Anything for My Princess

Chapters

Chapter the First: Drawn In
Chapter the Second: Waking Nightmare
Chapter the Third: A Probative Visit
Chapter the Fourth: Pip's Room
Chapter the Fifth: Meeting Pipsqueak
Chapter the Seventh: Failure to Comply
Chapter the Eighth: Miscommunication
Chapter the Ninth: A Picnic at the Park
Chapter the Tenth: The First Desperate Measure
Chapter the Eleventh: Pain
Chapter the Twelfth: A Relaxed Evening
Chapter the Thirteenth: The Turning of the Tables
Chapter the Fourteenth: A Step Up
Chapter the Fifteenth: Distraught
Chapter the Sixteenth: Reprieve
Chapter the Seventeenth: The Last Straw
Chapter the Eighteenth: Calm Before the Storm
Chapter the Nineteenth: Lunar Fissure
Chapter the Twenty-First: The Results
Chapter the Twenty-Second: The Breaking Point
Chapter the Twenty-Third: Reset
Chapter the Twenty-Fourth: Rebuilding a Relationship
Chapter the Twenty-Fifth: Naptime
Chapter the Twenty-Sixth: Relaxation
Chapter the Twenty-Seventh: Birth of a Romance
Chapter the Twenty-Eighth: Pipsqueak's Power
Chapter the Twenty-Ninth: Finding Contentment in Simplicity
Epilogue the First: The Very Best of Friends
Epilogue the Second: Pipsqueak, Realized
Chapter the Sixth: Return to Dreamland
Chapter the Twentieth: Pipsqueak is Tested

Chapter the First: Drawn In

"Your brother loves you, Cosmic. He may be forceful and mean, but he's only trying to harden your resolve."

Luna placed a hoof on the young colt's shoulder. He looked up at her, then lowered his gaze back to the void below him. "It doesn't feel like he loves me."

"Oh, no?" She turned and walked through a portal of her own make. "Come. Let us see what your brother is having nightmares about."

Cosmic's ears perked up. "You mean he's actually scared of something?"

"Everypony is. What would make your brother any different?"

Rubbing his hooves together, the colt rushed into the portal. He wanted to know how to scare his brother.

On the other side of the portal, he saw a smaller version of his brother being beaten up by two bigger colts. And yet, it was Cosmic's face on the body. "Is that me?!"

Luna nodded. "What your brother fears the most is that you will suffer from bullying the same way he did. He wants you to be able to stand up to him, even despite his current size."

"Why does he think that'll happen to me?"

Luna waved her horn and everything became much more clear. It truly was his brother, his lip fat and bleeding. "Take my lunch!" he cried out. "Please, just take my lunch and leave me alone!"

The larger of the two colts slammed his hoof across his face. "This ain't about the lunch, no more. You disrespected me by lookin' at my girl. You ever look at 'er again, and I'll rip the rest of your teeth out, ya hear?"

His brother nodded, and with one more kick to his ribs, they walk off, stomping on the brown paper bag that contained his lunch on the way out. The injured colt just curled up on the floor, crying and shivering.

"I had no idea," admitted Cosmic. "I thought he was just a jerk."

"A common problem," nodded Luna. "In order to better protect ourselves from that which we fear, the greatest shield we can ask for is understanding."

Cosmic flopped to the floor. "What do I do?"

Luna smiled and shook her head. "It is not my place to tell you how to solve your problems. I'm just here to help you figure them out."

They were silent for a moment, then Cosmic stood up, turned around and hugged the princess. "I think I know. Thank you, Luna."

With a small hug back, Luna turned and left, disappearing through a doorway back into the void.

That was fairly typical for her. She would pop into somepony's nightmare, help them make sense of it, and it would help them cope with their lot in life. She enjoyed it, with the reward being a string of foals that would grow into well-rounded adults.

As she was looking around for more nightmares, she felt a tugging on her tail. It was small at first, but it didn't take long for it to grow in strength, drawing her to whatever it was that was calling her. Normally, she'd let it guide her, but lately, it was always the exact same thing, from the exact same colt. She fought back, to little avail, but there wasn't much she could do. He had her in his grasp, and he wasn't about to let go.

When she landed in her cage, at least he seemed to be most of the way through his dream, so there was some good news, at least. She was surrounded by crudely-designed pirates all wearing the same belt and bandana combo, holding swords in their teeth.

Then the door busted down, with the tiny colt that bucked it off the hinges standing in the archway. "You've met your match, pirate scum!"

Luna felt her body being forced upward as her mouth spewed words she hadn't called for. "My hero! Oh, save me, save me!"

Normally, she'd blast the cage to bits and every single one of the pirates that had taken her captive, but she couldn't make that move. Not on her own volition. She was being forced to take the role of a playtoy, and she couldn't do anything to stop it.

The colt ran through the room, slashing down two to three pirates with every swing of his giant sword. He didn't even need to hit them, he would just swing at them, and they'd go flying. Such was the norm for a child's dream, but some of them didn't even look like they were close enough to even touch the sword.

Of course, all of them waited for him to rush up to them, rather than preparing for him or trying to adjust their strategy apart from just a simple sword swing. Not until the colt turned and rushed up the ramps was there any degree of difficulty presented to him. At the top, just in front of the cage, stood the captain.

He was different from the other pirates, as, rather than a cutlass, he carried an estoc. Rather than a bandana, he wore a red tricorne with a fluffy blue plume. Rather than a belt, we wore a long red coat with a popped collar.

"Yar! Ye be takin' my treasure, now, boy?"

"That's right, Captain Badguy! She's not yours!"

"Yar! That be Cap'n Badguy! Engarde!"

What followed was a very pitiful excuse for stage fighting. They were just circling their swords around until they hit each other. There was no hoofwork, no dodging, they weren't even trying to hit each other. It was just their swords clashing against each other, steel on steel.

This continued until the colt poked the captain once in the chest. "Yar!" he cried out dramatically. "Oh, no! I have been slain! Curse you, Dread Captain Pipsqueak, greatest pirate of the seven seas!"

At the captain fell over, apparently dead from a bloodless poke, Pipsqueak slashed the lock off the cage. "My hero!" shouted Luna, again against her wishes, as she pushed the door open and hugged him. "I knew you would come for me, my love!"

"I'll always be there to protect you," he smirked. "You're my mare."

As Luna fell back, the room immediately turned into Pipsqueak's captain's cabin, and her cage into a bed. It was now time for the part she dreaded, that kept coming up. She struggled to break free, but her body was not moving as she commanded. She could see her hoof caressing his face with no bindings, she just couldn't command it to smack him awake.

"My love," he breathed, penetrating her with his cock. This was highly inappropriate for a colt his age. "Do you love it?"

She didn't. She wanted to leave this nightmare, to return to the others that needed her, but her body was not responding as such. As much as she wanted to tell him to wake up, to realize what he was doing, the only words she could cry out were "Yes, my love! More!"

Chapter the Second: Waking Nightmare

When Luna pulled herself out of bed, she was exhausted. She needed a shower, but her clock said it was time for breakfast, first. She rolled onto her hooves and hoisted herself up, her hooves clacking against the floor loudly as she made her way to the door.

He was just a foal. How was he already this powerful in the art of dreamwalking, that he could pin her down with just a thought? And more importantly, why was he having such lurid dreams in the first place? How had he learned any of this stuff, and from whom?

She shook the thoughts from her head as she pushed the door open and stepped out into the hallway. She was running on an empty stomach, and needed something to pick herself up, especially on a morning such as this. Some coffee, at least.

As she walked into the dining hall, she was greeted by two and a half smiling faces. The first was Celestia, chowing down on a tall stack of pancakes. The second was a different tall stack of pancakes, sitting in front of her chair, absolutely doused in peach jam and corn syrup, with whipped cream as the eyes and mouth, and a cherry for the nose. The final half-face had already lost its other half down Celestia's monstrous gullet.

"Saved you some pancakes, Woona!" called Celestia through a mouthful of refined sugars.

Not even acknowledging Celestia's greeting, Luna turned and walked right to the espresso machine, brewing a triple-shot espresso with no accoutrements.

"Sleep well?" asked Celestia.

"No."

"Why not? What happened? Did you have another nightmare?"

Luna dropped a single ice cube into her drink to cool it, then sat down in front of the pancakes. "I don't want to talk about it."

Celestia grabbed the plate in her magic and gave it a funny voice as she waved it in front of Luna. "Oh, Luna, you know you can tell Mr. Pancakes anything. He won't judge you!"

Luna pushed the plate away. "Go away, Mr. Pancakes..."

"But Luna, you know Mr. Pancakes is your friend!"

"Not right now."

"C'mon, please?! Please, Luna!"

As Mr. Pancakes edged closer, he spilled a mouthful of Luna's coffee. She immediately grabbed a butter knife and drove it between Mr. Pancakes's eyes.

"Now that was uncalled for, Luna," scoffed Celestia, putting Mr. Pancakes back on the table and dressing his knife wound with raspberry jam. "He's only trying to help."

"He can help by letting me drink my coffee."

"He wouldn't bug you if you just ate him."

This triggered a memory in Luna's head, calling back several nights to when she'd used her mouth on the colt that was bugging her, and still he was pestering her. "That doesn't work."

"Sure it does," said Celestia, holding up her own plate. "His brother's nice and quiet."

Unimpressed, Luna cast her own spell on her sister's pancakes, making them scream profanities at her for eating them. "We're still alive, you gluttonous bitch!"

Celestia put her hooves up. "Fine, fine, truce."

With a nod, Luna called off her spell and took a sip of her drink. It was good. She was really regretting that it had spilled.

"So why don't you tell me what's bothering you, and we can drop the façade?"

Luna took a deep breath and looked around. Seeing that they were alone, she clicked the lock on the door and sound-proofed the room. Celestia immediately dropped her cheer, as this was serious now.

"I believe I've been sexually assaulted."

Celestia's jaw dropped. "Do you think it's one of the guards?"

"No, I... What?"

"Sneaking into your room at night to grope you through your blankets, rubbing their dicks against your lips, soaking your hoof in warm water so that you think it's just pee and not excitement?"

Luna reached up and rubbed her temples. "Tia, I'm being serious."

"So am I! the thought of the guards all having their way with you has me worried!"

Luna facehoofed. "Yeah, me too, now..."

"Then it's settled. We'll start locking your door at night. Problem solved. Now, will you eat your pancakes?"

Luna sighed. "Forget it. If you're not going to listen, what's the point? I'm out of here..."

As Luna unlocked the door, Celestia locked it again. "Sit down... I'm sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood. You're so dour all the time, and I just want you to smile every so often."

Taking a deep breath, Luna sat down. She didn't really want to leave her coffee, anyway.

"For the past two weeks, every time I dreamwalk at night, I'm pulled into a new scenario, or sometimes even the same one a few times. Last night, I was the daughter of a baron, kidnapped by a pirate and put in a cage until my saviour came to rescue me."

Celestia shrugged. "And?"

"He dispatched the whole band of pirates on his own, cut me out of the cage, and brought me back to his ship. We had sex on his bed."

"Sounds romantic."

"I didn't consent to it, Tia!"

"So? Tell him no. Change the dream. Walk out if he's bothering you that much."

"I can't!" shouted Luna. "That's the problem! There's something about his dreams, his desires... They're hugely powerful. I can't combat them."

Celestia was quiet for a moment. "Are you sure he's doing it on purpose?"

"Positive. It always starts at midnight, and is very consistent of late."

Celestia closed her eyes and nodded. "I'll have him arrested and his house raided right away for magical contraband. Give me a name and a location, and I'll have him locked away by lunch."

Luna shook her head. "No."

"What do you mean, "no?" Do you actually want him taking advantage of you like that?"

Luna shook her head again. "It's not that. I think he's doing it on purpose, sure, but I don't think he has a grasp of exactly what it is he's doing."

"What do you mean?"

Luna thought about it for a moment. "Any idiot can pour the contents of two glass jars into a larger glass jar. If those two compounds interact, however, the effects of the chemicals can be absolutely devastating. A child could mix bleach and hydrogen peroxide together, thinking they're both just stinky water, and then boom: dead foal, hole in the side of the house. They knew what they were doing, but not what it would result in."

Celestia nodded. "I think I see what you're going at... So, how do you want to handle it?"

Luna finished her coffee. "He's in Ponyville. I'm going to go see him; have a talk with his parents, look around his bedroom, see if there's anything I can do to convince him to calm down a bit."

With a nod, Celestia unlocked the doors. "I think that's a good idea. Can I have your pancakes?"

Luna scooted them across the table. "You know I prefer waffles..."

Chapter the Third: A Probative Visit

Warning her guards not to say anything to Celestia, Luna had them land in front of Pipsqeak's house in Ponyville. Most ponies were at work right now, but in all likelihood, his mother would be home, tidying up.

She knocked on the door, and to her surprise, a short stallion opened the door. "Princess Luna! To what do I owe the honour of your visit?"

Luna turned her head to the side. "Are you, by chance, the parent or guardian of young Pipsqueak?"

"I'm his dad. Why, is he in danger?"

Luna shook her head. "Not as of this moment, but he may be in the future. I'd very much like to prevent that. May I speak with you privately?"

