Dominant Dreamer

by RarityEQM

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Porn
Length: 3106

A very tiny Luna visits a very sleeping Twilight

Luna has urges. You don't spend centuries on the moon without developing some, and those urges are difficult to ignore. Too difficult in fact. Luna has needs that aren't being met and desires that dominate her mind. Too long has she gone without satiating her longing to be with another. And so, she fixes this in the only way she knows how.

*3AM Rarity Short*
*A micro story*

Fetishes to be Found:
Micro, Insertion, Somnophila, Masturbation, Teasing, Cum Bath, Cum Shower,
This is really just my attempt at finding out what makes this fetish tick. Or maybe just my attempt to press somepony's 'on' button and hold it down.:duck:
A story written for B_25 Go read his stuff! He's fabulous! :raritywink:

Published 2019-06-04 09:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-04 09:00:01 UTC

Dare to Dream

Author's Note

Based on a filthy conversation I was having with a friend, I wrote a quick one 'n' done for them to cheer them up when they seemed blue. They said it was a fine piece of erotic literature. Showed it to another friend. They said it was marvelous and I should post it. Of course, they are clearly both wrong, but, have some 3 am trash anyway. :raritywink:

Dare to Dream

It was unbecoming of a princess to 'squeal' at least, that's what Luna had been lead to believe. At least, that was what she'd been taught. And yet, that was the sound that slipped from her lips. Again. She'd been doing that a lot that evening, but one could hardly blame her with the sight that devoured her vision: Twilight Sparkle. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. It was Twilight Sparkle, yes, technically, but it was Twilight's privates specifically, that had captivated Luna.

The immense purple folds loomed overhead, massive grand doors that held the promise of untold pleasures beyond a fuzzy purple yard of an untrimmed, unkempt garden. Luna grinned quietly, pausing for just a moment to examine and appreciate the thick fur that sprouted out around Twilight's sex. Ponies these days had lost sight of true beauty, trimming themselves in places where nature had decided fur should grow, acting as if the furry expanse of a pubic mane was something to be ashamed of. But not Twilight. No, Twilight was natural as she was purple, with a natural odor that naturally made Luna dizzy with arousal. The smell was strongest here, of course and most likely due to the extra fur that trapped it in a dense jungle of purple fuzz. It was an aroma that Luna would, if she could, fill her lungs with every single day. The true scent of a mare. A mare's most personal, secret scent that was the core of sensuality and sexuality alike. It was a scent Luna lived for and it alone was enough to stain her lower lips with a distinct slickness that would be difficult to ignore.

But she had to ignore it. At least for now. It wouldn't do to lose herself to lust before the main event could occur. No, no. She would keep herself from going over the edge with what little will power she had this evening. With what little she had started with. If Princess Luna had the will power, of, say her sister, surely she'd never have succumb to her sexual urges and volatile desires. She would remain dignified on her throne of darkness, and not creeping around the dreams of her subjects in the nude. She would not have manipulated Twilight's dream to display herself, bare and uncovered, asleep and vulnerable on her bed, legs splayed wide apart to display a portal to Luna's most decadent desires. She would not have have shrunken herself down to a point where the massive lavender giant overhead could crush her with scarcely a thought to be had. She swallowed nervously, peering up at the sleeping giantess. Oh indeed she could crush her. Twilight could lift her up in her massive hand and do whatever it was she wanted to her. All the power of night wouldn't be able to stop Twilight from delving out whatever kind of punishment she saw fit to deliver to the Princess of Shadows. Twilight would glare at her quietly, set her down somewhere soft and sit her massive purple trunk with all of its massive purple junk, right down atop her, crushing her underneath the deliciously warm cheeks and soft, supple curves of her panty-clad behind. There'd be nothing Luna could do to stop such a terrible fate. She'd be forced to watch the twin moons descend, lowering down over head until she could make out the very fibers of the fabric in that stretched out underwear, doing its best to cling to impossibly thick curves. It would crush her under the softest weight and Luna would be forever lost under Twilight's plump, wiggling rear end. A simple blue dot on an eternal expanse of bright white clinging cotton.

