Shining grinned at the sight of Luna approaching the bed. There was always something humorous about the sight of a monarch in pyjamas. They weren’t fancy. Just some old clothes he scrounged to give her. A pair of loose shorts that seemed always to droop on one side of her slim waist, his oversized shirt leaving absolutely everything to the imagination as it failed to hug any part of her effectively. Still, it beat having to wear only a bra and panties. He also doubted he could get used to the awkwardness of such an arrangement otherwise. She hopped on with him, sitting cross-legged and adjacent to him, hands on her ankles as she leaned forwards – eager.

“So,” she began, inching closer still, eyes twinkling with a curiousness he had grown familiar with, “what’s it like out there?”

Shining chuckled, giving a half shrug as he shook his hand in a middling gesture. “You know: same old, same old.”

“C’mooooon, surely you have something,” she moaned at him, wearing a petulant frown at the end of her raised muzzle – a sight Shining found adorable.

“One more day, Luna,” Shining informed, raising his hand and finger to accentuate this. “You can see the whole world for yourself tomorrow, so you don’t need me anymore.”

“But I like hearing you explain things...” Luna muttered as her frown deepened, looking off to the side, her expression tightening in thought before looking back to him; eyes glinting. “Then what about your day? I like hearing that too.”

“Same old, same old,” he replied, lips pulling back into a smirk.

“You’re telling me nothing happened worth talking about?” Luna inquired, disbelieving.

“That’s what happens when you live in a constant routine, things are… samey,” he offered. It wasn’t an excuse, a simple statement of fact. Although he knew Luna wouldn’t be satisfied with such an answer, which was clear to him already from the crossing of her arms.

“Then… what about other ponies?” he probed, her eyes glinting, hopeful. “Your sister sounds nice. Your mom, your dad. What about your friends?”

Shining’s cheeks took on a rosy hue. “Well, I don’t have much besides you nowadays in the ways of friends. Although...” he trailed off, cupping his chin in consideration, “there is one pony I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Oh?” Luna’s interest was sparked at the prospect like he knew it would. “Who is he?”

“She,” he corrected, a dreamy smile taking its place at the end of his muzzle, which had the odd reaction of making Luna’s falter. “She was my sister’s babysitter for a while. Coming to the castle every day to watch over you, I’ve run into her in the hall passing by her office in the embassy wing. Her name is Cadance. Haven’t quite worked up the nerve to say her name without ‘Princess’ yet to her face but there’s plenty of time for that.”

He felt like he shouldn’t have noticed, but he did. The more he spoke, even when his own expression became humoured, her cordial grin became more and more pained – visibly forced. He was struck with clarity. He was only just living out the moment, yet he felt something was wrong. Was he not supposed to see the hurt on her face?

“What… what’s she like?” she asked him, reservedly.

“She’s… she’s nice,” he answered, although he remembered himself saying more, and gushing. Wait. Remembered. Like a memory. A realisation struck him. “Luna?”

The princess blinked. “Yes?”

“Do you like me?” he asked, blunt and with wariness. A part of him cautiously clinging to the idea that his sense of deja vu was misplaced. “More than a friend, I mean.”

She recoiled, her mouth opening and closing as strangled choruses of chock escaped her throat – her blue cheeks now purple with a flush. “W-whatever gave y-you that idea?!” she stammered, lying not one of her primary skills.

He had no memory of this nor her reaction. He was dreaming. His brows met in the middle of his head. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Luna gulped, recomposing herself back to normalcy, reluctantly meeting the unicorn’s gaze. “The moment was never… right. Not when I’m a prisoner, even if my cage is gilded. I was going to wait until I was free. Truly free, to tell you.”

If this was a dream, he was essentially talking to himself right now. But still, was there anything to what she was saying? One there really only a day difference between a future with Cadance, and one with Luna? He frowned at the thought, directing his gaze to the side. “I see…”

“Could you...” Luna began, discontinuing partway.

Shining looked back at her, his curiosity piqued. “‘Could I’, what?”

“Could you… love me?” she asked.

The poignancy of her question surprised him in one regard. He wasn’t taken aback by it. He thought about it. Could he love her? Like he loved Cadance all those years. It was an all-encompassing question, applicable to the past and present. Whatever answer he gave to her was as much for his own benefit as it was hers. He took a breath, straightening his pack.“Yes. I can love you, Luna. In fact… I think I already do.”

The answer smacked the air from out of her lungs, her lips breaking apart into a wide beam that fanned a warmth in the unicorn’s chest. Even for a dream, the sincerity of Luna’s joy did not fail to provoke a genuine reaction from him. Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes, the purest and most sublime tier of happiness on her face – true rapture, if he had ever seen it. He then barely had time to react as she threw herself at him, reaching out just in time to catch her in his arms. He fell backwards as she nuzzled into the sanctity of his neck; her fingers latched to his broad shoulders, not ready to let go anytime soon. He rolled his eyes, reciprocating her show of affection by wrapping his arms around her back, pressing his cheek against the top of her powdery blue mane.

