Storming the castle

As Luna drifted off to sleep she thought she heard a gasp and quiet moans. Lifting her head from her pillow she looked about her room, If somepony was playing tricks on her it was in very poor taste and they picked the wrong night to get on her bad side.

After deciding she must have simply imagined the strange noise she snuggled into her pillow and drifted back off to sleep.

"Smack!" "ooohh!"

Luna jolted awake, There was no mistaking it somepony was definitely in her room.

Jumping from her bed she violently flipped it over to reveal whomever was hiding. But nopony was under her bed.
Luna threw her closet doors open, cracking the wall with the force of the impact. Nopony was in her closet.
There was a box in the corner of her room that she had only just noticed. Luna ripped the box open with her magic only to reveal... a lifeless princess sized ponnequin, wearing the ugliest formal dress she had ever seen.

She had forgotten that she had commissioned a dress for formal occasions. The dress maker had asked what she wanted it to look like, and now Luna regretted telling her that "It didn't matter what it looked like" and to" Just throw something together."

The maids must have left it in her room and never told her. Not that Luna could blame them she wouldn't want to take credit for delivering such a monstrosity either.

Deciding she would never get to sleep tearing her room apart, Luna righted her bed and climbed under her blanket. This time she put on her enchanted ear muffs, they were a gift from her sister Celestia. Somepony could drive a freight train through a nitroglycerin factory and she would never hear it, as long as she was wearing them.

The third time is the charm Luna thought to herself as she fluffed up her pillow and settled in for some much needed sleep.
But as soon as she finaly drifted off to sleep she could hear the faint sound of moaning mixed with the occasional smack and a constant shlic, shlic, shlic, shlic of something wet being penetrated.

Luna then realised the sounds must be coming from the dream realm. It was rare, but sometimes a dream could be heard from outside of its personal dreamscape. An ordinary dream wouldn't bleed through though, Only dreams that were fueled by very strong emotions could be heard from outside of it's private space. A sort of mental cry for help.

Luna trotted across the vast expanse of the dark dreamscape. Large bubbles that glowed with a inviting blue fluorescent light, each containing someponies individual dream, dotted the dreamscape in a random and three dimensional pattern.
Luna followed the sound of the lewd noises. Dawn was rapidly approaching and dream bubbles were fading and winking out of existence as early risers woke from there slumber to start their day.

"By Celestias tits if it's that stallion that is obsessed with tubs of jelly again I'm going to slap the crap out of him and pretend I was never here" Luna cursed out loud.

Luna drew closer and closer to the source of the disturbance. It sounded like a very perverse wet dream, The kind that stemmed from one-sided unrequited love. Or worse something incestuous or forbidden or just plain socially unacceptable. It was technically her job to guide ponys in their dreams, But it didn't mean she had to like it when it got wierd.

Luna was close, She could feel it.
Poking her head inside a bubble she looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary here just a normal pony dream.

Luna picked another random bubble to peer into.

"You again!" She screamed while pointing a hoof at the pony who was relaxing on a massage table while a curvy masseuse pony composed entirely of jelly gave him a "happy ending".

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" He screamed upon seeing Princess Luna's dismembered head poking through the wall and shouting at him. His dream bubble violently popped as he woke startled from his debaucherous dream.

Luna clenched her eyes shut tightly and rubbed her temples, If only she could forget what she had just seen. Shaking her head in a final attempt to rid her mind of such disturbing images Luna continued her search.

Twisting and turning through the surreal plane of existence that was the dreamscape, Luna finally happend upon the source of the disturbance.

"Moon and stars above!" This cannot be, she said aloud to herself. The bubble in question was easily twice the size of an ordinary bubble and it shimered with a golden light instead of the usual blue. This could only be Celestias dream.

Something wasn't right, Tia always shields her dreams Luna thought to her self.
It wasn't that Celestia was hiding anything. It was just simply a mater of privacy. One does not peer into her sister's most private of dreams and casualy make eye contact over the breakfast table.

Luna was torn with gut wrenching indecision, On one hoof she respected her sisters privacy. That and she realy didn't want to see what her sister was dreaming about that could possibly produce such lewd noises.
But on the other hoof it was her responsibility to help guide ponies in there troubled dreams. And if not her then who else could ease her sisters troubled mind? Maybe it wouldent be so bad, Celestia might just be dreaming about churning butter.

A shiver went down Luna's spine as a sultry moan escaped from the bubble, Realy sexy butter Luna thought to her self.

Bracing herself for whatever she might find. Luna entered the dream, the soft membrane of the dream caressed her body as she slipped inside, In a completely non sexual way of course.

