With a start, Twilight jerked upright in her bed.

“Ahhhhh!” Her yelp rang out through the once quiet royal bedchamber of Canterlot castle.

Her heart was racing, her breath ragged. Adrenaline and fear were pumping through her veins. Both of her wings were fully flared out, alert, aroused, uncomfortable.

Everything was still a blur, her mind unsure of what was real and what was not. Instinctively, she reached for her belly, both of her hooves tracing over that taut section of her skin. There was no bulge there, no pudgy accumulation of alicorn ejaculate, no firm growth of thestral triplets in her womb.

A… dream?

Twilight blinked hard, clearing the last of the murk from her eyes as she did so. What the hay kind of dream was that?

That’s when she noticed that she was soaked. Her whole mane and fur damp with a fresh coat of sweat. Lifting the covers of her bedspread, she quickly realized that sweat was not the only thing she’d excreted in the night.

A wave of musky pheromones hit her nostrils like a freight train - quickly, and with a blush and a cute ‘eep’, the alicorn princess slammed the covers back down. She’d wet the bed - with her post-orgasmic fluid.

Everything… down there… felt quite overstimulated as well. Hot and bothered, sore, shaking… She could feel her lovebud rubbing in a swollen state against her plump, moist lips. She hadn’t felt like this since her days as a filly, dealing with her first estruses.

She groaned as she massaged her stiff, throbbing wings… trying to coax them to relax and fold back to her sides instead of being stuck so permanently wide.

Was this what stallions had to deal with every morning? This sucked.

The sun wasn’t even all the way up in the sky yet! But there was no way for her to get back to sleep in a soaked puddle of her own juices. Gingerly, she extricated herself from the soaking covers, quickly bundling up all the linen into a messy ball of shame using her magic.

She shuddered as memories of just what had caused those wet-dreams drifted back to her… perhaps she should burn those damn sheets.

She thought better of it, depositing the bundle in her royal hamper as she made her way into her master bathroom. It was only a few steps into her walk-in shower and the warm, reassuring torrent of water from the showerhead.

As the shampoo and water carried away the embarrassing sheen of sweat, smell and… nectar from her fur, Twilight tried to consider whether she wanted to… unpack her nightmare.

There was so much… darkness there. Rape, and murder, and racism… and oh Celestia the sex with Luna.

Twilight stuck her tongue out with disgust. It was massively bucked up.

Just what was her consciousness trying to tell her, anyway!?

Twilight groaned, pressing her head against the tile of her shower-wall. She’d only been in the position of sole Princess of Equestria for a few months now… and it was true that she had never really made much time for… stallions.

And with all the new responsibilities, she’d had equally little time to take care of… herself… in the way that a mare should when she didn’t have a special stallion around.

But how in the hay did missing out on a little ‘Twilight-time’ turn into… whatever the buck that nightmare had been?

Images flashed through her mind… of Moondancer being speared by that giant thestral prince’s cock… of the filly and her grandfather being murdered in court… of Celestia’s severed head!

She felt queasy. What kind of schadenfreude lived in her subconscious?

And Luna! What she’d dreamed of Luna was beyond horrible… what she’d done to her family, transforming them into that… that… giant… tremendous… horsecock.

And then fucking her. Fucking her like a mindless animal.

Twilight felt a twinge between her legs as she remembered the massive shaft plunging impossibly into her marehood, stretching her, satisfying her, defiling her… rutting her.

Her clitoris was stiffening between her nether lips once again, and for a moment Twilight began to shift toward the pulsating stream of water… bringing it over her flanks and closer to the ache between her legs.

The way Luna had pounded her teenaged, unicorn cunt… turning her into little more than a little filly to be ridden to completion… then pumping her so full of hot… sticky…

Twilight jumped as the water struck her winking marehood. Startled out of her reverie.

“What the hay is wrong with you Twilight!?” She groaned aloud, bonking her head purposefully against the wall, as if it could drive the strange and unwanted desire out. “Are you some kind of sick weirdo? Gross.”

She shut the water off, levitating a towel to herself as she stepped out of the shower, looking into the mirror at herself.

