Unrequited

He stood in the middle of a void, a dark room with walls he couldn’t see, white light twinkled in static suspension in the air. The place felt both familiar and foreign to Shining, his brain denying his attempts to dispel any connection to the place. His hooves were also rooted down on some ocean that he couldn’t sink into, the ripples softly tickling the underside of them. Without thinking, he took an immediate step forward. When he felt his thigh brush against the other he immediately halted, looking from the myriad lights to his own body – stark white and bare naked, his large sheath and sack grazed by the tepid air of the mysterious realm. This had the effect of shocking him with lucidity, his hands shooting to cover his groin as he looked around frantically. His confusion quickly gave way to clarity, then anger, his hands detaching from his groin to clench at his sides.

“Luna!” he barked, wearing a scowl, looking around for her familiar frame. “I know this is you. What did I say?”

“Oh, you didn’t need to say anything.” The sultry voice surrounded from all around him, worming its way into his ears. “You did plenty.”

Shining clenched his jaw, still trying to look for her somewhere amongst the dark, speaking to her unseen form. “If you’re trying to guilt me, then-”

“Guilt? What do you have to feel guilty about?” She asked, sounding closer and closer, her voice almost coming to embrace him. “You couldn’t hold yourself back.”

Shining resisted a full-blown wince. The lack of any discernable coyness in her voice had the uncanny effect of driving a nail of compunction into his heart. “From what? Say it,” he beseeched, continuing to look around for her despite knowing the futility of such.

“From making love to me.” Her reply echoed out after a short pause, her omnipresent voice warm in its tone.

Despite that, Shining felt a chill travel up his spine, the cold of which doused his burning fury. Something about her reply, either it’s wording or awry content, scared him. He stopped searching for her, completely still, speaking after a pregnant bout of silence. “What?”

From the hugging dark, a pair of arms wrapped around his stomach from behind. The act surprised him into stillness, a pair of familiarly large breasts pressed into his back as he was embraced from behind. Soft lips brushed against his neck, the nimble fingers of the mare behind him brushing into his white coat, slowly inching low across his abdomen to his waist; her lips parting after a tense moment. “It was flattering. I thought you’d react a lot worse to the news. But you were unable to resist me after realising your true feelings.”

Her hands were trailing awful low for Shining, her fingers almost close enough to brush his sheath. His disbelief and shock had worn off enough for him to yank himself free of her hold, pivoting around to look upon her; taking a few cautious steps back. It was Luna, her naked body as visible as he was despite the low light. Her expression was devoid of hurt, or sadism, her small smile acting as a dam to the unfathomable amount of happiness filtering through it. Shining had no idea why her apparent joy terrified him, causing him to take a step back with every hip-swaying step she took towards him.

He raised his hands up instinctively, hoping he would stop her slow advance. “Luna, I know I can’t take back what I did to you.”

“All is forgiven, my love. Tempers were high, I know that, so I understand. But in truth: I forgave you the moment you were inside of me,” she assured, smiling both sweet and lustily in his direction.

Her sugar-coated smile did little to alleviate him. He was convinced of her forgiveness but she ascribed fault to the wrong thing, which did ample to increase his worry. “I… I forced myself upon you.”

“You mean rape?” she smirked with derision, shaking her head. “Call it what you want. But what I saw was a stallion with a huge and hard cock plunge balls deep into the mare he loves.”

The obscene description coupled with downplaying of his heinous act left him doubtful that the mare approaching him was actually Luna, yet the way she carried herself, the smile she wore, left him certain of the alicorn’s identity. Each stressed word made him cringe, trying to extinguish anything resembling arousal within him. “Are you mad?” He didn’t know what made the question fly so suddenly from his lips but he knew that he had to ask it regardless, meeting Luna’s blue eyes with a gaze of speculation.

“Mad? As in madly in love? Yes.” She grinned, coming to a stop, crossing her arms over the pair of fat pillows on her chest. “I have so much love for you within me, that one of me might now be enough.”

