Tender Wishes

Tender laid in bed, tired from the day before. Not that it had been bad. No, it had been nice to meet the human turned pony that was Mrs. Blush, but… It had also made something painfully clear to him. After all, the poor mare was about as shy as they came, and oddly had a body matching that disposition, and yet she still wore something so revealing. Yes, it was her uniform, but if he focused he could remember that that was not always the case. That the old uniform had been Summer colors and an apron.

Now… Now it had made a charming afternoon more than a little arousing as he glanced down at the slight bulge in his pants. He was a little too depressed to take care of it tonight, nor was it that much of a bother, but it was there. A small part of him joked as his teacher would about the compliment it was, but in reality it just showed why he made the wish.

That he was becoming as debaucherous as so many school colts were. It was something he had avoided in school, but now… Now he was no better than them, and all were to suffer for it.

He groaned at the thought, throwing an arm over his eyes with a sigh. “I wish a princess could let me know if I did wrong by all of this.”

And then he flinched, expecting to be ripped from his body again, before his body relaxed. He had used his three wishes up already. He was safe. His words could have no meaning here.

At least, they wouldn’t if the spirit watching over him decided to act on the very slight nudge that it would take for a certain princess to hasten her investigation into why more mares had been dreaming of this young stallion in particular, or why he was depicted with such a… monumental dick.

Yes, indeed, the spirit was all too happy to bend a rule for a nice treat that fit into her plans all too well.

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Luna smiled to herself as she peaked into the small dance studio that was this stallion’s dream world. It was fitting, and only told her further that she had the right place. After all, her subjects continued to dream of this dancer in things like tights, tuxedos, though one had also dreamt of him in clown makeup for a night and that was… weird, but she had long ago learned to forgive her subjects for their fetishes. Those same fetishes were what brought her here tonight though, as she was used to stallion’s being enlarged in the dreams, but the mares had always been happy when their stomachs would bulge from their partner’s scepters.

A few of the younger subjects that knew this stallion though usually found their dreams becoming timid when he pulled out his cock, if not into full blown nightmares.

If it was just them imposing it onto him, fine. She would speak to her young charges about why they were becoming afraid of stallions, teach them a lesson, and then head off. She doubted that of course with how relaxed Celestia had made the morals of her subjects while she had been gone, but now was not the time for that. Now was the time to see if this was reality, because if it was… Well, that was important crown business as to why. Business she didn’t need, nor want, to go into detail about.

...Yeah.

First there was to make sure that the young stallion didn’t lie to her as she tapped on the wall of the studio, her magic seeping into it. Like this, she was in complete control, and thus would make sure he didn’t exaggerate anything. Next came her own appearance. She could appear as a nightmare, a fantasy, or herself, but she didn’t want the last one. If her investigation had to go deeper than cursory glances, then she would want him to believe it was a dream. As such, she molded her appearance to be a fantasy of what he would want of her. How he would desire her in a dream.

And his image of her… It was breathtaking. All the way down to her proportions, her body stayed the same, something she actually enjoyed. After all, she was proud of her nice, supple breasts that couldn’t knock a stallion out if she turned too fast like a couple other princesses she knew, her toned legs, muscular arms and abs, all of which were a part of the fact that she had always been the warrior between her and her sister. Not that she wasn’t attractive, but it was nice to not be a blow up doll.

No, the breathtaking part was her outfit. As she herself was making herself into a fantasy, she was covered in very little. Yes, one look at her, and the stallion would likely see her pussy, her almost black nipples, and every inch of her toned, curved body. The body of a goddess… But the attire was still suitable for her. It was still worthy of her, and she knew when she awoke she would need it.

See, she was wearing her hair. Or, that’s what it appeared to her at first. Upon closer look, she realized it was enchanted silk that clung from her skin in what was actually a rather long robe. It’s magic appeared as a starry night though, shifting so that parts of it were translucent, while others shone with motes of light, all while winds of aether and space swirled over her body, both shrouding and revealing herself with each sway of her muscles.

It almost made her shudder in ecstasy as two images appeared in her mind. A set of twins she missed dearly from her youth. Her and her sister’s teachers, the Muses, and this was the exact sort of thing the two would have made. Or, well, something close. Neither would be so daring as to make something revealing.

Not that she minded it as she walked, the silk not obstructing her for a second as it seemed to almost respond to her will so that it hovered off the ground. With it, and silent steps on the dance studio floors, she felt like a goddess. Like the same sort of beauty that so many of those infernal magazines called her sister.