He opened the door all the way and stood aside. "Of course, of course, come in, come in."

Luna stepped inside and looked around. It seemed to be a perfectly reasonable place. There were display cases with baubles and trinkets, photographs and paintings on the wall, mostly family members and general landscapes. A large, overstuffed sofa sat in the center of the room perpendicular to a large armchair, in front of both of which was a glass coffee table. In the middle of the table was a lit candle, filling the room with the aroma of apples and cinnamon, and at one end of the table was a pile of half-opened envelopes.

"Sorry for the mess," blushed Pipsqueak's dad, rushing to put away the envelopes. "I was just corresponding to some... ahem, correspondence... when you called. I haven't quite finished cleaning up. I thought I had more time, you see. I wasn't expecting company. Oh, where are my manners? Tea? Biscuits?"

Luna held up her hoof. "Just tea, if you don't mind."

As he rushed into the kitchen, Luna looked at the "mess" that he had spoken about. Through the kitchen door, she could see a sink full of dirty dishes, and the coat rack by the front door was a little too crowded, but other than that and a half-sorted pile of mail, there was nothing particularly messy about it. It looked almost pleasant, actually.

Her host returned from the kitchen. "It'll be a few minutes before the water's ready for the tea. I hope the wait isn't too troublesome, Princess."

Luna waved her hoof. "No trouble at all. This is an unscheduled visit, after all."

"Thank you, your highness. Please, have a seat."

Luna lowered herself onto the couch. It was clean, and mostly in good condition, though it was worn in the seat cushion and there was a very obvious repair done to one of the arms.

"Now, what's my little bloke done that's warranted your worry?" asked Pipsqueak's dad. "What's going on with my little Pip?"

Luna took a deep breath. "He's been having troubling dreams this last month or so. I'll not go into details at this time, as the exact events are between he and I, but in order to find out if there's something beyond my normal reach, I have to ask; Is there something that happened in the last two months that would mark a significant change in his life?"

Pipsqueak's dad rubbed his hoof against his chin. "Not that I know of. His mother may know a little bit better. I was at my job during the parent-teacher conferences, so if something happened at school, she could say more."

"Where is she now?"

He waved his hoof. "Probably somewhere between here and Whinnyapolis. Wherever along that path the train is."

"She works there?"

"Well, we were going to buy a house there when she was promoted, but when we found out that the branch I would be transferred to was not the one we wanted, we split the difference and ended up here. Eight miles to where she works, twelve for me, and there's a nearby school for Pip. We thought it a decent balance, and I don't mind the extra couple of miles when it's time for me to do my work."

The kettle in the kitchen began to whistle, and he excused himself to prepare the tea. Luna waited patiently, looking at the photographs. Pip was in a few of them, and she was even in one. Apparently, he had been present at the summer sun celebration last year, and was pointing excitedly at her as she lowered the moon.

He came back with a small wooden tray that still had a Barnyard Bargains sticker on it, marked 40% off. There was also a pair of teacups that, while clean, looked more decorative than well-used. It wasn't a bad set, just one that was trying to be something bigger than it was.

Pipsqueak's dad poured a cup for her. It was a brownish-yellow colour. "It's a lemon and ginger tea. My wife bought it when I had a cold, and the other box was empty. Cream and sugar?"

Luna shook her head. "Just tea, thank you." She took a small sip. It was actually pretty strong, something she enjoyed. While she did prefer it to be a little sweeter, it would be best sweetened with honey, something that would also soothe a cold.

"So, what is it you do for a living, Mr...?"

He very nearly dropped his teapot as he gasped. I'm so sorry, princess! Where have my manners gone? I am called Wee Shrimp."

"Mr. Shrimp," nodded Luna. "What do you do for a living?"

"Oh, I'm an accountant for Fair Tradewinds."

"That's up in Canterlot," noted Luna. "That's quite the commute."

"Well, not today, anyway. I have Sundays and Wednesdays off, so that's why I'm available today."

Luna nodded. "How is your relationship with your son?"

He shuffled his hooves as he sat down. "Well, an hour ago, I thought it was okay. He seems to be happy and safe and growing up fine. The thought that there might be something wrong with the way I'm raising him, however, has made me question whether or not I'm doing the right thing for him. If he's in danger, or endangering others, I want to know. I thought I raised him better than that."

Luna raised her hoof to calm him. "I'm sure you did. Take a sip of tea and relax."

He did as he was told. "I'm just on edge, you know? He's my little boy, and I'm worried about him."

"I understand. And that's a good thing. I just want to gather some information. Now, is there anything at all that changed within the last month or so?"

He took a deep breath. "He did have an older colt over here a little over a month ago. Said he was a school friend. They spent a few hours in his room behind a closed door. He never closed the door before that, even sleeping with it open, but he's been sleeping with the door closed since. I don't know if that helps, but it's all I have."

Luna nodded. "It's plenty. May I see his room?"

Chapter the Fourth: Pip's Room

Luna pushed open the door to Pipsqueak's room. If ever there was a mess in this house that needed to be excused, this was the room it was hiding in. Toys were scattered about, play clothes and costumes littered the floor, and the bed was unmade. It was hardly the worst room she'd ever seen, not by a very wide margin. They'd probably vacuumed the floor within the last week or two. There wasn't a stink of old food that had not been disposed of, there were no single-serving food wrappers, no long-forgotten drinks, or even so much as crayon marks on the wall.

"So, this is his room, is it?"

Shrimp nodded. "It is." He looked mortified by what he saw. This was no place for a princess.

"Would you mind if I took a moment to look around on my own?"

"What exactly are you looking for? I can help you try to find it."

Luna shook her head. "If I'm wrong about my theory, I'll have set you on edge over nothing. For now, I'd just like to see if there's anything that we should be worried about, and we can worry about that when we're more sure. If I may?"

"Of course," he nodded, taking a few steps back. "I'll, uh... I'll just be in the kitchen if you need me. Or just yell, that works, too..."

As he walked off backward, Luna smiled to herself. He was probably a good influence on Pip. If corrective behaviour was needed, she could rely on him to set it in motion.

First, she checked the window. It wasn't locked, and there was no screen barring it. He could sneak out without his parents catching on, which would explain why they didn't notice anything. Outside the room was a small bush that looked as though it had been stepped on, meaning somepony had been coming in or going out. Perhaps both.

She lifted up the lid to his toy chest and poked around. What was stored away were normal, average toys for a colt Pip's age, as well as a small assortment of toys for younger and older colts. He was a bit young for model carts, but perhaps he was a bit older in mind than in body. His dreams seemed to agree with that idea.

His costumes and play clothes didn't seem too far-fetched, either. She recognized his pirate outfit from Nightmare Night, and from his dreams. He had a bit more decorations in his mind, perhaps diving more into the grandiose ideas, rather than anchoring them into reality. Still, she found nothing there to lead her in the right direction.

Next, she tried his bedding. First, under the pillows, then lifting the mattress. She looked under the bed, between the bed and the wall, and even tidied it up to see if the evidence she wanted was stuck somewhere. No luck. He wasn't hiding anything in his bed.

As she was looking over the books he was reading, though, she noticed something odd. The books on the bottom shelf stuck out two centimetres further than any other. Normally, this wouldn't be cause for alarm, but since she was looking for things that were out of place, she immediately felt the need to see why. Perhaps a false back panel behind which to hide things?

Taking out the books in the center, she quickly found the pull; a length of ribbon coloured to look like the black backing. A soft tug undid the panel, and on the inside was a very thin shelf with exactly the evidence she was looking for; old and faded adult magazines. The mares in these pictures were fully exposed and quite aggressively flaunting their assets. It was no wonder that Pip was familiar with it.

Though, the fact that it was hidden away and not closer to the bed made it clear that he was not being supplied with them from his parents. If they had been trying to have him pushed toward this sort of behaviour, they'd likely have bought some new ones, and left them within easy reach. It was unlikely that they even knew.

She put them back, but as she did, she noticed a stack of instant-print photographs also hidden in the secret compartment. Anypony with a decent camera could have taken these. Perhaps seeing what they contained could indicate who was supplying this young colt with such heavyweight filth.

She grabbed a stack and looked at the first one. It was her, from behind, speaking to Celestia at the event. Nothing untoward here. The next was her standing on the balcony with Celestia. Then her and Celestia from behind at the Equestrian Spelling Bee. Then her climbing out of an Olympic pool, then just the corner of her butt, and then her about to take a bite of a carrot.

Suddenly, it all made perfect sense. The reason he was having dreams about her, the reason those dreams turned sexual, and the reason that it was constant; he was sexually attracted to her.

On one hoof, she was flattered. The fact that anypony wanted her in that way was very appealing of an idea. Most publications focused on her sister, and the tabloids were always on about how Celestia's lovers were caught leaving the castle. A lot of them were just trespassers looking for their five minutes of fame, and making up stories about the weird stuff Celestia did in bed, almost none of which was true. But almost nopony ever claimed that they'd had sex with Luna. A few of them had, but they left her as just "the princess" in their articles.

On the other hoof, he was still only a foal. He likely didn't know what he was drawing himself into. He didn't have the wherewithal to stop himself. Nopony had thought to sit him down and talk with him about sexual intercourse, and how to conduct himself in its activities. That definitely explained why he wasn't good at it, even in his dreams.

She tucked the pictures and the raunchy magazines back in the hidden compartment and shut the door. She didn't want his parents to panic or overreact. She had decided that she needed to have a talk with him. He needed to learn a bit earlier than most colts, and she was ready to teach him. All she needed was an opportunity to be alone with him.

Chapter the Fifth: Meeting Pipsqueak

After putting away Pipsqueak's dirty magazines, Luna returned to the sitting room for more tea and a conversation with Pip's dad. Most of it was about normal, inconsequential things, but she did try to work in questions of how "mature" Pip was. His interpretation of it was that Pip, aside from being a flawed, imperfect pony who made mistakes every so often, was a generally well-behaved colt.

His biggest complaint was actually about the parenting of some of Pip's friends. Pip would brush the mud off if his hooves with the brush on their porch, where other colts would track it on the carpet. Pip would clean up his toys from the sitting room, though not always put them back in the toy chest. He was very proud of his son.

It was because of that that Luna opted not to tell him what she'd found. He loved his son very much, and she wanted it to stay that way. She didn't want him to be disappointed. Rather than having him try to fix it, she was going to take on that task, herself.

"He should be home soon," Shrimp smiled, pouring a third kettle of tea. "He'll be happy to see you. You're his favourite princess."

"I guessed as much," smiled Luna in turn. "If you don't mind, I'd like to have a word with him privately and personally."

"As long as he doesn't have any homework, go ahead."

"If he does, I'll gladly help him through it."

"Oh, that would just make his day. Maybe even his whole week!"

Luna chuckled. "I'm sure it will."

Just as she finished, the front door opened and closed. "Dad, you're never going to believe this! Princess Luna's chariot is her in the neighborhood! She's probably nearby! Can I go see her?!"

"Do you have any homework?"

"Not today! Please?!"

"Come in here, first."

Pip groaned. He was really hoping to go find out where Luna was. But as he rounded a corner and saw her there, sitting on his couch, his jaw hit the floor and his eyes lit up. "She's here! I mean, you're here! Princess Luna came to my house!"

Luna gave him a moment to calm himself, and his dad ushered him into the bathroom to relieve himself before the excitement of the situation caused him to leak onto the carpet. When he finished and washed his hooves, Luna bade him follow her to his bedroom.

Much like his father, Pipsqueak was embarrassed about the messy room, despite it not being all that messy. Luna closed the door, as she had requested some time alone with the colt.

"Do you mind if I call you Pip?" she asked. "Your father said that your friends call you that."

"Do you want to be my friend?" smiled Pip hopefully.

"I certainly hope that our relationship is a healthy one moving forward. I'd hate for us to be foes."

"You can call me Pip, if you like. Or, if you want a special nickname, you can make one up."

"Just having something to call you is fine, Pip," smiled Luna. "Tell me, do you consider yourself a good colt?"

"I think so," he smiled proudly. "I always clean my plate at dinner, I do my chores when asked, and I bathe regularly!"

"Very good," nodded Luna. Her smile soon faded, and with a stone expression, she asked, "Do you ever do things that you know your parents would not approve of?"

Pip immediately felt the tone shift. He looked to the door to make sure it was closed, and, as if his dad could be listening from the other side, swallowed and nodded.

"Like what?"

He fidgeted with his hooves. "This one time, I ate a piece of cake that was meant for my mom."

"Anything else?"

"I pulled a box of candy out of the trash. They caught me, though."

Luna's horn lit up, and she directed his attention to the bookshelf. As she pried the books out of the bottom shelf one by one, his face grew pale and he began to shake. Luna pulled out the false panel and brought over the materials. "What about these, Pip? Do you recognise these?"

He couldn't look her in the eye. Tears began to flow down his cheeks as he slowly nodded.

"From whence did these come, Pip?"

"Don't tell my dad," he sobbed. "Please?"

"It shall stay between the two of us, if you're honest with me. Will you tell me the truth, Pip?"

He nodded, wiping his face with a hoof. Luna offered him a hoofkerchief, which he gladly accepted.

"How came you by these magazines, little Pip?" she asked again.

