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“Something is amiss, I can feel it,” Luna, Princess of the Night and Arbiter of Dreams, muttered to herself as she observed the swirling tides of Ponyville’s dreams. “But where are you? This… unbalance is similar to the one caused by my Tantabus, though not as prevalent,” she said while analyzing every little aspect of Ponyville’s dreams. “What could be causing this disturbance? A demon? A Dream Strider? No, unlikely in both cases… perhaps it is a Shadow or a Specter… whatever it is, I have to stop it,” she groaned. “I just need to find it!”

A wave of her hands summoned several dozen doors. Rummaging through them for a few seconds eventually revealed one that made her grin. “Weeeeell, since I can’t find the culprit just yet I might as well pay my favorite filly a visit~,” she sang, grinning cheekily.

A white door with pink frames floated until it stopped in front of her. Turning the handle, Luna entered a room she had grown accustomed to over the past years. She spotted a young mare sitting at the edge of a bed, headphones on her head and a controller in her hands. One wall was covered by a large screen displaying a colorful racetrack, on which a green dinosaur drove a much smaller go-kart. Stepping into the room in a giddy stride, Luna closed the door behind her before marching to the bed and sitting next to her friend.

“You’re late, Luna!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed without turning to face the Princess.

“A Princess is never late, Sweetie Belle. I was distracted by my duties. After all, I am a Princess and my job is far too important,” Luna replied as a controller materialized in her hands. The game on the screen suddenly shifted back to a title screen so the two could choose their characters.

“Excuses, excuses~ If you’re afraid to face me, you should just say so, Luuuuna~,” Sweetie Belle sang.

“...Are you perhaps begging me to wipe the floor with you once more, Sweetie Belle?” Luna replied to her friend’s mockery. It was all in good fun, of course, but her pride had been insulted and she would have that corrected. A matching set of headphones appeared on Luna’s head as the two began their race.

Sadly for Luna, despite her best efforts to focus on the game, she couldn’t shake her unease. Just what kind of entity could have so much power to influence the entirety of Ponyville? If this were dark energy, I’d at least be able to track it. She let out a sigh, barely noticing that she was in third place on the screen. She was expecting to hear Sweetie Belle’s playful jibes, but nothing happened. Pulling away from her thoughts as confusion rose within her, she finally noticed that Sweetie Belle’s character was not only in last place, but currently unmoving.

“Sweetie Belle?” She muttered, her headphones turning into mist. Her eyes widened at what she found. Her young friend was frozen in place and trembling wildly, her eyes were unfocused and hazy, and her mouth was agape. “Sweetie Belle!” She cried out and jumped to her feet. Reaching out to the unicorn proved to be a bad idea, for the moment she touched her, Sweetie Belle let out a panicked scream.

“L-Let me goooo! R-Rarity! Rarity, help me!”

Luna’s horn glowed with intense power, ready to aid her friend. A nightmare managed to seize her even during a lucid dream!? That can only be caused by a strong traumatic experience. Was… was she on the receiving end of whatever is responsible for the chaos going around Ponyville? Luna shook her head slowly in contempt. Of course she was… I must help her but this may be my only lead towards the root of this ‘thing’.

With a heavy heart and biting her lower lip, Luna released her spell as the room around her turned darker, gloomier, and colder. It didn’t take long for her worse expectations to be realized. Though, it baffled her that despite being in her direct domain and her being an alicorn did nothing to aid her in seeing what the nightmare actually was.

Suddenly, Sweetie Belle was rudely tossed against the bed. She was struggling, trying to fight against whatever was holding her down, but she could barely move, almost as if she was being physically pinned to the bed.

Something that was then confirmed when the faint stamps of hands began to appear for split seconds at random parts of her body: groping, squeezing, and caressing the young mare all at the same time.

Luna blushed while staring at the lewd act unfolding, though not because of what was happening. Rather, her embarrassment came from watching the rather voluptuous body of her friend. She had known her since she was but a filly, though she had never placed any thought on taking into account her growth up until that moment.

Her choice of clothing, a simple tank-top and panties, did nothing to cover her supermodel figure. Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs ample and strong, her waist was slender while her hips begged to be grabbed, and her breasts were of an impressive size. Then again, she is Rarity’s sister and it shows.

Luna continued to watch while Sweetie Belle begged for mercy and for whatever was assaulting her to stop, but the invisible force driving the nightmare forward did its job, ignoring her pleas and carrying on with their molestation. The Princess of the Night thought she couldn’t be any more horrified only to be proved wrong as Sweetie Belle’s clothes began to slide off her body.

Her tank-top was the first to go, easily moved up her arms and past her head. Her two large breasts bouncing freely now that their imprisonment had ended. Her panties came off next, but in a slow, teasing, almost sensual fashion. Her pussy was revealed in mere seconds, already moistening.