Then it struck her - last night had been the open house for the Royal Society at the palace… and the hors d'oeuvres had been…

“Quesadillas…” Twilight shivered. She’d done her very best to refuse, but all of those royal enthusiasts and fans would have been heartbroken if they’d found out they’d supplied the one food that Twilight detested more than anything else in the world! Why couldn’t they have just gone for hayburgers instead?

Twilight let out a deep, relaxing sigh…

The quesadillas. That explained it.

She began to stuff down those dirty thoughts, those strange feelings, the unease with which she realized how quickly the memories lit a feral passion in her.

It could all be chalked up to cheesy nefariousness.

With a sigh, she nodded to herself in the mirror. She’d just banish the damn things from Equestria for a 1000 years… stop by a sex-toy shop during her royal rounds in the afternoon… schedule a little ‘Twilight-time’ and put all of this behind her…

But first - breakfast.

,,,

Twilight trotted into the main royal chamber - the very same one that had featured so prominently in her nightmare only a few hours before.

‘Ugh! Stop thinking about it already! It was… just a stupid dream!’

With another sigh, Twilight made her way into the side hall, where the Royal table sat. With a gasp, she was frozen in place as she saw her mentor, the now-retired, Princess of the Sun sitting at the head of the table, sipping a cup of tea.

“C-c-celestia!” Twilight felt tears forming in her eyes, as she scampered toward her teacher.

“Twilight? Oh good morning, you’re up earlier than usual - I hope you don’t mind me sitting in my old chair for t- OOF”

Celestia’s speech was cut off by a mighty, full-power hug. The smaller, purple alicorn was almost sobbing into her fur, almost shaking with joy.

“What’s gotten into you, Twilight? I know I missed you at the event last night, but you saw me just two months ago for the summer sun celebration, remember?”

Twilight squee’d softly into her mentor’s breast. Hugging her was like purifying all of the terrifying memories, the sight of Celestia beheaded, murdered… all the violence and pain that came with it.

“Oh… oh well…” Celestia sighed happily, finally returning the hug.

“I love you so, so much Princess.” Twilight sniffed, burying her head in her mentor’s chest.

“And I you, Twilight.” Celestia smiled, clearing her former pupil’s teary eyes with a delicate feather. “But come, why are you so sad?”

“N-no reason..” Twilight tried to compose herself. “J-j-just a bad dream…”

“Ah well, I do believe… oh speak of the mare and she shall appear! Luna!” Celestia turned to greet the next pony coming into the breakfast chamber.

“Eep,” Twilight stiffened, seeing the bleary-eyed alicorn walk up the table. Immediately her mind raced back to all of those memories. Sure, the pony in front of her wasn’t Nightmare Moon… but this was still that same concept of a pony that had raped her, defiled her, killed her family… and given her the most mind-melting orgasms.

She quivered with a shameful tingle of both fear and excitement as the beautiful former princess strode to the table nobly and took a seat. That was when Twilight came to a second, even more terrifying realization.

“EEP!” Her wings shot out in alarm.

Princess Luna could see dreams...

Her mind raced. Did the night princess retain the power even in retirement? And if she had, did she see all dreams of the realm? Did she have sexual dreams too? Was she able to bow out of dreams that were weird or personal?

HAD SHE SEEN HER DREAM?

Twilight studied the alicorn’s tired face with intensity as she sat down, looking for any hint or sign of recognizance, outrage, insult or embarrassment.

“Good morning, sister.” Luna yawned. “I apologize for my appearance, I am still adapting to the normal day-night cycle… and sometimes my dreams prevent a full night’s sleep.” Luna yawned, stretching her forelegs.

Seeing nothing there, Twilight started to relax. ‘It looks like she didn’t see anything, I’m in the clear!’ Twilight let out a deep breath that she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding in.

“Oh! Princess Sparkle, I apologize. I didn’t see you there. I’m afraid I have totally bollocks’d up my greeting!”

‘Oh shit.’

Twilight felt huge beads of sweat forming on her forehead, as she pulled her lips tight in an attempt to not crack… She’d always had the worst poker face. Her wide eyes and nervous shivers made it clear to anypony watching that something was up.

“Twilight… what’s the matter?” Celestia arched an eyebrow. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Oh, not a ghost sister.” Luna grinned. “I’d say it was more like she’s suddenly seen a cock-atrice. She’s frozen stiff!”

