It seemed at first glance a day like any other. Luna had just finished dressing and grooming herself to the high standard a vice-principal should adhere to. Or that she wanted to adhere to, anyway; it felt good to look good, Luna knew, and she thought she looked quite excellent and proper today.
Not quite perfect, but a fiddly tug of her blazer moved her just an inch closer. She smiled at herself in the mirror, and peeled away to gather up her things and head out the front door. A twist of a knob, then a pull, and she was stepping out into the chilly night air.
Wait a minute.
For a moment Luna felt quite foolish. She stood on her doorstep, in high heels and neat dress pants, and looked up at a sky full of gleaming stars.
She blinked, and the stars had changed. When she looked down at the fancy watch on her left wrist, the hands pointed to half past two—probably.
Back at the stars, back at the watch.
Quarter to four.
“Ahh,” Luna sighed. Her heart fluttered, a giddy little smile blooming on her face. “Another one so soon?”
She felt a little silly talking to herself, but nobody could hear her now, and she quite liked the way her voice sounded now. Not that she didn’t, usually. But now it was… a little deeper, a tad more expressive, a little bit smoother… it all added up to something she could describe perfectly well with a single word that she didn’t like saying.
Well, whatever.
Her car was in the driveway, and the keys to it in her pocket. Far off and yet very close by, she heard the roaring drone of a crowded freeway in this quiet suburban neighborhood of hers.
It made her feel quite warm, despite the night. She moved over to her car, fumbled through her pocket to find the key and pressed the button that unlocked the door, and then she stood still.
She felt very warm. Tight in the chest, too, jittery and restless. She inhaled deeply, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip.
“Why am I hesitating?” she wondered aloud, turning her head one way and then the other. There were houses in both directions, but their lights were off and the sidewalks connecting them empty. “Nobody’s here but me.”
It’d always been true, but saying it made her more confident.
Luna opened up her car door and then threw her keys onto the passenger seat. Then she hesitated again. She leaned on the inside of the door. Her eyes wandered low and spied her reflection in the mirror on the car’s side.
She looked good.
Which she’d expected. But only to an extent. In that mirror, she saw not a single unsightly wrinkle.
She reached up to touch her face, cup her cheek. She turned, flaunting a few different angles. Each one was a pleasant surprise—she felt quite young and flighty, but that mirror was quite addicting.
Eventually she did tire a little. But then she looked down at herself and smiled.
First she stepped out of her shoes, and set them aside. Then, looking away and biting her lip, she reached up and started unbuttoning her blazer. It was very easy; the buttons seemed to pass right through the fabric, making her wonder how they’d ever been secured at all. Soon the blazer was sliding down her shoulders, and soon after that she held it in her hands.
At first she started to toss it into the footwell in front of the passenger seat. But…
Well, that felt very safe. Wasn’t fun at all.
So it went on the ground, and she kicked it away for good measure, quite far out of her reach. Then her fingers found the top button of the neat shirt she’d worn underneath. Here she hesitated again, but she told herself she was committed at this point—and double-checked the stars again. They continued to be a little different, every time she looked at them.
One button, then another. A third. She looked down to watch her hands work; she could see much of her chest now, and everything she saw was smooth and beautiful and egged her on.
It was that shirt, now, that slid down her shoulders. Her breathing grew heavy, heat welling up in her cheeks. Once again she found her reflection. In reality, she was… healthy. Slim, but in sort of an ordinary way.
Here, now, she saw not a blemish anywhere. Her upper body, clad now in just a dark bra, was smooth and supple all over—on the stomach and arms, shadows neatly outlined hints of muscle that she’d expected to be flabby and flat. She breathed and pushed her chest out and let her shirt fall off of her, mesmerized all the while by the sinuous rippling of her stomach.
“Sexier,” she whispered, delighting in the way the word rolled off of her tongue.
She wished she hadn’t said it, after a moment. But it was true—in a sense; for now.
