Unrequited

Luna stood on her balcony, her delicate fingers pressing down into the cold stone balcony. Her cyan hues were locked onto the craterous pearl in the sky, the blanket of stars that surrounded it like small precious diamonds weaved into black silk. Her look was one of melancholy, her slight frown prompted by a longing, an unrequited affection from someone who did not even know they had her heart to begin with…

A brisk gust washed over her suddenly, the creeping chill of winter approaching. She should have worn something thicker to shield her from the chilly grasp of cold. It was almost the end of Autumn, winter was almost here but she still kept on her dress from early in the day. The dim blue gown she wore was a thin, silk ensemble, the flared skirt falling gracefully down her legs; skirting the floor. The dress was actually quite modest and humble as dresses went, the monarch unable to forego some image of chastity, even in the modern age. However. the reservedness of the garment was undone by how tight it clung to her attributes. Her large, voluptuous mammaries seemed to battle with the fabric, almost on the brink of breaking free of it. But her dress fought a two-front war with her breasts; her large, plump and squeezable ass on the other.

Forgetting the cold for a moment, her eyes fell from the sky and onto the cityscape below. Some homes still flickered with dim orange lights but otherwise, most of her subjects had been captured by sleep’s embrace. She would have joined them if not for a temptation which clung to her back. The realm of dreams and sleep was where she could get that which she truly desired. She welcomed her love to the castle with her sister, wearing the imitation of a cheery smile as she watched him walk arm in arm with his wife. They spend the better part of the day conversing, catching up on each other’s affairs and enjoying each other’s company. But Luna could not escape the weight of his presence on her heart, and she had to excuse herself partway into the afternoon. Now that night was here she was sure he was asleep, likely having forgotten the transgression. But… what else had he forgotten? That question became something she became obsessed with when he left her. Yet, at that moment, that question became secondary. If he was asleep, she knew that his bed wasn’t empty. He shared it, and she felt envy for the one who likely slept with her cheek pressed against his chest…

She pushed from the balcony, her expression pensive as she walked back into her chamber. Her wings twitched as she neared her bed, her jaw trembling as her hands fidgeted with her dress. Her horn glowed as she closed the balcony doors, moonlight fluttering in, illuminating her bed. Her hands shakily went up to the straps on her shoulders, pushing them down her arms and letting her dress fall from her body to a heap on the floor. Her naked seemed suited to soft white light, the mark on her rump now exposed. Her large breasts were heavy and capped with dark blue nipples, her natural gait emphasising her blossoming hips and fat ass as she trailed over to her bed; climbing onto it and laying down, her eyes centred on the ceiling. She gave a breath, her large bosom rising up with her chest and when the breath was emptied from her lungs she shut her eyes, falling immediately into slumber…

When she opened her eyes once more, she was no longer staring at her ceiling. She was standing, still naked, in a void. All around her she saw floating lights, like stars, dancing around her with tempting twinkles. She walked forwards, the ground rippling beneath her feet as she scanned the somnambulist realm. There was no sense of depth here, the realm unending in all directions. If another entered this place, they would be driven mad by the lights, the incomprehensible size. But to Luna, this was like a second home to her, even if it lacked any homely attributes. It was cold, yet embracing, distant yet ever present and welcoming. Luna continued to walk. She didn’t know how long she travelled for, but it mattered not. What could feel like hours in the realm was but mere minutes in the real world. Her ears pricked at the sounds of passing stars, occasionally hearing laughter, whimsy and the occasional moan. They were dreams. To enter one it would require but a touch of her finger but for the moment, she searched for only one sleeper…

She found it. A dull star, a dreamless sleep, but she felt tugged towards the lazy dancer. With a flap of her wings, she floated with ease towards it, gravity-defying and holding out her arm. Eventually, her fingers grazed the floating star, and she felt herself be drawn in. Again, when her eyes opened once again she found herself in a bedroom. Not hers this time, however. It was smaller, but the architecture was familiar. White marble walls and plush purple carpet. She realised she was sitting, and her eyes instinctively darted to the bed. Two mounds, two sleepers. She took a breath and stood. She felt the softness of the floor against her hooves, grinding them down against it, feeling the fibres tickle her frogs. It felt real to her, indistinguishable from reality. As the dreamer was not experiencing a dream, he slept simply with the last image he had in his head. The room he slept in. She traipsed over to the bed. It was a needless measure, a dreamless sleeper did not wake without her prompting but she couldn’t help herself - nervous. She shouldn’t be here but here she was.