He mumbled something, but she couldn't make out what it was.

"A bit louder, Pipsqueak. This is between you and I. From whence came these magazines?"

He sniffed. "I bought them."

"From a licensed vendor?"

"A colt from the grade ahead of me..."

"And where did he obtain them?"

"I don't know."

Luna took a deep breath and put her hoof on his shoulder. She encouraged him to do the same. "Do you know why it's bad that you have these?"

"Because these mares are masturbating?"

That was a shock. She had not expected him to know that word.

"I do that sometimes, too. Does that make me a bad colt? Am I going to be locked up in the dungeons?"

Luna leaned in and rubbed his back. "You're not a bad colt, Pipsqueak. I didn't come here with the intent of making you feel bad. I came because I wanted to help you, and I needed to know what was happening to you."

"Can you not tell my dad, anyway? I don't want him to be disappointed in me."

Luna kissed his forehead. "Not yet, anyway." She pulled out the photographs. "Why are these pictures kept next to your dirty magazines?"

Pip blushed. "I think you're prettier than them."

Luna blushed in turn. "You do?"

"I like to imagine their positions and actions, but it's you, instead." He looked very embarrassed to be admitting that. "Is that the wrong thing to do?"

Luna sighed. She was flattered, but she nodded anyway. "When you're older, it'll be something you can do. For now, you're too young for that, and you need to ease off of this for the time being. It's okay to feel these feelings, but you're too young to act on them. For now, concern yourself with playing with your friends, learning about the world, and being happy. The time will come when you're ready for this, and on that day, we can discuss this further."

"Okay."

Luna slipped the magazines and photographs back into the secret compartment. Unbeknownst to him, she put a secret magical lock on it. It would not prevent him from opening it, but it would count how many times it was opened, what went in and what went out. She covered it with the books to hide the panel again in case his parents grew too suspicious of him.

"I'm leaving them here with you," she said, gripping his hoof. "I want you to try to exercise some self-control. No looking at those until you're more mature. When you're more mature, and no longer a little colt, you can revisit them. Okay?"

"Okay." Pip wiped his face one last time and blew his nose. "Here's your hoofkerchief."

"Keep it," she answered, kissing his forehead, "as a reminder of this conversation. Remember to be a good colt, Pip, and we'll stay friends for a long time."

Chapter the Seventh: Failure to Comply

Luna threw her covers off. It had been just over a week since she had spoken to Pip, and the raunchy dreams had not slowed down. If anything, they'd sped up. Rather than being pulled in every two to three nights, she was being brought into his dreams every single night. It was exhausting, and even though she was fighting harder, she was doing less and less work. It would not at all surprise her if she'd let some nightmares slip through her grasp because of this.

She stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water. She needed something to wash away this sweat and cool her nerves. She wasn't a violent mare, but right now, she wanted to lash out and strike at the little colt. She would hold herself back, of course, because she didn't really want to hurt him, but she was frustrated enough that she felt that she needed to.

What she really needed was to calm her nerves, and to go talk to him again. She'd be more forceful this time, and make sure that he understood that this wasn't okay. That was a rational plan. Dreams like this, where she came into his room and had sex with him, were not okay to have at his age.

Still, she found herself hesitating to condemn his actions. If he were older, and allowing her to give consent, she wouldn't mind the extra attention. The last time she'd had sex, she'd ordered one of the guards to do so, and he'd clearly not enjoyed it, which made her feel awful. Pip meant well, but his intentions paled in comparison to what actually happened. The road to Tartauros was paved with good intentions, and she would not let him walk that path.

She stepped out of the cold water and toweled herself off. She had calmed down somewhat, but she didn't want to stop there. She needed to have complete control over her emotions for this, and as she didn't need as much time in advance for this visit; she could wait until Pip was about to leave school for this. She would start with a large mug of coffee and then do some yogic meditation and think about exactly what she would say to him.

She had actually been so exhausted that she fell asleep during her meditation, even with nearly seven hundred millilitres of coffee coursing through her. She was met with the rarely-visited night shift workers and ponies having naps, two collections she often neglected, and she would this time, as well. She needed a break, herself, if she was to do anything about Pip, and everything here seemed to be mostly in order.

She awoke to a knock on her door alerting her to lunch. Celestia had sent it as she had skipped breakfast. It started with a kiwifruit and banana sandwich, served between two crispy waffles, and then had a side of fried potatoes. It wasn't exactly the healthiest or most thought-out meal, but considering that Luna had skipped breakfast, perhaps this was a sort of compromise. Much like Pip, Celestia clearly meant well.

After lunch, she hopped aboard her chariot and once more made the trip to Ponyville. With this being much later in the day, she wondered if Pip's dad had cleaned up from breakfast this time. He might still have dishes in the sink from his lunch, but it was likely less than usual.

She knocked on the door once again, and as it opened, she was shocked to find a mare in the house. "You must be Pip's mother."

The mare dropped her feather duster as she brought her hoof up to her face. "P-Princess Luna?"

Luna had to catch her as she fainted. One of the guards that had pulled her chariot quickly untethered himself and rushed over to help carry her inside, and with some coaxing, brought her back to her senses.

"Are you well?" asked Luna, helping her upright. "That was quite a faint you had, there."

"I'm... I was just so shocked. Princess Luna, at my door, and now standing in my living room. It's... It's a lot to take in."

Luna nodded and gently rubbed her shoulders. "Just take a deep breath. Breathe in... breathe out. Do you need me to make you some tea to calm your nerves?"

"No, I'll make some," she said, standing up and wobbling.

As she took a few steps, Luna and the guard stayed nearby to catch her. She did manage to put some water on to boil, but at Luna's insistence, they stayed at the kitchen table, and the guard left.

"So, what brings you to Ponyville?" she asked, still a little shaky.

"I have come to speak with Pip," Luna smiled. "We talked last week, and I wanted to check up on him."

"Right, right, my husband said you'd just dropped in out of the blue."

Luna nodded. "It's a surprise visit. Sort of an as-needed thing. And right now, I need a word with your son."

"Well, he's at school right now, but he should be home in a few minutes. Do you want to just wait for him?"

Luna nodded. "I do need your permission, though, to check something in his bedroom. I trust he's been keeping it clean?"

Pip's mother very nearly fainted again. This time, it was due to embarrassment. She knew her son's room wasn't clean, and as soon as their tea was ready, Luna brought her out to the couch to lie down and recover.

With a nod from Pip's mother, Luna went to Pip's room to look around. The very first thing she did was check the bookcase to see how many times he'd opened it. To her surprise, he had left it untouched, as she'd commanded.

"But if that's the case, why all the dreams?" she whispered to herself. "What are you hiding from me, Pip?"

She checked all of the usual places again, and this time, in the nightstand drawer, she found something. A folded-over hoofkerchief was sitting in the drawer, and she could smell the stench of semen on it. It was the very same one she'd given him, though it had clearly been washed since, just not today, as it still carried last night's emission.

He was pleasuring himself with the gift she'd given him. He really was crazy for her, if it meant this much to him. Still, she wouldn't be taking it back. He needed correction, not condemnation.

Chapter the Eighth: Miscommunication

Pip rushed into his room, ecstatic that Luna was already in there waiting for him. "My mom told me you had stopped by!" he exclaimed, closing the door behind him. He adopted a more hushed tone. "I promise, I haven't touched those magazines, just like you said. I followed your orders, Princess."

Luna nodded. "I'm glad to hear that," she smiled. "I don't suppose you can prove that, can you?"

He shuffled his hooves. "I don't know how. But if you know a way, I can have you check. I promise it's the truth!"

Luna held up a hoof to silence him. "There is a way. It's a magic spell. I have already confirmed that your story is accurate. I need no more convincing." She gently rubbed his shoulders. "It is good that you were honest with me, Pip. The fact that you were able to resist the alluring call speaks to your loyalty and integrity. Those are very admirable traits to have, Pip."

"Thank you, princess," he blushed. "Does this make us friends, now?"

Luna shook her head. "Unfortunately, it takes a bit more to be friends. It's going to take more effort from both of us."

"Okay. What do I have to do?"

Luna once again sound-proofed the door. "Pip, let's talk about your dreams."

"Oh, that's easy! I want to be a royal guard when I grow up, so I can hang out with you and the other princesses!"

Luna chuckled. "That's good to hear, Pip, but not what I meant." She turned and looked him in the eyes. "I mean the dreams that you have when you're in bed at night."

"Sometimes, I'm a royal guard there, too."

Luna nodded. She'd seen him in his glittering silver armor. It reflected her face and made his dick look twice as long. "But you're involved in certain activity whilst you dream," she clarified. "You said that you like to imagine me doing the things in that magazine."

Pip shrank down, thinking he was in trouble again. "Yes?"

She placed a reassuring hoof on his shoulder. "Tell me, do you dream about doing that stuff with me?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. He was starting to sweat.

Luna could see that she was making him uncomfortable. She could potentially drive him to tears. She didn't want him to hate her, or even dislike her, but she knew she had to keep going, even if she seemed the villain.

"Let's change the subject a bit," she said, smiling. She could still come back to this line of questioning, but first, a bit of a lighter toe to soften the mood. "Do you know why I told you not to look at those magazines?"

"Because they show mares doing bad things."

Luna shook her head. "You are more mature than most colts, Pip, and you've been honest with me, so I'm going to tell you the truth. The activities displayed there are not bad things. They are things for adults to do in the privacy of their bedrooms."

"I've only looked them in the privacy of my bedroom."

Luna nodded. "That may be, but you are not yet an adult. When you are older, you may partake in these activities."

"Like, when I'm ten?"

"Older."

"Thirteen?"

Luna pursed her lips. "Do you think you can buy these magazines at age thirteen?"

Pip frowned. "I have to be eighteen?"

Luna nodded. "It's not so far away as you think, and it will be a wonderful time for you."

Pip groaned as he looked away. He didn't want to wait for that wonderful time when he could whisk a mare away to his bedroom and spend some quality time having fun with her. He wanted to feel good now.

Luna placed her hoof under his chin and brought his face up to meet hers. "I know what you've been doing with the hoofkerchief I gave you, Pip. It's not okay for colts your age to be doing that."

"But my friend's dad said that was perfectly natural when you go through puberty."

Luna nodded. "That's correct. But you have yet to go through that. That's just a few years out. Two, maybe three. Four, if you're very late to the party. But the same is true of all other stallions. It's not unique to you, Pip. Every stallion walking around today went through that change. It will happen to you, too, as you grow up."

"But what if it doesn't?"

"It will."

"What if I die before that?" He started to weep. "What if I never experience that freedom?"

Luna wrapped her hooves around him and gently rocked him back and forth. "Somewhere out there, Pip, a mare is just passing the time as she waits for some stallion as wonderful as you to show up. Some day, you will find a mare that loves you."

"Does my mom not?!"

"Of course she does," smiled Luna. "And Miss Cheerilee, your mother's friends, your friends' mothers, and even me. We all love you. But what I'm talking about is the way your mother loves your father; the way the mares in that magazine love the stallions."

Pips eyes when wide. "My mom and dad do that?!"

Luna took a deep breath. She hadn't quite meant to put that image in his head. Still, she had done so, and she was no liar. "Perhaps some of the things in those magazines, and I can neither account for which or when, but I can guarantee that they did at least one thing similar to something in those magazines at one point."

"How do you know that?"

She chuckled and tousled his mane. "Because you exist. This is how fillies and colts are made."

"So, if I did that... I could have a brother or sister?"

"A son or daughter, actually."

"Every time?"

"No, not every time. But we're losing track of what I need to tell you."

"Oh, sorry..."

Luna leaned down and kissed him. "It's okay, Pip. You're learning. Nopony will fault you for curiosity. Not so long as I have any say in it." She gently rubbed his back. "Those dreams you've been having lately, where I come into your bedroom and we do these things. You're familiar, yes?"

He nodded. "Mhmm."

"Well, they need to stop. Not forever, just for a little bit, okay?"

"Like, thirteen older, or eighteen older?"

Luna chuckled. "We'll find out when you start going through that big change in your life. Tonight, try to dream about something else. Instead of having sex on your bed, maybe go for a picnic with your friends, hm?"

Pip nodded. "I'll try."

"There's a good boy."

As Luna stood up to leave the room again, Pip grabbed her ankle. "Can you do something for me?"

"What is it?"

He swallowed. "Don't tell my mom about any of this?"

Chapter the Ninth: A Picnic at the Park

As Luna moved across the dreamscape, she was once more sucked up into Pip's dream. As she felt his pull, she was immediately cross with him, having hoped to find time for somepony else for once, but when she arrived, she was pleasantly surprised. She did not land outside of his door, but inside of her chariot, where she was forced to sit down.

Slowly, she and her faceless guards drifted down into the park, where she was made to disembark. Pip was there, along with some friends. Many of them had uncanny faces, meaning he was thinking of them, but they were not truly the ponies they seemed to be. This was a relief for Luna, as it meant that he was not disrupting the dreams of other ponies. He was certainly powerful enough to draw them in, if he was powerful enough to force Luna to not only arrive, but to do his bidding. While she didn't want to be involved in his sexual fantasies, she wanted to make sure he didn't go around hurting the other colts and fillies from his class.

