Dream a Not-So-Little Dream (Updated 12/9)
Author's Note
Okay, so remember in my A/N in Chapter 1 where I said the first two chapters would be story-centric? They were supposed to be, then this happened. To be fair, it's a little bit of both plot and plot. Hope you all enjoy, and do let me know of anything that can be improved upon!
Also, Note: Added some more bits, took out some bits, and I think it's better for it. Let me know what you think!
Dream a Not-So-Little Dream (Updated 12/9)
Between Celestial Cheeks
Chapter 2
Dream a Not-So-Little Dream
Matt didn’t know where he was when he opened his eyes. All around him there was… nothing. Well, he was breathing, so there was definitely air. And gray. Lots and lots of gray.
Besides that, though? Definitely nothing. Oh, and the lights. Those are a thing, a very welcome thing, even if they are far away. Your eyes aren’t bursting open, so can’t be in space. Do people’s eyes burst open in space? They did in lots of movies, didn’t look like a very fun way to go. Still, that’s just movies, not much grounding in reality there.
Okay then, if not space, then where?
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It’s a new place, someplace no one has ever been! You’re not bored!
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Okay, yeah, you’re bored.
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And naked.
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So what now?
The answer came in the form of the sound of someone, probably female by the sound of it, clearing their throat behind him in a way that, while obviously meant to be gentle, reverberated around Matt. He never thought that someone could make the simple act of clearing their throat sound powerful, but who or whatever was behind him managed to make the sound of it travel straight through his bones. He considered taking off in a dead sprint, or at least whatever form of locomotion he could manage away from whatever was behind him in a place with no floors, but he cast the idea aside almost as soon as it entered his mind; he felt that sound in his very bones. Whatever was behind him and probably waiting for him to turn around could likely catch him with little effort.
Might as well humor it… them… I dunno, let’s find out, Matt thought to himself as he slowly, and with more than a bit of apprehension, turned around to face whatever was behind him.
He expected to see almost anything as he finished turning around. A gigantic Princess Celestia her full regalia and splendor was not one of them.
So I’m dreaming, then, he deduced. Sparing a glance down at his nude form, he looked back up. At least I’m not also giving a presentation for some class I’ve never been to. Matt put a hand to his chin. Am I lucid dreaming, then? Can I will some underwear into existence? A moment’s concentration and Matt looked down at his still very exposed unmentionables. Apparently not. So I’m stuck naked in front of royalty. Right, then! Plan B, he thought to himself as he brought one hand down to cover himself and briefly ran his other hand through the stiff, short brown hair atop his head before increasing his coverage; the feeling of his hair being as still as bristles tended to have a calming effect on him.
Still, he wouldn’t complain about the sight before him. Celestia was lounging before him, lying with her back facing him while she looked over her shoulder at him. He just stood there for a moment, taking all of her in, and with him coming up to maybe just below her fetlock if she was standing up, there was a lot to take in. His gaze travelled up to her face and his heart skipped a beat at her gentle purple eyes looking down at him; even now, when they dwarfed his entire body by what had to be half a body length they spoke of warmth and kindness so deep he felt he could practically drown in them. He had seen that small yet caring smile on Celestia’s face so many times in the show, and yet being in the presence of that same smile made it feel like it was just for him, and the thought of it made his heart flutter in his chest. He absentmindedly thought of something he had heard one time, about how a pony’s snout was soft like velvet, and he briefly wondered if he would get to test that claim firsthand as she nuzzled his tiny body against her muzzle. Oh, and her mane, Matt swore he could lose hours of his life just staring into the undulating, ever-shifting colors that played across it! He would have been happy with just the sight before him alone if it weren’t for movement at the lower edge of his vision drawing his attention back down. His gaze travelled back down across her radiant, pure white expanse of her coat to the source of the movement that wrested his attention away from her face. Celestia’s tail was moving back and forth ever so slightly, drawing his eyes down to her flanks where her cutie marks, the iconic stylized suns, swayed to the left and right in time with her tail and gently buffeted him with a feather-light breeze with each stroke. It was only then, when his attention was fully drawn towards her flanks, that she brought her tail completely to her right side.
Do I need to breathe? I hope not, because I really can’t right now…
He loved all of Princess Celestia, but the view before him had him transfixed. With no tail obstructing it, the sight of her rump was mesmerizing. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roving over Celestia’s butt; with the way that she lidded her eyes and that her smile deepened as he looked on, she was practically inviting him to do so! “Plump” was a good word to describe the massive butt cheeks lying before him. They were so smooth, so round, save for where they pancaked slightly where they met the ground.
I did not think it was possible to envy ground.
Oh, how Matt had fantasized about those cheeks, about being so small that even a single one could absolutely envelop him in its softness and warmth as Celestia knowingly used his tiny body as a little extra padding to her throne cushion during Day Court, the fact that she was sitting on a tiny human being enough to make her smile just a little bit more radiant that day. A familiar stirring in his loins made him look down. It seemed that, yes, he could in fact get hard in a dream.
Matt shook his head to clear the tantalizing images beginning to flit through his mind; there were far more enticing thoughts to make room for. As lovely as Celestia’s cheeks were, there was one other aspect of Celestia’s rump that he adored; the tight, welcoming space between those monumental cheeks that was Celestia’s irresistible butt crack. As pleasurable as it would be to be buried beneath one of Celestia’s massive cheeks, to be pressed in on all sides by both of them would be heavenly. His fantasies about being sat on by Celestia invariably flowed into this one, one where he was completely surrounded by the softness and warmth of her cheeks on either side of him, where he was made to practically marinate in her scent to the point where it was all but indelible so that anypony who came near him knew exactly whom he belonged to.