She stopped at the side of the bed, and indeed, she was prophetic in picturing how they slept. His wife was sleeping with her cheek pressed against his pec, smiling contentedly. She was jealous of that smile. She looked to her beloved, his face static with relaxation. His stark white coat standing out in the dim moonlit room. His muscled arms were wrapped protectively around his wife, a lover’s embrace and his strong broad chest rose gently with his breaths. Shining Armour. Luna swallowed back a pit in her throat. She would kick herself if she backed out now. She reached out. Not for the stallion, but for his wife. As soon as her fingers made contact, Luna blinked, and once more she was moved. She could hear a relaxed heartbeat and felt two strong arms coiled around her body. She let out a quivering breath. Luna now considered herself at the brink of no return. If she said nothing, she could still stop herself and return to her room…

“Shining,” she said gently with a voice that wasn’t her own.

The unicorn, a light sleeper, instantly blinked awake. He looked around him, confused, before looking down at the mare he held; wearing a tired smile. “Yes, Cadance?” he said with a yawn.

He was lucid now. Not awake but fully in control of his actions. She brought him into the dream now. “I…” she started, looking up at him. She may have had Cadance’s voice but it was her own words she spoke. She just had to say it to him, even if he had no clue who was behind it. “I love you.”

Shining appeared surprised, his eyes widening a moment before releasing a slight chuckle. “You woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me that?”

Luna pursed her lips, giving a slight frown. “Sorry, I-”

“Hey,” he interrupted softly, unwrapping an arm to tenderly cup her face; his thumb brushing softly down the side of her cheek. “I love you too.”

Even though the words were directed towards the pink body she wore, the words nonetheless still prompted elation within her very core, her cheeks pulling back into a bright smile. “I’ve always wanted to hear you say that.”

He looked bemused. “I tell you almost every day,” he continued in a low tone, before leaning towards her, his lips pressing against hers.

Luna was frozen as she felt her lover’s lips against her own. They were deceptively soft and cast Luna into a state of doubt. Maybe it was she who was dreaming. Regardless, her eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed the sensation, feeling Shining pull her closer and in turn deeper into the kiss. His tongue began to probe against her lips, and on instinct, she parted them as well as her teeth, and soon after their tongues were interlocked, wrestling together as passion consumed them both. Luna didn’t want to leave this feeling. She savoured it, the swapping of spittle and his masculine moans sounding from his gullet. Just like she felt herself get pulled into Cadance or the dream, she felt herself get pulled into the kiss. Metaphorically of course but also somewhat literally, as the stallion pulled her closer until her perky pink mounds were pushing against his chest and her supple form was weighing down on top of him.

Luna parted her thighs, straddling the unicorn’s stomach; the warmth of her pussy was felt against the stallion’s abs. She already felt herself grow wet just from the kiss itself and she couldn’t stop her hands from reaching up to cup the stallion’s face as she made out with him.

Shining, however, broke the kiss, moving away from her lips as he chuckled. “Well, somebody’s eager,” he quipped, glancing downwards before looking into the eyes of his wife. “You’re already wet. Is that why you actually woke me up? Because you were horny?”

Luna blushed, wearing a faux smile of innocence. “Maybe.”

He chuckled, giving a small shrug. “I’ve certainly been woken up for worse reasons,” he replied humorously, his hands running down his wife’s cheeks, her sides - an exhilarating chill running down her when she felt his digits brush against her rips - and they finally stopped at her ass, his fingers sinking into his spouse’s derriere. “Should I lead or-”

“I will,” Luna interrupted promptly.