And found the itch in her loins were becoming a slight burning as she hummed into the air to catch the stallion’s attention.

Tender paused in his routine, wearing a skintight leotard at the moment as he practiced. When he turned to Luna, his eyes widened as his lifted foot tried to come down, but it didn’t. No, instead Luna saw as his leg tried to disappear, and the studio cracked, even in spite of her magic, and only with a quick, hidden burst of magic did she force the boy’s subconscious to not take over. For her to still be in control as his foot still came down on the floor and he managed to steady himself.

He took a few steps as she continued to glide along the studio floor, her smile small and coy as his eyes devoured her. It wasn’t an uncommon sight for her, as she had watched so many stallions dream of their princesses pleasing them. She liked to usually take this as a chance to take in the stallion themselves. To judge them as they judged her, and her opinion… Nice. He would make a good butler.

At least, until a pink haze came through the studio as his hormones began to act upon the sight in front of him, and Luna saw a bulge begin to form in his pants. A bulge that either meant he was able to spring up like a jack in a box, or….

She swallowed hard, keeping her composure as she turned away. “I was informed that I should wear a proper gown for our lesson, but this was all I had. I hope you do not mind.”

The terror in the poor boy’s eyes seemed to relax at this, which wasn’t wholly surprising to her. After all, if he knew her young friends, he likely had heard about their ethereal journeys together, so he was one of few stallions who would believe it was actually her. However, playing along with a dream and using silly logic like a princess actually being willing to wear such a gaudy, revealing…

Luna had to use all of her being to not think that this was likely just Tuesday wear for Cadance, the whore. Well, not… She shut her eyes as she refused to think more on how disgusting Equestria was, and how their Princess of Love saw fit to try to show her acceptance for ponies’ eccentricities. Besides, her focus was on the colt, who was still growing! Ah!

She was better than this! She… She needed to focus. Her job here was to make sure her fillies were just fantasizing, and worrying, about a possible relationship with this colt, rather than becoming afraid of stallions in general. As she could now see, the latter was not the case. She could just go now.

“Well, princess, I thought we could start with a refresher on the Royal Coltinian Waltz, before moving into the Canterlot, High Society Canter, and finish with a round of Paso Doble, with you leading of course.”

She opened her mouth to dismiss the idea of learning such dances, before stopping. Those were her dances. Or, more so, dances she had once envisioned, as the first was one she had practiced with Celestia, the next one for the common folk when they were allowed in the castle, and the final one meant to mimic a fight she had with a Manticore.

She turned to him, blinking a few times. “How do you know of those?”

Tender tilted his head a little, before blushing a little. “Oh, my apologies princess. I know that Celestia used your name on many night activities after your passing, but… I thought of these you may know of. They’re classic dances passed down from as early as even the twelfth century. All classics in my opinion that I have made sure not to forget.”

Luna stared at the boy for another moment, a moment of depression and rage hitting her like a spike in the spine at another moment of ‘revisionist history’ that her sister had done with her name, but this time it was true. Her old dances had actually been kept, something she might have known if she attended balls or saw ponies outside of her dreams…

She lowered her eyes as she extended her hands. “Show me what you’re worth, colt.”

And Tender threw himself into the lesson, or at least did right up until Luna accidentally threw herself to the floor just from the first few steps of the waltz. “Princess! Are you okay?”

Luna blinked a few times as she laid on the ground. Back when she was used to the world, when she had a public life, and the time of her sister, she was the most graceful being in existence in order to try to create something her subjects could enjoy at night. In his arms, even for a second, she could tell how close he was to that level himself… And how far she had fallen.

She glanced up to the boy, giving him a small smile as her hands came up, one of them cupping his cheek while the other found his back and pulled him closer. “I only know that I need more lessons, and I am grateful to have found a teacher.”

Tender himself blushed, before his eyes widened from a gentle peck from the princess. He opened his mouth to say something, but Luna merely put a hand to his lips. “As a reward for becoming my teacher, and down payment for more lessons,” she said as she swallowed hard, her body at this point a mess of emotions, but lust beating them all for how much she wanted this waif of a stallion, “I wish to bed you.”

It served one more purpose, as she had acted too much like herself, and not the image of herself. With this, she could feel the colt’s possible beliefs that this was her vanish. After all, how many stallions got to bed the princess of the night? The one no pony got to be near…

Luna blinked, before banishing the thought, because such numbers weren’t needed by anypony, let alone her!