First her hands reached for the clasp of her bra, but then her lips pinched and she reached down for her pants instead. A zipper slid down and then the garment did as well. As she pushed her pants down, the heels of her palms ran along the bare flesh of her long, creamy legs, and confidence came rushing back to her.
After she stepped out of her pants and kicked them far away, she reached again for her bra. Again she hesitated, but this time she did find a clasp and tug at it until it sprang free. And when that happened and she tore the garment away, she looked again towards the mirror, excited and hopeful.
What she saw was beautiful, big and round and perky. With breathless joy, Luna reached up and gently grabbed one breast in each hand. They were so warm, so soft, like heated pillows that followed her wherever she went. She pushed and groped, squeezed them together, let them fall and bounce, cupped them to feel their heft…
“Is this how you feel, Tia?” Luna murmured. She shook her head, sighing and arching her back. Her fingers pressed deep into her bountiful chest, and tingling heat enveloped her.
She shook her head. Celestia complained on occasion of her back, and gravity had had… two decades, perhaps, or more, to have its way with her.
Luna felt much better than her.
One of her hands snaked down between her legs. She sucked in a breath, glancing quickly in several directions. Still she was alone.
A shudder passed through her. After a moment’s deliberation—the conclusion of which was far from rational—she leaned against the car, looked around once again, and started slowly peeling away her panties.
It took only a couple of seconds, she was sure, but it felt like far longer. She spent it all boiling in a rich cocktail of dread and excitement.
And the rush she felt when she finally, finally balled up that last scanty garment and tossed it away… she shuddered and breathed heavily and half-expected to come then and there, as she fell backwards onto the driver’s seat.
But she didn’t. Now she sat in her car, not a stitch covering her. Except for her watch, she realized, but that didn’t stay on long.
Once again her hand wound up between her legs, and what it found was moist and warm and so, so, eager. But she still heard the drone of that freeway…
It was a struggle, to not thrust as many fingers in herself as she could fit. But she swiveled to face the wheel, and pulled the door closed, and buckled in the seatbelt—it ran right between her breasts, which she couldn’t resist giving another playful squeeze. Then she leaned over and picked up the key and stuck it in the ignition.
Her car came to life with such a roar, such a pulsating thrum, that she gasped. Vibrations coursed through her in waves; she leaned back into her chair and moaned, her thighs clenching together.
“Okay,” she purred, trying to match the deep, husky groan of her car’s engine with her sultry voice, “let’s go for a drive.”
Her hands soon settled on the wheel, but first one of them hit a switch on the ceiling. A light turned on, filling the interior of the car with a warm orange glow. Luna sat tall and upright, her grip tight and her whole body tense.
***
The car rumbled and shook, jostling her around. Road and lights and stars rushed past her in a blur.
Other cars, though, they moved so slowly—or they seemed to. Every time one passed her, or she passed one, Luna’s breath hitched. She didn’t dare look anywhere but forwards.
It had to have happened at least once. Someone passing must have glanced over at her, seen… something. Enough. She was well-lit, her breasts bare. Someone had seen that.
What was their reaction?
Shock, disgust, outrage… did they stop and stare, curl their lip, try to veer closer for a better look? Was there someone who felt as warm, looking at her, as she did now? As hungry, as wild?
She’d never know. Her car was one of hundreds, thousands, weaving between one another in this river of lights. Of the things, the people, she passed, she’d remember none.
Would one of them remember her? Had anyone seen enough that they could recognize her a day later?
“Yes,” she told herself, her voice husky. Her thighs pressed together, and their inner edges came away slick with sweat and more. She breathed heavily, writhing in her seat, dreaming of the invisible nobodies speeding by.
***
Things were less exciting once she left the freeway. But she had quite enough excitement to coast for a while—when she pulled into her usual parking space, alone in an empty lot, she barely resisted spreading her lower lips wide and rubbing herself raw then and there. But the lot was lonely, and CHS was of course empty and deserted.
Now Luna sat atop CHS’ rooftop, her front well-lit by the glow of a full moon that sat too low in the sky and swelled to an unnatural size.