He smirked. “You’re certainly eager tonight.”

“Sorry. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

He arched his brows. “Did you forget what we did in the carriage when coming over here?”

Luna chuckled anxiously, trying not to picture any fornication between the unicorn as his wife. “S-sometimes one time isn’t enough.”

“One time?” he said suavely, his fingers kneading into Luna’s rump.

The disguised princess wore a pursed-lip smile, wondering who had the most stamina between the two. “Shall we try and go for three?”

“That hasn’t happened since our honeymoon,” Shining replied, taken aback but smiling. “But I’m not one to turn down a challenge.”

Luna smiled as she established a rapport, clamping her thighs to his sides and rising up, the cover falling down her back as her bare naked form was exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. Her nipples were erect, her breasts full and heavy. Not as big as her real body of course, but she still took a moment to knead and squeeze them, erotically groping her mammaries to stoke the stallion’s lust. She looked over her shoulder, chewing her lip as she looked upon Shining’s pride for the first time. The organ was mouth-watering as it poked out from its dark grey sheath, the organ twitching as the broad tip twitched out from its hiding place. It didn’t take long for the bestial member to poke against her rump, the cock reaching up to his belly button by her estimations and she felt her cunt ache to embrace the girthy rod with her velveteen walls; to fill her womb to the brim with spunk from his apple-sized nuts.

“Faust…” she uttered under her breath, in awe.

“What was that honey?” Shining inquired.

“Nothing! Nothing…”

Luna raised her hips, a string of her nectar connecting his stomach to her pussy. Her puffy mare flower was soaking with juice, the scent of her own arousal fluttered into his nose and she quivered as she aligned her eager cunt over Shining’s throbbing masculinity. The organ throbbed so strongly that it almost looked like it was trying to reach out for her pussy; the obscene blunt ram squeezing out a bead of pre over its owner’s stomach. Luna lowered her hips until her moist twat had sandwiched his impressive girth between her plump rouge pink lips. Her clit began to wink as she ground her wet flower up and down Shining’s tool, both groaning as Luna passed over every bump on Shining’s meat. She could trace every prominent vein with nought but her trench if she wanted to, every savoury inch becoming saturated with the princess’ love juices; Shining’s penile secretions lending a deep rich musk to the room that clouded the monarch’s head with lust. Her gips continued their gyrations against his dick, her quivering hole getting closer and closer to swallowing the unflared cap of Shining’s fuck meat.

Luna reached back, unable to wait any longer as she wrapped a soft grip around her lover’s jizz cannon, angling it towards her eager cunt and dropping her hips down upon it. Shining released a loud groan when the tip of his slick cock was pushed into his wife’s vice-like hole, the walls already squeezing down upon his virile organ with a needy massage. Both her cunt and his tool were so slick and wet that it barely required any effort from Luna to push all the way down on Shining’s fuck stick. Every luxurious inch spread apart her tight walls until the tip of his dick kissed the entrance to her womb. She almost tutted. In her own body, she would have been able to go balls deep, a couple of inches unfortunately spared from the snug embrace of her slit. But she didn’t care that much. She had her beloved inside of her, even if it was only with his wife’s shape.

Without speaking she raised her hips, putting all the weight on her knees as she allowed a few inches of the stallion’s cock to leave her sopping pink trench. Her marehood left none of his cock unsqueezed whilst it was within her, but when all that remained within her clam was the tip, she slammed her hips back down towards his pelvis; throwing her head back to release a euphoric groan as her body quivered around the twitchy fuckstick, her hands relying on the unicorn’s chest for balance. She could feel him throb inside of her, his face locked into an expression of bliss as she raised her hips again to let them fall. She coaxed a moan from him, and that was all the encouragement she needed to keep going.