What he saw before him was pure perfection. Then Celestia started to move. On the surface, had he been at what was theorized to be a normal human’s height i.e. level with or slightly below head level with the Princess, the simple act of Celestia angling her hind legs inward wouldn’t have even registered. Now, though, at his current height, where this alabaster mare absolutely towered over him? Matt was given a front row seat to the sight of her massive cheeks parting, the enticing space between them widening and granting him a view deeper within.
I stand corrected. This is perfection.
A brief yet powerful gust of wind brought his attention back up to Celestia’s face, only to realized that she had just snorted at him. The slightly inviting look that she was giving him before was gone, in its place a look of such intensity that it was as if she had peeled away the layers of his being and was looking directly at his soul. Was he being tested? Did he fail? His hands, which had dropped down to his sides as he started ogling Princess Celestia, shot back up to cover himself. Had she seen his fantasies and been repulsed? The thought of offending Princess Celestia, even if she was just a dream, sent a spike of both worry and guilt through Matt’s gut and he immediately, to his relief, felt himself beginning to soften. The intensity in Celestia’s eyes vanished almost immediately as her eyes widened in surprise. It was short-lived, however, as her gaze shifted to something softer. The gentle smile she was sporting back when he first noticed her had returned, albeit a bit wider than before. Was she pleased? Matt tentatively took a step forward, hoping that the answer to the question was “yes”.
Her answer, as it was with the entirety of their communication between each other since this whole thing began, did not come in the form of words; words wouldn’t have been enough to convey what she was saying purely through her facial expressions. Still wearing that same pleased, gentle expression, Celestia looked down at her own rump before coming back to look at him. He could see the look on her face changing as she looked back at him, her eyes lidding themselves again and leveling at him a smoldering look of such intensity that, combined with now seductive smirk on her lips, was akin to an actual, physical force tugging at him to lose himself in the cleft between her cheeks. Then, with one single motion, she simply beckoned him to her with her head.
What else could he do but accept?
Matt was completely transfixed on the glorious sight before him as he began walking, but always keeping an eye on Celestia’s face to look for any further signs of displeasure. Fortunately there was no such change on her distant face; if anything her smile seemed to widen as he closed the distance between him and her, her tail also beginning to flick up at regular intervals and causing her ample cheeks to jiggle slightly with each twitch of the astral appendage. Even that, though, was nothing compared to the smell; every flick of her tail wafted a heady, musky smell out from the depths between her ample cheeks and over his tiny form.
He was pretty sure he was hard again. He also didn’t care enough to check or keep himself covered. With each step he took, Celestia’s rump loomed larger and larger, threatening to overtake his entire world. He briefly spared a glance at her tail as he walked beneath it, and what he saw forced him to stop. So it’s not made of the ether, he noted, picking out the individual strands of hair. The colors are shifting on each individual strand! He shook himself from his reverie and continued on. By the time he was close enough to touch the amazingly plump cheeks, to feel the warmth radiating off of them, he couldn’t even see Celestia’s face beyond the curvature of her ass.
His senses, already heightened at the prospect of what Celestia was inviting him to do, sprang into overdrive with him being as close as he was to the Princess’ titanic tush. The musky smell from before that had constantly teased his nose throughout his entire short journey to the twin white cliffs that were Celestia’s cheeks was so much stronger now that he was closer. He was no longer simply smelling it; he could actually taste it. Celestia’s scent, his mind helpfully supplied. You’re going to practically be bathing in it. Without any conscious effort on her part, her body is going to mark you as hers. The butt before him was a treat for his eyes even when he was further away, but now that he was closer, he could see every rhythmic shift as the cheeks shifted forward a few inches, close enough that they were almost touching him instead of the other way around, before retreating back those same few inches, almost as if Celestia was taunting him with her ass. No, Matt realized as the distant sound of bellows reached his ears, each intake of air coinciding perfectly with Celestia’s heavenly rear advancing upon him and every release slightly preceding said rear’s retreat. She’s doesn’t need to tempt me any further and she knows it; she’s just breathing. Listen to her. Look at her. Do you realize now how insignificant you are compared to her glory? Looking up, Matt had to admit that was true. Even if he got on the tips of his toes and reached as high as he could, he would maybe be able to reach halfway up to her dock resting above him.
He truly was nothing compared to her, less than an insect she could squash without even noticing it. And yet despite that, despite the fact that he was so small she would have no reason to pay him any mind, she had anyway. She had invited him to enjoy her. More than that, she wanted him to let her dominate him. Princess Celestia wanted him to do more than just feel the warmth radiating from her flawless body; she wanted him to walk into the darkened cleft before him, to reach out and press his hands into the doughy flesh of her cheeks as he walked into her butt’s welcoming embrace. She wanted him to completely give himself over to the paradise that her crack promised to swallow him up in if he would but be its willing prey.
And who was he to deny royalty what it wanted?
The intensity of Celestia’s scent and the warmth of her body spiked soon after he began to enter the valley of her crack. He was sorely tempted to stop and just press a hand into one of the incredible cheeks that now lay on either side of him, just to get a feel for what would be feeling him in a short while. No, focus, Matt reminded himself, forcing his arms to remain at his sides. While certainly tempting, we have more important places to be! Matt stared into the inviting abyss before him and continued forward. Eyes on the prize, self. We’ll get to see just how yielding the flesh of Celestia’s butt cheeks is when they’re hugging every square inch of my body.
It wasn’t much longer before he finally reached an area deeper inside Celestia’s crevice where her cheeks were still pressed against each other. The warmth of her butt was no long simple washing over him at this point; it was enveloping him, warming every single fiber of his being without becoming uncomfortable. Her musky scent was all he could smell at this point, to the point that he was able to taste it even with his mouth closed.