The princess gave another shudder, squeezing her thighs together in a vain attempt to pull herself away from the scenarios her lust-addled mind ruthlessly pitched at her. Without question, she could barely stand it any longer! She bit her lower lip and drove herself forward. Just one step. One step closer to the sheer heat that rolled off of Twilight's bare sex and wrapped around Luna like a hug. She reached out and gently let her fingers glide over the tender surface. It was soft to the touch. Squishy, really. It was everything Luna could have hoped for in another mare, and here it was, presented to her in all its bared glory. It called to her and it forced a radiant blush to Luna's cheeks, even though there was no one around to see it.

Millennia ago, such a touch, nay, such desires and thoughts were outlawed. Deemed ill-fitting for society to enjoy such pleasures, it was made taboo and tossed to the wayside along with other mentalities the world would soon come to embrace. Quite quickly after that, such an insane law was banished, and just before Luna took her little orbital vacation, the notion and movement had just started gaining traction and popularity. One thousand years later and the forbidden nature of such a delicious taboo act still gripped Luna's mind. Perhaps, she mused, it was why she was so beside herself this evening, giving into her primal urges and biological demands. Perhaps it was why she was soaked at the junction between her legs, her arousal lewdly trickling down her inner thigh in hot little rivets that raced through her dark blue fur. Perhaps that was why she'd thrown caution to the wind and was slowly but surely sliding herself into the massive girl sleeping before her.

The inner tunnels were tight and surprisingly slick as Luna made her way inside. They squeezed around her in a warm spongy embrace, offering her just enough freedom to move and just enough oxygen to breathe. It was perfect. It really was. Cozy and warm, the scent at its strongest, drilling well into her nose and deep into her very psyche itself. She opened her mouth and trembled at the taste that sparked across her tongue. Sour and vibrant, it was a true taste of Twilight Sparkle. It was at this point, this very moment, Luna completely lost her grip on her self control. She rolled herself over, swimming through Twilight's passage until she was laying on her back and she began to masturbate in earnest. She couldn't stop herself, even if she wanted to. This was it, what she'd been yearning for since she'd made the decision to do this in the first place. She threw her arms down, forcefully plunging her fingers into her squeezing tunnel and cried out as loudly as she could. Who would hear her? Who could hear her? Certainly not Twilight. She had no idea Luna was doing such a personal private, perverse act inside of her pussy. For whatever reason, that very notion drove Luna's fingers into harder piston like pumps. She jammed her middle and ring fingers into herself, gasping as the sensation tore away at her mind and carved it into pieces. There was no mind. There was no thought. There was simply pleasure. Mind-bending, unfathomable pleasure that melted what little sanity Luna had left and crawling into a giant sleeping girl's pussy to masturbate didn't leave much room for sanity to begin with.

Luna's second orgasm hit her before the first one could even end. Before she was even aware her first one had started. It radiated through her, forcing out another squeal of ecstasy from the trembling alicorn. Her toes curled, her body convulsed, and her pleasure rocketed to places she'd not know possible. The lack of oxygen was getting to her. It must have been. There was very little to breathe, lodged in Twilight's sex, and what little there was absolutely consisted of Twilight's personal musk and natural scents, which only further perpetuated Luna's cycle of lust. She could be happy. This was her happy place. The experience would linger in her mind for the rest of her life, and she would cherish the memories each and everyday. If she ever left. Oh, what a filthy, horribly naughty concept. Briefly, for the small stretch of time Luna had coherent thought in her throes of bliss, she pondered the idea of staying where she was. Twilight would wake up in the morning, brush her teeth, take a shower, get dressed and go about her day, all the while having no idea Luna was right there with her. She'd drink her fill of Twilight's juices, and sneak out into her panties every now and then, exploring what color the fabric was that day, or finding out what it was made out of. She imagined cotton on Mondays, maybe boyshorts on Tuesdays. Classics on Wednesdays. Something tight on Thursdays. Nothing, perhaps on Friday or Saturday, much like now. Luna would spend hours trapped under Twilight's rump when she sat down, lost under the heavy cheeks that held dominance over her tiny body. Twilight wouldn't know why she'd feel so frisky at random points in time, unaware that Luna was teasing her inner-walls and stimulating her with her wings. She would tickle and tease, brush them back and forth and up and down, letting the delicate nature of her feathers whip Twilight into a frenzy, and eventually, it would become too much and Twilight would-

