The Day Shift

Something felt strange. A gentle warmth pulsed through my body, and I felt both curiously tense and at ease at once. I slowly began to emerge from the depths of sleep, as if wading through a field of deep, thick meadowgrass. It was slow going, but eventually I found myself able to open my eyes.

My eyes sluggishly opened to reveal a sky full of infinite stars, formed into gorgeous constellations. Nebulae, comets, and strange planets that looked close enough to reach out and touch. This… wasn’t my room. I jerked myself up onto my haunches, and the shift in perspective revealed Princess Luna. It took me another ten seconds to realize she was also sucking my dick.

Enthusiastically, too. Her head easily bounced up and down the whole length as though it were nothing, head artfully adjusted positions to make it smooth as silk. The warmth and wetness quickly overwhelming me only to be pulled back seconds later. She didn’t even need to pause as I sat up. And as my body realized it was aroused, I felt the sudden need to thrust. Once again, Luna flowed like liquid, refusing to let my errant pushes disrupt her perfect, eager rhythm. The only hint that she had even noticed was a sly smile playing at the edge of her currently-occupied mouth.

It wasn’t long after that before I came, a twitch, a clenching sensation, and a wave of exhaustion rolling over my body as my cockhead flared. I collapsed backwards and found that in spite of having just woken up, I was totally exhausted. I flopped backwards onto a pile of pillows and my eyes rolled up towards the ceiling, settling on the sky again. This time, I noticed that the sky didn’t quite seem… right.

It felt too real. The colors were too vivid, the figures slightly blurred and shifting the longer you held your eyes on them. Of course… this was Princess Luna. “Am I dreaming?” I asked, slurring my words as if still half asleep..

There was a glow of magic I could barely see at the bottom of my vision, a tingling sensation in my groin and in a moment I felt… renewed. Rewound? It was hard to tell if my stamina had been refreshed or if she had simply turned back the clock on my arousal. Either way it felt like I was just becoming hard for the first time. In a moment, she was already kissing and pressing her lips up the length of my shaft until once again it was fully hard and pulsing, ready for her to begin once more.

This time, she didn’t bob on it, but the lingering desire in her eyes and the slightest salivation made me suspect she was tempted. Instead, she cupped my balls in her hoof while the other one gently drifted up and down the length, occasionally pausing over the medial ring to trace around the entirety.

“Nothing quite so pedestrian,” she bragged. “Dreams are ephemeral, and there would be no way of making sure that you remember everything I need you to. No, instead you lie here in my personal chambers, infused with dream magic. Quite a work of art if I don’t say so myself and you should be honored at being allowed to see it. So few mortals are allowed.”

I nodded, eyes glancing up and down as I watched her careful attention, swallowing loudly. “Um. What am I doing here?”

Luna let loose a laugh. She slowly stood up and turned around. Her tail was purposefully to one side, giving me a full view of her toned flank, which she pushed back until it was pressing against my erect cock. Carefully, she nestled it in the valley of her perky rear and began to rock back and forth, sliding me across the silky fur of her rear. I let loose a groan, excitement and terror commingling to form one incredibly strange state of mind. Although my groin was feeling fresh and dandy, the rest of my body felt exhausted beyond all belief. My limbs were more like sandbags, and my vision swam as a fresh surge of pleasure was inflicted upon me.

“Mayhaps I find you a delightful little enigma,” she cooed. “And I just had to sort you out. Or, since I am Mistress of Dreams, maybe the exceptionally lewd thoughts were simply too delicious to ignore.”

I was panting and trying to sort out exactly what she was saying, but it was a dim distant echo compared to crashing sensations dominating my thoughts. “I, uh, don’t know how to, uh, think....”

She let loose a triumphant laugh. “So aroused you cannot form a thought? Cannot even stand to move? Truly, I have been proven the most erotic of all mares! None can stand against the Princess of Dreams!”

I felt myself fading in and out of consciousness, but some quiet voice inside told me there was something off about all this. “Not quite as good as Celestia…” I murmured, phantom half-thoughts giving me an intuitive guess at what to say.

The reaction was immediate. Princess Luna stopped what she was doing and I felt her rump leave my groin. My body sighed with relief as I enjoyed a respite fr- oh, well, now she was standing over me. Her face pushed up into mine, her snoot pressing up against me.

“You fool!” She said. “Seven times I have brought you to orgasm, ungrateful wretch! I know for a fact that she has instilled in you only three! That alone shows my superiority! But clearly, your mind cannot comprehend how beautiful and lovely my form is, glorious and bright as the stars above! Now mount me!”

I blinked, exhaustion suddenly clearing from my mind like fog burned away by the sun. “I um, no?”

Luna and I had a moment like the world’s most retarded chess game where neither of us had any idea what we were supposed to do. Luna broke first and turned about, stomping off over to another pile of pillows and plopping down. “Fine!” She said. “Then you can rot in here until you change your mind!”