Look at where I am, Matt thought to himself. Just a small shift of her hind legs outside and she could make me completely disappear between her cheeks!
Just the mere thought drove Matt wild, and yet he found himself not satisfied. He couldn’t be satisfied with just being this deep within Celestia’s crack, not when he knew he could go further; he wanted to press on, to wedge himself completely between her cheeks until he was within the deepest part of her rump, completely swallowed up by her bountiful butt crack. It was that want, that uncompromising desire, that drove him to attempt to press even further inward, and so he girded himself for one final push. He planted his feet, brought both of his hands forward to form a point, took one final breath, and pushed with all his might…
Only to wind up nearly face-planting as he discovered he was throwing himself bodily into what was now only air. He stumbled forward once, twice, then a third time before he finally managed to regain his footing, albeit clumsily, and then righted himself. The first thing he felt as the haze of being surrounded by Celestia and her scent began lifting was the comparative cold; the ambient temperature, while still perfectly fine, felt frigid compared to the all-encompassing warmth of Celestia’s butt he had just been experiencing and shivered briefly before drawing himself back up. Still somewhat disoriented from the sudden change in scenery, he looked around aimlessly before he once again heard the sound of someone, or more likely somepony, clearing her throat. To Matt’s credit, he did try to keep the unamused look off of his face as he turned to face Celestia. He suddenly found it much easier to do so when the pony he wound up in front of was not Celestia. He tried to say something, anything in fact, but the words would not come out. Matt would later say that they were simply too afraid to expose themselves to the sight that was before him. Considering what was before him, he elected not to hold it against them.
After all, the sight of a slightly smaller but still looming, scowling Princess Luna lying before you did tend to be a rather intimidating thing to deal with. It wasn’t just her eyes, either; he could see the stars in her mane flickering and flaring as if they were reacting to the mood of their mistress.
“I have dredged through your thoughts, little human,” she began without preamble, “You possess a great deal of enthusiasm for my sister’s body,” she continued, her scowl deepening at the mention of Celestia and a couple of stars in her mane threatening to go supernova as visions of smiting if he was lucky flashed through Matt’s mind. “However,” she added, her expression becoming more neutral, “you have also shown yourself to possess a sense of propriety and respect towards my sister as a pony. It is for that reason that I now find myself in a quandary.” Luna put a silver-shod hoof to her chin.
“A quandary for wh-“
A sharp glance from Princess Luna told him exactly what he could do with the rest of that question.
“Right, shutting up.”
Several moments passed by. Matt knew it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two, but the sheer weight of what Luna’s decision regarding him would be caused those few minutes to stretch on for what seemed like eternity. Finally, though, Luna brought her hoof back to rest on the ground and gave him a small smile.
“You’ll do.” Her smile turned back to a scowl in a heartbeat as her horn starting glowing, getting progressively brighter as she continued speaking. “Don’t disappoint me.”
He didn’t get the chance to ask what that meant as Luna’s horn suddenly let off a blinding flash and the unmistakable, oddly deafening sound of something hard being stressed to the breaking point forced him back into the waking world. He opened his eyes just in time to see the steadily cascading spider web of cracks in reality spreading across his bed and onto the open air beyond, pink and purple light shining through from whatever was on the other side, before reality itself shattered with a cacophony that would likely wake the entire neighborhood. For a brief instant, Matt was actually lifted upwards along with several shards of the reality that his bedspread inhabited. Then gravity reasserted itself, with him falling through the now-gaping hole in reality and the shards falling back into place as soon as he was through.
That was when all hell broke loose. He couldn’t be sure which way he was suddenly falling. All he could feel was the constant shifting of g-forces in every direction with each passing second, sometimes in multiple directions at once, and already he could feel the nausea and vertigo threatening to overwhelm him. Then the pain started, and suddenly the nausea and vertigo didn’t seem so bad. He could feel his body elongating and warping at the behest of whatever dimensional forces were at work in this… wherever he was. It was as if his body was turned to rubber but no one told his brain, and thus the brain reacted accordingly. If he were asked to describe the pain after the fact, he would have likened it to the time when he broke his collarbone while doing martial arts, but it hurt like that everywhere. He was vaguely aware of himself screaming through the haze of disorientation and agony. A small part of him was honestly surprised he could scream quite as long as he was screaming for, all without taking a breath. The rest of him simply didn’t care. He just wanted it all to stop.
And that was when everything quite literally went sideways. With a gut-wrenching force Matt was suddenly catapulted sideways as he heard the telltale sound of reality beginning to crack again, loud enough to still be quite audible even through the haze of pain clouding his mind and to give him something else to focus on. The possibility of being near the end of this torment filled him with a sense of hope as he began desperately looking for the source of the increasingly loud sound. It took a few tries with how haywire his body had gone, but eventually he saw it. There, what he could only guess was about twenty feet away and possibly closing, was a spider web of cracks in the vast, empty space he had been flung into. He was able to get a few good looks at it despite being flung head over heels, and sure enough, it was getting larger every time he was able to steal a glance at it. The fact that unlike before the cracks weren’t pink and purple but black didn’t matter to him. What mattered was that he was getting closer to it, and so he braced himself as best he could with his now rubber body for the imminent impact that would hopefully land him somewhere where physics made sense again.
3…
2…
1…
And…
Two things happened as his body crashed through as it did at the start of this entire ordeal. The first was the disorienting sensation of gravity shifting one last time that he had grown so familiar with over the last very short while, and his internal sense of balance told him he was now travelling straight up, this time actually against gravity. The second was his vision then going completely white as his body snapped back to its proper shape, all within the space about half a second. If he thought his experience in the void he has just escaped from was bad, it was nothing compared to this, and he felt his lungs compress and force all the air out of them as white hot pain lanced through every fiber of his being. Sight, sound, taste, smell, they were all overwhelmed and rendered useless in the face of the sheer agony that came from his rubberized, elongated body having to deal with an equally dramatic change in a fraction of the time.