The world shuddered.

It was enough to snap Luna out of her orgasmic daydreaming and force her focus back to the moment. What was happening? The world around her shifted, the walls flickered and trembled and Luna found herself suddenly able to breathe much, much easier. Was Twilight waking up?! No...no the world around Luna still seemed solid. The details were still crystal clear and nothing blurred the way it did when a dreamer returned to reality. That wasn't it. But what then? It felt like Twilight had shifted her position. Perhaps she'd rolled over? Yes. Yes that must have been it. That's all it was. It had to be. Only Luna had a feeling it wasn't. As if on cue, the answer drove its way into Luna's comprehension.

Twilight had rolled over. Twilight had woken up. Twilight had decided to masturbate. At first, Luna could only sit there, frozen in confusion at what to do next. Here she was, pleasuring herself inside of a giant beautiful pony, and now that pony was pleasuring herself with a tiny pony inside of her. Head dizzy with arousal, Luna wasn't sure how, or why, but her own fingers began to twitch back into motion. She rolled her wrist, sliding her digits into herself with a wet, satisfying squish and reveled in little bursts of shocking pleasure that followed. In front of her, she could see Twilight's hands working in unison. She had taken an odd position, resting her index and middle finger just inside of her tunnel, while she worked her thumb in teasing circles over her bell, stimulating herself, and somehow avoiding sliding her fingers all the way in. Was this the way Twilight always pleasured herself? It was strange, but then, who was Luna to question the method of others?

It wasn't like Luna could question very much anyway. Not with her mind in tatters the way it was. She was too busy to grasp the fact that Twilight's fingers now actively blocked her only method of escape. Indeed, she could barely grasp the situation happening around her, lust and arousal filtering out any and all cognitive function and her fingers rammed into herself on autopilot. She was distantly aware the lack of oxygen might have had something to do with her heightened arousal. Perhaps it was the pheromones Twilight produced that mingled with her senses and hammered at her judgment. Regardless, it was euphoria, even as the thick walls around her shuddered and flexed, and Luna realized what was happening and much to late for her to do anything about it.

Luna squealed, her shriek caught in her throat as well as a sticky burst of syrup from Twilight's climax. It washed over her completely, drowning her in the sweet sticky fluids Twilight's fingers caused, and she found herself lost in the orgasm. It was dark. She could not breathe. She could not see. She could not feel, hear, or taste anything but the bittersweet flavor of a forceful sexual peak. If this were the way she would end her dream, she would do so happily. Drowning in another girl's cum and a girl she was rather fond of, no less, was a dream concept she'd never really contemplated before, but found she liked immensely. She gave an aimless kick or two, before realizing she had no real direction to go, and decided this was as good a time as any for her to awaken from her cozy little fantasy. It would only take a moment or so for her consciousness to drift back to her body, all she had to do was-

Luna shrieked, tumbling forward with a hot little buttery splash of Twilight's climax onto a damp patch of wetness soaking the bed. She coughed and wheezed, gasping for air and choking on the cum that nearly drowned her, doing her best to hold herself up on shaky arms. When that didn't work, she managed to roll over onto her back and drew in lungfuls of heedy oxygen regardless of Twilight's scent still lingering in her nostrils. Above her, Twilight was grinning, her beautiful visage peering down at Luna with a smug little grin of satisfaction twisting at her lips.