Twilight tried to swallow but was unable to work her throat past the huge lump that seemed to have grown in it. Her mind raced through all the horrifying, sadistic things she’d dreamt of… all the obscene, depraved lewdness… Luna had seen it all… had seen her dream of Luna bucking the soul out of her with a giant marecock.

“Ah ha ha ha ha….” Twilight nervously chuckled, eyes racing over Luna before switching back to her ex-mentor - a boiling blush forming on her cheeks as her brain attempted to not self-destruct from the racing thoughts about what Luna was thinking.

“Really Twilight… what’s gotten into you? It looks like you’ve gotten yourself into a sticky situation.”

Twilight’s hooves almost broke the table edge as she gripped it for balance, her body suddenly feeling like the world was spinning out from under her. Did Celestia know too!? How would she know? Surely, that was just a coincidence that she had made that such an offhoof remark.

“Perhaps she’s just a bit cold, sister… should I throw another fat log on the fire?”

Sweat was pouring off her face now.

Luna sniffed, shaking her head slightly. “Please, Celestia… one could hardly credit that with being even the beginnings of a terrible pun. Far too vague to land. Why not add that she looks as if she wet herself? You need to make your implication more obvious.”

Celestia frowned across the table at her sister, ignoring the horrendous look of complete, anxious terror, as Twilight tried to burn a hole into the tablecloth with her eyes, big beads of sweat falling from her brow.

“Oh please, enlighten me on how to make a pun, Luna. you’re about as subtle as a trainwreck… I thought you were about to tell her that it looked like somepony had ‘given her the shaft’.”

“Better than saying something like she’s ‘out of her depth’ and it being so ambiguous that nopony knows if it is a quip or not!”

“That’s the point, Luna! Teasing is more fun when you keep them uncertain of whether you’re in the know or not, you oaf!”

“Oaf!? Why I sh-”

“STOP!” Twilight screeched, no longer able to contain herself. Her large wings flared out and she hammered her hooves down on the dining table, making all of the chinaware jump and fall back with a clatter. “You saw? You both saw?”

Celestia chuckled, then sighed, looking apologetically at her former student. “Well, Luna saw. She merely told me about it.”

Twilight shrunk slightly, her voice quivering as she looked between the two immortal princesses with an eclectic mixture of fear, shame, and anxiety. “H-how much?”

“About from the moment you reached the top of your staircase.” Luna sniffed, a slight smile on her face.

“Oh my Gods, oh my Gods, oh my Gods…” Twilight began mumbling to herself, bringing her hooves to her forehead as her second worst nightmare seemed to be coming to fruition… the ponies she respected most in the world seeing her most embarrassing and dark fantasy.

“You know Twilight, I realize it was just a dream… but there were some very racist conceptions of thestrals that I saw. I hope you know that bat-ponies are a very peaceful and loving people.” Luna smiled warmly.

“They are quite hung though.” Celestia noted. “She got that right.”

“Oh, of course. Though Twilight did seem to exaggerate for everypony in her dream.” Luna snickered back.

“Oh my Gods, oh my gods, oh my gods…” Twilight just kept muttering to herself, unable to shut off her ears.

“...except her brother though, she was almost spot on there. I wonder if she’d caught glimpses - I know I did.” Celestia chuckled. “Guards always think they’re good at concealing themselves, but after a few millennia I know every trick a stallion has ever thought up.”

“No no no no no….”

Luna grinned and winked at her sister. “That bit about her family transforming into a stallionhood - that was a novelty… is that something that the young ponies are into these days?”

“Hmm… I think it’s something fanfic writers and erotic artists play around with sometimes. It is somewhat new.” Celestia grinned back at her younger sister. “I wonder if Twilight has read… or even written something about that subject…”

“I must admit, having met the mare myself, I think Twilight Velvet would create an amply sized -”

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Twilight shouted out, standing up in complete shock, her wings outstretched, moments away from going through a complete meltdown. “Stop! Stop! Please stop! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!’

Luna arched an eyebrow, tilting her head in confusion. “Sorry? Whatever are you sorry for, Twilight Sparkle?”