Luna sat perilously close to the edge, her naked legs spread wide, dangling off of the side and forced to sway by the wind—which was strangely warm. One of her hands kneaded a breast and pinched a nipple; the other traced taunting circles around her slit.
She was wet. Swelteringly, achingly so. Her world was restless heat, her head swimming and her hips rolling and desperate. She looked down at herself. Her bare chest rose and fell in undulating heaves, made glossy and inviting by a layer of clinging sweat, made to glow by the moonlight.
Anyone who passed by would see her.
Anyone who saw her would want to look.
Her teeth tugged at her bottom lip. One finger slipped inside, while the others spread her folds open. She shuddered and shivered; her inner walls, hot and drenched and silky, clenched around her slender finger, greedy for even more.
A second finger. Her breath hitched; with her thumb she found her clit, swollen and hungry, and pressed on it. An electric buzz shot through her. She moaned, her hips pressing upwards into her palm, driving her fingers deeper.
It didn’t feel like enough. Three fingers. Harder. Faster.
Shapes moved in wandering paths far below her, shadowy and distant. Her eyes squeezed shut, her head leaned back as her back arched. Her fingers obeyed her; she knew what they would do.
Bliss climbed and climbed, but she could so easily picture something just a little bit further… She panted and quivered, pumping her fingers madly.
Finally she peaked. She tensed and spasmed, her hips bucking, a shameless cry escaping her lips. After a moment she leaned back, collapsing onto her elbows; her fingers glistened when they came out of her, even slicker than just before.
Luna sighed. It’d felt good, but…
Never mind, she told herself.
“Good evening,” someone said.
Luna’s heart beat about a dozen times in the span of a second. She pushed away from the edge, whirling and hugging her knees tightly to her chest.
The sight she saw when she turned made her jaw drop.
It was… herself. Or someone that looked very much like her.
Like her but better.
She was quite tall, this other Luna, and, lit from the front as she was by the moon, she glowed and twinkled—but it wasn’t just from the moonlight. Her hair fluttered and billowed in flowing, translucent tresses, bedecked with motes of flickering starlight in too many colors to count. A shining tiara sat glittering atop her brow.
And she was young. Or not; it was difficult to tell. But her face was smooth and round all over, and the gown she wore clung tightly enough to hint at a lithe, trim figure. Luna’s current shape felt suddenly… garish, in a way.
Eventually. It took a while for Luna to find any of her senses—the sight in front of her snatched her breath away, left her gawking and silent.
“My apologies for interrupting,” this other Luna said. Even her teeth managed to twinkle, shown in a little strip behind a mysterious smile. “But you were set to end your dream in a moment, and I thought it’d be less embarrassing to wait.”
Luna blinked.
She shrank and wilted, balling up tightly, shameful heat incinerating her.
“Hmm.” The other Luna tapped her chin thoughtfully—then gave her hand a curious frown, and looked down at herself. Her head tilted, her luscious lips quirking to the side as she tugged at the dress she wore. “I’m told this sort of thing means more to you than it does me,” she said. “Would it help if I took it off? Then we’d be more equal, right?”
“Wha—” Luna blinked again, shaking her head. Her brow furrowed. “You’re… from that other place? Where Sunset, and the Dazzlings—”
“I am,” the other Luna said. “I’m usually a pony, but…” She shrugged her slender shoulders. “Well, dreams don’t need to make total sense, do they?”
Luna stared blankly, then somehow shriveled up further. Wasn’t… wasn’t this other Luna a princess, or something? That rang true to her.
There was a long, silent pause. Luna spent all of it frozen and petrified.
Eventually Princess Luna looked down and away with a quiet sigh. “I thought you wanted someone to see you,” she said, slowly and carefully. “Was I wrong?”
“I…” Luna balled up tighter still, looking away. “I don’t know, I—”
She heard a gentle breath, then a rustle of fabric… then a frustrated sigh and a rush of flame.
When she lifted her head, she saw Princess Luna, as naked as she was, moving to sit on the edge a little more than arm’s length away from her.