Nothing could posibly prepare Luna for what she saw, Not even if she had a thousand years. And it would take her another thousand years just to forget, and even then that might not be long enough.

A larger than life Celestia knealed with her forlegs curled under her barrel. A blindfold was fixed over her eyes, A red ball gag was strapped in her mouth and a tennis ball was firmly lodged on the pointy end of her horn. A metal bar was strapped to her hindlegs keeping them spread wide, and Luna could see Celestia's ample pony cleavage jiggling back and forth as a giant man battered her foal factory with his girthy appendage.

But that wasn't even the worst part, Behind the copulating couple Luna could see an equally large version of herself in a tight black bodice brandishing a wooden paddle with the words, The Royal Punisher engraved in its surface.

Luna retched into her mouth. It was just to much for her. She blindly ran out of the dream and crashed head long into a man carrying an armfull of potatoes.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there" Luna apologized as she helped the man to his feet and helped him gather his scattered tubers.
"Wait... who are you, and how did you get here and where did those potatoes come from?"

"who I am isn't important right now your majesty and as for how I got here I haven't a clue, but we gotta get those two to quiet down, there are foals playing nearby."

"I don't understand...you shouldn't be here and what's with the potatoes? Luna asked again, clearly confused."

"Well I tried shouting at them, But they didn't seem to notice me so I thought that maybe if I could find something to throw at them then that might work."

"The dreams must be connected some how!" Luna proclaimed.

"Sorry your majesty but i think that might have something to do with me. See those ponies on the front porch over there?" The man asked Luna as he cheerfully waved at the ponies.

"Yes. Yes I do" Luna said, as she also waved cheerfully at the ponies.

"That's my freind, Griddle from ponyvile, he must have dreamed that he got married and had foals of his own and since I'm a close freind of the family he must have dreamed that I'd be playing in the field with the children."

"But how are the dreams connected?" Luna asked as they walked towards Celestias dream.

"Yeah about that, See the big guy taking your sister to pound town?"

"Hah ha! Pound town that's rather clever" Luna giggled as she hoofbumped the charming stranger.

"Yeah I think that's supposed to be me" the man said, sounding rather ashamed.

Maybe the initial embarrassment had worn off, Because suddenly watching Celestia dream about her being in the room watching, as her sister was railed like a common whorse, didn't seem so bad now that Luna wasn't alone.
"Don't be so down, Look I'm here too" Luna said pointing at her giant self in an attempt to cheer him up.

"Not shure how I feel about the paddle, But you look good in a corset."

"Actually it's a bodice" Luna corrected.

"Either way since I'm in both dreams at the same time I think I might be the glue sticking them together" The man hypothesized.

Luna smiled to herself, Even though as far as she could remember this had never happened before she was certain that the man wasn't "gluing" the dreams together.

As the two of them sat and talked for a while, Luna found that she genuinely enjoyed spending time with the charming stranger. But unfortunately It wasn't long before both dreams faded away as their respective dreamers woke from their slumber.

"So do I just disappear now?" The charming stranger asked as he stood up and held his arms out from his side's in a silly T shaped gesture.

"No don't leave yet I still don't know your name" Luna pleaded

The man let out a long sigh, "Only if you promise not to tease" the man replied. "Ignatius C. Weiner."

Luna cautiously raised a hoof like a little filly still in school who was uncertain about the question she was about to ask.

Ignatius braced himself for what he thought was certainly about to be an icy Weener joke.

"May we call you Iggy for short?" Luna asked.

A look of shock washed over Ignatius's face as his life flashed before his eyes, in all of his twenty seven years, No one had ever given him a nickname before.

"Yeah I think I'd like that very much" Ignatius said with a smile.
"Wow I think I've been chasing the wrong Princess this whole time" Ignatius said as he held a hand out to Princess Luna.

"You are the assassin?" Luna hissed as she shoved him roughly to the floor.
Luna's rage overcame her as she recalled how this man ripped out her heart and stepped on it. Rearing up on her hind legs, Light began to gather at the tip of Lunas horn and as she came crashing back down, she blasted the man from the dreamscape with a magical beam that was powerful enough to destroy a small planet.

As the pile of dust that was once the man named Ignatius, blew away on an almost non existent ethereal wind. Tears flowed freely from Lunas eyes as she wept alone in the quiet of a near empty dreamscape.

Hughbert Jellius sat bolt upright in his bed drenched in a cold sweat."How could such a beautiful dream possibly turn into such a nightmare?" He asked himself.
He decided it was probably best if he didn't put pickled jalapenos on his icecream anymore, just to be safe.