Am I still falling…? I can’t tell. Someone, anyone… Help me…
And with that, one of his prayers was finally answered. Maybe it was divine intervention, maybe someone was nearby and took pity on him, but the excruciating pain that had so quickly taken to wracking his body began fading away in seconds, replaced by the feeling of a soft, giving surface against his back. While still unable to completely move his body, the brief twitches he was able to manage brought out the slightest hint of roughness in whatever it was he was resting on. One after another, his other senses began to return to him as well now that he was able to finally think straight. First came the smell of vanilla and of clean carpets. Well, that’s one mystery out of the way. Taste brought with it the less than welcome tang of blood in his mouth, and he soon became aware of the throbbing pain in his left cheek before that too was soothed away by whatever brought him succor and respite. After that came his hearing, the deafening, high-pitched sound that accompanied his most recent wracking giving way to a click-clacking sound and muffled conversation off to his left and what sounded like the tinkling of bells all around him.
His sight was the last to return to him, and the brief glimpse of a darkened room afforded to him was soon viewed through a golden glow that surrounded his body as he was lifted bodily into the air by an unseen force. The glow brought further soothing warmth with it, one that served to relax his tensed and tightened muscles, and soon he found himself surrendering completely to it as it lifted him higher and higher. He had a feeling that he knew where he was and who was with him, but he had to make sure, and so he slowly and hesitantly turned his head to the left.
He had never been so relieved and, at the same time, so afraid.
It was just like in his dream; the statuesque, regal form, the snow-white fur coat that seemed to give off light even in the darkness, the soft yet piercing purple eyes, all as large as he remembered her being. Her head was turned to the side and he could see her lips moving by the light of her horn-glow, but the conversation was muted by the sound of her magic surrounding him. He had obviously just caught the end of it, however, as he soon found himself staring straight into those bottomless purple eyes of hers as she turned her gaze right towards him. He hung there dumbly for a moment, trying and failing to find any words to say. Maybe it was the aftereffect of what he had just gone through that was hindering his ability to speak. Maybe it was that he was quite simply struck dumb in the face of the real thing. Regardless, no greeting came to his lips, no introductions issued forth; the only thing he could process enough to say was:
“Princess Cele-“
*Sleep*
And he didn’t even get to finish saying it before sleep indeed suddenly claimed him.
Celestia waited for her guards to leave before regarding the human whose rather dramatic entrance had so disturbed her sleep. They had come pouring in mere seconds after the hole in reality had begun to manifest, weapons at the ready in case whatever came through once it opened was less than friendly. It had taken some doing, including having to give out the half-truth that it was just one of Luna’s projects, before they were satisfied that the little creature before them would pose no threat to their Princess. She knew why the human was here, but that didn’t stop her from worrying about him; trans-dimensional travel was taxing even in the best of times on those taking the plunge without fixed anchor points like the mirrors linking Equestria with the world Sunset Shimmer now lived in, and judging by the state the little one was in when he arrived it was far from the most ideal circumstances for him. She immediately casted soothing magic to help him deal with the pain he was obviously feeling and had sent him to sleep with another spell so he could sleep off any lingering aches and pains from his trip for a couple hours.
Now that she was finally alone with the human, Celestia took the opportunity to get a good look at him. Short brown ma- no, hair, won’t know his eye color until he wakes up. He’s a bit shorter than Ben, although somewhat stockier as if he has lost weight that he had for a while… Celestia frowned. Is there some hidden meaning in that, dear sister, she wondered to herself, because if there is, then I can’t tell if you chose a shorter human for me because you are under the tragic delusion that you have the larger rump between the two of us, she thought, proudly giving her rear a shake, or if you chose a thicker human because you’re calling me fat… It was better to think like that, to frame this in the light of their friendly sisterly ribbing. At the very least it would keep her mind from considering the fact that the little human’s stockier nature would make it much easier to feel him once he was in between her- you’re definitely calling me fat.
Celestia shook her head. Those thoughts and dreams of denial could come later, and she gently laid the human on her bed before charging her horn. She had a little chat to have with her dear sister, and she disappeared a moment later, a corresponding flash of golden light appearing muted through the window of her sister’s bedchamber.
This time, she was angry enough that she did use the Royal Canterlot Voice.
It Couldn't Be Coffee or Yoga, Could It? (Updated 12/4)
Author's Note
Just as a heads-up, I like to have some plot to go with my plot. As such, this chapter and the one after are going to be building up the story in preparation for what we are all here for.
10/23: Re-posted with some minor edits based on suggestions in the comments.
12/4: Added a couple of larger changes throughout, so keep an eye out if you've already gone through this chapter!
It Couldn't Be Coffee or Yoga, Could It? (Updated 12/4)
Between Celestial Cheeks
Chapter 1
It Couldn’t Be Coffee or Yoga, Could It?
Celestia eyed her pancakes hungrily, their promises of deliciousness calling out to her taste buds via her nose. This would be a particularly tasty batch. She would know; she was the one who made them, after all. There could be nothing wrong with some particularly thick pancakes with a whipped cream mane, blueberries for eyes, a bright red raspberry for a nose, chocolate chips for a nice big smile and the plumpest strawberries she could find for ears, all topped off with a light dusting of powdered sugar. If anyone disagreed with her, well… her subjects could be rather silly at times. That, and she may have helped herself to one or two samples of the fruits of her labors. It wasn’t like anypony was going to ask her where those last few pancakes went off to. Still, she continued to deny herself; it would just be rude to start her breakfast without her sister.