“We don’t usually wear many clothes,” Princess Luna said, facing forwards, “so the appeal of the dream’s a little…” She bobbed her head side-to-side. “But I’ve seen worse. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Luna couldn’t agree with that at all, rationally speaking. But the steady calm of that other Luna was quite infectious—her voice was soft and gentle, her posture relaxed… over the span of a few long seconds, Luna found herself imitating her more and more.
“What’re you doing here?” Luna asked.
Princess Luna made a quiet, thoughtful murmur at that. She glanced upwards; her tiara became wreathed in an undulating aurora and floated off of her head to come to a rest on the ground beside her.
“I was a little curious what the Luna of this world was like,” she said.
That made Luna want to close up again.
“That’s why I looked. Why I came is, well…” Princess Luna glanced at Luna out of the corner of her eye. “Normally, when someone’s dreaming about sex, it involves them getting the kind they want. Are you?”
“Oh.” Luna sucked in a breath and sighed. She looked down at herself and felt ridiculous. Her knees lifted towards her chest.
“Ah. So there is something wrong, then.”
“I—” Luna turned away, wrapping her arms around her knees. “I couldn’t. Not… not really. Any of… this.”
“Mmm. No, I imagine not.” Princess Luna’s voice drew closer. “When did you realize this was a dream?”
“What?”
“You did realize, I presume. Was it after you started undressing?”
“N—no, of course not! I’d never…” Luna pushed out a sharp breath, hanging her head. “Not for real.”
“ ‘Not for real,’ hmm?” Princess Luna said.
“It’s a dream,” Luna blurted. “If it weren’t for that, then… nothing that you saw would have happened.” Her hands tightened, her fingers pressing into the flesh of her arms.
“Oh, I believe that. But you’re in control of your actions here, aren’t you? You’re thinking rationally, you’re—”
Luna shot Princess Luna a look.
“… Somewhat rationally. The point is… if you are so lucid, what makes your choices here any less real than the ones you make while you’re awake?”
“I…” Luna looked away, huffing and shaking her head. She unfolded a little bit, enough that she could get a good look at how she looked in the dream. “Look, in… in high school, in college, I was…” The words that came first to mind, she couldn’t make herself say. “Pretty. I… got noticed… not as much as Tia, but—”
Laughter caught her ear and drew her eye. She swiveled to see Princess Luna tittering quietly—when their eyes met, Luna was given a smile that managed to be gentle and kindly, but dazzling at the same time.
“It felt good, didn’t it?” Princess Luna said. “Being noticed?”
It took Luna a moment to realize she was staring. Princess Luna was even more beautiful than she’d first thought—it was impossible not to notice, now that they were closer. Luna made herself face forwards, her cheeks flushing as she laughed nervously. “Sometimes,” she mumbled. “Sometimes it’s someone you don’t want noticing you, sometimes it makes you go a little crazy…”
“But sometimes you brighten someone’s day just by noticing them. Sometimes people you’ve never met tell you the nicest things.”
“Yeah. Yeah, that…” Luna found herself smiling, thinking about it. But it was a small, wistful smile. “But that was then. It was fun, but I’m… in a different place, now.”
The response to that was a thoughtful murmur. Luna glanced in Princess Luna’s direction, and saw an arched eyebrow and eyes turned downwards.
“Are you seeing the same thing that I am?” Princess Luna asked.
“What?”
It took a moment for Luna to realize where Princess Luna was looking. When she did, her heart fluttered, and for a moment some of that electric heat from before came creeping back.
But then she felt quite foolish once again, because Princess Luna’s tone was quite clinical, quite neutral. Nudity wasn’t sexual for her, Luna reminded herself.
So if—if—she was reading it right, and Princess Luna had just implied she looked pretty…
“N-no, this—” Luna shook her head once again, turning her eyes downwards. Her skin was not this smooth, her figure not so carefully-sculpted, her face not so youthful. “This isn’t me,” she murmured. Saying that made her chest tighten and her stomach churn. “I can’t be this way.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not young anymore. I work at a school. With… children—teenagers.” Half a dozen other reasons came flooding in. “I just can’t,” she mumbled. “And… I’m alright with that. It is what it is. I just… I don’t know.”