Then, without any indication, five other shapes approached him. He raised hands balled into clenched fists, scanning the shadows cautiously, ready to fight if need be, However, once the shapes formed themselves into something all too familiar, his hands reopened on reflex, unable to maintain his aggressive. “Celestia…” he muttered beneath his breath, even though they were anything but.

Five Lunas. All as buxom and beautiful and bare as the original. Unlike the sexy progenitor, they did not stop approaching him. Each one sported a grin, each possessing of unique subtlety to their countenance, the emotion that was emblazoned on each of their expressions was not hard to discern, however: longing. Even in the ever-expanding void they stood in, their combined lusts permeated in the air, striking Shining with an unwanted affliction. His blood started to boil again, although not with rage. When his sights fell between their legs, the insides of their thighs glistening clearly with their liquid lust, the scent of which forced its way into the ivory stallion’s nostrils.

Shining’s lips curled into a grimace as they neared, escape looking like an improbability as their encroaching circle shrank to a size where the Luna’s shoulders met. Their hands soon began to reach out, grabbing onto him – groping, molesting and roaming his nude body from all directions. He couldn’t see a way out without resorting to violence, which despite the situation, he still felt reluctant to do – either a symptom of still present guilt or because a part of him wanted things to proceed. One of the Luna’s groped his distended sack from between his thighs, her delicate fingers rolling his cum tanks between her eager feelers before squeezing the heaving pair, the sloshing churners receptive to her touch. That was just one of Luna's attentive hands. It was hard for him to pinpoint where on his body a hand wasn’t squeezing or groping in some fashion. His firm ass, his strong calves, broad shoulders and pecs were under assault by a gaggle of lusty mares. However, of the five, his eyes were focused on the Luna who stood in front of him. Her eyes silently plead for him, as did her body. With one hand, she made Shining look down on reflex, to where she spread her plump, leaking lips. The sight combined with the dense musk in the air kickstarted a part of his brain he tried to suppress. Her other hand put itself just above his crotch, her digits grazing just above his burdened sheath. Screwing up his expression, he tried to ignore what was happening, which consequently just exacerbated his condition. He could feel his sheath stretched apart as the bulbous cap of his member poured out from it. Already he could feel his rigid cock pulse, forcing out rivulets of his liquid musk to trickle from his pisshole. Try as he might, he could not slow the smouldering blood in his veins from pumping into his plump dick veins, the blood-filled highways pushed to the surface of his stallion meat, forcing his veiny cock to swell from the numerous Lunas and their lust-driven machinations.

He screwed his face into something even tighter once felt the soft fingers of the copy try to squeeze around his twitching tool, his girth forcing her fingers apart. The soft digits moved with an intimate familiarity up the vein-ridden skin of the shaft. They bumped over the plump circumference of his medial ring, squeeing at the halfway point of his member and stemming the flow of his pre, which forced the next throb of his cock to fire out a rope of his musky cock juice over the facsimile's slender stomach. It wasn’t long until he felt her moist tongue meet with his tip, the copy’s moan sounding out as a spurt of his pre landed on her extended muscle. Shining tried to ignore the pleasure of her swirling muscle, her dexterous tongue swirling itself around the tip, collecting every residue his dick squeezed from the blunt bulb. Despite the ecstasy of the sensation, he was able to keep his eyes shut, trying to hide his own bliss. However, not long after resolving to keep them shut, they opened in something of a reverse-flinch. More tongues joined the first, but not on his slab of cock meat...

He wore a mixture of revulsion and awe on his face. Looking down, before he even saw the adoring eyes of the Luna sloppily making out with his cock, he saw a Luna flicking her tongue over his nipple; moaning as she did so. The one to his immediate right also pushed her muzzle into his pit, deeply inhaling as she dragged under tongue over his masculine scent centre. Somewhere behind him, a tongue was moving over his fetlocks and hoof. And finally, the Luna who fondled his sack from behind flagged his tail to the side. He could barely seize up before the tip of her tongue forced its way inside of him, wiggling like a worm inside of his cavity, pushing against some unknown spot inside of him and causing his hips to buck against the front Luna's lips.