"Good evening princess," she said quietly. Luna lifted an arm and waved it best she could at Twilight, too exhausted to properly greet the looming behemoth over her. Twilight leaned down a little and Luna felt a gentle blush beginning to creep over her cheeks. Twilight was examining her. Eyeing the princess and the way she'd been soaked to the bone in cum. Washed away and drowned in it, drenched to the point where it would stain the blackest parts of her fur for weeks. Twilight's grin widened.

"How are you? Enjoy that?" Twilight chuckled. Regardless of the dream, Luna found herself blushing furthermore, and idly waved a hand in Twilight's direction. She'd fade back to reality when she caught her breath and Twilight would be none the wiser. Luna would manipulate events to keep her from remembering she'd caught a tiny princess exploring her enormous cunt and that would be that. It was why she did not bat an eye when Twilight's gaze flickered across her naked body, her royal secrets and treasures bare to the towering girl. Not that Luna could have tried to hide anyway.

"I never expected to see you here! Usually I dream about class, or doing homework and cleaning the library, this was a surprise," Twilight explained. Her grin even larger now. Luna sat up abruptly. Wait. What?

"W-what did you say?" She asked. Twilight rolled her eyes and reached down, grasping the princess gently and lifting her up to eye over her naked form again. Luna suddenly felt very, very exposed.

"My dream. This dream. The one we're in now," Twilight explained, stopping Luna's heart cold in her chest. Impossible. That was impossible! Yet, somehow, Twilight knew. Twilight was fully aware of what had just happened. Had she done that on purpose? Masturbate knowing the princess was lodged inside her pussy? Had she drenched her in that torrent of honey deliberately?!

"Did you know, the library has an extensive collection on books about lucid dreaming? That's a very special type of dream, where the participant of the dream, I.E. me, is aware they're dreaming?! Isn't that interesting? Oh, silly me, I suppose you would know allllll about that, wouldn't you?" Twilight asked, her grin growing dangerously wide. Luna squirmed sheepishly on her platform of the titan's palm and forced a nervous smile.

"I...T-this was simply...t-there's a good r-reason that..." Luna sputtered. What was she supposed to say? What could she do to keep Twilight from crushing her if she so chose? The massive girl was impossibly powerful in the dream world, and Luna, in all of her foresight, had not stopped to think what might happen if Twilight got wise to the situation. Or if Twilight realized that when Luna had shrunk herself down, she'd shrunken her powers, as well. Twilight literally had her in the palm of her hand and she could do anything she wanted. Anything at all. And Luna was complete and totally naked, and powerless to object. The princess trembled, doing her best to ignore the new flash of arousal she felt racing through her.

"You know what I think? I think we should see what Celestia has to say about this, hmm? Wouldn't you like to hear her input on the situation?" Twilight asked, standing up from the bed and meandering over towards her dresser. Luna squirmed in the girl's grip, but Twilight held tightly. No. There was no way Luna could fight Twilight's strength and the idea made her quiver. Twilight clenched her fingers around Luna's minuscule frame, and drew her massive thumb up and underneath Luna in her grip. The result had the ball of Twilight's finger grinding gently around Luna's plump behind, a sensation that was not lost upon the princess of the evening. She squirmed and shuddered, while Twilight began to fetch clothing. A pair of panties. Light blue ones and cupped her curves like the hands of an amorous lover.

Slowly, Twilight reached down and casually tugged the front of the material out. Just enough space for Luna to see down at the thick purple forest Twilight offered.

"I'll make you a deal. If you can make me orgasm before I get to the castle, we won't have to talk to Celestia, and I miiiiight forget this dream ever happened? Sound like a plan?" Twilight chuckled. It was impossible to miss the excitement in Luna's eyes when the words reached her tiny ears and it dawned on her the game Twilight wanted to play. Cheeky thing. Still though, Luna immediately nodded her head, and found herself descending down, down, down into the girl's panties, and the waistband snapped shut, sealing her in musky darkness.

Let the games begin.