“Out there,” Princess Luna said, “those are good reasons for you to be more… conservative, let’s say. But here?” She leaned in closer. “Those are reasons why you won’t. Nothing more.”
“But—”
“How long did it take? Once you realized you were dreaming, how long did it take for you to… indulge?”
“I…” Luna looked down, frowning. She thought for a moment. “It was like flipping a switch,” she mumbled. After another moment she thought about what she’d just said. What it meant.
“There are two sides to this,” Princess Luna said. “You can’t use dreams to replace your life. But if there are things you cannot do outside of a dream, then dreams are exactly the place to do them. So. What do you want?”
Luna wasn’t certain she wanted to look again, but she did.
Princess Luna was quite close, now. It was difficult to meet her eyes—her naked body glowed in the moonlight, looking so soft and smooth and perfect everywhere that Luna just had to touch it, to see if it could live up to that impossible standard. But she restrained herself long enough to turn her attention upwards, and then she was spellbound yet again.
She felt important. The kindness twinkling in Princess Luna’s big, bright eyes was intoxicating, mesmerizing. Made her feel like she could do anything.
“I…” Luna fumbled for her words. Her head felt so much clearer when she managed to look away, but it still spun. She felt jittery and warm as she looked out over the city below them. “They can… see me better… down there,” she murmured quietly. It didn’t feel half as right as she wanted it to, saying that.
“So they can.”
The steady, graceful confidence in Princess Luna’s voice made Luna want to be better. She tried to make herself sit upright, pull her shoulders back—remember that sweltering excitement of a little while ago and imagine that something greater still might be within reach.
“You’ve made yourself quite a sight,” Princess Luna said. “I’m sure they’ll notice.”
Luna blinked, her cheeks warming again. She looked to Princess Luna again, but it was impossible to know whether lust lurked behind that enigmatic smile.
“You’re usually a horse,” Luna said, laughing anxiously. “How would you…”
“Dreams work on feelings more than logic,” Princess Luna said. “I can tell what feelings you want your form to evoke.”
That was… maddeningly unhelpful.
“So.” Princess Luna held out her hand. “Shall I come with you?”
A distant and buried part of Luna asked her to maybe think on that, for just a moment.
But Princess Luna’s hand, when it wrapped gently around Luna’s, was every bit as pleasant as it’d looked, and as soon as they touched Luna’s pulse was quick and the most she could do was make herself smile pleasantly instead of grinning like a giddy child.
“I’d like that,” Luna said.
***
Canterlot Mall was quite a desolate place at this lonely hour—it should have been open still, Luna thought, but there wasn’t a soul anywhere in sight.
But that might have been for the better. Thinking about the alternative made her chest constrict and her fingers press tightly into the flesh of Princess Luna’s hand.
“Is this better?” Princess Luna asked, giving her a warm smile.
“I… maybe,” Luna squeaked. She felt very, very exposed. Because she was, of course. They were in the middle of a courtyard, far from the entrances with nothing at hand but each other, and she was naked from head to toe.
But Princess Luna made no attempt to cover herself. Her posture was relaxed and almost casual, despite the circumstances. She made it all seem very normal—left to her own devices, Luna might have scrambled to cover at least her chest or crotch, but that seemed now to be shameful and indecent, oddly enough.
“I’m nervous,” Luna said quietly. “Should I be?”
“It’s alright if you are.” Princess Luna turned to face her head-on. Both her hands held Luna’s, in a grip as gentle as it was steady. “But be bold. This is the hour to do only as you desire. When you awake, all that happened here will be behind you.”
“Right.”
Luna paused. She looked down, at the hands holding hers. But she could see much more, at that angle: long, slender legs, alluring hips and perky breasts. Things she hadn’t gotten to touch yet, all of them.