Luna gulped as her friend was laid bare in front of her eyes, even if it was just in the dreamscape, it was just as real as in the real world. Somewhat irritated, the Princess of the Night continued to watch in an effort to understand what exactly she was dealing with.

Then, the hands she could see forming on Sweetie Belle’s white skin truly began to do their work. They groped and squeezed her large breasts with the intent of milking her the same way a farmer would treat a cow. Not content with that, they proceeded to play with her lips, hold her hands, and caress her body with a singular intent behind their actions. The hands spread her legs, leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed for everyone to see her most sacred, intimate part of her body, but the memory of the attacker didn’t care.

With her nethers left exposed, Luna could see the marks of fingers slowly approaching Sweetie Belle’s now drenched pussy and her tail hole. Then, in the blink of an eye, what appeared to be fingers both entered both her holes not too ungently; spreading her wide in a sick desire to explore her insides. The mare’s cries had devolved into muffled moans of desperation as now something else had claimed dominion over her mouth.

“Kyyyyaaaaahhhhhhh!”

Another scream resonated through the room causing Luna to jump into action. With a wave of her hand, everything around them shifted and twisted until the bedroom was split into two different spaces divided in the middle. Next to Sweetie Belle’s bed appeared a second one. On it, however, laid Rarity Belle, currently in the process of suffering the same fate as her little sister. The Princess of the Night couldn’t help but notice the more mature but equally hourglass figure of the older unicorn as she was assaulted by the same entity.

“ENOUGH!” Luna roared. Her horn lit up, her eyes glowed, and with a burst of magic, everything came to an abrupt end. The two mares laid on the bed, though Sweetie Belle quickly regained control of herself. Approaching the young unicorn, Luna asked tentatively. “Sweetie Belle, are you alright?”

Sweetie Belle nodded before looking around, confused. “W-What happened? We were playing and… then I can’t remember anything after that,” she said, but her tone was frightened and she shivered slightly. “What happened to me, Luna? And why the hay am I naked?” She blinked, then covered herself in a hurry. “Pony feathers, I’m naked!”

Closing her eyes, her horn began to spark but whatever she was trying to do wasn’t working.

Luna, still worried about her friend’s well-being, placed a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetie, you’re stressed… why don’t you go put something on instead of imaging it?” With a snap of her fingers, her room returned and Rarity vanished from Sweetie Belle’s sight, but she was still there for Luna to see and watch over as the older mare did not wake into a lucid dream, much like her little sister had done.

“Bummer,” with a cute blush spread over her cheeks, she stood up and moved to her drawer, still a bit apprehensive about her nudity. Something that she was quick to notice. “H-Huh… I don’t remember being so… shy before. I mean, we’re both mares and this is a dream…” she said, moving her arms away.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t like, Sweetie,” Luna said, watching her and Rarity closely.

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “It’s okay, I guess. I’m… I’m feeling a lot better now, Luna.” Arriving at her drawer, she pulled out a fresh pair of panties and a bra. The unicorn held it in front of her for a few seconds, then sighed. “Hey, Luna… do you know what happened to me?”

Luna frowned a little, but knew better than hide the truth from her friend. Nevertheless, she needed all the information she could gather first. “Sweetie, what do you remember?”

“I already told you, Luna, I just froze and then… nothing! All I know is that when I came back to my senses I was scared and my body was cold.”

“Cold?”

“Yeah, but not ice cold or chilly cold, just… cold, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just scary. I hope that makes some sense,” turning around, now pressing her bra closely to her chest, she asked. “Was I… was I having a nightmare?”

“Honestly? I don’t know what was happening to you, Sweetie. I’m baffled, to say the least. You were suddenly pulled from a lucid dream into a nightmare and yet you remember nothing… hmmm… I think it wasn’t a nightmare at all. Sweetie Belle, is there anything you can tell relating to strange and paranormal experiences that have happened to you lately?”

Again, Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Nothing worse than what usually comes out from the Everfree Forest.”

Luna sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, glancing over to Rarity every now and again. It seems she truly doesn’t know what happened to her. I’m also willing to bet the same applies to Rarity, she thought before turning her attention back at Sweetie Belle, who was still topless. Smirking, she crossed her arms. “Say, Sweetie, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your bra size?”

Sweetie Belle let out another groan before moving her arms and the bra away to reveal her tits once more. “I’m an F-cup. Do you see this!?” She asked, presenting her large bras as some sort of evidence. “Rarity has to make them for me! She’s a dang E-cup for ponies sake! And my mom? She’s also a dang E-cup! Why is every mare in my family carrying udders instead of breasts!?” She said while cupping her breasts and glaring at them, accusing them silently.

Luna barked out a laugh. “O-Oh my staaaaars! S-Sweetie, are you complaining about having big breasts when almost every other mare in Equestria, nay, in the entire world complains about the exact opposite problem!?” She asked, barely able to stop herself from laughing every two or so syllables.