Speaking of which, Celestia thought to herself… 3… 2… 1…
The same as the last six days, Luna was remarkably prompt for breakfast, and the clip-clop of her silver-shod hooves approached the double doors leading to the Sisters’ dining room from the Lunar Wing of the castle before they swung open. The smile on her dear Luna’s face was enough to bring a smile to Celestia’s own muzzle, doubly so after that whole incident with Starlight Glimmer switching their cutie marks. As welcome her sister’s new demeanor was, it also perplexed Celestia. Luna showing up after her work at night with a smile on her face, relishing the chance to dig into her sister’s pancakes, was a rare and cherished event for Celestia, even if she never said it outright. This, however, would be seven straight days of such an event. A whole week of Luna, normally so tired and understandably irritable (the Princess of the Night not being a morning person… what a shocker…), coming to breakfast, on time, with a smile on her face and a proper appetite? Celestia had questions, and by Her, she was going to get them!
“Good morning, sister,” Luna called out from the entrance as she closed the doors behind her and started for her seat next to Celestia. Celestia knew how to read her sister solely through her body language, and much like the last six days her body was loudly stating to anyone who knew her how upbeat her mood was today. Where before the best Luna could muster was a proud yet still tired walk on one of her better days, now she was practically trotting over to the breakfast table, the spring in her step propelling her a few inches off the ground with every step she took. Her tail, something which beforehoof would usually wind up dragging behind her, now practically floated behind her and bounced gently up and down every time her hooves touched the floor. For Celestia, though, the single greatest tell had to be her mane; Luna’s moods tended to be contagious when it came to the stars in her mane, and the fact that they were glowing just that little bit brighter told Celestia everything she needed to know: her dear little sister might as well have been dancing on air without the aid of her midnight blue wings.
“It must be for you of all ponies to be so chipper at such a late hour.”
For her part, Luna gave the only proper response to such a sisterly jab, which is to say that she demurely seated herself, puffed out her cheeks, stuck out her tongue and gave her sister a raspberry when she was close enough. Celestia took a couple bites from her own plate while she waited for Luna to start devouring the stack of pancakes in front of her; questioning Luna about changes in her behavior could be a prickly subject at times, and Celestia figured that a few mouthfuls of syrupy, fruit-and-sugar-filled goodness would provide her with at least a buffer.
“So, Luna,” Celestia began after she and Luna were mostly done with their respective stacks, “you’ve been in a particularly good mood over the last week or so.” Luna finished the bite of pancakes in her mouth and swallowed deeply before looking at Celestia, prompting her to continue with a nod of her head. “That’s a good thing, of course! It does my heart good to see you in such high spirits, but I’ve never seen this side of you so frequently in the morning. What caused this? Did you have a good week overall guarding our ponies’ dreams? Have you discovered yoga? Or did you finally start quaffing the Devil’s Tea that is coffee? Because if it’s the latter I’m perfectly willing to make sacrifices and order in bulk, get it shipped directly from Janeighca from my own royal stipend!”
Celestia was expecting at least a little rise out of Luna from that, maybe some good-natured ribbing at most; she had known for quite some time that Luna had recently taken to Blue Mountain coffee. Any counter-ribbing she was preparing died on her lips when she saw the smile on Luna’s face become flat-out eager as her horn started to glow. Celestia’s questions followed suit when Luna’s magic manifested around her rump and she parted her cheeks. By the time she pulled a miniature, naked human out from between said cheeks, Celestia’s ability to form a coherent thought had decided to punch out, get a tankard of something strong, and come back when it was drunk enough for things to start making sense.
Luna…
Her rump…
A tiny human came out of it…
Eventually Celestia’s brain caught up with what her eyes were seeing and began processing what her eyes were sending its way. Even then, it still took a moment for her to formulate a response. Her horn glowed and the room pulsed with magic before everything seemed to return to normal; temporarily soundproofing the room and locking the doors seemed prudent for what was about to happen. For her part, Luna’s eyes quickly widened as she realized what was coming and placed a sound-dampening spell around the human she held in her magic.
“Sister. EXPLAIN,” she near-thundered without actually yelling, though the fact that she made the entire table shake just by firmly placing her hoof on the table definitely got the point across. She did feel a little bad about knocking the human off-balance, leading to him having to grab onto the edge of Luna’s plate before righting himself and drawing himself back up to his full height, something that Celestia found herself estimating put the upper rim of the plate at about chest-level for him.
Truthfully, she had been planning to tear into Luna with her own Royal Canterlot Voice for the scene before her, but making assumptions had cost Celestia the presence of her sister for a thousand years. She needed information first. She could feel it, though, the inferno deep inside her. Slavery was one of the few things that pushed Celestia well past anger and right into burning rage even before seeing Sombra’s handiwork in the Crystal Empire. Celestia knew that Luna would never sink to such lows, but the implications of the scene before her required, no, demanded an explanation.
Luna seemed to agree with her, as she quickly started to speak. “I fully intend to, sister,” Luna began before gently setting the human down on the table and releasing him from her magic, “though I believe it would be best if Ben got to take part in this conversation as well.” At the mention of his name, “Ben” looked up at Celestia with a small but genuine smile and gave a polite wave, though he had the decency to keep himself covered with his other hand while doing so. Celestia returned both; she would lose nothing by being polite here, though she did have to make an effort to not wrinkle her nose at the musky smell of her sister’s scent coming off of the human now that Luna had removed him from… Celestia chose to do her best not to think about that for now. Luna cleared her throat before beginning and so Celestia got herself comfortable. “The circumstances leading up to what you see before you began one night about a month ago when I was preparing to conclude my duties as warden over our subjects’ dreams for the night. My best theory is that many of our subjects were beginning to awaken, thus reducing the amount of possible interference that their dreams might cause, but whatever the case, I sensed something foreign in the dreamscape. It was faint, almost invisible, but it was definitely there. As protector of our subjects’ dreams, I went to investigate, but instead of a threat, I found something completely different.”