“Does that include you?” Luna murmured, managing to make herself meet Princess Luna’s eyes.
A flicker of hesitation took hold of Princess Luna for a moment. Her mouth opened, but it took a little while for her to speak. “I… could come back, if you needed me,” she said.
Her eyes flicked downwards—wishful thinking alone was enough to quicken Luna’s pulse.
“It’s been a lovely conversation, and an interesting one,” Princess Luna continued, her eyes now primly raised. “But there are many troubled dreams that need my attention. If, after this night, all goes well in your dreams, I think it safer not to expect me.”
“Oh. Alright.” Luna’s eyes fell—which once again set them on a path to roam over Princess Luna’s body, and that put a twist in her gut.
For a long moment nothing was said.
But Princess Luna stayed right where she was.
“So am I… taking up your time?” Luna murmured.
“Your dream isn’t over yet. So long as my presence here helps you towards a satisfactory resolution, it’s no waste.”
Luna thought about that for a moment. Butterflies flurried in her stomach, her cheeks warming.
Be bold, she’d been told a moment ago.
“Now, then—” Princess Luna cleared her throat. “What would you like to—?”
Hoping she wasn’t doing something incredibly stupid, Luna stepped forwards, put her hands on Princess Luna’s face and kissed her A shuddering gasp put a rush of hot air into her throat. When their lips parted with a quiet smack after a few moments, Luna swallowed, her chest tightening at Princess Luna’s wide-eyed expression.
“I’m… not going to get another chance to do that, right?” Luna murmured, her hands pulling away and falling to fidget in front of her.
For a moment she wondered if she’d screwed up. Misread things. But then an arm looped around her waist and she was pulled close to a warm and inviting chest, and she looked up to see bright, curious eyes twinkling with delight.
“I was… wondering,” Princess Luna whispered, her voice low and smooth and everything Luna wished to be, “whether I was the only one thinking about that.”
Luna’s heart fluttered and skipped. Princess Luna looked even more beautiful up close like this—it made Luna feel giddy and young and beautiful herself.
“Should—” Luna smiled despite herself, even as she looked down and away. “Should we not? Is this… some kind of bad thing?”
Princess Luna’s lips pursed, and she made a quiet hum. “Quite possibly.” She reached up and pressed gently an elegant finger to Luna’s quivering lips. “I won’t tell anyone,” she whispered, leaning her head in close, “if you won’t.”
Luna could do very little to that but nod. Warm breath on her cheeks and inviting scents tickling her nostrils… she was in heaven, but then those luscious lips, softer and sweeter than anything she knew, found hers, and she melted like wax in a fire. Princess Luna was there to catch her; their chests pressed together, hands running to many different places in search of something soft to fondle and finding many delights.
“There’s nobody around,” Luna murmured, sweeping her gaze across what she could see of the mall beyond her lovely companion. “Is that…?”
“It’s your dream, remember?” As if seeking to prove her point, Princess Luna pressed her palm into Luna’s breast. “If you allow yourself to want it, then it’ll happen.”
Luna swallowed and shuddered, and not just because of how wonderful Princess Luna’s hands felt. “Alright. So how do I do that?”
“Well, in my… highly experienced opinion…” Princess Luna leaned in close, her breath and lips warm and electric on Luna’s neck, her voice low and filled with desire. “I think you should relax and enjoy yourself.”
One of those things was made very easy. Luna nodded, her reply a breathless stammer that eventually coalesced into a quiet “If you say so.”
“I do.” Princess Luna’s hand slithered down, taking a grand tour of Luna’s shapely upper body and finding many curves enticing enough to stop and cherish. But it came soon to rest between Luna’s legs.
It was a soft, gentle touch, but that was more than enough to drive Luna wild. Her breath hitched, her hands on Princess Luna’s hips, dragging her closer.
A finger was placed on her lips, and her eyes entangled in a captivating smile. Princess Luna waggled that finger, glancing down at it curiously. “I do quite like these things,” she purred, “but I think I’m more proficient with something else.”
