Watchmare of Dreams

by Lunacy

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Anthro, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4141

Princess Luna wakes up in the middle of the night with a big problem, then proceeds to make a mess of it.

Waking up in the middle of the night is not a problem Princess Luna is accustomed with. While in the past such incidents have been the result of her fears and anxieties overwhelming her, tonight her problem is just as much embarrassing as it is personal. At the very least - she can deal with this one on her own.

Contains a futa alicorn moon Princess having some solo fun, an endowment that would make Big Macintosh blush, lots of 'liquid gold', and a huge mess.

Published 2018-11-21 03:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-21 03:20:01 UTC

Full Moon

"--Ah!"

Princess Luna awoke with a fright. Where was she -- what was going on? Her sleep addled brain took many a second to process these questions as she looked about, swiftly calming down. In every direction she could see, a sea of blue silk extended a good five feet in every direction. Disturbed only by the large, mare-shaped lump she seemed to be attached to, the only disruption in the otherwise flat surface. It was almost mesmerizing, staring down at the silk - a deep, royal blue, interrupted only by glints of light, perhaps reflected, perhaps sourced from deep inside the fabric - if she stared at it long enough, it was almost like gazing into her very own night sky... but she needn't get distracted. Beyond the edges, the silk dropped off sharply - she could see not where it went, nor the ground below, but as her eyes acclimated to the darkness, she begun to make out other features of this room she was in. To her right was a wall, equally blue - whether it be the ambient light or its actual colour, she couldn't tell. A dresser, bookshelf, and beyond that - a door, marked the wall - an extinguished lantern hanging off a hook next to the door. It looked like it had been out for a while, something she didn't much concern herself with as her gaze continued to scan the room. The rear wall of the room had a wardrobe built right into it, as well as another smaller, closed door. The purpose of which was lost on her - for the moment, at least. A mystery for later.

To her left was a wide, grand window - thick, dark curtains splayed open, allowing her to peer into the outside beyond. While she couldn't see much from this angle, she seemed to be overlooking some kind of town, or city - if the dotted, orange lights below said anything about it. But even they paled in comparison to the brightness of the full moon. Her moon. Even just gazing upon it was enough to calm her, the lunar princess letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding... before a chuckle, as the realization hits her.

"Oh, Luna. You have taken far too many sleepless nights..."

A wide grin was coated over her face, even if nopony was around to see it. Those past few moments of confusion and analysis seemed so silly - she was in her room! Her room, in Canterlot Castle. By the position of the moon in the sky, it was four or five hours before dawn. Yet still prime hours for the night owls of ponykind... herself included, many a night! Yet last night, when she had retired to her room, she had opted instead to patrol the dreamscape, her duty as Watchmare of Dreams not lost on the millenia-old mare.

And yet she'd woken up on her own. That was something that hadn't happened in a long while.

This puzzled the princess, her grin involuntarily shifting into more of a scrunch as she dove deep into thought on how that could have happened. It was confusing - but it explained a few things, most certainly. Like why she didn't remember a single thing over the past few hours. The strange nature of her dream magic blessed her with perfect recall if and only if she'd woken up of her own volition - without it, she was as prone to the details slipping away as any other pony. Good dream recall was a skill she was - perhaps embarrassingly - lacking in, usually relying on her magical ability to perform such a feat. She'd certainly not been scared or startled - she thought, at least, the last thing to cause that in her had been the Tantibus, a foul reflection of her thoughts and emotions that had long since been banished, with the help of most of Ponyville...

She certainly wasn't woken up by anything else - she'd have noticed a loud noise, and the guards stationed outside her door would have noticed, too! There was nopony else in her room, and nothing outside - as far as she could tell. Perhaps it was just a fluke, and she should just go back to sleep - the comfort of her bed certainly encouraged her to do so. Yet still, curiosity plagued her mind, as one final thought on what it could have been struck her. She brought a hand up from under the covers, grabbing onto the silk hem of her bedsheets, before lifting them up and taking a peek...

"... ah. Of course."

Nestled up between her breasts, sandwiched between them, her silk covers, and her body was a thick, wide, crown of a flared cockhead - staring right back at her. Shaped almost like a heart, the dark blue flesh was nigh invisible in the darkness - and had it not been for it's sheer girth, as well as the weight she now felt all of a sudden on her chest, she might not have noticed it at all. She was almost ashamed to have not noticed it earlier - it wasn't anything sleek or stealthy, but more of a battering ram, a massive, virile log of a stallionhood that stretched closer - much closer to her face than not. Of course, in her freshly awoken, sleep-addled state, she mistook her own room as unfamiliar and alien, if for a few moments. Not noticing this beast having come out to play was... well, not outside the realm of possibility.