“They are stupid ponies that don’t understand why having stupid big breasts sucks so much, Lunaaaaaaa!” The unicorn whined, still cupping her breasts. “My back hurts all the damn time, for starters! Using bras, even these ones that Rarity made especially for me because there’s not a single shop that sells bras my size made for ponies! Do you know how much cow bras hurt? A LOT!”

Luna nodded, smiling, and snorting every now and then while covering her mouth with a hand.

“Oh, and don’t get me started on how I can’t see where I’m walking! I can’t see my toes when I stand still, and they are so. Damn. Sensitive! I hate using bras because, surprise surprise, my nipples are also crazy sensitive, but if I don’t use bras then my back pays the price!” Reluctantly putting on her bra, she stared daggers at Luna’s chest. “What are you, a D-cup? I’d kill to switch tits, Luna.”

Clasping the lock on the front, the unicorn let another frustrated sigh. “And that’s another thing! I can’t touch my back, why? Because my damn udders don’t let me! They’re so big that I can’t reach out on my back! I used to be so nimble when I was filly, but now I can hardly dance at all! By Tartarus, how does Princess Celestia deal with her breasts!? She’s, what, a G or H-cup?”

“G-cup, actually,” Luna replied, still smiling. “You know, I shouldn’t tell you this, but you almost mirrored my sister’s rants almost word for word I simply can not tell you,” she giggled. “Before we became alicorns, my sister complained every day about her huge breasts. Mind you, back in those hectic days we didn’t have bras or anything to truly help out with that, so she had to endure their weight every single day.”

“Then how does she deal with it now? Her balloons look soooo uncomfortable,” Sweetie Belle asked, wincing as she tried to imagine herself in a similar situation as the young Princess of the Sun.

“Simple, my dear Sweetie Belle. Alicornhood. We embody the traits of all ponykind. Many ponies, including the earth ponies themselves, forget that. And two nice additions to that is endurance and strength. Multiplied to fit an alicorn, of course. And voila! No more back pain. After we became alicorns, Celestia grew really fond of her breasts. I mean, you can see how she flaunts them all the time, right?”

Sweetie Belle moved in front of Luna, nearly hitting her face with her pair of milky marshmallows. “Make me an alicorn right now, Luna! I’ll be the Princess of Si--” her plea was suddenly interrupted by her bra snapping open all by itself.

Luna blushed and was taken aback when her entire field of view changed to fit the enormous bouncing and jiggling pair of Sweetie Belle’s tits right in front of her face.

Impossibly, Luna watched as the tender pink nipples of the young unicorn were pinched and twisted only for them to stretch forth as an unknown, unseen force slurped on them hungrily. The alicorn knew that was what happening for she could hear the obscene act happening right in front of her eyes!

The marks of hands appeared once more all over Sweetie Belle’s body, mainly around her thighs, butt, waist, and large breasts. Invisible fingers driven by the mere remnants of an astounding, cold, terrible force danced all over her white, fair skin; marking the unicorn as property, reducing her as a mere plaything… or something far more insidious.

Luna charged her horn to attack again, seeing her friend frozen and her eyes unfocused once more, but the whisper of that nightmare moved first. It slid Sweetie Belle’s panties down with contemptuous ease before bending her forward.

“AAAAHHH! C-COLD! It’s really cold! Stop, please! I-I don’t want this!” Sweetie Belle a moment after the entity easily plunged its member deep within her moistening canal. “I-I don’t like it, b-but it feels good! The cold feels good!”

“Sweetie Belle…,” Luna whispered, horrified, unable to look away from the vile act happening in front of her. As her horn lessened its glow, Sweetie Belle was suddenly lifted into the air and, in an act that was nothing short of mockery, the entities spread her legs wide to present the pussy of her friend, violated and dripping. Then, her asshole also began to spread and the cry of pleasure and panic released chilled her bones.

“NNNGGGHHH! Y-You ruffians! My Spikey-Wikey will end you, you hear me! Ahhh! W-Why is it so cold!?”

The protests and threats of Rarity caught her attention and she turned to see the older unicorn not separated by a veil of her power, but now forcefully brought back into the dreamscape of her little sister by that same entity assaulting the younger unicorn.

Similarly to her sister, Luna watched as Rarity was pinned to her bed and fucked vigorously by that unseen power. She could see her white fold and pink interior spread and contract as an invisible phallus ravaged Rarity’s pussy. Her mouth had been shut either by lips or another cock shoved down her throat.

The cries for help, the ardent protest fo the two mares, and their loud, constant moans made Luna realize something as she stood up and summoned a door. Opening it, fully aware that she would be leaving her dear friends to suffer a terrible experience, she snarled as her eyes glowed with incredible power and raw rage.

“This will never stop until I find the source of this. Whatever you are, you better be ready to face MY WRATH!” Luna roared before shutting it close, vanishing an instant later.

End of Part 1

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!