Her tongue wriggled out and ran over her glossy lips, stealing Luna’s attention and becoming the delighted target of a lusty stare.
“So,” Princess Luna whispered, “pick a place.”
As she spoke, the heel of her palm made small circles. Buzzes and tingles and heat radiated from Luna’s core; very little thought was spared for the bench she waved a hand at. It met the lofty standard of looking as though it’d support her weight. “There,” she said.
Princess Luna looked to follow the gesture. She swiveled and shifted, repositioning to stand by Luna’s side to cling to her arm and hold her hand. “Let’s go,” she purred.
Luna was breathless and eager the whole way over to the bench. Her eyes darted and wandered, but still the mall was empty and lonely. Her hand caught in Princess Luna’s, she walked at a quick pace, unashamed of her nakedness.
Soon she sat down. Princess Luna stood in front of her and leaned forwards, stealing a kiss from her and exploring her body with inciting fingertips. Luna quivered, gasped as one of those fingers brushed a stiff nipple—her thighs pressed together, the space between them suffocated and soaked.
The kiss ended. Princess Luna gave her a sweltering look, her mesmerizing eyes half-lidded and effortlessly sensual. She sank back and down to her knees, pushing her hands forwards to spread Luna’s legs apart.
A warm breath, tickling the inside of Luna’s thigh, was enough to make her squirm. She bit her lip, leaning back. Her clit throbbed, her core caught in a furnace.
When her ragged eyes climbed upwards, she saw, through the window of the mall, that the sky had brightened. Not to a morning, but neither, now, was it the dead of night.
Her heart raced. She glanced from one direction to the other—off in the distance, on the streets going past the mall, shadowy shapes meandered. Her chest tightened.
Another warm breath, but this time closer. More intimate. Now it was fingers that brushed her inner thighs. Her breath hitched, her hips rolling. A groan, stifled only partially, escaped her lips. She looked to see Princess Luna leaning forwards, inching closer—and pausing, to direct a sultry smirk upwards.
Somewhere far off, she heard a glass door sliding open. Her head jerked to face the noise, only to shortly be beckoned forwards by Princess Luna’s voice.
“Be bold,” Princess Luna whispered. “And enjoy it.”
With that she made the final advance, and her tongue slipped out from between her lips.
In a matter of moments blissful lightning tore through her. She couldn’t have directed Princess Luna’s tongue if she’d had the presence of mind to try, but it found all sorts of places she wanted. It reached deep, glided and danced. Luna hissed and groaned.
Her mind quickly wandered. The corners of her vision reminded her how very open her current location was. She couldn’t hide—and did she want to?
She listened and watched and felt. Princess Luna’s eyes had fallen halfway shut; for a moment she paused to peer upwards, and the desire in her eyes, the fervor in her smile, set Luna’s nerves alight almost as much as a tongue had been doing a moment ago.
And if Princess Luna, more beautiful by far than anyone Luna would ever meet in her regular life, could look at her like that…
Luna squeezed her eyes shut, her thighs pressing together. Deeper, farther, faster, that tongue ravished her, and her imagination ran wild. Almost as clearly as if it were actually in front of her, she pictured a growing crowd. Three people, five, a dozen, two dozen, more and more, all spellbound and frozen.
It was just for a moment, that she craned her neck and turned her eyes towards the sky as she moaned and squirmed.
Then, when she looked back down, there was nobody there. She gave a start, shaking her head—but a twisting, curling tongue, or something that felt exactly like one, still writhed inside her, and warm fingers still teased her thighs, still spread her folds apart.
Luna pondered that, as much as she could ponder anything that wasn’t to do with parting her legs and rocking her hips, for exactly as long as she didn’t look anywhere else.
Because she wasn’t alone anymore. Those shadowy shapes now roamed the mall, in very sparse numbers. They were not people—there was no mistaking that—but they looked like people, moved like people…
One of them had been walking with their head down. Now that head lifted, and eyes—clearer than the rest of the blurry shape by far—widened and blinked quickly.
