhed and moaned.

Beneath the veneer of the dream, Luna could see herself not, but Twilight's dream motions were mirrored in her physical reactions; she seemed to breathe more heavily than she had any right to, she squirmed in place as though she was being pleasured, and her lips continued to mumble. Luna could feel her attention being drawn to those soft lips, and more than anything, she wished to know what they were saying, to understand how these thoughts ever came to be. How could it be that even when she desired Twilight so, the mare wished to cavort with her in turn?

Unchaste thoughts gripped the princess as she cast out her consciousness, brushing against Twilight's dream and allowing her mind's eye to witness the events with more clarity. Eyes closed on her balcony still, her spiritual form moved closer, unnoticed by Twilight as she allowed the facsimile-Luna to softly kiss and nibble at her belly, a tease for both her and for the real Luna, who stood and watched in jealous awe. "This is what you desire of me?" she breathed, almost knocked into a stupor by the actions she was witnessing.

She hadn't chosen to make herself known, so luckily Twilight didn't hear her. Because of that, she had no issue continuing with her fantasy; Luna watched as her dream-self had her mane lightly tugged on by Twilight, indicating that she should go down lower still, past her belly and towards her prize. Luna did not understand the context of the dream or if there even was one, and she wondered how it was that she had ended up in foreplay with Twilight, just as much as she wondered if she could use that knowledge to make the same thing happen in the waking world.

Luna could feel her own salacity rising as she witnessed herself going down on Twilight, whose gasps were sounding out in discordant chimes of want, threatening to shatter the delicate construction of her mind. Luna considered that if she was much more animated, she might have woken herself. She was still coming to grips with the implications, the fact that this was what stemmed from Twilight's imaginings—she had suspected that Twilight had affection for her, but never would have imagined that it was this much.

Luna stifled a gasp as she felt a wave of pleasure strike through her own body; she was barely aware of her conscious actions while visiting the dream of another, it was as if she was catatonic, but still she could feel that instinctively, her hoof had come down and reached for her sensitive labia, stroking up towards her clit, free from its constricting metal shoe. The feeling of fur brushing against such soft skin was amplified by her presence in the dream, and as such rocked her entire body even as she watched herself generously giving Twilight what she apparently wanted so badly if her words were anything to go by.

Luna hadn't realised it until she too was enjoying herself, but between Twilight's pants and moans were declarations of desperation, a strong need for Luna to fuck her. She gasped out choked words like "Yes, Luna, please, fuck me!" and groaned and ground her sweet pussy against the face of the dream princess, and as Luna dipped out of the dream she found her own folds to be soaked with slick juices, even as she dove back to the telescope and watched Twilight jolt in place, covers tangled around her and threatening to fall off.

Infuriatingly, the softest and most intimate parts of her body—the ones that held the most interest for Luna—were still hidden by her stance and blanket. How Luna would have loved to come over there and rip the covers from her, to wake her and give her what she so desired, to travel her entire body with her tongue... But she couldn't disrespect her so greatly. Twilight would know then that she had spied upon her dream, and think her terribly perverted.

...Not to say that she wasn't feeling that way in this moment, rubbing at herself with increased speed as she watched Twilight enjoying her thoughts. Diving back in the dream only served to infatuate Luna more as she heard Twilight's voice sound. "I want you so badly, Luna. I want you to tease me and drive me crazy and make me cum so hard..."

Luna had heard enough. She withdrew from the dream, panting and clutching herself, but as much as she tried to ignore it, the object of her interest kept going in her bedroom, her dreams a delightful playground, her body in the waking world an inviting treat. Luna would regret what she did next, but in the moment, it felt a necessity.

She tried to justify it to herself, even as she withdrew from the telescope, licking her lips. She had said that she wanted it. Repeatedly, not only had she dreamt of it, but she had begged Luna to bring her release, even if it had not been the real Luna. Thoughts flashed through her mind as a teleportation spell sounded and she left her balcony behind in a short flash!, thoughts of making Twilight's wishes come true, of giving her what she wanted and in the process making up to her all that she had done.

With a grin, Luna began to realise that this was what she had been looking for, a chance to make things up to Twilight. She just needed to do it without waking her, Twilight couldn't know that she had invaded her privacy so and that as she appeared in her bedroom, seeing her up close, she was doing so even more now. There she was, spread out before her, her coat even more beautiful to the naked eye as still her hot, steamy dream persisted, making Luna want to wake her with a bite to the neck and show her how much she appreciated her.

But she would not wake her. This was a gift that Twilight deserved, and Luna did not do it for recognition, she did it for her. At least, that's what she told herself despite the burning of her loins, and in reality, beneath the pretence of selflessness and best intentions, Luna knew that what she was doing could be construed as immoral and wicked. Still, once again she reminded herself that not only did Twilight like her, Twilight dreamed of her doing this, and she clearly loved it. If there was something Luna could detect easily, it was the truth of another's dreams.

