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.