The embrace was quaint, comforting. It also grew a pittance of pride in his chest. There he was, dreaming lucid, yet the extent of his imagination was a hug. His lack of embarrassment about such a fact surprised him too. He could have drifted off right then and there if not for the fact he was already dreaming. What would do, he wondered. A dream with a dream? How ridiculous. Maybe he could ask Luna. She knows about dreams...

The alicorn pulled away after a while. Shining wondered where his subconscious was going to take him. However, when he met her eyes once again, there was something about them that seemed different than just a few moments ago. Same colour, same look, but somehow… older, familiar.

“Want me to prove my feelings?” she asked coyly, her fingers released his shoulders and moved down to his chest as she pushed herself upwards. He realised where she had straddled him. He could feel her heat permeate against his crotch.

“L-Luna?” he probed. He remembered this feeling of loss, confusion, the unsure of whether or not the mare before him was truly who she said she was.

“Who else?” she said, her words marked by a sly smile, uncharacteristically salacious of such a young mare.

He was at a loss for words, the vixen straddling him didn’t feel like a concoction of his mind. The present-day Luna, maybe, with her flared hips and large bouncing bosom. However, this version of the Princess, slender and short, cute and meek, filled with a distinct feeling of taboo. Those feelings quickly became inconsequential when she started to grind her crotch down into his, snuggling together their genitals in pleasurable friction, the unicorn wincing away from her sultry-eyed gaze. Her hands took to exploring him, her fingers strangely intimate and familiar. Shining raised his arms as she peeled his tatty shirt off his muscled torso, tossing it aside, her grin large and prurient as she did the same to her own oversized garment. She couldn’t have been more than an A-cup, her breasts barely filling out the bra she wore yet Shining couldn’t tear his eyes away. There was something encouraging about her look, enabling him to reach out and glide his hands with caring down her sides, stopping at her slim waist.

His erection began to pour from its home, inching its way towards the waistband of his undies. At the same time, he felt the slight wetness of her cross bleed through the thin material of his underwear, his nostrils picking of the dense aroma of their mixed arousals, just as it was in his prior dreams. As soon as his cock peeked from his boxers, her fingers were quick to coil around it. Despite how early into their relationship they were at this point, he noted the familiarity with which she gripped his pike – like a soldier gripping the hilt of a weapon for which they were acquainted.

“It gets bigger than this?” Luna asked innocently, his ‘weapon’ growing steadily in her delicate fingers.

“A bit,” he answered humbly, carnal magma coursing like a riptide into his veins, engorging his stallionhood in her nimble fingers.

As it grew, the alicorn stroked all the along his length until her thumb could no longer graze her index finger, chewing her lip as she simply watched it grow, her mouth forming an ‘O’ shape when it throbbed at its max-length – her awe making him twitch.

“It’s so big!” she remarked, wide-eyed and flushed.

Shining, more versed in the language of battle than that of the bedroom, simply grinned with pride at the princess’ ruttish attraction towards his organ. She then gripped it again – more tentatively this time, utilising both of her hands to properly grasp his meaty broadness. The twitch of it was enough to make her flinch but she was resolute in gripping his eager tubesteak thereafter, stroking up the vascular pipe with her thumbs pushing up against the urethra, forcing out a fat glob of his musky essence.

“I want this inside of me,” she made known, her voice laced with an authoritative edge as she locked eyes with the cock’s owner.

Shining could drown in her deep blue hues, her eyes betraying her years as he sensed her millennium-long need for a fat cock in her snatch. His grin had maintained itself, and instead of refusing the princess’ lusty needs – which was the sensible option – his fingers hooked around the sides of her panties, rolling them down to her touching knees. Uncovered, the full heat of her sodden cunny wrapped around his dick before even her pussy did, his shaft pulsing eagerly for her pristine slit. Unprompted by words, the palm of her hand made a touchdown on his spongy cocktip, her fingers softly gripping the ridge of flare as she raised her hips, angling the tip towards her winking pussy. His hands held onto his hips as she lowered herself, his jaw clenching as his dick made contact with her slit, his broad cap too wide to simply slide into her despite the amount of honey drooling from her hole. The sounds of her exertion were adorable sounding as she tried forcing her hips downwards, steadily applying more and more pressure until her legs trembled.

“Ahh!” They gasped in unison when she finally forced the first inch inside of her. The fat cock split her dark and puffy walls apart, the turgid fuckmeat soon swallowed inch by inch into the soaked trench between the princess’ clenched thighs. Shining had tunnelled into the princess’ hole in past dreams but this one was the most vivid by far, the vice-like tightness of her pink, velveteen walls causing him to tighten his grip around her slender waist; trying to resist the urge to slam her all the way down to his hilt. Luna climbed down his shaft at a measured pace, her sodden insides hugging and squeezing around his every inch as her expression of surprise gradually turned into one of ecstasy as the glob-spewing tip of the soldier’s member knocked against her cervix.