They were worshipping his body like an idol, moaning lewdly from their moistened mouths, debasing themselves to demonstrate their devotion. Shining could not deny his disgust, yet his member thickened to an even higher grade of rigidity as a result of their treatment. At the end of his blood-swollen appendage, the Luna that handled it smeared her face against the saliva and pre-covered tip, the next glob of his liquid musk drawing a glistening streak across her cheek. He noted that, similarly, the others nuzzled into the patches of spit they left. They looked euphoric as they did so, hoping for some of the male they consecrated with their fluids would rub off on them. The sheer taboo of seeing half of the Equestrian diarchy degrade themselves so – multiplied by five – was something only possible in the dream realm. The sheer depravity intensified his arousal, exacerbating the pleasure he was experiencing at both ends, however, he wasn’t entirely lost to his newfound pleasance.

He wrenched his eyes away from the kneeling Luna, looking up at the smug visage of the scene’s obscene director. She happily watched her copies service and humiliate themselves for his benefit with a chewed lip. Although her happiness went beyond a grin. One of her nimble hands was sent low, already knuckle deep in her soaked cunny, finger fucking her own sovereign twat at sexual vista she brought into fruition. Her other hand was pressing down into her immense bosom, tit flesh spilling through her parted fingers, her thumb and index tweaked her blue erect nipple. Shining winced at the moan she released. He paid close attention to her plunging digit, feeling a tinge of envy for it, desiring for his suckled-on cock to replace it… But how was he sure that desire was of his own thinking?

The persistent tongues and worship were to lull him, dull his sense of right and self-preservation – hiding his very real fears behind a false emotional wall of pleasure. Gritting his teeth, pulling his arms from the tender yet firm holds of the Lunas at his sides, he forced his leg to take a step forward out of range of the fervent tongue. The Luna focused on his cock added her hands alongside her oral service, squeezing into the fat, wrist-thick dick. She managed a few milking strokes, producing a tight sensation in Shining’s stomach as his pleasure rose to an even higher level. His large balls threatened to retreat into his body as they flexed, his heavy balls fully prepared to unleash a geyser of jizz only a dream orgasm could produce. So close, even the heavy exhales from her flared nostrils grazing the skin were enough to make him quiver where he stood. It required all of his will to stop his hands from gripping the sides of her head and forcing the entire length of his jawbreaker down her throat. He knew she was fully capable of taking it all within the dream, just as she had done prior, which his libido fought tooth and nail to get him to do.

“No! Get off me!” Shining seethed through his teeth. He shoved on her face, forcing her suckling lips off the tip of his dick and stepping over her fallen form; the moist tongue wiggling in his backside slipping from his wrinkled hole.

He marched away with a quickened pace from the five Lunas. Looking back over his tensed shoulder he saw they wore mournful expressions, reaching out for him as the space between them increased. He settled a firm glare on Luna, the real Luna, ahead of him; the intimidation of which was offset by the pulsing organ throbbing from his hip.

“Luna! Stop this. Now!” he demanded, the volume of his voice intensified by the otherwise silent realm. “This isn’t right. This isn’t what love is!”

His words apparently fell upon deaf ears. Luna slid her nectar covered finger from her snatch, shivering with delight as she did so. She brought it up to her smiling mouth, the shiny and wet digit popping past her lips in a shamelessly salacious display. Shining growled, regarding it as a taunt, even if his twitching rod perceived it to be an invitation. He picked up his pace, his march transforming into a proverbial gallop as his soldier’s legs worked on shrinking the space between them. As he moved towards her he realised he wasn’t getting any closer. She remained still, yet the gap between them both grew despite his speed.