It helped of course that the colt’s hand now found her breast. His fingers were soft, kind, as if he was holding a real girl, rather than the rough grabs she saw from so many Earth ponies upon their objects of affection. No, like with the rest of his movements, this colt was soft. For a moment, she wondered how hard she’d even need to punch him to lay him out, before his thumb found her nipple. A bolt of lightning hit her body, before it crashed into the wave already building in her. It was enough to force the smallest moan from her as her legs twitched underneath him.

Tender paused at the noise, before looking up to Luna and whispering, “Are you okay?”

Luna was most definitely thought, with his words making her think she might have been having a heart attack with the lance that found itself in her chest, but she instead just waved it away. “O-Of course! Nothing to fret about.”

In her need to shrug this off though, her magic went rouge for a moment, and she watched as their clothes melted away. Her own hadn’t been doing their job anyways, but now that she got to see the handsome, young colt in all of his glor-

…

“Princess?”

Luna blinked a few times, finally tearing her eyes from the erection that she could now visibly see, and was making her wonder if her subjects had actually been shrinking him before she whispered, “Y-Yes?”

Tender swallowed hard, his hands now off of her chest, but on her back to help her sit up. “Well, it’s just… You became stiff, and I can guess why, so if you’d like us to stop, I entirely understand.”

Did… Did he think she was afraid? Luna almost couldn’t properly consider the possibility of a commoner accusing her of such a thing, and her wings rustled for a moment as she considered how to respond. Then there were his eyes. His sincere, worried, nervous eyes that were looking into her own.

Her hand gently pulled him in for a gentle kiss before whispering to him, as her magic made the words true with about a gallon of dream lube, “No. I merely needed a moment, but am now ready for you.” She then laid back, opening her legs ever so slightly for him as her body shook. “N-Now, sh-show me what y-you can do?”

Tender froze over her, but Luna was useless at this point. She wasn’t a stranger to sex, but, well… Maybe an acquaintance… At best. Actually, more a stalker she supposed. No, that meant that she was in love with sex. No, she usually just had to watch others enjoy their fun. For her though? Well, a thousand years ago, there was nopony close enough to a princess to bed, at least that then didn’t become evil, and there was so much to do anyways. Now though…

Now she was just terrified as Tender lowered himself to her. Their lips met once again, but this time neither pulled away. Neither could with the terror in their chest, even as only Tender’s tip began to open her folds. Even his width was more than she had ever thought to attempt upon herself, and she shrank back from the feeling of it. Tender almost pulled away at that, but Luna couldn’t allow that. Not as she needed him close for her courage not to fail now.

So she pulled on him tight, keeping it so that there wasn’t an inch of space between their chests. It was only due to how surprisingly strong Tender’s legs were that he wasn’t forced to plunge into the princess by her strength. However, he couldn’t dare do that as his legs stayed locked, and his hips did all that he could.

And the moan that escaped Luna made the effort all worth it as her folds wrapped around his tip. Luna herself let one of her hands fall away from his back, instead seeking a comfort she did more properly know from her own time. One that was not so awkward as when people hugged or kissed as they did now, but meant so much to her anyways.

She grabbed one of his hands and held it tight. It seemed childish to her, even in the moment, but feeling him squeeze back as he pushed into her again and sent waves crashing through her body, it made her feel more right about this. That she wasn’t a fool for the choice.

She even let herself try to push back up, her body thrusting itself against him as he grunted from the action. Her own folds clung to his body as they both pulled away at the same time, desperate to keep him in her. To keep him nice and close, even though there was a small part of her that was trying to remind her that she at best was experiencing a fifth of his girth at the moment.

She didn’t care though as their bodies rocked against each other, and their tongues fought the same battle their bodies did of push and pull. Of give and take as every inch of them became one, and shuddered from how it felt to do so.

It could not last forever though, but neither of them talked about that. Neither thought about what they should do in the real world as his cock throbbed and stiffened within her, his precum already having slathered her inner walls with its ink in preparation for the real thing soon. No, Luna made sure to enjoy the fact that they were in a dream, her own magic making sure they rose at the same time, and the whole world around them was on a knife’s edge as the two of them finally parted lips.

And it shattered just moments after Luna felt him cum. After she found her own climax. It was… A rough departure from the dream, leaving the whole scene as chaos in her mind, but she remembered the important part.

The two of them had laid together, and for everything he lacked as a stallion, in bed… In bed she desired nothing more, and so flew towards Canterlot to see her assistant about a few things, her eyes burning with desire as she flew through the night, and Tender awoke, drenched in his own sweat as he found his cum having ruined his bedsheets.