“The… y’ know… nightmare…” Twilight’s ears were splayed back as she looked from one alicorn to the other.

“Twilight,” Celestia chuckled, “First off, you can hardly be blamed for the contents of a dream. And I thought I taught you - there’s no wrong way to fantasize!”

“B-but… the things I dreamt of...they were so… vile… depraved!”

“Hah!” Luna coughed. “Your dream was but a grain on the beach from some of the things I have seen… nay, some of the things I have done, Twilight.”

“Twilight, as rule of Equestria, you’re the focal point for an intense amount of focused energy… love, hate, and every emotion in between.” Celestia stood up and patted Twilight on her brow reassuringly. “You’ll find that being the center point of such attention can lead to… interesting side effects.”

“You mean… you… you both… have had dreams as messed up as mine was?”

Both alicorns nodded. “Welcome to the club, Twilight.”

“Ugh…. g-great. This was one thing I didn’t need my teacher to know about…” Twilight turned her gaze to Luna. “Why did you tell her? I know Celestia doesn’t have the power to see dreams.”

At this Luna shrank a bit, looking sheepish. “For that, I must apologise, Twilight.” Luna coughed. “I usually try to keep the content of dreams confidential, secret. But in this case, with you being the princess…”

“That wasn’t the only reason, Luna.” Celestia interrupted.

“Huh?” Twilight looked to the alabaster alicorn.

“Well - we have found, over millennia of practice, that there is a good way to… exorcise the build-up of so much thaumic focus. Lessening these sorts of dreams.”

Twilight perked up a bit. “Really? A way to prevent having these kinds of reactions?”

“Yes…” Celestia looked over at a now blushing Luna. “Sometimes… it can be helpful to act out these fantasies… Not all of them, or the most depraved of course! But… parts of them…”

Twilight froze, a pit forming in her stomach. She turned her eyes slowly to Luna.

“I… uh… involved my sister to… ascertain…” Luna haltingly stumbled over her words, trying to gauge them carefully, “Whether this dream might suggest an invitation for me to… satisfy you.”

Twilight felt her face explode from the rush of blood that suddenly streamed into her.

“Only an enquiry! I do assure thee!” Luna slipped back into her Canterlot tongue so easily when embarrassed. “I recall a similar dream that I had, and Celestia was able to locate a spell that allowed her to acquire a… and I never tried that spell myself but I’m sure I could do the same if it would suit. I have always had an interest in experiencing things from a stallion’s perspective and./..” Luna bit her tongue off, puffing out her cheeks in nervousness as she looked at Twilight, trying to see her reaction.

Twilight’s heart was pounding. Her whole body was tingling. Her emotions were thrashing back and forth, a mix of fear and embarrassment… and curios excitement. Very reminiscent of the dream she’d just escaped.

“I-if you think it will help….” She whispered, squeakily.

Luna’s wings shot wide and she smiled lasciviously.

“Hmm… I’m almost sad to be left out. I would have loved to be able to help you, Twilight.” Celestia pouted.

Twilight drew her hooves in, taking a deep breath as she considered. She’d already gone so far… why not admit just a little more of her dark fantasies? Who knows what she might get?

“W-w-well… s-since Luna has never done this spell… maybe you should be there to demonstrate on yourself how to do it… and then… maybe… you could stick around…?”

Celestia smiled, from ear to ear, waggling her eyebrows. She pushed back from the table decisively, rising to her hooves and nodding at her little sister.

“I’ll get the spellbook.”

Twilight squee’d to herself. Maybe having that nightmare wasn’t the worst thing after all.

END

Author's Note

I'm so sorry.

Please know that my door is pitchfork proof.

The idea of ending this as an actual dream became clearer and clearer as time went on... it wasn't originally going to be the plan, but the fun of the awkward breakfast table was just far too amusing to resist.

Perhaps there's a bit of poetry or meaning to this cliche: we've gone through our dark odyssey of depravity... and now come back into the light: like the story, all was revealed as a simple fantasy.

...which might also hint at a lingering, constrained darkness in Twilight's mind.

Not that that's a bad thing! Like us, Twilight will learn to master that part of her, making her a more complete and self-understanding individual.

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