She walked up to his picnic and sat down. "Wonderful to see you, Pip," she found herself forced to say. It wasn't the worst thing she'd said, and it wasn't even wholly untrue. She was needing some time away from him, but at least this didn't seem so terrible.

"You made it!" he exclaimed, hugging her. "I was afraid you wouldn't receive my invitation in time."

"I very nearly didn't. When it arrived, the party had already started. I'm sorry I'm late."

Pip waved his hoof. "Think nothing of it, Princess. That you even wanted to come is a magnificent gift." He turned to the semi-faceless ponies. "Everypony, I would like to introduce to you the princess of the night, and my very best friend, Princess Luna."

As she shook their dull, lifeless hooves, she had to wonder how true that statement was. Certainly, his love for her was what pulled her here, as her love for the citizens of Equestria allowed her to see into and help solve their dreams, but was she really his best friend? She didn't see him very often; surely his best friend would be someone who was there for him every day. His parents, even, were more a friend to him than she was.

He poured and offered her a cup of tea. "Lovely weather we're having today."

"Yes, I had the pegasi clear the skies just for this picnic."

Luna wanted to slap herself in the face for that. It was a ridiculous explanation. She had clearly stated that she hadn't heard about the party until after it started, but she'd sent out the weather ponies before that, to clear the weather for a party she had been unaware was even happening? That was utterly ridiculous! She could have come up with a much better solution if she had control of her mouth, even within the world of the dream. For example, it was a coincidence that he'd planned a party on the same day she had planned clear skies.

Regardless, she let the event go on, not really having a choice in the matter. It was a picnic, after all, and while the food was imaginary, it tasted fine. The sandwiches tasted like toaster pastries. The potato salad tasted like toaster pastries. The toaster pastries tasted like maple syrup. It was all too sweet for her tastes, but for a child, it was certainly a common desire.

After eating, Pip's friends went off to play with their new flying disk toy. They were kids, after all, and having new toys was an exciting thing for them. But for some reason, neither she nor Pip went with them. She wouldn't have minded a friendly game of disk golf, but she couldn't move her hooves.

"You're very mature, Pip," she smiled. A true enough statement.

"Oh?" he asked. "How do you figure?"

"Playing games is for colts and fillies." That was a blatant lie. "Now that you're a stallion, we can be together."

Pip blushed. "Oh, Princess, you have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that. It's been almost ten years since yesterday."

He was lying about his age. He was fudging the numbers so that he could do things with her. Things she wouldn't let him do yet, had she the option.

"And now you can have me," she said. "All of me. My body is yours to do with as you please, Pip."

She rolled onto her back as Pip climbed over her. She sighed internally. He'd been doing so well. He'd gone for a picnic with his friends as she'd told him to. It wasn't a wonderful picnic, but it was a picnic. He'd brought her along, meaning he saw her as a friend, even an admittedly "best friend." But now it was all thrown out the window as he thrust his way into her.

"Yes, Pip!" she shouted, loud enough that she was sure somepony would hear them. There were ponies walking not too far away, and even her guards were just on the other side of the tree. "Fuck me harder! Let me put a baby in you!"

Luna immediately questioned whether or not she heard that right. She knew she was the one that said it, but those were not her words. And yet, Pip's belly was beginning to swell up. She was blowing up a baby inside of him.

"We're so proud!" shouted his parents in unison, having not been there before, but now on full display. Oddly, Pip's dad's cock didn't match his dark blue coat at all. In fact, it looked just like Pip's. His mother's pussy was strange, too. It was a very rough, grainy image, with stains and dirt all over it, like it was out of some old, discarded dirty magazine. In fact, it was spot-on for that.

As Pip and Luna watched his parents having sex, Wee Shrimp's belly began to expand, until they stopped. His belly button opened wide, and a filly the size of Pip, complete with a diaper, bonnet, bib and pacifier, walked right out.

"I'm your sister, Little Bit!" she shouted. "Where's my cousin?"

"Right here," answered Pip, opening his belly button. Another filly walked out and they all say down at the picnic.

Finally, feeling the attention taken off of her, Luna yanked herself away and woke up, bolting upright in bed. If she had tried to interfere, would Pip's imagination have taken her back over? She didn't know, but right now, she didn't care. She had a naughty young colt that needed instruction on how to behave.

Chapter the Tenth: The First Desperate Measure

Luna did not go back to sleep. It was five in the morning, and she would just be sucked back into Pip's dream. She could feel his pull even now, as she took flight from the balcony. She had to reach him while it was still fresh in his mind, which meant there was no time to lose. She had to make it to Ponyville before dawn.

She had no guards with her this time, opting to just go alone. She did leave instructions at the gate saying she'd be back this evening, but there was something she needed to see.

She arrived in Ponyville, Pip's dream making her feel drowsy. He was calling out to her, and she was having trouble resisting. The closer she was, the stronger the pull, as if he were a source of gravity. She wobbled on her hooves as she pried his window open. Soundproofing the room, she crawled inside, stumbling over to him and shaking his shoulder.

Pip sat up suddenly, gasping and panting as Luna recovered her awareness. She shut the window, then grabbed him by the shoulder.

"You're in trouble now, Pipsqueak," she growled. "I told you not to do that!"

"Princess Luna?" he gasped, clearly still lost within his thoughts. "I thought we weren't supposed to meet in my room anymore?" He clenched his eyes closed. "We're going to the park! We're going to the park!" He opened his eyes. "Why aren't we at the park?"

"Because this isn't a dream, Pipsqueak," snarled Luna. "All I asked you to do was stop dreaming about us having sex. A picnic in the park is fine, but then you just brought it right back around to having sex. Is it so hard to control yourself, Pipsqueak?"

"I'm sorry, Princess," he begged. "I tried, but you're just so pretty. I couldn't help but let my mind wander. Don't tell my parents, please?"

"Pipsqueak, this goes beyond your parents. I have cause to have you brought to the Canterlot dungeons. Celestia has even offered to have you executed for what you've been doing in your dreams. I want to believe that your intentions are not malicious, but you keep doing this, knowing that it hurts me."

Pip was in tears. "I'm sorry, Princess. I don't mean to be bad," he sobbed. "I can be better! I know I can, just, please, please, don't send me to the dungeons! I'll do anything!"

Part of Luna's senses returned to her at just that moment. She took a deep breath. She'd almost let the darkness in her heart take over her body again. This was somepony else's life. She could not act on negative emotions alone. She had to be calm and logical. still, she could not let his actions go unpunished.

"I'm sorry, Pip," she said, her voice more level. "I don't mean to yell."

Pip looked up, having curled up on his bed. "You mean you forgive me?"

Luna shook her head. "It's too early for forgiveness, Pip," she said. "But I will not be sending you to the dungeons, nor will Celestia be sentencing you to death. In fact, most of your day may go unchanged."

"Thank you, Princess. I'll try harder. You won't regret giving me a second chance."

"Forty-fifth."

"What?"

Luna placed her hoof firmly on his shoulder. "Forty-four times, you've treated me as nothing more than a sex toy for your pleasure. This is your forty-fifth chance, and this time, I'm not just going to let you off with a warning. I've given you two, hoping this would pass, but it has not. This time, I'm leaving you with an example."

Pip swallowed hard. "What kind of example?"

She took a deep breath. She didn't like what she was about to do, but she had to do something. "Have your parents ever spanked you, Pip?"

"No," he cowered, shaking his head. "Some of the other colts' parents do though, and they said it hurts."

"Bend over my knee, Pipsqueak."

With shaking hooves, Pipsqueak climbed over Luna's thigh and pulled his tail out of the way. "I'm really, really sorry, princess..." he sniffled.

Luna nodded. "So am I, Pip. I wish it hadn't come to this. Try to relax. It'll hurt less if you just face it, rather than if you try to brace for it."

He grabbed her other hoof, hoping for some kind of moral support. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let his legs hang. He was ready.

A swift hoof across the flank broke him in. He let out a loud yelp as the sting of her hoof graced his virgin buttocks. He took a few breaths and tried to relax, just in time for a second swing, this one feeling twice as bad as the first. He was in tears now, just shy of begging her to stop, but a third and final strike sent him over the edge.

"I'm sorry!!!" he bawled, his face running with fluids. "I'll never do it again, I promise!"

Luna felt horrible about this. She hadn't even stuck him very hard, but she could feel him tense up for that last one. He was hurt, but she could tell that most of it was inside. He didn't mean to act this way, and she knew that. She hoped this would be the last time she would ever have to do this.

She almost had to stifle a vomit. She felt disgusted. All Pip wanted was to be closer to her. This would probably push him away. He wouldn't love her anymore. At least, not until he forgave her for this, which could be a very long time. He might even hate her. But it had to be done.

"Are you going to be okay?" asked Pip, shaking her hoof.

Luna nodded. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, Pipsqueak. Hopefully, you'll be able to forgive me someday, and we can start to become friends again."

"I forgive you."

Luna looked down at the colt, who was reaching for his hoofkerchief, which he held out to offer her. It still smelled of semen, and was a bit crusty, so Luna replaced it with the box of tissues he kept on his nightstand, taking one for herself and two for him. "How can you forgive me so quickly?"

"Well, it didn't hurt that much, and I kind of deserved it. Just, please stop crying. It makes me feel even worse."

Luna nodded. It was almost six now. "Time for you to wake up, anyway, Pip." She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Have a good day at school."

Chapter the Eleventh: Pain

When Luna arrived, the guard that she had left the message with was still at the gate, and as she greeted him, he saluted and smiled, acknowledging that he would not need to report to Celestia where Luna had gone. Luna was exhausted, both physically and mentally. She needed a nap, knew she would have trouble taking one, and had to talk to her sister before she could even try.

Celestia was in her usual spot, eating pancakes. "You look awful," she said through a mouthful of pancake, syrup dripping down her chin.

"Thanks for rubbing it in," huffed Luna, walking straight to the cappuccino machine. She didn't brew it particularly strong, as she still needed a rest, but she found comfort in the taste. "I already feel like shit, so looking like it is absolutely fuel to the fire."

Celestia swallowed. "I'm sorry. You want a waffle, or something?"

Luna shook her head. "I need restful sleep. I'm not having any."

"I bet the coffee won't help with that. That's not decaf, you know."

Luna sat down at the table and held the cup in her hooves. She stared into the inky blackness, and her reflection stared right back. She really did look a wreck.

"Seriously, though, what's wrong?" asked Celestia. "I haven't seen you this upset since your return from the moon."

"I fucked up," sighed Luna bluntly. A tear ran down her cheek to her chin, then dripped into her mug. "I've done something horrible. I acted rashly, and now I can't take it back."

Celestia wiped her face, pushed the rest of her breakfast out of the way, and grabbed Luna's wrist in her hoof. "What did you do, Luna?"

Luna sobbed. "I struck somepony."

"Who?"

"You know the pony that's been causing trouble in my dreams?"

"You found him and hit him?"

Luna nodded.

"Oh, good." Celestia brought her food back in front of her. "I thought you'd hit somepony innocent. Did you arrest him?"

"Tia, I'm serious!"

"So am I," shrugged Celestia. "It's illegal to do so in reality, so what makes it okay in their dreams? Especially if, as you say, the victims can't free themselves and are forced to endure it as you have. Face the facts, Luna; he's a rapist. If you want to protect the other innocent dreamers of Equestria, don't just offer your body in place of theirs, arrest the bastard."

"It's not that easy!" urged Luna. "I can't bring myself to do that to him!"

"Let's see how easy it is," said Celestia. "Is he doing something wrong?"

"Yes."

"Is he hurting other ponies by doing so?"

"No, just me."

"That counts, so yes."

"Tia!"

"You're a pony, too, Luna. You have feelings and emotions and sentience. You're angry and shouting at me by choice, so that means you matter."

Luna groaned. "Fine, yes, he's bringing me to harm."

"Have you made it clear to him that he's harming you?"

"Yeah,"

"And did he still do it?"

"Well..."

"It's a simple question, Luna. After you made it clear that what he was doing was harmful to you, did he stop?"

Luna didn't know how to answer. She'd told him maybe an hour ago. He was going to school right now, or already at school for the day. He hadn't gone back to sleep yet, so he hadn't had a chance to do the right thing and do something else with his dreams. He'd promised to try, and she was willing to give him that chance. She wanted to believe that he was a good pony.

Luna took a deep breath. "He has not assaulted me since I spoke to him."

Celestia pursed her lips. "So why did you hit him?"

Luna cradled her face in her hooves. "I wanted to strangle him when I walked in there. I was so angry that I wanted him dead! But then I saw his face, and I couldn't bring myself to do it. He doesn't deserve that. So, instead, I talked to him, smacked him around a little bit, and felt horrible for it."

Celestia reached for Luna, then moved her chair so she could actually touch her shoulder. "Stop beating up my little sister," she said. "She doesn't deserve the hatred you're heaping on top of her."

"What am I supposed to do?!"

Celestia scooted closer and rubbed her back. "As far as the courts of Equestria are concerned, you did the right thing. As far as your big sister is concerned, you did the wrong thing, but it's not the end of the world." She stopped. "He did survive, right?"