Discerning the phenomena to be one of Luna’s tricks, Shining skidded to a halt, even as her body continued to move away from him before eventually vanishing beyond the edge of his vision and into the void. Looking back he no longer saw the gaggle of Lunas, and he appeared to be very much alone. He remained still where he stopped, his jaw tensed in waiting. His ears picked up the rushing of wind, of something heading towards him. He scanned around him, looking around and even above. But it was the one direction he didn’t check that caught him off guard. From under his hooves, a carpeted floor was pushed up against them. The force caused him to fall onto his rump, his eyes shooting upwards, caught the sight of a ceiling falling down to towards him. It stopped twelve feet away from him, hovering in the air until four walls appeared as a room constructed itself around him. In one of the walls was a window, moonlight shining through the glass and illuminating the new space he found himself in. It didn’t take more than a quick glance for him to recognise it, considering it was already so fresh in his memory. His eyes were drawn to the empty bed, which only moments ago in the waking world he occupied it alongside his wife. He frowned.

“Looks sad, doesn’t it?” A voice sounded suddenly from behind him, causing Shining to quickly turn to face its speaker. Luna, with a flat chest and smaller ass – he recognised the younger form of the alicorn right away, bare as it was in the moonlight. “Deprived of a purpose. If only there were two horny lovers to give it one.”

Shining scowled at her lewd expression, backing away from her slow advance. Her hands were behind her back, her nakedness combined with his still present erection made it very hard to ignore the former. Still, he managed to summon some residue of resolve, hardening his expression. “I won’t betray her.”

She rolled her eyes, smiling with a slightly irked playfulness as she continued her meandering advance towards him. “Oh, Shining. But you already have.”

Shining cringed, coming to a sudden stop. She halted as well, her gaze still on him. He eventually spoke after a moment of consideration, lightly shaking his head, “And I’ll spend all the time I have left on this world paying penance for it.”

“Or you could spend it with me instead,” she offered, her arms opening wide, offering herself. Her smile was a spit in the face of the stallion’s guilt.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I can be anything you want me to be, Shining. Anything.”

Shining backed from her like before, although now, his eyes were widened in both horror and awe. As Luna plodded towards him, moans erupted from her throat, her steps staggering as her hands flew to her breasts; squeezing her small mounds as they swelled against her nimble digits. Her bustline inflated by the second before Shining’s very eyes. Although his face wore an expression of aghast, his cock evidently approved of the sight, thickening back to a near-painful hardness as a glob of pre dripped to the floor. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the obscene spectacle, his focus diverted between her growing breasts to her widening hips and thickening thighs. Whatever was happening to her, she was experiencing a rapture that Shining couldn’t even fathom. Her cheeks burned a shameless shade of red as a splattering of juices made a mess between her swelling thighs. Soon, even from the front, her fat ass became visible, which combined with the sway her shoulder-wide hips provided, created a mouthwatering jiggle with every step. Shining’s hooves stopped their backwards advance when she also stopped moving, her tongue lolled from her maw as her body quivered under the cascade of an immense orgasm. By this point it took all of Shining’s will to not pump his rigid cock at the sight, her body so ridiculously lewd that it would produce a blush from even the most salacious pony in Equestria – if she wasn’t already standing before him.

Within minutes her petite, younger body had become a scandalous idol to fertility, with massive arm spanning hips and head-sized tits she could barely hold aloft in her comparatively small hands. Her fingers sank into the tit flesh that spilt between them, passionately groping her enlarged bosom with carnal glee. Her pussy juices dripped on the carpet, her arousal clearly reaching some sort of peak. If Shining didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed she had forgotten about him, too lost in her own ecstasy to care. However, she regained her composure, her hands draping back down to her sides as she resumed her approach – Shining too taken aback by the transformation to move.

“What thoughts are going through your mind I wonder?” Luna pondered aloud with a smirk, her hands coming back up to squeeze her impressive breasts, her erect nipples poking through the space between her fingers. “Probably something to do with these, if I had to guess.”