I rolled onto my feet and shakily got up onto my legs, drained as they were. After standing up, I looked around. The room seemed… deep. More dream magic? “How do I get out of here?”

“You don’t!” Luna said petulantly, head held haughtily. “This is my dream realm and you could not even produce a simple door, much less brave the horrors of your own subconscious to escape!”

“Summon a door?” I asked. “...can I just kind of dream one into existence?”

Luna winced and hit herself on the forehead. “Very well! Mayhaps you have uncovered such a minor secret, but dream-walking is more than simple weaving of that sort! It requires the tenacity and grit to survive the innermost horrors of your own mind! You simply do not have the will to do so!”

I rolled my eyes and focused on a simple wooden door, the idea of one popping into existence just like it was a lucid dream. There was a ripple in the air, and the door I had been imagining shimmered into existence. It was crude compared to the gorgeous vision that the rest of the room was, but hey, it didn’t need to do anything but open.

“What in Equestria could be lurking in my own subconscious that would be scary enough to keep me here with you?” I reached out and pushed the door open. Inside, was an infinite, black plane with no depth of field or horizon. Just an endless, flat expanse. Covered with mares. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. A mathematical infinity of them. And they all looked at me with an intense, hungry look in their eyes and began to move as one, surging towards the door. In a second I had slammed the door shut behind me, and I heard a cascade of thumps as the horny mares tried to get through.

Luna was looking at me now, giggling with haughty glee and a twinkle in her eye. “Your childish fears are your own undoing,” she said. “Such a field as that presents an impassable obstacle! You will have to lie with me now, for what pony could possibly brave such a horror?”

There was a powerful thudding sound. It sounded like the tower of the castle we were in had been struck by a catapult, like an earthquake was thundering through the mountain. And then it happened again. Closer, stronger. I could feel the rolling underneath my own hooves. And then again, and I nearly fell off of my own hooves, flapping my wings and hovering above the ground to maintain my balance. Luna noticed it too and she was up on her own hooves, distinctly not happy. Not the petulant, childish anger of before. Instead, her face was a mask of grim certainty as she stood up, examining the edges of her dreamworld as though watching, waiting for the inevitable attack. Ready for anything.

It was such a startling change it helped me remember that Luna sorta happened to be an Alicorn, one of the immortal and powerful guardians of Harmony itself. And that made what happened next all the more perplexing.

The door I had summoned burst open. Literally burst, exploded into splinters that quickly disassociated from the dreamworld and thus reality, evaporating into puffs of smoke. As the fog cleared, Rock Solid was standing there with a glare in his eyes that faded a little bit upon seeing me.

“First!” He said. “C’mon we need to…” In a moment, there was a flash of purple and Princess Luna was upon him. She jumped up onto his front legs, then artfully spun on a single hoof. Her rear legs lashed out to strike him in the side with a solid buck. A thunderous clang rolled out as she banged against his armor and he was knocked onto his side. He performed a graceful combat roll and was up on his hooves, eyeing Luna up and down. I noticed his armor wasn’t dented at all, nor did he seem particularly winded by being a hit like a freight train.

He moved towards Princess Luna with a charge that belied his size and this time, I could see smoke rising from his hooves as he ran, leaving diluted little grey marks where he touched. Luna stood resolute, a roll of immaterial magic flowing over her, a low and easy posture that obviously looked ready to toss the charging stallion. She could have easily just picked me up in her magic and held me at bay, but with Rock’s combat prowess…

And then, a few feet before collision, Rock jumped. It wasn’t a tackle, though Luna’s stance was definitely looking for one. Instead, Rock aimed all his momentum into his hooves and drove them deep into the ground in front of Luna, sliding into the palace floor like butter. And then with a mighty heave he lifted upwards, a huge chunk of the ground going with him, and that same thin grey color underneath the huge slab of stone as he chucked it. Luna was not expecting this and flew away with the stone as it was unceremoniously thrown by from Rock, a surprised shout rolling out from her and getting quieter and quieter as she was swiftly removed from the premises, spinning out into the expanse.

I stared at the inky darkness that Luna had just been propelled into. I stared at Rock. I stared at the indentation where the floor had been. I was roughly grabbed around the haunch and yanked over towards the door I had created in the dream. The infinite plane of black lay beyond, but in the farthest distance there was a yawning portal of light, a pinprick that we were moving towards rapidly.

“Rock? What the hay is going on?” I asked as he hurried along with me clutched indelicately at his side like a saddlebag.

“I have no idea!” He said, a triumphant crow to his voice. “I was looking for you and found a door and then I just chucked the sun-spotted Princess of the Night!”

“What?” I asked incredulously. “What the hay? Where am I?”

“Uh, Princess Luna’s apartments… kind of,” he said. “It’s complicated. For now…” He grabbed something he was wearing, shifting me to his back while he grabbed and slipped some kind of string around my neck. It was simple, with a wooden frame and a dozen twine threads interlacing into a spiderweb pattern in the middle.