Luna nodded. "He left his bedroom in a better state than I did."

"Well, then there's no problem," smiled Celestia. "If he's fine, and he hasn't repeated his harmful actions, then you're completely off the hook for this. You might have to pay his medical bills, but that's just a drop in the bucket."

"I didn't hit him that hard," grumbled Luna.

"All the better," smiled Celestia. "Everything's going to be fine. You're just fretting over this because you haven't been sleeping well, and your mind is starting to suffer for it. That's all it is."

Luna shook her head. "There has to be more to it than that."

"You're overreacting," assured Celestia. "Here's what's going to happen." She took away Luna's coffee. It was probably salty by now, anyway, as many tears as it had taken. It had risen almost three millimetres during the time she'd been at the table. "First, you're going to take a nap. I'll send for you at noon, and after lunch, you and I are going to the spa for a soak and a massage. And then probably a second soak."

Luna had to admit, that did sound relaxing. It would certainly help her clear her head. With her thoughts no longer clouded, perhaps she'd be able to see herself in a different light, and maybe even not as dark as she currently saw herself.

She nodded. "Okay Tia. Let's take a spa day."

"I'll set everything up," smiled Celestia. "You go have a nap. I wasn't kidding, you look sick. Have a nap, have a shower, come see me at lunchtime."

Chapter the Twelfth: A Relaxed Evening

Celestia had been correct; the spa treatment had been very helpful. She was very relaxed when she returned to the castle. A bit sore from the deep-tissue massage, but still very relaxed. "Thank you, Tia, for everything you did today; I needed it."

"What's an older sister to do when her younger sister is in trouble but try to bail her out? Or at least to try to help you deal with it. Why should I be any different?"

"I am pleased that you are not," smiled Luna. "Truly, I appreciate it."

"So, do you think you're ready for tonight? I don't know if you want to continue the fight against this. If you need me to handle tonight, I can certainly try."

Luna shook her head. "I don't think you can. This morning, even when I was awake, I could feel him calling for me, specifically, and it almost forced me back to sleep in midair. I don't know if I could stop him no matter how hard I try. I appreciate the offer, though."

"If you say so. Do you want me to watch over you? You can come join me in bed."

"Thanks, but... for tonight, I just want to see how he reacts to our talk. I need to know if he's going to listen."

Celestia nodded and smiled. "Okay. Good night, Luna."

"Good night, Tia."

Luna galloped up to her bedroom. When she opened the door, she was graced by a wave of lavender and lilac scents that overwhelmed her. She adored those fragrances. A bouquet of each sat at every corner of her bed, very large and prominent.

"To my darling sister, sleep well, Tia." Luna smiled at the card. "I need to remember to thank her for this, too..."

Taking a deep breath, Luna slipped into bed, sinking under the covers. She soon drifted off to sleep, and, not feeling Pip's pull, opted to take the opportunity to help some of the others. She wasn't taking a chance on Pip not calling her again tonight, as she didn't know how well he would do. She opted, therefore, to work on just some simple nightmares, ones where the pony having them were just nervous or uncertain, rather than having big personal problems.

Sure enough, after a few calmatives, she felt the familiar pull. She was being called into a dream. She let it bring her, as she wanted to see what it was that Pip had for her.

However, it was not Pip's dream that she found herself in. "Hello, Luna."

"Tia," nodded Luna. "What is it? What did you need?"

"I want to come with you," said Celestia. "I want to be there to pull you out of the fire if something goes wrong."

Luna shook her head. "Tia, I love you, and I would normally agree to this and bring you with me, but not for this. This is not a dangerous event. He's not a dangerous pony. He's just having some trouble, and it's causing trouble for me by extension."

"He's a rapist, Luna. That's dangerous. I just don't want to see you harmed again. I'll just watch from the side and only interfere if I have to."

"Tia, please..."

"Luna, please. I don't want you harmed again."

Luna sighed. "Neither does he."

"Are you sure of that?"

"I don't think he does."

"Excuse me, you don't think he does?"

"He's not a bad pony. He's just doing something that is very bad." She rubbed her face. "If it turns sour, or goes beyond my control, you can watch tomorrow night, okay?"

Celestia took a deep breath. "Okay. If you're sure..."

"I have never been less sure," replied Luna. "That's why I want to see for myself."

Celestia gave her sister a look that clearly showed her distaste for the situation. Still, she nodded, and allowed Luna to leave her dream, but not before Luna surrounded Celestia with a field of daisies.

It was shortly thereafter that Pip called her. Things weren't looking very promising when she found herself once more entering Pip's room. She was a little bit loosened from her bonds, but her hooves and mouth still moved on their own. She could mumble now, but it wasn't audible.

"Hey, Princess," he smiled as she walked in. "I was just setting up a board game. You wanna play?"

Luna looked down at the board game. It was one she didn't like. Years of playing this particular game had made her very familiar with it, and shy of influencing the dice rolls, there was no skill to it. She couldn't possibly gain skill without learning how to cheat. There were no choices to make, no strategies to follow, only the roll of the dice. Still, it wasn't sex, so she was willing to put up with it for the sake of diplomacy.

Not that she had a choice, as she'd already agreed and sat down before she had weighed her options. She rolled higher than he had, and took the first turn. She rolled, and moved that many spaces. Then he rolled, and moved that many spaces. Then her, then him, then her, and so on. It was a ridiculous game, but wholly inoffensive.

"I wanted to apologize," he said, about fifty spaces in. "I know I already did, but tonight, too."

"Oh, you don't have to apologize," she said. She had intended to accept his apology, which she did want, rather than tell him he didn't have to, but this was not too far off. "I forgive you."

"Yes, well, did you see what I was doing before you showed up?"

"Yes, and I think it's an improvement." And now he was making her lie again.

"Luna, I jerked off while smelling where you'd sat on my bed. I couldn't help myself. I don't deserve an apology. I deserve a punishment."

Well, at least he was honest. He knew he had done wrong, but this time, it was less bad.

"I know what you need," she smiled. She picked him up and bent him over her knee, swatting his butt with her hoof, and occasionally squeezing and rubbing. This went beyond a simple spanking. He was enjoying it. Still, she supposed the situation could have been worse.

Chapter the Thirteenth: The Turning of the Tables

Luna did not feel the need to talk to Pipsqueak about last night's dream. He was wrong. He admitted that he was wrong, and he accepted his punishment. He had not learned his lesson, but he was in the process of learning. It wasn't great, but it was something, at the very least. There was no need to correct behaviour that was already in the process of correcting itself.

For once, she was glad to have breakfast with Celestia. This time, she was well-rested, and felt that she'd had a decent night. She didn't even care that Celestia had slipped a pancake into her waffles by cooking it in a rectangular mould. Today was going to be a good day, regardless.

"How's your boyfriend?" asked Celestia. "Still having trouble figuring out what "no" means?"

"If you must pry..."

"I must, I must."

Luna snorted. "If you must pry, he and I played a board game last night, and he apologized for touching himself to thoughts of me."

"Gross, I'm eating."

"Then you shouldn't have brought it up," teased Luna, chuckling.

"Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking," teased Celestia back. "Here I was, hoping for a steamy night of hot stallion-on-mare action, and you tell me about a disgusting board game. Yuck!"

They shared a chuckle.

"What board game?"

Luna shook her head. "The awful one. The one every diplomat says is their favourite."

"Race to a Hundred?" scoffed Celestia. "I was right to call it gross, then."

"I mean, what's the point?"

"To score a hundred points, of course."

"Tia..."

"You know every diplomat says it's their favourite game because the likelihood of being bested by somepony is a matter of chance, not of skill. It doesn't matter if they're terrible at their jobs, the likelihood that they can best you is about even."

"Which is precisely why I hate it. Everypony who wins thinks themselves superior, and everypony who loses claims that my set contains loaded dice. It's an unwinnable meta. Is it really so bad if they lose a hoof of blackjack? It's not in the cards. Or if they win, it's good planning and skill. If they have twelve points, seven and five, they can't be faulted for thinking that's a bad hand and trying for better, only for them to draw a ten and bust by one. At least then, there's no fault in their strategy, but they still had one."

"Yeah, but then they could hit on eighteen, and everypony would see them as the fools they are."

Luna let out a sigh. "At least this one had an excuse."

Celestia clapped her hooves. "Aha! He's one of our diplomats!"

"Hm?" Luna looked up from her breakfast. "No, not at all."

"But you just said he had a good reason for wanting to play Race to a Hundred," smirked Celestia.

"And I also said the diplomats have the worst reason for it. There's no strategy."

"Then what was his reason?"

Luna swallowed hard. She cursed herself for speaking without thinking. Here she was, praising games of strategy, and Celestia had caught her by the tail. How could she tell her that he was just a colt, and a young one, at that? She couldn't. Celestia would either laugh at her for failing to stop the advances of a foal, berate her for letting herself have intercourse with one, or make good on her promise to have him beheaded.

In the end, she opted for a diplomatic answer. "He didn't know what games I like, and was trying to bridge a blind gap."

"I'm going to find out who it is, Luna," smirked Celestia, narrowing her eyes. "Whether you bring me along or not."

"Well, then, I suppose there's no point in bringing you along, now, is there?"

The smirk drained away from Celestia's face. "Well-played..."

Luna shrugged. "You had me on the ropes for a minute, but you left yourself open. And that's why nopony will play against me in any skill-based game."

"Burn on you?" shrugged Celestia. "Is it then your fault that you keep having to play that awful game?"

Luna chuckled and shook her head. "Touché..."

After a well-structured and productive day, Luna settled into bed. Pipsqueak had apologized and recognized the error of his ways, and she could deal with a few small cases while keeping an ear out for him. She managed to tackle three of them, with the first being Equestria being invaded by spiders, which she turned into giant snakes, because herpetologists are much less afraid of snakes than spiders. She then saved a mare from a cart collision in the dream of somepony that was sleeping in the same bed as her, and pulled a baby chimpanzee out of a burning building. Ponies had weird dreams, sometimes.

It was just as the hoses were turned on the brick structure that she felt the familiar pull of Pip's desire. It had come along often enough recently that she was considering teaching him a distinguishing call to make it clear who was calling out to her. She had taught Celestia, but without a strong need of it, she never used it. Luna always answered a call, regardless of who was asking for help. Such was her love for Equestria.

When she arrived, Pip's room was not as she remembered it. The layout was the same, but the patterned blue walls had been replaced with cobbled stone, with bricks on the bottom, rough-hewn stone leading up, and capped off with more flat bricks. The bed was a flat slab of wood with cuffs, and the bookshelf was now covered with instruments of torture.

Pip clapped a wooden paddle in his hooves as he walked in from the closet door. "My, my, my... I never thought I would see the day that you would come down here."

"Please, forgive, me, Master Pip. He tortured me!"

"You had better return the information you stole, or I shall have to do even worse."

Luna bent over the bed and raised her tail. She had no idea what was going on, or what had happened to Pip to create this change, but it was something she had not considered him capable of. Was he really going to torture her?"

"What did you tell him?" asked Pip.

"We're having mashed potatoes for lunch!"

Luna could barely fathom the words coming out of her mouth before the paddle struck her flank. It wasn't hard. It didn't hurt at all. In fact, it kind of tickled.

"Did you tell him anything else?"

"I told him about the schnitzel, too!"

Another spanking. Was this his revenge for her spanking him? And why did it tickle?

"What else?!"

"The green beans!"

Another spanking. Was dinner such a big secret, or was he looking for something to make into a secret, and dinner was the first thing that came to his mind.

"Did you just spill all of our plans to him?! Was there anything you didn't tell him?!"

Luna sniffled and turned around. "We still have the gravy."

Pip took a deep breath and dropped the paddle, rubbing her butt. "I'm sorry I yelled. I would love some gravy."

Chapter the Fourteenth: A Step Up

Luna landed in Ponyville. She was not sleeping tonight, and neither was Pip. She sat in a dark alleyway, watching his house, and when the lights went out, she stood up. She made her way over to his window and looked inside. She'd risen the moon two hours ago, and as Pip was just now wiping his chest clean of the discharge, she knew he hadn't truly gone to bed yet. Worse, still, he had a few photographs next to him, which might have been from the drawer, or could have been new. Either way, she had forbidden the material, and he would need to be punished for having it.

Her spell came first to silence the room. Pip didn't even notice. She even opened the window silently, and was inside before he even turned back to face her.

"P-princess?"

Luna wore a deep scowl on her face. "Pipsqueak," she growled. "Have you been inside the hidden compartment in your bookcase again?"

He shook his head.

Luna sneered and picked up the photographs. One in particular caught her eye. As she was climbing out of his window, with her right leg on the sill and her left on the floor, her tail drifted to one side, and the details were explicit. He could see everything in this photograph. Given that she had only done this twice, this had to be recent.

"Why do you have this, Pipsqueak?"

He didn't answer. He knew he didn't have a good answer to give her, and anything he could say would cause him harm, whether it was the truth or a lie.

"You know how I feel about you having pictures like this, Pipsqueak. It's not good for you, and it's damaging to me. What do you think would happen if your parents knew that you'd taken this picture? How do you think they would react If I told them that their son was a pervert who's been taking pictures of mare's genitals without their permission?"