“And what was that, Luna,” Celestia asked, even though she had a decent idea of what her little sister’s answer would be.
“I found a dream. More specifically, I found a dream that one of Ben’s people was having.” So I was right, Celestia thought to herself. Luna turned away for a moment, the look on her face a pensive one. “The truth is that I doubt I would have even sensed the human’s dream even if nopony at all was sleeping, their magical presence is so faint.” Looking back on it, it makes sense that I was able to detect this dream.” Celestia almost flinched at the intensity in Luna’s eyes when she turned back to face her. “It is possible to sense a dream from a being other than a pony, even if they’re almost magically dead, so long as there is some thread within the dream that I can follow.”
Celestia’s mind was sent reeling upon Luna’s revelation. Twilight’s notes mentioned that even the humans on the other side of the mirror did have magic, albeit with no way to naturally channel it at will. The possibility of a race existing that was almost completely magically dead was only theoretical! The scholarly side of Celestia could have lost itself in theorizing and possible tests she could conduct if Ben was willing to volunteer, if it wasn’t for what Luna said next.
“This particular dream, Celestia, and the thread that I was so easily able to latch onto, was about you.”
A couple minutes later, the portion of Celestia’s brain responsible for coherent thought returned from getting another, stronger drink.
“How?”
It was the only thing Celestia could really manage at the moment. Her gaze drifted down to Ben, her eyes pleading with the small human standing next to Luna’s left foreleg to shed some light on how what her sister just said was even possible.
“I’m not really sure myself,” Ben said in response with a shrug of his shoulders. “At least as far as the dreamscape, I mean,” he hastened to add when he noticed Celestia’s downcast expression. “I can definitely answer why whoever that was would dream about you.” Ben took a deep breath before continuing. “My world knows about you, your sister, Twilight Sparkle, the Element Bearers, Equestria, everything.” If Celestia didn’t know any better, she’d say the look that crossed Ben’s face was little bit apologetic as he stopped for a moment before continuing on. “The thing is, though… we all thought it was fiction. Twilight’s adventures with her friends is a TV show.”
Her mind wanted to go out for another drink, but Celestia shushed it. Another human race knowing about her, her little ponies and Equestria because it was presented as fiction on their world was far from the strangest thing she’d heard so far this morning. For her part, Luna just shrugged and let Ben continue talking. As far as Ben, the smile that he now wore was wistful, almost reminiscing.
“I don’t think anyone expected the following the show got. It was aimed at little girls, but the fact that so many older boys and full-grown men were devoted fans of the show surprised everyone.” Ben gave a heavy sigh. “I guess Equestria was just a world we could escape to, if only in our minds.”
“And in this case, being a world you could escape to turned out to be quite literal it seems, my little human,” Luna added with a warm smile, one which Ben returned. “After finding this dream, Celestia, I resolved to learn more. I began remaining within the dreamscape long after our subjects had awoken and began finding more humans dreaming about Equestria and our subjects. Some were dark, some were disturbing with the scenarios that these humans could think up.” Worry began to grow in Celestia’s mind at the implications of these more disturbing dreams and what might have happened in them to both her and her subjects. “Others quite simply broke my heart at how desperate for belonging and friendship some of these humans were that they clung to ponies they thought didn’t even exist. And still with others I found tales where they were able to draw strength from these “fictional” characters and move on through difficult times.” She looked at Celestia with a look of absolute warmth. “I came across several humans who Twilight’s example helped to turn away from possibly committing suicide.”
Whatever worry had begun festering in Celestia’s mind was quickly silenced when she heard of what her student had accomplished without even realizing it. Her heart swelled with pride, not just for Twilight, but for all her subjects who may have inadvertently helped creatures they had never even met. Still, that left one question unanswered.
“And how did that lead to, well…” Celestia trailed off, simply gesturing at both Luna and Ben with a foreleg.
“Ah yes, that,” Luna responded with a steadily-brightening blush. “Well, there were… other dreams, ones that I’m bound by my oath as a dream warden to not disclose the contents of due to the, uh, personal nature of said dreams. All I will say is that they were there, and eventually one caught my eye.” Luna looked down at Ben, her blush deepening as the human’s cheeks were growing a similar shade of red. “It wasn’t the first erotic dream I had found that involved the dreamer and myself partaking of more, well, carnal interactions, but the subject matter was different from others that I had seen.” Luna looked down at Ben with a guilty look on her face. “Ben, is it alright if-“
“Luna, I’m here. Your sister’s smart, I’m pretty sure she has a good idea of what we’ve been up to, especially considering where she saw you take me out of a little while ago.”
“Yes, I suppose that’s true,” Luna admitted before placing a foreleg in front of him, which Celestia quickly realized was to hold Ben steady while Luna gently but firmly nuzzled him, the soft breaths of her from her nostrils blowing back Ben’s wild mane of blond hair. “Most of the dreams I bore witness to had the humans at their regular size, which would put an average human of Ben’s species at the same height as Cadance. That wasn’t the case with Ben’s dream, Celestia. Unlike the rest of the erotic dreams I had seen from his people, this was the first one where the human in the dream was much, much smaller than the pony. Ben here was as small in that dream as he is here, and in the dream I was…” Despite being the alicorn of the sun, Celestia was pretty sure she could feel the heat from Luna’s cheeks from where she was sitting. “I was putting him betwixt my rump cheeks.” And now Ben’s blush was beginning to equal Luna’s. “At first I was somewhat put off. I mean, how could someone find it pleasurable to be placed in a pony’s hindquarters of all places? I left the dream at that point, figuring I’d put it behind me soon enough.”