I took a look at it and started to look back at Rock. “What is-”

“Stop asking questions!” Rock said as he aimed a hoofstrike at another mindless mare attempting to latch onto him, seeming a bit more winded now. It took him a solid two strikes to dislodge this hanger on before he could go running towards the glowing patch of light in the distance.

I nodded and simply clutched to his back, hoping to let him move with a minimum of distraction. We surged along, making great time while Rock decked several dozen (hopefully nonexistent) mares and kept us going.

Then, there was a horrible screeching sound and the wall of reality fell away, revealing the void of a night sky. “FIRST PRIZE!” bellowed a solitary figure, pitch black amongst the endless canvas of stars. More than pitch black… Ultra-black, dark enough to consume the light around her. “I WILL HAVE YOU!”

Rock swore. We ran on, but it became harder as the formerly flat ground began to warp and shape underneath his hooves. I’m not sure how he even managed to see it changing, the whole ground was a flat black plane, but he artfully ducked and dodged around hills, cliffs, pits, whatever else the ground shaped itself into.

But we weren’t fast enough, the nightmare of Luna was advancing on us faster than any pegasus I had ever seen. “Shit, shit, shit!” I shouted back. “She’s catching up!”

“Do something!” Rock shouted.

“What? You couldn’t even hurt her and you’re the most badass stallion I know!”

Rock took half a second to look pleased at this, but didn’t have any more time than that to spare. “I dunno! But if she catches up to us…”

This was a nightmare. I frowned. Wait. No. It was a dream… I furrowed my brow and focused on the space in front of me, thinking about a wall. A brick wall! Red bricks! Each descriptor got added on, and with each addition the wall seemed firmer, more secure, more solid. And then in a second, Luna shattered it, continuing forward.

She was the master dreamweaver. She was the ultimate Walker-of-Night. What could I possibly do to stop her?

I then realized I didn’t need to stop her. I just needed to slow her down and speed us up. I summoned up an image of a tidy Neighagra Falls street, etched into my mind by years of sweeping, and in seconds I felt Rock began to move quicker, more assuredly. There was still the odd bulge and warp to the streets, but it definitely wasn’t as bad as before. Then, trailing behind us, a dozen Rock Solids sprang into existence. None of them were quite right, but that was beside the point. En masse they charged at The Princess of the Night. Each of them tried to jump at her and latch on, but as they came close, she swatted at them, using fractions of her attention to reduce them to dust as she advanced mercilessly.

But it was working. We were gaining, ever so slightly. Just a few more moments and we’d be there, we’ll be out, we’ll be free…

“ENOUGH!” Bellowed Luna in a voice loud enough to shatter the remaining Rocks (except for the presumably real one I was riding on). Her horn, outlined against the night sky flashed a brilliant purple, and seething tentacles of starlight shot out. They struck out into the ground like knives into butter,then streaked up and out again, tearing through my dream of the streets and crushing it like wet cardboard. There was a groaning sound at the very edge of my hearing, and with a lurch, a huge chunk of the ground ripped from the dreamscape, tilting us upwards and backwards into the night sky.

I yelped and began flapping my wings, flying as hard as I could. Sadly, I was never particularly strong. At my limit, I still wasn’t doing anything to help Rock. He was a big stallion clad in heavy armor, and no amount of straining was going to let me lift him. Luckily, he had it covered for the most part. His hooves struck into the ground and he used the grip to propel himself upward, scaling the increasing slope that was the chunk of ground.

With one last grunt, he pushed himself up over the ledge, just as the slab began to tilt down over us, and we fell. Once again I tried in vain to slow the fall but between his weight and mywingpower, it just wasn’t happening. He landed on his hooves easily enough, but there was a definite buckle to his legs and he fell to the ground, taking me with him. Both of us were down on the ground, looking at each other. My head and ears rang, and I could see Luna approaching, her tentacles breaking down and consuming the remnants of my creations as she drew closer. Her eyes and mouth were bright shining points of white against the pitch-black form, and she was smiling, smiling.

“Go,” Rock said, forcing himself up to his hooves. Beaten, bruised, but not broken. He turned to look back at Luna. “I’ll… try and hold her off.”

“Rock, I can’t just leave you-”

He gave me a look back, a cocky grin that almost managed to hide how exhausted he was. “That’s my job, dude. Go! I’m not gonna let Celestia think I’m some kind of loser.”

I shot him back a nervous grin and looked back at the door. Just a few feet away, and I could see the hallway outside of it… I nodded and darted out of the door, taking a look back just in time to see the tentacles begin to curl around Rock. He pulled and strained at them, but in the end he just wasn’t strong enough. I hurried to close the door,a heavy purple one with the insignia of Luna on its front. I was in her apartments, at a guess. But the last thing I saw before I finally closed the door was Luna carrying Rock away in her tentacles, glaring over her shoulder as she made off with her consolation prize.