Princess Luna slid herself back a bit, making sure not to strike her head against her headrest, before she summoned what strength she could in her arms, and sat on up. This proved slightly more of a challenge than expected as the massive midnight member she wielded slid right against the soft silk of her sheets, eliciting a breathless gasp from the rising Princess. Any questions about what had woken her up had since left her mind as she stared on down at the cause with an annoyed, almost derisive look. The one-eyed snake cared not for her plight, standing tall from her groin to her chest - for a few moments, at least, before its own weight caused it to shift and buckle, the half-flaccid member flopping forward and landing on her bed with a quiet fwump. It reached forward quite the distance - easily passing her knees, but not reaching even halfway towards her ankles. It was the envy of many a stallion - and certainly the few lucky mares gifted like she was, bar precisely one. A perk of alicorn genealogy, she once enjoyed the title of biggest in Equestria for many years - her sister either incapable of stacking up, or unwilling to enter into such a lewd competition. This was until one upstart niece of hers had come along, her bubbly personality matched only by her upstart nature - she may not have been born with this gift, but from the way it was put to use, one would think she'd invented the craft.

Luna had tasted bubblegum for a week, when the title had come into question. Still, she'd be a liar to claim it hadn't been taken fair and square from her.

The memory wasn't doing her any favors, however. A small throb passed through her length, as she looked down to notice she'd been taking one hand to idly rub against it. A dark splotch appeared on her bedsheets at the far end of her shaft - a scowl soon following from the Princess. She'd gone ahead and made a mess - a small one, perhaps, but at this rate it would be just the beginning. Luna wraps her hand around her cock, shifting on her bed to sit on top the sheets, leaning back to lay her pride against her chest.

Hmmh. This reminded her of another memory.

She was sitting - much like this - on a couch in a tailors. She was nude - again, much like this, as an intimidated-yet-certainly-excited young seamstress was tasked with taking her measurements.

"T-Twenty five inches, my Princess." she'd stammered - her job made all the harder by her sheer proximity to the beast. It was hardly her fault - one of Luna's hands was holding her face against it, the poor mare looking utterly overwhelmed with Luna's divine musk.

"And?" started the Princess, a coy grin widening across her face. She leans in a bit further, staring down at the cream-coated mare. "We see thy measuring tape hath exceeded the twenty-fifth mark. It pays not to cut short, we would hath thought somepony of thine caliber would hath known this..."

"A-And a half, madam!" she squeaks, panting rapidly. "Along - along with, ulp fifteen inches around, which puts you at - perhaps - five - five inches wide, my Princess!"

Luna let the memory end before she strayed too far into what had happened next. For the act the seamstress had put on, Luna would have thought that perhaps business hours in broad daylight wouldn't have been the best time for the events that had proceeded - but she seemed to have enjoyed the extra publicity, so to speak. Enough that Luna had a follow-up appointment booked with her about a month from now. It was, perhaps, unusual for the dressmaker to be booking appointments, rather than the one whom would wear them - but neither party seemed to mind so much. In fact, she seemed downright eager to do it all over again.

"Oh, to Tartarus with it."

The exasperated princess was only adding to her problems - the biggest of which was a lot harder, and freely throbbing in her hand. She could feel a sticky mess dribbling down onto her hands, and past to the bed below - all of which was just enough for her to throw her inhibitions away. She'd be in for a cleaning, that was for sure - but that would be the problem of the Luna in twelve hours, not the one quite now. Shuffling forward on her bed, she sits down right in the middle of it, staring right down at her midnight blue shaft, as she wondered quite how to start. Frustration brought forth a simple solution as her hands - ignoring the plight of her overthinking mind - gripped herself firmly, and started to pump.

"Hhhhhn-aaaa...."

The relief was instant. Her body was tense, but the tension in her lower groin was slowly starting to be worked free. While she was quite a bit too thick to reach her hands all the way around, two gripping firmly did the job nicely enough. It was a slow but steady pace, silky smooth hands dragging against malleable flesh, riding over veins and cockflesh, and stopping hard against her thick medial ring. This was the relief she was seeking - her breath slowing and deepening to match the speed of her hands. She bites down on her lip as she spots the growing droplets of dribbling pre - the hesitance from before bubbling back up in an attempt to prevent her from making it worse for her - but a throb of her shaft sealed her fate, a spurt of clear precum shooting upwards, before landing across her bedsheets. A small line of the stuff, sinking right into the fabric and staining it with her musk.

Well, that was that, then. The time to turn back had come, gone, and was naught but a memory.