Shining was silent, afraid that his lips would speak the honest answer. She stopped just before him, his eyes trying their hardest to not glance down at her humongous cow udders and remain looking deep into her irises. His hands shook at his sides, knowing how easy it would be to reach forward and squeeze her enlarged pillows but he didn’t want to play directly into her hands. Her smile, its impish persistence, hid behind it more than just a plan to provoke temptation. Keeping her eyes locked with his, Luna gradually lowered downwards, her expanded tits brushing against the leaky bulb of Shining’s shaft; the stallion in question wincing as a jolt of pleasure shot up the length of his cock. He wasn’t going to succumb, he promised himself that, even as she pulled her head-sized pillows apart, her smile taking a turn for the manic as the same idea popped into both of their heads.

With a fleshly slap, both of Luna’s huge tits clapped around Shining’s cock; enveloping all of his dickmeat with exception to the pulsing cocktip, its owner hissing aloud with immense pleasure as a fat glob of his essence dripped on to the junction of her breasts. “This is what you want, right? To feel my big tits wrapped around your fat bitch breaker.”

Shining swallowed, remaining still. Her hands squeezed into her tits, making the dick sandwiched between them even more snug as she began to move them up and down Shining’s thick, twitching cock. Shining wasn’t quite sure what he was doing any more, staring down passively at the alicorn as she pleasured him with her fat, squishy tits. He neither encouraged nor denied her machinations, his reaction compounding her desire to please him as she moved her tits back and forth up the length of his vein-ridden rigidity. The sound of hollow slaps echoed out as her breasts met with his hips, his pulsing cock-squeezing out bead after bead of his liquid musk between her bosom, hastening her movements to a skilful flurry.

He failed to suppress a moan from his throat, the vocalisation causing an explosion of guilt in his gut. His cum heavy balls rose and fell within their sagging sack, hoping that this would be the time they could unleash their churning white quartz over the alicorn’s eager expression. He didn’t know if he would be able to deny them again, especially when on the receiving end of such ecstasy. He forced his eyes open, the lewd smacks and Luna’s moans all served to push him even closer to the edge. The tips of her nipples brushed his thighs, and every time the bulb of his dick emerged from her hugging breasts, she would deliver a sloppy kiss to the bulb. He felt a tidal wave of desire and wants assault him from all angles. His hands, were they not kept to his sides, wanted to grip the back of her head and force the kisses she made into a make-out session before excavating her throat with his tool. The longer he watched the duller his senses became, his focus moved further and further to his own bliss. How would she react to having her nipples tugged? How long could she have her throat clogged with his swabbing cock? Many thoughts wormed their way into his head, and the longer he watched her scrub his turgid flesh with her breasts, the more tempted he was to obey them. But that’s what stuck out to him. Obey. They were the suggestions of Luna, the result of her influences. She was the one nudging him to the cliff’s edge, both in body and mind.

He would not plummet off.

Just as she parted her plump lips, her tongue falling out past them. She leaned towards his eager tip, ready to envelop his flare and suckle out the white gold from his vascular pipe. He snatched a handful of her mane, forcing her head away as he yanked his hips back, freeing his cock of her tit’s embrace. He released her and staggered backwards, groaning in frustration, fighting his cock’s urge to thrust back between her fat milk bags.

Meeting her eyes once again, he quickly saw that she wasn’t in the slightest bit happy from this rejection. Her features sharpened, edges appearing on her countenance as she slowly rose back to her hooves. Shining’s eyes were pulled from her as the ceiling and walls pulled away, deconstructing themselves to reveal the void once more. By the time he settled back on her, the curves accentuated deflated back to their normal proportions as she took back on the form of her ordinary self. Her gaze was imperious, stern; Shining had never been on the receiving end of such hardness from the monarch before now.

She scowled, sniffling before she muttered a response, “Why won’t you let me love you?”

The question came just as the floor disappeared out from beneath him. With its vanishing, Shining barely had a moment to release a surprised utterance before plummeting into the formless depths below. The final thing Shining saw before darkness consumed him was Luna’s pointed glare, the mare frozen in mid-air moving further and further from view until she was far beyond his line of sight. The fall condensed eternity into a few seconds, the shapeless ground slamming painlessly into his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. He could barely prop himself up before a hoof forced his chest back down to the inky black ground.