He grabbed his ears and curled up on the bed. Obviously, it terrified him.

"Should I tell them? They're probably still awake."

"No!!" He jolted out of bed and clung to her hoof. "Anything but that!"

Luna glared down at him. "It's becoming more and more difficult to defend your actions, Pipsqueak. I was going to confront you about last night's dream, and now I find you gorging yourself on this. Perhaps what you need is a taste of what will come to you every day if you continue down this path."

He swallowed hard. "Y-you mean..."

"The dungeons, yes."

He lowered his head. After a few uncomfortable seconds, he nodded.

Luna had really hoped it would not come to this, but she didn't know what else to do. Talking to him didn't work. Spanking him, barbaric as it was, only seemed to give him ideas. She was normally against this, but she was going to have to do something to add to the problem she was often trying to solve. She had to instill in him a fear so great that it could halt his actions and force him to reconsider.

She had not prepared for this. She'd not put together a box of equipment to make this transition easier because she had intended to just stop at a talk or the administration of more spankings. Luckily for her, there was a fine bit of material for her to work with.

Pip's pirate playset, for example, had about five metres of rope. She grabbed that, as well as a bandanna to use as a blindfold. In the closet was a table tennis paddle among other light sporting goods. A scented candle from the bathroom made her equipment list complete.

She started by lighting the candle. It would need some time to warm up for what she had planned. With that done, she tied the bandana around his eyes. "Can you see?"

"A little bit from the bottom right."

She had done that on purpose. It made her feel better to know that he was still being honest with her. She adjusted it to make him fully in the dark, and then gently stroked his mane. "Thank you for telling the truth, Pip."

Pulling out the rope, she bound his legs to his body, with his front hooves in the begging position and his back legs in a sitting position. With him bound, she hung him from the ceiling, putting a temporary mount in one of the ceiling studs. He was just a foal, and a small one at that. She was sure that it would hold his miniscule weight, even if he swung a little bit.

She grabbed the candle in her magic and held it above Pip's back. "When you're in the dungeons, there is nothing pleasing to look at. It's nothing but black bars and grey stone bricks. You'll find that much of the time, your hooves are bound. You can't run without tripping because your body can't stretch that far. If you're particularly heinous, you'll end up shackled to the ceiling or walls, unable to sit or lie down. And then, out comes the whip."

Luna was glad that she'd completely soundproofed the room, because the shout that erupted from Pip's mouth was loud and agonizing. It broke her heart to hear him cry like that, but it had to be done. She had to stop him.

She wasn't really whipping him, of course. It was just hot wax dripping down onto his skin. It was harmless, really. She didn't want to hurt him, after all. She just wanted to scare him away from becoming a rapist. He was already using a mare without her consent, and she had to make sure he didn't continue, especially with somepony who couldn't do anything about it, like she could.

"The guards don't feed you well, and it's worse the more heinous your crime. They're required by law to feed you, but the more violent criminals are often not given plates or bowls. They have to lick their day-old mashed potatoes and moldy bread off the brick floors."

She brought the paddle across his flank, causing him to let out a loud yelp. She hated doing it, but it was too late to back out now. Hopefully, he'd learn something from it. She didn't want to hurt this much without something good coming from it.

Chapter the Fifteenth: Distraught

On into the night, Luna cracked the whip over Pip's back while dripping hot candle wax onto him. Every so often, she'd have to peel it back and reshape it around a fresh wick, but by four-thirty, his skin was buttery smooth and soft, having been exfoliated through the night. It was more a rough spa treatment masquerading as a punishment, just to make him feel pain in response to his actions.

The carpet had accumulated a wet spot, filled with tears, snot and saliva that had dribbled down his chin. Unable to wipe his face, they had been leaking out of him all night long.

His parents would be awake in the next hour or so, so it was time to clean up. She spun him around to look at her, wiped down his face with a hoofkerchief, and took off his gag and blindfold. "Do you want to spend the rest of your life in the dungeons, Pip?"

He shook his head.

"Answer me verbally, Pip. Do you want to experience that pain every day for the rest of your life?"

Pip was still for a time, not saying anything. Luna began to consider asking him again, but he slowly whispered, "N-no..."

"That took you some time to answer, Pip. Are you sure?"

Pip shook his head. "I don't know."

Luna leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then gently pet his neck. "Why would you want to spend all of your time in the dungeon, Pip? If you go into one of the cells, we can't ever, ever be friends."

Pip sniffled. "I don't want to go to the dungeons," he whimpered. "I'm sure this time."

Luna smiled. "There's a good lad. Come, let's see you to the shower."

After untying him and storing away everything she'd used, Luna escorted Pip to the bathroom and helped him into the bathtub. Being kept in an uncomfortable and unfamiliar position all night had left his joints very stiff, and his hooves were shaking. He needed some help, and she was willing to offer that aid. She even helped to scrub his back, making sure to remove every trace of candle wax for him. He had to look like he'd just had a bad night, not like he'd been tortured.

He was obviously very sensitive where she'd been dripping on him, and he winced at every touch of the loofah. Still, he sat there and let her scrub, knowing that he wouldn't be able to do it himself. He didn't have the stomach for that sort of pain.

Of course, there were things he had to do himself, regardless. She wasn't going to touch his underside at all, but he had no trouble reaching it himself. She even gave him the courtesy of privacy, closing the curtain for him when it came time to scrub his balls.

It was a quarter to six when they finished with the shower, toweled Pip off, and returned to his room. "Princess Luna?"

"Yes, Pip?"

"Do you do this sort of thing with other colts my age?"

Luna shook her head. "Other colts your age don't have this problem, Pip. This is something that, while an issue now, will be a blessing when you become older. That's why I'm doing this for you. I want you to have the best chance of successfully navigating through this problem so you can reap the benefits on the other side."

Pip lowered his head. "Am I a freak?"

Luna placed a hoof on his shoulder. "You're not a freak, Pip. You're just a bit misguided. Everypony needs help sometimes; even me. Right now, you need my help, and I'm doing my best to see you through. But you have to listen to me, okay?"

Pip nodded. "Okay."

She gave him one more kiss before moving to the window. "This goes without saying, but let's keep tonight's session between us. There's no need to tell your parents that I came here to administer a punishment for your actions. As far as they're concerned, you're a good boy, and you just had trouble falling asleep last night."

Pip gasped. "You want me to lie?"

"Not lie, no. Just don't give them any details. You were up all night, that is true, and you could not sleep because you couldn't find a comfortable spot on the bed. It's the truth, but it's a version of the truth that paints you in a good light. You can tell them that you didn't sleep, but not why you didn't sleep."

"Okay."

"It's for the best, Pip. What you've been doing is wrong. This was just a taste of what will happen to you if you continue down this path. It was a warning, to prevent any future problems." She slipped out the window and turned around. "Have a good day at school, Pip. I will see you very soon."

As she flew back to Canterlot, Luna felt her stomach drop. She'd just spent the whole night lying to Pip about what life in the dungeons was like. It wasn't nearly as bad as she had described, as she didn't like seeing her subjects suffer, even the worst of them. She'd personally taken steps to increase the funding for the rehabilitation programs that saw prisoners return to society if applicable. She had also pushed for better treatments by the guards, as they were to be an example of how to behave. These programs were showing promise thus far, though it was too soon to see the long-term effects.

She landed at the castle just in time for breakfast with Celestia. She wasn't going to sleep today. She'd essentially forced Pip to go about his day with no sleep, and she would suffer the same punishment. The difference was, Pip could go to sleep right after dinner. She would have to wait until nightfall, as she had to raise the moon.

At any rate, she didn't feel like sleeping at the moment. Even knowing that what happened last night had to be done, she still didn't feel right about doing it. Even if she hadn't caused any permanent physical damage, she had caused Pip an unbelievable amount of pain, and that was something she never wanted to do. She hoped she would never have to again.

Chapter the Sixteenth: Reprieve

Three days passed without incident. Three nights passed with Luna returning to her tasks of tending to the individual ponies whose dreams had gone bad. She felt like her old self again, carrying ponies through their problems and promoting healthy sleep.

And yet, she felt a massive weight in the pit of her stomach the entire time. Pip had been counting on her to make everything alright, and while she hadn't failed, the fact that he hadn't called her was troubling. Certainly, it was what she'd wanted, but it felt wrong. She'd stopped him from acting in the manner of a sexual predator, but in doing so, she worried she might have either suppressed his sexuality entirely, which was going too far, or damaged her relationship with him irreparably.

All he had wanted was to be friends with her. That he wasn't trying to invite her in a dream to a carnival or a swim in one of the lakes near Ponyville could very well mean that he didn't like her anymore. She couldn't really blame him, either. The way she'd treated him, she'd be surprized if he ever wanted to see her again.

She shook her head. Now was no time for wondering. Not when she could find out for sure.

With a wave of her wings, she was hovering over Ponyville. Dreams filled the air, but she was looking for one in particular. First, she narrowed it down to his neighborhood, then his street, his house, and finally his personal dream. It didn't seem to be a nightmare, and thus didn't trigger her alarm bells, but nor was it bright and vibrant. From the outside, this dream seemed to be normal.

When she stepped in, however, it looked like a nightmare. Pip was in the castle dungeons. Not the real ones, but the one she had described to him. He was sitting in the corner of the room, curled up and shivering. Next to the door was a rotten apple with a worm crawling out of it. Suddenly, a rat bolted from the corner of the room and grabbed the worm, devouring it. It sniffed the apple and, with a sneer, scurried away again. These conditions were horrifying. Granted, she's the one that came up with them, but still, this was deplorable.

How to proceed? She could step in, but would that really be the best option? She'd lied to him, and in his dreams, she had no say. He could seal her mouth shut and block out anything she said. He had before, and even forced her to say things she never would. If he thought of her saying things to make this worse, she would have no choice but to say them. Then again, he hadn't called for her. It was possible that she could influence certain aspects of his dream and make it seem alright.

She decided to send a probe. A faceless guard that would tell him that he'd been transferred to another cell. A nicer cell, with better food. Also, he was being considered for parole.

The guard approached the cell door and slid it open. "Pipsqueak."

Pip looked up from his corner. The look of horror on his face tore Luna up inside.

"It's time."

"N-no..."

Against Luna's orders, the guard pulled out a whip and cracked it across Pip's knee, slashing it open. Then another across his back, and a third into his shoulder. Each one drew blood. "Do you like that, you little shit?!" growled the guard, striking him over and over.

Luna couldn't bear the sight of it, and had to walk away. To her ire, the dream, which had been a dull sort of grey, had darkened to a foul black. She'd given him a nightmare, something she was sworn to protect him from. Worse still, she couldn't go in and fix it, as he had called this down upon himself. She had brought the guard, but it was he who brought forth the whip.

Luna forced herself awake. It was midnight. There was time, still, for her to go see him. Throwing the covers off, she bolted out the window and flew as fast as she could to Ponyville, landing outside his window. One look inside told her that he was still sleeping, and by the amount he was tossing and turning, he was definitely still having his nightmare.

She opened the window and climbed in, shaking his shoulder until he bolted upright with a yelp.

Luna made it a point to soundproof the room, though it was possible that his parents had heard him cry out.

After taking a moment to calm himself, Pip bowed. "I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to startle you."

Luna took a deep breath and pulled him into a hug. "It is I who should be apologizing, Pip. I could not protect you from your nightmare." She rubbed his back, letting him cry into her chest. "In fact, I believe I made it worse by mistake."

He sniffed and looked up at her. "You didn't mean to, right?"

"Of course not, Pip. I would never intentionally make your dreams worse."

"Then it's okay," he smiled, rubbing her back. "I forgive you. I'm not even mad."

Luna snorted. She had come here to comfort him, not the other way around.

"Pip, I have something I need to tell you. It's something I should have said before I last left."

Pip looked up at her, his eyes wide.

She took a deep breath. "Remember when I told you what the dungeons are like?"

"Mhmm."

"I have no intention or desire to send you there, Pip. I only made you experience it because I wanted you to understand where you were headed, with the intent to steer you away from that."

Pip sniffled and reached for a tissue to wipe his nose. "You're not going to send me to the dungeons?"

"Only if I have no choice."

"What about banishing me?"

Luna shook her head. "That will not happen."

She hadn't even considered banishing him. Not that it would help much, as the dream realm knew no borders.

She held him close and gently stroked his back for a bit, letting him fall asleep in her hooves. As soon as he began to snore, she tucked him in. She did rouse him from his slumber in doing so, but he could still feel her love. A kiss on his forehead propelled him into a pleasant sleep, dreamless as it was.

Chapter the Seventeenth: The Last Straw

When she had left Pip's bedroom and ushered him back to sleep, Luna has presumed that the problem had been dealt with. After all, the rest of his night was without incident, and even the next night was without incident of any kind. She had checked on his dream, and he was once again on his schooner, swinging from the mast and securing loot from the galleon he'd stopped. While she couldn't condone piracy, this was a perfectly normal dream for a child to have, indicating that he was in a good state.

However, the next night was the strongest pull he'd ever had. Luna had been brushing her teeth and preparing to go to bed when, out of nowhere, she very nearly fainted. Dropping down onto her stomach, she dragged her way across the floor to her bed, grabbing the comforter from the corner just as she passed out. She did not manage to make it into her bed.