Still, she was trepidatious as she reached forwards, moving closer to Twilight. She was worried that she might wake her, but still she saw the enjoyment painted across her face, dispelling concern. That combined with her inability to actively finish herself led Luna to realise that this was not a terrible act but a great service; through her actions, she would give Twilight what she could not give unto herself. That wasn't to say that they would not both enjoy it, but that was obviously moot.

A sleek spell was proof of Luna's unnatural stealth as she softly peeled away Twilight's cover, finally exposing her entire body as she laid halfway on her side, finally exposing everything. Her body was even more delectable up close, with her short fur so fluffy and well-presented, her hooves awkwardly fumbling as her pants became more prominent in Luna's ear, and her pussy—positively soaked and producing a potent, sweet and tangy musk—exposed to Luna for the first time, she could barely wait to get started.

Of course, Luna reminded herself that this was all for Twilight and not for her in the slightest. Enjoying this would merely be a side-effect of her good-natured deed—she deserved to enjoy it. With another short and delicate touch of magic, Luna began to manoeuvre Twilight's body, propping a pillow under her and moving her covers to the side, leaving room for her to slide up on the bed and lay next to her, able to reach her entire body. As Luna entered the bed, taking her place beside Twilight, she began to realise just how much she hoped to return under different circumstances in future.

It took a lot of willpower and determination to break the barrier of touch, but Luna gladly persisted, laying a single kiss against Twilight's chest, much as she imagined she had earlier in Twilight's dream. A soft and husky giggle emanating from her throat, Luna wondered if her actions had any influence on what Twilight was imagining. A few seconds passed, and though her chest continued to rise and fall, Twilight seemed to have no cognizant reaction. Luna realised that her body was just as active, but it was panic and apprehension as well as excitement that bolstered the quickening of her breath.

When she was sure that Twilight looked as if she wouldn't wake, Luna braved a short series of kisses, pressing her lips against Twilight more firmly. She was rewarded with a soft mewl of appreciation, and it only made Luna wish to touch her more, running a hoof in circular motions around her belly, silently promising that her lips would be there soon. Twilight didn't realise how much of a treat she was in for.

With careful, practised motions, Luna snuck her way down Twilight's chest with kisses and the occasional adventurous nip, finding Twilight's flesh to be soft, her body reactive to the pulling of teeth, a short gasp sounding as she dug them in a second and third time. It wasn't enough to wake her, but she seemed almost conscious of the sensation, and Luna could swear she heard Twilight murmur her name through her sleepy haze, which only made exhilaration course through Luna's body with greater intensity. She was still thinking of her.

Time to make her never want anyone else. Luna kissed down to her belly and then licked back up to her neck, working sensual hypnosis with her tongue as Twilight thrashed in place from the ticklish, shocking sensation. Luna was aware of her slender body stretching over Twilight's, and from her position of dominance she looked back to her own outstretched flank and imagined that she must have been dripping her juices against the sheets by now, a trace of evidence if Twilight would ever check.

As much as she didn't want to be caught, the idea of Twilight knowing that she had been there turned her on immensely, and she found it difficult to decide whether or not she would clean up when finished. Suddenly, she noticed that Twilight's movements increased greatly, and Luna risked darting into Twilight's dream and seeing if there was a source of commotion.

Looking in, she was shocked to find that the dream-Luna was posed in the exact same way as she was in the waking world, playing with Twilight's neck. The simultaneous sensations must have been immense, and the fact that Luna was influencing her dream to that degree brought her delight; Twilight would indirectly remember everything she did, and she would feel every perfect second of it as it happened.

As Luna made it happen, right now. Twilight was surely as tired of foreplay as her, itching to feel Luna against her burning pussy, and Luna would fulfil her, slithering down her body, leaving a light breath against her winking vulva which seemed to crawl through her skin all the way as she fidgeted in her sleep. Luna left a short flick against her sensitive nub, shaking Twilight but not rousing her, and Luna couldn't help but smile at how her pussy clenched. It was begging for stimulation, and Luna would happily acquiesce.

Luna cared for her subject with a short bite against her hind leg, causing Twilight to spread them and expose herself further, presenting Luna's target in all of its tight beauty. Luna reversed directions, kisses halting as she opened her mouth, letting her tongue poke through and finally receive a taste of Twilight's sweet candy juices, liquid emotion dancing on the tip of Luna's taste buds. She liked what she received, swilling it in her mouth and appreciating its texture before greedily swallowing, moving back down to get another lick.

She pushed her tongue against Twilight's pussy, licking at her folds and back up to her clit in a short motion before dragging her way back down, the underside of her tongue brushing its way down as Twilight let out a hoarse moan. Luna loved her sounds almost as much as she loved her little hole, a hole she greedily explored as she pushed her tongue deeper, slipping between her lips and penetrating her before wriggling and pushing in deeper as Twilight's walls wrapped their way around her.

Luna looked down her muzzle at her work, and with dexterous movements flicked and licked her way up and down, tantalising Twilight's tasty twat with each teasing touch, daring her to respond. Luna received further gasps and moans for her efforts, and with a buzz of satisfaction began to roll her tongue around inside Twilight, basking in her 'mmh's and 'ahh's as her legs began to shake where they laid above Luna's head.