There was a pregnant pause where Celestia waited for the predictable other shoe to drop before eventually deciding to give it a little push over the edge.
“Except…?”
“Except that I couldn’t put it behind me. For whatever reason, I couldn’t get past the thought of Ben here snuggling up within my rear. Maybe I have some kink that I didn’t even know existed until seeing it for the first time. Maybe after spending so long seeing our subjects admire your rump more than mine by a large margin in their dreams that I was just drawn to someone so attracted to my own rear end that they wished to be lost inside it. But whatever the reason, it remained in the back of my mind, always tempting me with tantalizing flashes of what I had seen in Ben’s dream. Eventually I decided to act on it, if for no other reason than to satisfy my own curiosity and at the very least sample the forbidden fruit so that my mind would stop teasing me with it.”
“And that,” Ben interjected with a wry look, “was when things got interesting.”
“To put it mildly, my little human,” Luna said with a cheeky grin, though the blush was still plastered prominently on both their faces. “It was about two weeks after initially encountering the dreams of these humans that I made my move. I waited until my duties were complete before seeking out young Ben’s presence in the dreamscape again. Once I found it, it was a simple matter of using my magic to lead the dream back to the one that intrigued me so. Once it reached that point, I simply entered into his dream and took the place of the dream simulacrum of myself.” It was at this moment that Celestia noticed that Luna was biting her lip, and a dreamy look had entered her eyes. “I will admit it felt odd at first, sister, but it wasn’t long before…” Celestia watched as her sister shuddered before being able to continue, her eyes lidding as she resumed speaking, “… before I began finding the whole experience incredibly enjoyable.” To her credit, Luna was able to bite back most of the moan that tried to escape past her lips. “I kept coming back every day for a week after that, with Ben and me getting more and more into it each time, before an idea struck me.”
“It was quite the idea, I must say,” Ben added. “I was looking forward getting into bed that night in the hopes of getting that same wonderful dream again. Imagine my surprise when, instead of immediately getting into the action, “dream Luna” starts speaking to me and telling me she was real.”
“I’m honestly surprised you believed me so quickly.”
“Well, to be fair, people generally don’t have the same dream for seven days straight, especially where their “dream pony” gets progressively more into it each time,” Ben countered. “The point is, you offered to bring me to Equestria with the promise that I’d get to spend more time in your butt! I figured that the worst case scenario was that I’d be about to step into a magical portal and then I’d wake up. Best case scenario, I’d get to experience what I was feeling in my dreams for a lot longer. I just wasn’t expecting to wake up to the sensation of falling through said portal as soon as I said ‘yes’,” he added, running a hand through the matted sandy blonde hair atop his head.
“Either way, it worked out,” Luna said before looking back at Celestia. “I’ve kept Ben tucked away within my rump all week to keep me company while I carry out my duties. He’s the secret to why I’m in such a good mood, Celestia. He just feels so good back there that his presence works the edge off of the stress I start feeling before it can affect my mood, even when it’s so late for me. Speaking of which…”
Celestia knew it would be proper to look away as Luna stood up from her seat and gently picked Ben’s slim form up in her magic. She knew, as Luna turned so her back end was pointed right at Celestia, that she should close her eyes. She knew, as Luna levitated Ben around to her rear while leveling a sultry gaze at Celestia and positioned the little human so that he was pressed up against where her cheeks met, that she should tell them to do this elsewhere.
She knew she should have.
She didn’t.
“I think it’s about time to put dear Ben back in his favorite place in all of Equestria.”
She couldn’t bring herself to tear her eyes away from what was about to happen.
Satisfied that she had her big sister’s attention, Luna began in earnest, but instead of simply pushing Ben in with her telekinesis, she instead used her magic to once again pull her cheeks slightly apart, just enough to tempt Ben with what lay slightly beyond but not enough to reveal anything too intimate, before gently levitating Ben into the empty space that her meaty moons were once occupying. Luna’s gaze suddenly went from sultry to smoldering, the look she was giving her older sister enough to practically freeze Celestia in place to watch as, with a wide smirk spreading across her muzzle, Luna let her cheeks go. In spite of herself the only comparison Celestia could make was akin to twin waves of black-furred muscle and fat careening towards each other with the little human in between them. It wasn’t enough to say that Ben disappeared between Luna’s cheeks; saying that he was swallowed up by her sister’s rump would be far more accurate as they bounced inches apart before settling back around Ben as if they had claimed him as their own.
Luna wasn’t done, however, and Celestia could only watch as, after watching her sister’s rear essentially engulf the little one, her sister began alternating between twisting him slightly to the left and then slightly to the right, pushing him in ever so slightly with every twist and slowly working him deeper into her rump, her cheeks jiggling ever so slightly with every twist Luna made. Unbidden, images of what the human was probably going through invaded her imagination as she saw him buffeted and caressed by each undulating cheek as the muscle and fat beneath each one gently wobbled back and forth every time he was twisted a little further in. She sat there, absolutely transfixed, as the glow of Luna’s magic, the only indication that Ben was even there, slowly moved deeper and deeper into her sister’s crack until it vanished from sight, leaving Celestia wondering to herself whether the glow’s disappearance was due to Luna cancelling her telekinesis or if it was because Ben was just that deep in her sister’s rear.
Celestia sat there for a moment, completely still, her eyes unblinking. Despite how crass what she had just witnessed was, she couldn’t take her eyes off of her sister’s rear end. She had just watched her sister take a human that, if he were to stand on the floor next to Luna would maybe come slightly above her fetlock, and pushed him deep into her crack while taking the time to enjoy it. Ben certainly looked like he was enjoying it too, at least if the expression on his face before he was completely engulfed by Luna’s ample bottom was any indication.