“What do I have to do, Shining?” The question sounded from all around rather than her lips, which were instead put to use in adding an extra degree of harshness to the scowl she wore. However, her harsh expression could not hide the growing dew at the corners of her eyes, tears threatening to pour from the ducts.

“Luna… stop this,” he advised, administering a tactful amount of gentleness in his tone. “This isn’t you.”

Her jaw trembled at the sound of his voice, her eyes squeezing shut to try to stop the falling of tears from her eyes. She turned from him, taking the pressure off his chest and stepping back into the darkness, disappearing once more. Shining promptly rose from the ground, looking for the alicorn, a sprinkling of concern on his face. However, a light soon shone from above, sparking alive like a bulb. Shining winced at the sudden brightness but it was soon joined by more, creating a trail of light leading to more nothingness. Warily, Shining began to follow the trail of lights, his eyes on alert for any apparitions.

“Do I have to cater to some unknown perversion?” Her voice sounded out again from no specific origin, her voice coinciding with another birth of light emanating from somewhere above to side of the path Shining walked.

A red box was illuminated from the newfound source. It was a simple construction with one glass pane substituting one of its walls, enabling Shining to look inside. It was a display of sorts and Shining’s eyes widened at what was contained within.

Luna. As buxom and voluptuous as she always was. However, both of her hands were lewdly wrapped around a foot long python, dark blue and mottled with black spots, throbbing and leaking a profuse mess of precum down to a small puddle on the ground. Below the meaty, vein covered cock were a pair of apple-sized balls, visible heaving in their sagging sack with painfully full loads. What alarmed Shining about the image was that all he saw was attached to Luna. Her balls rested atop her squeezed thighs whilst her dainty feminine hands stroke the contrastingly masculine and twitching organ with a blush and smile.

“Want me to warp your insides?” she asked gleefully from behind the glass, biting her lower lip as a fat glob of pre squeezed from the tip of her mammoth cock.

Shining hurried away down the path with tinged cheeks. He barely made it a few steps before another light clicked on from his side. Curiosity stopped his hooves, his eyes landing on a box similar to the last. Although rather than a cock sporting Luna, it was occupied by a Luna in a predicament of some sort. From the ceiling, a series of red ropes had constricted themselves tightly around Luna’s limbs and torso. Her eyes were hidden beneath blinders, her mane cut to disrespectful shortness and her mouth stretched painfully wide by a girthy black gag, her nostrils flared to desperately take in air. Shining almost flinched when his eyes landed on her throat, where he could see the outline of something fat and cylindrical in her gullet. Clearly the gag wasn’t just a ‘gag’ and a morbid curiosity kept Shining rooted in place. Other than her limbs, thin ropes crisscrossed over chest and stomach like a fishnet, pinching into her torso. Obscenely, her tits were tightly constricted to redness, her erect nipples squeezed by a pair of large clamps. She looked to be in pain, although from behind her gag, a muffled groan sounded out. Shining’s eyes flicked downward to see her legs forcibly spread with a bar, ensuring the mare couldn’t hide her shame. Lodged deeply into her sodden and red cunt and wrinkled ponut was a pair of thick, vibrating sex toys. Although to Shining her appearance was new, he couldn’t imagine how long this iteration of Luna had actually been suspended, numb to the pleasure forced upon her.

He proceeded onwards, leaving the suspended Luna behind him. “Where are you, Luna? The real you?” he called out to her, following the lights.

“Any me can be the real me, Shining. Whatever I must do to belong to you,” she answered, just as another light shone from above off the path.