Her hips rocked back and forth, rising and falling with a steady increase in pace up and down Shining’s veiny fuck pole. The rock hard appendage rammed against the cervix, the entryway to her womb unyielding as his wife rode him with an unseen fervour; the wet slick noise of meat against meat overshadowed their moaning, the plap plap plap of an energetic fuck was a fitting song for the dream. A high pace obscene beat that Luna enjoyed sounding in her ears, even if she had a distaste for so-called ‘modern’ music. Shining appeared to be in a state of euphoric contentment, lying still with his hands on her hips as she rode him, his only movements being that of his twitching cock, his chest and mouth - unable to hold back his pleasured moans. She could feel him thicken, harden as his orgasm was no doubt near. Hers was too, yet she felt like she wouldn’t reach her peak, not quite, not with the image of his wife. She didn’t want Cadance to bring him to climax. To her, there was only one mare fit to…

Suddenly, in a seamless transformation, Luna threw her head back as the few inches of unhugged Armour cock was fully embraced to the hilt by her quivering twat. Her pussy was like a virgin in tightness, clamping like a vice around the stallionhood, her soft silken walls milking every inch of meat. Her added size and plump ass added resounding wet slaps to the room, her plush butt rippling with every downward slam - her large breasts jiggling with every pleasure chasing gyration.

“L-Luna!?” Shining exclaimed, to enthralled in pleasure to make her stop.

Luna didn’t reply vocally, choosing instead to only look at him, her tongue lolling out as she wore her rapture plainly on her face. Shining was forced to watch as the mare he pleasured was someone other than his wife. He knew that he was dreaming. He could make his hands squeeze her plump bottom. He knew he was lucid, so why did he make Cadance become Luna? The question was a heavy one, yet not even the complex thought was enough to take him out of his pleasure. She felt so much better, tighter and wetter, and he was pretty sure that Cadance had never ridden him like this before. Luna’s cunt was like a form-fitting sock, never before had he been able to bury his shaft entirely within someone. It made sense to him now. This was a dream, a fantasy. It was too perfect to be real. But why was Luna perfection to him? Again, he did not have long to ponder. He remained frozen as Luna approached him at his zenith, her hips continuing their assault on his pelvis before finally her plump lips connected with his own and he was drawn into a tender kiss.

Shining grimaced in pleasure as he came, and the mare on top of him shook with utter rapture as she felt his cock flare within her, spurting rope after rope of semen into her awaiting womb. The size of his pendulous sack wasn’t for show either, the large grey orbs flexing as they emptied themselves into her majesty. By the end, Luna felt full by his sheer volume, his potent seed dripping from her tight cunt and to the pubic mound at the base of his still twitching dick.

Luna broke the kiss as she rode her afterglow, placing her head to his chest. His heart was racing. Wearing a tired but sultry smile, she looked up at the unicorn, his eyes full of confusion. “Want to go for two?” she offered seductively, kegeling her moist sticky hole around the shaft embedded within her, wiggling her hiney...

“Hah!” With a sudden gasp, Shining awoke, rising from the bed, panting and covered in sweat. He pivoted off the bed, standing and allowing the sheet to fall from his naked body. He looked down, eyes wide. His impressive girth jutted out from his pelvis, softening and dribbling semen. A wet dream? He cringed, looking over his shoulder. Cadance was still sleeping soundly, although his half of the bed was now covered in distinct wet streaks, huffing out his nostrils to avoid inhaling the potent smell of his essence. Sighing, slightly annoyed, he sat back down on the bed, cradling his head in his hands.

The mess was one thing, the other was the vividness of his dream which he remembered with stark clarity. It was rare he dreamed at all, nevermind remembering them. He looked over his shoulder again. Cadance. He reached out, placed a hand on her hip, smiling when she did in the midst of slumber. “Just a one-off,” he told himself quietly, standing up once again. “I’ll forget about it by tomorrow,” he resolved, thinking idly out loud.

Next, he stepped from the bed, turning to look at it, one hand on his chin...

How would he clean up the mess without Cadance finding out?