“I can feel every inch of you,” Luna spoke with a lolled tongue, her whorish visage in great contrast to the youthful face that wore it.

“Not every inch,” Shining corrected. His hilt was still bare to warm air of the room, forlorn for the snugness of Luna’s cunt.

Luna smirked with reddened cheeks. Similar to before, Shining felt her push down against him, less trepidation despite the pain that would probably follow. With a hiss through her gritted teeth and an arch from her back, she forced the flare into her womb, her foal box tightening around the girthy intruder as she buried Shining balls deep into her constricting canal. The sensation made Shining moan, throbbing inside her womb as his hands relocated to her ass, sinking his fingers into her plush rear as he waited eagerly for what came next.

Slowly, Luna’s hips climbed back up Shining’s vascular pike, the mare moaning at the sensation of his thick organ scraping her insides. However, she could not even wait until reaching the tip until she slammed back down to the base, baring only half of Shining’s meat before swallowing it whole once again. Thereafter, Luna established a sexual mantra, her rhythm fast, downright greedy for the cock already embedded within her as the sound of wet, slapping flesh resonated throughout the room. Shining had no complaints about her methodology, not that he was looking for them, knowing that his pelvis was more than strong enough to take the full assault of her eager slamming hips. His hands groped and squeezed her rump whilst she pleasured him, coyly hoping that the dream would continue long after his approaching climax so that he could run his elephantine shlong between the princess’ soft buns.

“I want to memorise every vein of your cock, Shining. I’ll ride it every single night until I do!” Her voice carried across her unfiltered rapture, her pussy lips squeezing tightly the prime hog penetrating her tight fuckhole.

It was difficult to deny such enthusiasm. His hands, which were still glued to her waist, became useful for leverage as he began to throw his hips up towards her – his teeth grit as a carnal explosion resonated in his chest. It was still a dream but the sensation of his heart punching against his ribcage didn’t feel real. The sound of wet flesh on flesh only increased in volume as Shining’s driven thrusting strengthened in intensity, a sudden fulmination of sex that coincided with Luna’s howl of ecstasy. In his stomach he felt a spring tightening, his balls sloshing with a newfound fullness as his cock thickened within her, pushing each plump vein to the surface as his orgasm rapidly approached.

“Do it! Fill my womb!” Her voice followed her increased clenching, her clinching marehood weeping with pleasured joy all over his crotch as her pleasure’s zenith rapidly approached.

He didn’t need telling. His nostrils flared as a beastly instinct flowered within him. Acquiring the momentum from somewhere – perhaps the dream itself – he threw his torso forwards, Luna only exhibiting a split-second of surprise before it resumed its pleasured rictus. Now, his larger body loomed over her as her nails dug into his back. He rammed his slab of glazed fuckmeat deep into her twat, far deeper than their previous position afforded them as his length thickened and his churning nuts smacked against her slowly reddening ass. His hands roamed her, harshly squeezing and groping any slight curve he could find. He didn’t care about kissing, focusing his eyes instead on her blushing countenance, absorbing her look of ecstasy as he continued to plunge his blunt bulb deep within her.

He didn’t want it to end, not showing any signs of stopping even as he let out a curt grunt. Within Luna velvet-soft cunt, his cock flared, his urethra spewing out rope after rope deep into the receptive wet pussy. She quivered beneath him, her climax coinciding as she threw her head back to scream out in wordless delight of the rock-like column of meat inside of her. However, Shining’s hips did not slow. The dribbling jizz that leaked from Luna’s hole only helped accelerate his movements, effectively removing friction. His cum seemed to flow endlessly, his flared cock ensuring that most of his creamy white gift remained inside of her, only escaping when the pressure forced out some of the warm gooey overslow.

“Yes, yes! You never keep going!” Luna exclaimed, her fingers digging into his skin; her legs wrapping around his lower back.

Shining’s hips slowed somewhat, his thrusting still persistent. “What?” he asked, no real commitment in his voice, still focused on the pleasure.

“In past dreams, you were one and done. I never knew you had so much endurance.

“Luna? Luna?” Shining’s hands stopped roaming her, coming up to grip her shoulders; the fires of his arousal quickly extinguished. “Are you…?”

Luna didn’t reply, her still quivering hole serving in contrast to her shocked expression. “I...”

“Past dreams? What do you mean? Luna? Luna!” Shining raised his voice.

Before Luna even replied, Shining blinked, and she was gone. Replaced by darkness and a familiar ceiling. He sat up in his panic, patting the bed before he even knew where he was. He heard Cadance groan in her sleep, his head turning just to see her turn over and away from him – still deep in slumber. His breathing was heavy, the realisation knocking the air out of his lungs as he pulled the covers off his legs and leapt out of bed. He was many things at that moment. He described himself as an adulterer, a liar, and a waste of air, fur and flesh. However, with the clenching of his fists, the tightening of his jaw under moonlight from the window, he was one thing above all: angry.

Author's Note

A revelation! I wonder how shining will act upon his discovery. ;)
2 more chapters left until the ending(s)
Yes, plural. :)