A dull ache from below causes her to gasp in discomfort. That - that was her balls, those two massive, overactive orbs, nestled between her thighs. Perhaps it came with her package deal, or perhaps she just had a lewd imagination, but she could swear she could feel the twins rouse from their slumber, pulsing softly and churning away. Producing more than enough divinely virile alicorn seed to protect her lineage for eons to come, in a single night. It was definitely too late now, her hands starting to speed up in their efforts. One of them taking a place below the medial ring, trying her hardest to stimulate her entire length at once. It was a herculean task - it was something that took four ponies both hands each to manage, and here she was with just two. She was leaning back more and more now, pulling her cock up to point it vertically - just so she could admire two spurts of crystal clear pre - sailing upwards a good foot and a half through the air, before splattering down on her body and bed below.

Surprise overtakes her for a moment as she falls backwards onto her back - her cock coming free from her hands to impact her belly, chest, and breasts with a resounding SLAP. It was enough to knock the wind out of her, Luna reflexively rolling to her left to recover, taking a few gasping breaths of air as she came down from her high - her mind already plotting, scheming on how she could get more. As she gazed out of her window, to her night sky beyond, one more grin came across her face. She might only be a single pony with a single set of hands - and wings far too stiff to do anything with, especially considering she was laying on one of them. But she had something no small amount of ponies lacked - magic.

Once more her hands grip around her shaft, pushing it downwards to stick out perpendicular to herself. Her horn glows, a number more azure blue hands, sparkling and transparent, forming mid air - before taking their place against her cock. She lets out a soft sight as each presses against it, feeling just as real as the actual thing. These would serve her well, more than enough to accompany her for this night. Once more she begins, squeezing her eyes shut and biting down on her lip at the multiplied sensation. She had not one, but six pairs of hands working her now - each working in unison. They all traced individual paths up, down, and around her shaft, working with the dexterity of the finest masseurs - it was them from whom she learnt this technique from, anyway! It was so effective, in fact, that she pulled her own arms back - laying them down on her bed to grasp at her bedsheets, as a loud moan escapes her.

"Nnnnngh, oh, yes..."

She can't contain her voice any longer as she pumps more magic into the spell. Those hands - those wonderful hands speed up, gripping her tighter and tugging her faster, still! Twelve of them in total, each one seemingly knowing her inside and out. They worked independently but in sync, leaving no spot untouched, working with the speed and dexterity mortal mares would die for. Each had purpose, working around, with, or even passing through each other in pursuit of their goal. One moved up to the crown of her cock, playing with and squeezing the ribbed edge, before rubbing and pressing against the flat head, tracing around the more-than-active hole, indented near the very tip. Three joined together to wrap around her cock completely, pumping and squeezing that veritable log of a shaft for all she had, while one more lazily worked its way around, tracing up and down each individual vein - passing through its friends, if need arose. This didn't interrupt the sensation in the slightest, each able to be felt individually even while they were occupying the same space - a unique sensation for the otherwise well-learned alicorn princess.

One was paying close attention to her medial ring - rubbing it, pressing against it, and more than truly giving it the attention it deserved. Three more were doing a similar maneuver for the bottom half of her stallionhood, sometimes working in unison with their brethren on the other side - sometimes working against them, leaving her more than guessing to what would happen next. The rest had left their post on her shaft - two of which committing themselves to playing with her weighty balls. Lifting them up, squeezing them, or just feeling those orbs churn. Massaging them well - with promises of sheer volume, very, very soon. And the last one was walking a path around her abdomen and thighs - certainly the little cherry on top. It was not doing all the work, no, not even the majority - but it was all the care and attention she needed right now - as she felt herself racing very quickly towards a spectacular finish.

"Haaaah-- oh, yes, stars above, nnggh--!"

Luna tried to hold herself back for as long as she could. The end was nigh, but she wanted to savour it a little more, for just a bit longer. Her teeth press down against her lower lip as her eyes shoot open, staring down at her gargantuan, majestic pole of a cock. Just in time, too, the powerful beat of her heart sending a throb passing through her length, culminating in that massive flare, crowning the head of her cock, expanding before her very eyes! Disrupting one of the ethereal hands, if just for a moment - another two inches, at least, was added to either side, forming a stupendously huge plug - not a single mare alive would be able to remove it after this point. This was punctuated by another spurt of her precum, the glistening fluid shooting a foot or two and making a mess of this half of her bed. It was enough to put a lesser stallion to shame - and she wasn't even done yet!

She was stuck in a rhythm now - a rhythm she was powerless to stop. Her horn sparking and glowing, feeding an inordinate amount of magic into sustaining the spell even in her otherwise unfocused state. Her breathing heavy and ragged - her focus wavering. All that mattered to her right now was right in front of her - two foot long, almost half a foot wide, a dangerous weapon in many senses of the word. Those hands, those fingers especially, continued to work her towards her climax. Pressing, rubbing, stroking - each making it exponentially harder for her to hold herself back, and yet she endured. She could feel the ache, the need building, burning in her balls. Two grapefruit-sized orbs, pulsing, churning, warm to the touch as they produced ounce after ounce after ounce of virile seed. She was starting to get backed up - little droplets of it forming on the tip of her cock, dribbling down and dripping to her bed below, as much as she tried to hold it back! She felt like a mouse holding back a tidal wave, her very body screaming out for release - the feeling building in her extremities, from the ends of her fingers to the tips of her toes, moving through her body. Building, rolling, crashing down, the last indicator of her climax, rushing towards her groin--!