She found herself locked in bondage, hanging from the ceiling in the same position she had left Pip in. Her mouth was held open with a ring gag, and her tail had been taped to her thigh. She'd not been blindfolded, but her hooves were bound. This was the same stone room he'd spanked her in.

"Oh, she's lovely," came a voice. It wasn't Pip's voice. Whoever it was, he was behind her, and she couldn't turn her head. But she could feel his hoof on her flank. First it was a rub, then he spanked it. "She'd be excellent in my collection."

"She's not for sale." That was Pip's voice. "Nor is she for rent. She's only down here because she's been bad."

The unnamed stallion chuckled. "If she's been bad, then she needs to be punished," he chuckled. "And I know just the way."

She felt his hoof hard across her arse. Then again, and again. If this were real life, she'd have a contusion. But he just kept smacking her.

"That's enough," interjected Pip. "More than enough, actually. We're not trying to break her hip. We're just trying to make sure she doesn't misbehave again. Come along, we're done here."

They left the room, by the sound of it, and for a moment, Luna was alone. She tried to pull herself out of the dream, but Pip's thoughts about her were too strong. He was holding her here until he was done.

After a few minutes, the door opened and closed again. Pip and the unnamed stallion came and stood in front of her. The stallion had no face, but he did have an expression, somehow. He looked dejected.

"My apologies, Princess Luna," the stallion said. "I did not mean to strike you so hard. To make good on my actions, I shall make you feel better."

Luna could see his cock slipping from his sheath as he moved behind her. She tried to shake her head vehemently, but she knew it wouldn't move unless Pip made it so. He was the one in control here; he made the rules.

She felt him spank her arse again. This time, it was not pain, but pleasure. Her body would betray her enjoyment, if she could, as the perceived pleasure she was being forced into was massive. She'd only ever felt this twice, and both times it was by her own hoof. Nopony else could satisfy her so completely, and she'd only been able to dream up such a good feeling. This was not real enjoyment, but a forced enjoyment, stronger than anything that existed in reality. It would be spectacular, had she desired it.

As he entered her, she felt his size. It was truly massive. Thankfully, her dream body was significantly more elastic than its real counterpart, so when his tip touched her throat, it wasn't because he had torn her body apart. She likely wasn't bleeding, though she couldn't be sure, as this was Pip's dream. She was doing whatever he was forcing her to do. And right now, that was to sexually please his guest.

"You see now why she's my favourite," said Pip, stroking her face with his hoof. "Not only is she the most beautiful, but she's also a better lover than every other mare in Equestria, combined."

Luna could feel her internal organs being rearranged as the faceless stallion began to fuck her more vigorously. Every thrust was just as full of fake passion as the first, clouding her mind and making it too difficult to even try fighting back. She was utterly helpless, lost in a sea of pleasure.

Then came the whip. To her shock, Pip was okay with the stallion beating her with the whip, creating a gradient of pleasure and pain across her body. Every receptor she had was going crazy, sending mixed signals to her brain. Normally, such an intense experience would cause her to pass out, but since she was already asleep, she just had to endure it.

By the time she realized Pip had shoved his abnormally large cock in her mouth, it had already been there for some time. There was no way he was this big. She'd seen him fully extended, and this wasn't it. However, she didn't have the concentration needed to wonder why he'd reimagined his size, and why it was so unproportional now. She could start coming up with a reason, but before she could finish any thoughts, her mind was flooded with emotions she couldn't fight off.

Suddenly, the stallion behind her pushed in all the way, flooding her chest with his fluids. Pip followed soon after, dumping his maple syrup-flavoured semen into her throat, which spilled out of her mouth and over her tongue. As they both pulled out, they walked in front of her and presented their dicks, which she was forced to lick clean. It was all too sweet for her tastes, but that really wasn't what bothered her.

This was it. Pip had gone too far this time, and Luna was going to have to do something drastic, or be forced to make a decision she would despise herself for making for the rest of her life, however long that was. This was Pip's last chance. If he could not learn how to keep himself in check, she would have little choice but to remove his ability to dream entirely, a process she would never be able to undo, as it would kill his imagination in the process.

Chapter the Eighteenth: Calm Before the Storm

Luna spent half the morning setting up. Tonight would be one of the most difficult nights of her entire life. No matter how it played out, things would never be the same. Something was going to change tonight, and she was hoping it would be for the better.

However, she did not have high hopes for this. Pip seemed a good kid, but every deterrent she'd given him seemed to only make him more zealous. If this didn't scare him away, nothing would, and he'd grow into an abusive, sadistic villain. If this didn't work, she'd have to neutralise his imagination.

That was assuming she didn't break in the process. She was hanging on by a thread already, dreading what would happen to her if she went through with this plan. Granted, she had to, but would this be her end? Would she be able to keep her strength? Would Celestia send her back to the moon? Would she go of her own volition?

She shook her head. She had to do this. She was almost out of options, and what remained after this were nothing but poor choices that would only cause excessive harm. Even this would not be pleasant.

She just kept going over the events in her head, playing them out as they'd happened as she organized her bedroom. The windows were sealed and blocked off, the lock on the main door was ready to move, and four guards were selected for the task. They were, of course, sworn to secrecy, and ready to follow her orders, no matter how odd and cruel they may sound. After all, there was no guarantee that a small pony could not be dangerous.

Once the guards had been informed of what they needed to do, Luna let them go about their day. Only one of them, the one with a brown coat, stayed behind. "Are you sure about this, Princess?" he asked. "This is quite a stretch."

"I am well-aware of that," nodded Luna, taking a deep breath. "If I wasn't sure, I would try to find another way. And I have, but nothing so far was worked. If this does not, then I will have to do something even worse."

"Worse than what you're asking us to do?"

"I'm not asking. This is an order."

The guard sighed. "I hope you're right, Princess. If this doesn't work out, I can't imagine what I'd do with myself."

As he walked out, Luna nodded. "I'm right there with you..."

As midday rolled around, Luna made her way to Pip's house. To her surprise, his father was home.

"How do you do, Princess?" smiled Wee Shrimp. "Won't you come in?"

Luna nodded and entered the house. "I need a quick word with you before Pip comes home."

"Oh, certainly," he nodded. "Let me just put the kettle on; we have some lovely bergamot tea for you this time."

Luna put forth her best fake smile. She wasn't being genuine, as she was about to do something terrible to his son, but she still had to act like she was here for his best interests.

Wee Shrimp came back and sat down in his chair, inviting Luna to the couch. A small cloth cover had been placed over the damaged spot. Clearly, they were expecting her to come back. "So, how are things with my little Pip? Everything okay with him?"

Luna shook her head. "Unfortunately, something's been going wrong with his dreams of late."

Wee Shrimp nodded. "Yes, I saw that he's been waking up recently in pretty poor moods. The last two days, he's seemed to be better, but before that, he was waking up in tears. I was going to write you a letter, but then he seemed to improve." He reached down into the basket under the coffee table and pulled out a sealed envelope with her name on it. "You can look it over, if you like, but essentially, I'm just asking you to help my son."

Luna nodded and took the letter. "Well, the contents of his dreams of late have been very troubling. He has asked me multiple times not to tell you what happens in his dreams, as he doesn't want you to stop loving him, and I intend to keep that promise."

"Well, that's just silly," he chuckled. "He's my boy! I love him with all of my heart."

"And I don't want to mess that up," nodded Luna. Her smile faded as she thought of what she had to do, but it came back, flickering on and off as she tried to be a comfort while roiling inside. "Pip needs help; there's no sidestepping that. What is happening in his dreams needs to be brought to a close. To that end, I have a request that I must make of you."

"Of course. Request away."

Luna took a deep breath. "Pip needs to come back to the castle with me tonight."

Wee Shrimp glanced around. "You're serious? That's it?"

Luna shook her head. "Mechanically, yes, but there's more to it than that. I need him to be under close watch by myself and some of my guards. While his safety is one of my main concerns; I don't want him to come to harm, it may be unavoidable. When he returns to you, he will be changed from his current state. Hopefully, it will be for the better, but there's always a chance that he could be worse."

Wee Shrimp swallowed hard. "How bad?"

Luna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "If everything works out right, he'll be a bit moody for a few days, but then go right back to being a normal foal; the one you know and love. If everything goes wrong, he may lose the part of himself that makes him adventurous and curious."

Wee Shrimp was obviously worried, and rightfully so. "I don't know about this..."

Luna looked him right in the eye. "If we don't act now, that worst case will inevitably happen, and I would guess very soon. This is going to be our only chance at correcting what's going wrong in his mind before it grows out of hoof and the ponies he loves are harmed by his own hoof."

Inhaling through his teeth, he paused for a moment, and then nodded. "Okay."

Luna reached forward and placed a hoof on his shoulder. "This is for the best. I will do everything I can to make sure that Pip becomes a healthy, productive member of Equestrian society. You have my word on that."

"How long? When are you bringing him back?"

Luna found her smile again. "Just a few days. It'll be over before you know it."

Wee Shrimp took a few deep breaths. "I'm going to go pack him a bag. Everything he'll need. You will take good care of him, yes? He's my only son."

"I swear, he will be under the protection of the same guards that keep me safe. We will do everything in our power to help his condition improve."

Chapter the Nineteenth: Lunar Fissure

"You're letting me stay here?!" squealed Pip, ogling the princess's room. "I can't believe this!" Dropping his overnight bag by the door, he ran over and dove into her bed. "This is so cool!"

Luna took a deep breath and walked into the room behind him. "Yes, for the next few days, this is where you'll be staying. It really is a comfortable bed."

"It's wonderful! Like lying on a cloud! I could fall asleep super easy on this bed!"

"I'm glad you enjoy it," Luna smiled. It was a bittersweet smile, as she felt a pain in her heart. She wanted him to be happy, genuinely, but she didn't want that to come at the expense of her own health. "It's a wonderful bed, one of the best Equestria has to offer."

Pip sat up. "But wait... If I'm sleeping here, where are you going to sleep?"

Luna shook her head. "It's going to be a difficult few days for us, Pip. I'm not sure how much sleep we're actually going to have."

Pip suddenly remembered back to the dream he'd had the night before. His head drooped, and he began to shiver. "O-oh..."

"You know what you did was wrong, Pip."

He nodded. "I know. I didn't mean to, I just... I wanted it so much, and I couldn't control myself..." He sniffled. "I know I don't deserve to be forgiven this time."

"That's correct," nodded Luna. "At the very least, you are beginning to understand what the problem is. There is hope for you, yet, but we should be much further along by now."

Pip nodded and held out his hooves. "I'm ready to go to the dungeons, now."

Luna shook her head. "You're not going to the dungeons, Pip."

He looked up. "I'm not?"

"No. I was being honest when I said you would be back at home in a few days. Whether you have all of your mental faculties when you do depends on you. Let me make this very clear, Pip: If you should fail the test I'm about to give you, you will never have another dream again. The next couple of nights will determine whether or not I will allow you to keep dreaming. If you cannot keep them under control, I will have to remove them entirely. That includes any imaginings you might have. The wooden fence slat you imagine as your cutlass will forevermore be a wooden fence slat. Your ship will be nothing more than a plastic box around your mattress, and your pirate outfit will look to you as cheap cuts of discounted cloth. Your world will be boring, dull and gray if you cannot hold yourself back. Do I make myself clear?"

Pip couldn't say anything. He was paralyzed with fear. He was a creative boy, and he needed his imagination. To be in an uncreative world would be worse than living in the dungeons, as there, he could at least convince himself that the food was good, and that his bed was a boat. He had options if he could imagine them. In a world without that, he was restricted to only facts, a very depressing way to live.

"Pip, I need you to tell me if you understand or not. Do I have to repeat myself?"

He shook his head. Tears were already beginning to well up in his eyes, and they hadn't even started the test yet. Luna began to have second thoughts about this, but with a deep breath, she pressed forward, placing a hoof on his shoulder.

"Pip, there's one more thing I need to say. Do you remember when this started, and I said that this was something all stallions have to go through?"

He sniffed. "Mhmm..."

"This part, along with a few others so far, are not normally involved. I've had to step in because you're advancing too quickly. It's not healthy to bloom this fast, or as bombastically as you are. What's happened to you in the past month usually takes place over the course of five or six years, and strikes way later. If I were to judge by your libido, you should be in your early to mid-twenties. That's not good for you, Pip. If this rate is kept up, then when you come of age, you might have the sexual fortitude of a stallion in his eighties. That's very much going to cripple your chances of finding somepony to spend personal time alone with."

Pip nodded, saying nothing.

Luna took a deep breath. "Pip, you're a very good colt. I want you to grow into a magnificent stallion. Somepony I can depend on. If I can't trust you, Pip, I can't allow you into the royal guard. If you can beat this, Pip, then there's a chance that, one day, you could be my personal guard, by my side at every turn. It's what you've dreamed of for years before this rash of sexual fantasies. You even told me you still wanted that. I want to help you, Pip, but you have to be strong enough to control yourself."

He sniffed and wiped his face with his hoof. Luna offered him another hoofkerchief to dry his face. "I'll try," he whimpered. "For you."