Luna looked up from her meal to see that Twilight was craning her neck as if trying to look down at her, but her eyes remained firmly scrunched shut. It was almost as if she was aware as she laid there, but a momentary detour to the dreamscape quickly confirmed that Twilight was, in fact, still fast asleep. Luna's tongue trailed over her clit, traipsing over her most sensitive spots as she began to lick small concentric circles around her, incorporating her teeth as she clenched down over Twilight's lips, lightly tugging.

The result was instantaneous. Twilight thrust her hips forwards against Luna's muzzle, the most forceful movement she had made all night, and it only helped to wake up Luna's body more. If she had been tired when she woke up, her entire body was now bubbling with energy as she felt pure euphoria in her treatment of Twilight, every touch of her tongue another titillating tensing of her body. Feeling she had earnt something for her diligence, Luna's hoof began to work back to her still soaked pussy, brushing up and down her slit in repetitive motions that mirrored the actions of her deft tongue.

Twilight's actions were becoming more prominent the Luna brought the pair to climax, her hooves now pushing forwards into Luna's mane, pushing her muzzle deeper between her legs. The fact she hadn't woken was astounding, and part of Luna wondered if she should stop now and leave, sneak away and avoid the possibility of Twilight waking, but she was too far gone. Luna needed to force her to orgasm just as much as she needed her own, and now that Twilight's body twisted and shivered so much she could hardly leave her high and dry.

She flicked at her own pussy faster with a hoof, laid on her side, her head against Twilight's hind leg as she graciously ate her pussy, moaning into her as Twilight unknowingly pushed her head down, moaning out Luna's name once more. Luna knew she shouldn't have done it, knew talking now was a bad idea, but she couldn't help it, she had to voice her appreciation, she had to mark this moment the only way she truly wanted to. "Mff..." she breathed into Twilight's pussy between a long suck on her clit, "Twilight, you taste so good..."

Twilight didn't reply, but she began to work her hips faster, pushing against Luna as her pants became increasingly pronounced and needy. "Cum for me, Twilight," Luna purred, hoping to softly cajole every drop of Twilight's essence with her sweet words. "Cum for your princess, let it all go..."

Her voice seemed to have its intended effect as Twilight appeared to move into a frenzy, her whole body vibrating as she pushed against Luna's face, who happily continued to push Twilight to her limit. A powerful, piercing stab of her tongue accompanied by a sharp flick up to her clit, and she ground her teeth into the little nub, softly growling as the hoof at her own pussy began to move spastically, increasing quantities of cum gushing from her as her own orgasm drew so close she felt ready to burst at any moment.

It didn't take much longer. She let go of her rapidly building dam, pushing against her body and threatening to burst under the constant strain as she barraged her body with her hoof. She felt her pussy begin to clench around the tip of her hoof, luscious licks lining the moment as Luna led Twilight to shared, mind-breaking bliss. A sudden, forceful movement from Twilight's hooves as she forced Luna to tongue fuck her with force, the tip of her tongue finding its mark as she made out with her lips; with her words she had beseeched her to cum, now her lips instructed her.

And Twilight listened, there was nothing else she could do under such pressure. It began as a trickle seeping from her insides as her pussy contracted, but with each pulsation of her nubile, sleeping body, her sticky, moreish juices began to flow fresh and thick. Luna accepted her drink without complaint, lapping every ounce up like a thirsty pup in need of refreshment. All the while, liquid began to trail from between her legs onto the bedsheets, and with a decisive flick of her hoof began to squirt and shoot across the entire bed, some landing on the carpet.

Luna may have made a mess, but she was determined to clean Twilight even as her orgasm persisted, her body still throwing itself around in her satisfied confusion as Luna sucked up every last drop of her, not wasting a single bit. Luna was a good princess, repaying her Twilight in such a manner, and with time the lust left her lips, and the kisses and long lashes against her pussy became soft and affectionate as she allowed Twilight's moment of magic to fade, leaving only small jitters and shakes from her hind legs as Luna slowly withdrew her muzzle, looking over her duty fulfilled.

She had taken a break from the dreams of others to give a pony whose happiness she owed the best of dreams, and now Twilight lay content with a small smile across her muzzle, softly whispering to herself, though Luna didn't need to hear the words, not anymore. She had done what she came there to do and accomplished what she wanted to achieve.

But she knew that it wasn't enough, even as she cleaned up the remnants of her own mess. She may have given Twilight something, and while it wasn't recognition for that act that she craved, she knew that Twilight wanted her now. Not only that, but she was also sure that one wonderful night and beautiful dream did almost nothing to make up for all that Twilight had done for her in the past.

There would need to be more, Luna was sure of that. How she would give that to Twilight was a matter of debate and something she needed to think over, but as she looked over her fellow princess one more time, laid in gorgeous harmony, she knew that there was no way she could go without bringing her much pleasure and joy again in future. To say that Luna felt invigorated and ready to take on the rest of her night was an understatement, there was nothing that could stop her now.

Besides, Luna thought as she flashed one more look at her before teleporting away, who could honestly resist another taste?