"--Nnnnnhaah!"

The first pulse hits like a truck. Even twelve magical hands struggle to contain it. Were it her lust addled mind, or what was happening before her, Luna could swear she could see her cock bulge and pulse as that first, glorious spurt travels up it. Time had seemed to slow down, the moments stretching out into seconds and then minutes, the first throb seeming to take an eternity to traverse her two-foot length. But once it did - she was far from disappointed. A stream of thick, white cum shot from her wild, flailing length - soaring through the air with majesty. It easily eclipsed her bed, meeting the halfway point in its arc across her room, before being cut short by the invisible barrier of her window. Luna watched - and listened - as her first spurt splattered across the window, the noise reverberating through the otherwise empty and silent room. It left an impact like an explosion, a splattering impact of white cum dripping from the poor glass. She was so caught up in it that she hardly even noticed the second, or the third! - two more shots, as voluminous as the first, joining it in making a mess against the window - and floor below, surely. The fourth came force with such force that it shook her body to the core, sending shivers back out from her cock to her extremities. This pulse was especially thick, the one to seal the deal with any prospective mares, so to speak. It soared through the air, much like the ones that came before, before impacting against the glass - the final piece in her grandiose display of depravity.

Glass cracked. A spiderweb of fractures emerged from the impact point, stretching just a little bit further than the lines and splatters of white that painted her window. The poor glass was at it's limit...

But, so it had seemed, so was Luna. Naught even fifteen seconds had passed, and she'd already blown any lesser stallion right out of the water. In volume, distance, force, and even time. And while the high points were over - she wasn't nearly done yet, her cock still pulsating, throbbing like a rampant beast as spurt upon spurt of seed was ejected from her flared head. These didn't quite have the volume or force to them as her earlier ones did, arcing over the bed to splatter against the floor. While in any normal circumstance, the deed would long since be done, this was her assurance - to ensure even the most stubborn of mares would bare her fruits. Whether it was reflex or intention, she didn't know, but a pulse of magic shot through her horn, giving one last command to her ethereal hands. Each of them worked in unison, dragging down her mammoth mare member and holding it against the bed - limiting all future damage to her silken sheets.

With its main attack spent, the flailing beast pinned - one would think Luna's orgasmic finish was nearly over. And yet, her divine strength and frankly ludicrously overpowered alicorn genes had her continue for fifty seconds more, blue alicorn princess lost in the sheer pleasure of it all as she rode it out. Her bedsheets were ruined, the entire eastern half of it stained in some manner by rivulets of thick, white alicorn cum. It was far too thick to sink into her sheets - quickly, at least - leaving her with pools of it running about on the disturbed surface, quite a lot of it dribbling and running off the edge of her bed. She'd have quite the mess - and a bit of repairs to do in the morning, but for the moment? Luna was sated. Her breathing was slow and steady, but her mind was gone - long since having drifted off to the land of dreams. Her body was soon to follow, as her eyes slowly fluttered shut, the alicorn princess falling into a deep, restful slumber, from which she wouldn't be disturbed till morning.

"Oh... oh, wow."

Scarlet Shield did her best to close the door silently. Sure, she was relatively certain Luna wouldn't hear her, but if the Princess found out that she was watching, even a little bit? She was sure she was going to end up banished from Equestria... or worse. Her partner, Raven Flight, was tapping his foot impatiently, looking towards his partner with an almost annoyed expression.

This softened, somewhat, as he noticed the wide-eyed look on Scarlet's face.

"Well? What'd you see?" he started up. Curt and impatient - but he wasn't the one that had just spent ten minutes staring into their Princess' room.

"Well... you know those stories?" Scarlet begins. "The ones about Princesses, and mares, and stallions, and the Princess-mare with the stallion-bits?"

"Uh huh." Raven continues, frustration fading slowly as it starts to dawn on him.

"We-ee-elll, let me just put it this way... if she was turned about ninety-degrees this way, I'd be wearing a brand new coat of war paint."

Raven stands there, slightly stunned. He takes a breath, holding it for a good moment before he says something. "But hold on, isn't her room longer tha--"

"Yes! It is!" squeaks Scarlet, her armored hands shooting to her mouth to silence herself. "Take a peek if you want to, but believe me when I say she's going to need a new window!"

"Pfft." finishes Raven, rolling his eyes. Still, though, he steps past his partner, opening the door just a bit to take a peek...

"Oh... oh, wow."