Shining stopped once more to look. Another box, smaller than the previous ones. Inside, clad in a dainty sundress was a young mare kicking her innocently hooves at the edge of a chair. She mustn't have been that much older than Flurry, and Shining found himself grimacing at the implication as she waved at him. He hurried on. Another light. Bigger box. A Luna, at least three heads larger than Shining stood posing inside, naked and posing like a superhero. Her hands were firmly placed on her slim hips, her gaze looking down at the stallion with a permeating air of superiority. Her body was covered in muscle, chiselled from blue stone. Her abs, thighs and biceps glistened with oil or sweat, and after a moment of staring, he saw her cheek pull back into a suggestive leer. He felt a phantom ache in his hips as he forced himself to carry on. Another light shone down and he almost didn’t bother to look until he heard something bang against the glass. In the new box, he saw a pussy spreading itself against the glass, the bright pink and winking clit of a desperate cunt. Shining cocked a brow at the sight, meeting a fanatic Luna’s gaze as she looked back over her shoulder at him. Her mouth was open, panting and steamy, her mane and coat messy and unkempt. Even through glass, Shining thought he could smell her, the musk and sweat of a feral mare in heat, pleading silently for she didn’t know any words for him to take part in some primitive mating act. Shining gulped and kept moving, not allowing himself to fall to the temptation of her sexual fanaticism.

“What do I have to do, Shining?” she asked, melancholic.

Another light shone down. Compared to the last the sight was rather tame but no less obscene. Her smile was tender and warm. Her stomach was swollen, and Shining recognised it to be the belly of a heavily pregnant mare. Her tits were swollen from the hormones, and from the caps of her pillowy peaks, beads of milk were produced from her nipples. The sight filled Shining with a sad nostalgia. His hooves carried him on. Another light, another display. He gazed inside. There wasn’t a form like the priors, instead, a wisp of purple cloud hovered against the glass. Shining was halted by the peculiar display. However, he flinched when a black hand emerged and slammed its palm against the glass. Within an instant, the cloud formed itself into a buxom body. Slightly taller than Shining, his face hardened at the familiar mare behind the glass, almost reaching for a sword on that wasn’t there on his reflexes. Feminine and undeniably beautiful, the buxom form was naked with exception of a silver helm, with bright cyan eyes peering at him through the glass. Her hips were wide, her stomach flat and her tits larger than Luna’s – each capped with a succulent grape-purple nipple. The starry translucence that was her mane hovered ethereally in the air, long and mesmerising.

Nightmare Moon.

“What do you think, Shiny?” asked Nightmare through the glass, smiling flirtatiously as her other hand went down low between her spread legs, burying her finger knuckle in her moist black snatch. “Want some evil horse pussy?”

Shining stared long, hard and silent at the villainous mare. She continued to smile, her fangs on display as she did so, predatory and alluring all the same. He looked away from her, down the hallway of lights. It became clear to him then that Luna would keep at this forever if she could, finding the most desirable form for Shining she could, even at her own expense. There was no end to the hallway, to the displays. He turned from Nightmare, wearing a frown.

“Luna, I’ve seen enough. I won’t take another step, not until you show yourself,” he informed her, firm in tone but not harsh, knowing she could hear him no matter his volume.

“Shining…” Came a whimpering voice.

The lights and displays that flanked either side of the path flickered off, the various Lunas that made up the sexual depository disappearing with their subsidence. The light behind him followed suit, as did the ones ahead of him, all except one.

He saw her there, suddenly, in the last light. She was on the ground, her head buried against her knees. He approached slowly, wondering if this was an illusion of some sort. However, the quiet sobs that sounded from her direction dismissed that suspicion. As he neared, all the emotions from before arose within him like a fountain. But not one of those emotions gave him a clear cut answer on how to solve the predicament sitting down just a few feet away from him. He hated her. He loved her. She disgusted him in ways no other had been able to replicate but she had touched him on a level no other had been able to. She awoke within him such intense feelings that he didn’t know which one to act on. Hate, love, regret. Even apathy made itself known to him through their culmination but he knew that was simply one option. It was up to him what decision he made, only him. Trouble was: Which one?

He stopped at the edge of the light, only advancing towards her once his decision was made...