Luna’s pulse reached a blistering pace. Her teeth found her lower lip. And she hissed, an invisible tongue striking her clit and making her tremble.
It felt good. Better than anything she knew.
Her hands ran up her sides, snaking up to squeeze and mold her breasts. A smile came to her face, broad and gleaming, and the stare she’d been sending that shape turned smokey.
That shape turned away sharply, and marched away at a brisk pace—interrupted often enough by half-hearted turns that they ran into more than one wall on their way back to the door.
Luna’s heart raced, and it seemed other things did too.
The sky brightened further, before her very eyes. In what felt like only a few moments it was morning, then midday.
And everywhere she looked, now, people. Still shadowy, but more solid than they’d been. For a moment it was like plunging into ice—but she squeezed and squirmed, and whatever was happening between her legs kept flooding her with delight.
Her eyes fell shut—it was others who’d do the noticing, not her. She arched her back, playing with her breasts. Footsteps and indistinct murmurs drifted past her, among other sounds.
A scandalized gasp. A leering whistle. The click of a camera. She felt eyes crawling over her, savoring the curve and bounce of her breasts, the glossy sheen on her supple legs.
Ecstasy took her, climbing higher and higher. She expected a zenith, and blew right by it.
But there was one, eventually.
She cried out, loud and devoid of shame. Her hips bucked and thrashed, her thighs splattered and soaked. Heaving, jittery breaths sent shudders and ripples through her body. The echo of her voice reached far and endured.
For what felt like an eternity, she quivered, her limbs turned to jelly and her head spinning.
When she came down from that high she leaned backwards, slumping against the back of the bench, her sweat-slicked chest heaving and her head lolling.
But to her surprise, she leaned back much further than the bench should have allowed—and it was a soft mattress that she landed on. She blinked, and was suddenly staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom, sprawled out atop her sheets.
Frowning, she sat up, glancing hurriedly in both directions. “Are you still here?”
A quiet titter came from behind her. She turned to look, and there was Princess Luna, lying on her side on the bed, every bit as naked as she’d been before.
“I thought you might doubt who was really catching their eye, if I was visible,” Princess Luna said with a twinkling smile.
Luna stared for a moment, then laughed, hanging her head. “That sounds like me.” She breathed, then scooted closer and reached out.
Princess Luna lifted her torso and let herself be pulled into a hug.
“Thanks,” Luna murmured into Princess Luna’s chest. “I think I needed that.”
She was kissed again—but this time it was just a chaste peck on her forehead, enough only to make her eyes lift. It might have been quite disappointing, if she were less worn-out.
“My pleasure,” Princess Luna said, her eyes sparkling and joyful.
But her choice of words made Luna gape and glance downwards. “Oh,” she mumbled. “You didn’t…” When she got an arched eyebrow as a response, she, very gently, slipped her leg between Princess Luna’s, until realization flashed through those bright eyes.
“Well…” Princess Luna cleared her throat and afterwards somehow managed to look official and composed without any clothes on. “I am technically fulfilling my royal duties, as shepherd of dreams,” she said. “It would be quite irresponsible to linger for that reason.”
Luna shot her a look.
Very soon, Princess Luna looked away and made a mischievous smile. “However, if you are… so determined,” she said, setting her hands on Luna’s hips and pulling their bodies closer together, “there is a rumor, in my realm, that half the time, if you dream of bedding me, you actually are.”
“Is it true?”
Princess Luna’s eyebrows made a sly little hop. “Depends on how exact you need to be.”
Luna’s breath hitched, but whatever reply she may have made went unspoken; very soon her lips were being put to a different use. Warmth and sweet tastes and scents took hold of her, and she was rolled gently onto her back to lie on her pillows.
The kiss ended, and as Princess Luna rose and peeled away from the bed, Luna’s bedsheets became enveloped in an undulating glow and lifted to cover her.
“Have a good night,” Princess Luna said with one last smile.
Luna nodded and smiled. Things faded and blurred and darkened, and she felt herself slipping away.
She couldn’t wait to dream again.