“I take it you enjoyed the show, dear sister?” Luna’s voice cut through the haze that had settled over Celestia’s mind, breaking her out of her dumbstruck stupor. The look on her little sister’s face could best be described as a mix of pleasure and a generous helping of smugness. “I certainly enjoyed putting the show on for you.” Luna’s smug expression soon gave way to one of pure physical satisfaction as her gaze trailed down her body to stare at her rump. “In fact, I enjoyed that almost as much as I’m enjoying what I’m feeling right now.” With a look of contentment, Luna turned back around to look right at her sister. “You’ve always thought of others first, Celestia. I know you too well to think that you’re not still concerned for him, but don’t worry.” Luna’s gaze softened. “I care far too much about him to not make sure that he’s both happy and safe in my rump,” she continued, her horn beginning to glow. “I made sure to use the most powerful magics I know to both protect him from any harm and sustain him. And yes, I have been absolutely fastidious in keeping that area of my body clean for him. I may not have borne the Element of Generosity when we defeated Discord, but he gave up the life he had on his world for this. I will not allow this to be a decision he regrets in any way.”
In spite of what she had just witnessed, Celestia had to smile. “I wouldn’t expect less of you, Luna. I may not understand it, but the two of you seem happy enough with this arrangement you both have going, so I’ll allow it.”
“I thank you, sister. That does mean a lot to me.” Luna paused for a moment with her hoof on her chin, obviously in deep thought. “Celestia… if you are interested, I could certainly find a human for you.”
“Luna, I said I would allow it. That does not mean I myself am interested,” Celestia replied quickly, though the blush that had risen on her face during Luna’s “demonstration” still hadn’t receded.
“Oh come now, Celestia,” Luna scoffed, “I performed your duties once before so I know that your job is plenty stressful. I’m still convinced you’re looking for an answer to your stress at the bottom of a teacup.” A smirk played across Luna’s lips as she continued, and Celestia had a pretty good idea what she was going to say. “Isn’t it about time your method of coping with the stress didn’t put such a strain on the national budget?”
“Very funny, Luna,” Celestia replied sharply with a shake of her head, thoroughly unamused, “but the answer is still no. You now know the expectations that our subjects place upon me. It is my duty to uphold those expectations, for their sakes.” Celestia knew Luna would keep going. She needed a way out or they would be at this all day. A quick glance at the clock provided her salvation. “I have duties to attend to, Luna. I will see you come dinnertime,” Celestia said tersely, though that didn’t stop her from leaning over to give her sister an affectionate nuzzle on the top of her head. “I love you, sister. Never forget that.”
“Never again, sister mine,” Luna replied, leaning into the nuzzle. “If you ever change your mind, you know where I will be.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Celestia deadpanned as she pulled back from nuzzling Luna. “Have a good rest, sister.” Celestia thought for a moment. “And do tell Ben that I said ‘Welcome to Equestria’ the next time he sees the light of day or night,” she added before turning around, opening the doors and walking out.
Now that she had placed some distance between her and the scene she just witnessed, Celestia found it much easier to push the idea that Luna had tried to plant in her head out of her mind. She wasn’t going to force Luna or Ben to stop what they were doing; they both obviously enjoyed it, and she had noted that it was being done with mutual consent. As long as she didn’t find their activities plastered on the front page of one of the local rags, it would just be better to put this whole incident behind all of them and move on. Satisfied with her thought process, Celestia noted with a bit of a sigh that she had reached the door that marked her side entrance to the throne room. She nodded once to the saluting guards and, remembering what a headache yesterday had been, asked them to tell the kitchen staff to prepare double the amount of earl grey for her midmorning tea break. Unbidden, Luna’s words from breakfast played back in her mind’s ear.
I’ve performed your duties once before so I know your job is plenty stressful. I’m still convinced you’re looking for an answer to your stress at the bottom of a teacup.
Celestia shook her head to clear her mind and hopefully stave off the blush she could feel creeping cross her face as the all-too-fresh memory of Luna’s solution to her stress played back in her head. She was fine. She had her tea, and that was enough. She didn’t need a human, and she certainly didn’t need to relish the feeling of dominating his tiny body with her round, supple, flawless rump, basking in the feeling of the vibrations his delicious squirms would send through each of her heavenly soft cheeks before they would settle back over him and become his entire world, reasserting her rump’s dominance over him and entombing him within a prison he would never want to esca-
You are NOT helping, Celestia snapped at her inner monologue.
Although Luna was silent as she continued what was left of her meal, her mind was abuzz with thoughts about what had just transpired. I can’t hide much from you, Celestia, but that goes both ways. I know you’re interested. You’re curious as to what it’s like, but you’ll continue to deny yourself no matter how often I invite you to partake in this experience with me. A pleasant wriggling from deep within her crack cut off the descent into a bad mood that the resident of her rump seemed to know was coming. I’m sorry, dear sister, for what I’m about to do, but it’s for your own good! Luna regarded what was left of her “breakfast” as she lightly clenched her cheeks together in thanks. “But first…”
Grabbing her knife and fork, she cut a small portion off of what remained of the pancake before finishing the rest of it; she would save that piece, along with some of the fruit, for Ben’s meal once they returned to her chambers. Did he like chocolate? She’d have to ask him before tucking both him and herself into their respective beds after he ate so she’d know whether or not to bring a couple chocolate chips for him as well the next time Celestia used them on her pancakes. Thus, with her meal complete, Ben’s food secured and a plan rapidly forming in her head, Luna turned around and rapidly trotted off to the set of double doors that would lead to the Lunar Wing of the castle.
She had a plan. A plan to save her sister from the nightmare she had inflicted on herself. And that meant she had some searching to do…