"For you," urged Luna. "This isn't just about me. I'm trying to keep you safe. Even if that means I have to protect you from yourself."

Pip took a deep breath. "I think I'm ready. Am I?"

Luna shook her head. "Nopony is ever ready for this. I will keep you alive, Pip, but you have to do the rest on your own. And remember, this is your last chance. If you fail, there's nothing else I can do."

Pip nodded. "Okay. I'll do my best. When do we begin?"

Luna strode over to the door and placed her hoof on the latch. "Right now."

As the door swung open, the four guards she had selected, having been waiting by the door when she and Pip arrived, walked into the room.

"Pip, in order to stop you from doing what you have, it is going to be drilled into your brain what it feels like to the victim of your actions. By the time you leave this room, you will know very well what it is you've put me through. These four guards will show you what it feels like to go through what you've done to me." She locked the door and sat down in a nearby chair. "He's all yours, boys."

Chapter the Twenty-First: The Results

Over the course of the next two hours, Luna watched as Pip was used in various ways. She didn't have to step in very often, as the guards were very aware of what they needed to do and how they needed to do it. Even when she did step in, it didn't need to be more than a few words, at most.

She didn't leave her chair, of course. If she became too involved, she would feel sorry for Pip and stay her hoof, and this would stop being a representation of his actions having consequences, instead being a representation of how she would protect him no matter what. She would, of course, as she didn't actually wish him harm, but she couldn't risk encouraging his behaviour, as that would only make things worse.

She had made it so the guards would remain erect for the duration of the exercise, but she couldn't expect it to last forever. When she'd seen enough, she issued a simple order that this was to be their last run, and once they finished, they were to step away. The guards acknowledged the order, and with the black one lying on his back, thrusting up into Pip, who was jerking off the white and brown ones while sucking on the grey one, they tried to meter it out so they would all finish at the same time.

They were mildly successful in this, with a ninety second gap between the first pop and the last. Pip took one shot in his arse, and three plastered his face, which was now dripping and sticky. Letting him flop back onto the bed, the stallions one by one returned to the middle of the room, panting and sweaty. Two and a half hours had taken a large chunk of their stamina, but they had not yet been dismissed.

Pip didn't bother wiping his face. His body was sore all over, and all he wanted right now was to catch his breath. "Is it over?" he wheezed.

"For now, yes," answered Luna. She turned to the guards. "You may use my shower. Two at a time, I don't care which."

With a salute, the brown and white stallions filed into her bathroom and disrobed. The other two stood next to the bathroom door, awaiting further orders.

"How do you feel, Pip?"

"It hurts," he answered. "It started to feel good sometimes, but mostly, it hurts."

Luna closed her eyes. She was afraid of that. If he began to derive pleasure from this, it wouldn't work. Hopefully, the pain was enough of a deterrent.

"Is it almost sunup?" he asked.

"It's just past midnight," answered Luna. "Dawn is still quite a fair amount of time away."

Pip groaned loudly. "Did I at least pass the test?"

"We shall see in a moment," answered Luna. "In the interim, try to stand up."

With a series of grunts and jerking movements, Pip tried to sit up, and barring that, tried to roll onto his stomach to push himself up onto his hooves. Without a guard in the way, Luna could see the gape Pip had been left with trying to pull itself closed and leaking everywhere. She swallowed hard at the sight, reminding herself that this had to be done.

Pip turned around and jumped down to the floor, slipping and landing on his face. His hooves were still lubricated from the guards' cocks, and his shoulders and elbows were sore from the movements, both leading to this result. He stood back up and looked in Luna's direction, wiping his eyes and saluting as soon as he could see.

"I didn't want to have to do this, Pip."

"I know." Now that he was upright, his voice was rough and scratchy. He had definitely been damaged, but that would clear up fairly soon.

"I'm going to have you shower after the guards, and then you can go to bed. We'll pick this up again in the morning." That was a lie, of course. She would immediately walk into his dream and see what it was, and the guards knew that. But she couldn't warn Pip because this had to be a surprise inspection.

At her command, none of the guards went in to help him; only to watch him and make sure he scrubbed properly. After all, this was part of his test. If he were to continue as he imagined, and end up making his fantasies a reality, this was what he would be doing to his victims. If he couldn't understand it even after all of this, then he really will have failed.

Once he was clean, he stepped out and dried off, commenting to the guards about how soft the towels were, and how great they felt. He even mentioned how snuggly they were to Luna as he climbed up into bed. Thankfully, Luna's bed cleaned up very easily, so there wasn't a big puddle of the guards' ejaculate staining the covers. Even if there were, it would wash out easily enough.

Pip climbed into bed and curled up next to Luna as she lowered the lights. She didn't want them completely turned off, as they would be waking up again thirty minutes after falling asleep, regardless of what happened next. This was the real test. This would determine if Pip was allowed to keep his imagination.

Things immediately took a bad turn. As Pip was right next to her, his pull was exceptionally strong, and Luna was instantly brought next to his bed. They were at his house, which was the first sign that things were going wrong, but she was being held in place by six guards.

"I want what's best for my subjects," declared Pip, wearing a large crown and purple cape that matched his amethyst-studded scepter. "That's why I've designed this test to determine if you're worthy of being my queen."

The guards pulled Luna back and pushed her to the soft marble floor. Luna knew the average penis size of most stallions, and these ones were well outside the spectrum. Worse still, she had two of them in each hole, somehow not crowding each other.

To cap it all off, Pip was sitting off to the side, rubbing himself. This could be seen the same as what Luna had done to him, but she hadn't been enjoying herself. How could she, witnessing his torture? He had failed, and now she would have no choice but to snuff out the spark of joy and wonder in his heart. That hurt more than being crammed full of six massive cocks at once.

Chapter the Twenty-Second: The Breaking Point

The guards did as they were required to do, waking Pip after half an hour. With him awakened, Luna was released, and popped out of the dreamrealm of her own volition.

She immediately rolled over on top of Pip, who was already in tears, a horrible grimace on his face. "Pip..."

"I'm sorry!" he whimpered. "I couldn't help it!"

Luna took a deep breath. "Why, Pip? You know what this feels like. I know you do, because you just experienced this."

"I know," he sobbed. "I failed! I failed, and now you have to take it away! Just please, please make it quick." He wrapped his hooves around his shoulders and closed his eyes, bracing for the worst pain he'd ever felt. "I know I was wrong, but I just couldn't stop myself! I just wanted to spend more time with you!"

"And you thought this was the way to do it?"

"Kind of... It worked, a little bit..."

"This isn't the way, Pip."

He sniffled and sobbed. "I just wanted to be near you. I was told this is what ponies who love each other do, and I love you, princess. I want you to love me, too. And if I have to have my dreams silenced forever for you to forgive me, then I accept my punishment. Please... just make it fast."

That was odd. Usually, ponies would beg for another chance or try to fight her. She was used to ponies asking to be spared or clawing their way toward escape. Asking her to hurry along and take out what made him happy, something every child should have, just so he would stop hurting her accidentally was noble. He truly was a good kid, just in way over his head.

"Pip, you... want me to remove your imagination?"

"I don't like how angry you become when you see those dreams. If it makes you feel better, I want to stop having them. I want to be better, but I can't. I'd do anything for you, Princess Luna."

Luna sighed quietly. This could not feel more wrong. There had to be some other way. The spell to remove his imagination dissipated, and she pulled away. "Not yet, Pip."

He opened his eyes, looking up at her through a veil of tears. "What?"

"I'm giving you another chance, Pip."

He sniffed. "I'll just screw it up again. I've failed every time."

Luna shook her head. "No, Pip. It is I who have failed you."

"You can't fail," he smiled. "You're the best princess ever! Everything you do is the right thing!"

Luna shook her head. "If I did everything right, I would have solved this problem the first time. We wouldn't still be trying to fix this."

Pip picked himself up and tried to hug her, but he was too sore to reach. Thankfully, Luna made up the difference.

"You are the best princess, though. I've done horrible things to you, and you still think I should have another chance. I don't even think I deserve another chance."

Luna nodded. "The process for removing your creative side is fast. I can be done in five minutes, if I hurry. I have you for a few days. If you are beyond saving, it is my fault, and my burden to bear. Pip, I ask for your forgiveness."

"Of course. You don't even have to ask!"

Taking a deep breath, Luna kissed Pip deeply and passionately on the lips. Pip was shocked, falling back to the bed when it was done. "What was that?" he asked, his head spinning.

"I think I understand where you're coming from, now," sighed Luna. "I saw it the first time I entered your bedroom, and yet I have been avoiding it."

"Princess?"

Luna's mind was racing. She was looking for any reason not to take away all that was good in his life, but there was another option she hadn't even considered. She had to embrace him, despite his flaws.

"Lie still, Pip," she commanded. As he nodded, she slid down his body. Taking a deep breath, she found his dick and began to rub it. "Part of the problem is that I've been trying to push you into the solution; to make you into somepony I would be proud to hold up as an example to all of Equestria. Even though your actions within your dreams present a danger to those around you, I've been driving you away from a wrong choice and, consequently, I've created a worse one."

"P-princess, I--" Pip's legs were pulsing and tensing up. It never felt this good when he did it.

"I see now that what I should have done was something I had been too scared to do." She licked his balls.

"Y-you... uh..."

"Pip, I should not be part of the problem. I should be part of the solution. I realize this may only apply to the brief time we have together now, but as long as you don't dream as you have been, I will reward you. Let it be an incentive for your good behaviour."

"P-princess..."

"Shhh..." she placed a hoof against his lips. "When we're in bed, you can call me Luna. But you have to be good."

He nodded vigorously. "Luna..."

She took his entire length into her mouth. Due to the size discrepancy and her training, there was enough space for her to stick her tongue out and wrap them around his balls. With a squeak, Pip fired off into her mouth, and she swallowed the whole thing.

"Th-th-that..."

"Better than you ever imagined, wasn't it?"

"I ha-had no idea..."

Luna smiled and gave him another kiss. "And it's better than what happens when you're bad, right?"

"Way better!"

She pulled him into a hug, then turned him around so he could be her little spoon. "This doesn't have to end this way, either. Learn to control yourself, and all of this can be our new regular. Twice a week, we can do things like this, in dreams and in reality."

Pip looked up at her. "But aren't I too young for this sort of thing?"

Luna hugged him tighter. "That's never stopped you before. And I will help you to take it slow. Go back to sleep, Pip."

As he nodded and prepared to drift off again, Luna signalled to the guards with her hoof. They were to wake him again in thirty minutes' time, just in case something went wrong.

Chapter the Twenty-Third: Reset

Pip's mind was racing too fast in in too many different directions to have a stable dream. Luna had to pop out every twenty minutes or so to tell the guards to stand down and just let him sleep this time, and after an hour, they were allowed to leave and come back in a few hours. That meant a long lunch break for two of them, and some sleep for the other two.

Despite not having had a full rest, Luna woke up with Pip, wanting to keep an eye on him this morning. She'd need to, with the guards not being present.

"Good morning, Pip," she smiled.

"P-princess?"

Luna nodded. "Did you sleep well?"

Pip fidgeted with his hooves. "I had a really weird dream. I don't know how to describe it; it was a weird one. Just colours and textures and amorphous blobs. It was... weird."

Luna nodded. "Pip, what do you remember of last night?"

He shrunk down. "You had these four guards doing stuff to me. I didn't like it. Kind of..."

"Kind of?"

He began to tremble. "Is it bad if I liked some of it?"

Luna shook her head. "You're allowed to like what you like, Pip. I'm not punishing you for having desires."

"Isn't that what dreams are?"

Luna shook her head. "Dreams are far more complicated than that, Pip. For most ponies, their dreams are merely windows. You, Pip, have something more akin to a door and a carriage. That's why I have been trying to convince you to control your dreams of late."

Pip looked scared and confused. "What are you saying?"

Luna took a deep breath. "When a normal pony dreams, I can show them what they need to see from behind a protective barrier. When they dream of me, specifically, it may not actually be me, but a facsimile. A puppet, wearing my skin. In their dreams, it's not really me."

"Well, yeah, dreams can't really hurt you. They're just illusions."

Luna nodded. "For most ponies. Pip, the reason you need to keep a strong handle on things is because you're not looking through a window. There's nothing separating you and I in your dreams. Every time I've been in your dreams, it's not a puppet or an illusion. I wasn't hurt by what I saw, Pip. I was there in the dream with you, for real."

Pip's eyes had gone wide, and his pupils had retracted as the horror of what he'd done washed over him. "Y-you mean..."

"Every time you held me down, I felt every centimetre."

He was shaking by now. "Th-there were good ones, though, right? You were smiling the whole time in some of those."

Luna shook her head. "Pip, you put that look on my face. Your dreams are very powerful. That's why I was relieved to see so many faceless ponies in them. The rest really were puppets, puppeteered by you. Everypony else was a cheap imitation, but you brought in the real me."

Pip grabbed the back of his neck in both hooves and began to rock back and forth.

"The reason I didn't tell you was to keep you from trying to call somepony else. If you'd harmed one of your classmates by making them a part of your dream when they didn't want to be, something you did to me several times, we would not be having this conversation. For their safety, you would have already had your imagination removed in secret. As I was your only victim, I had some say in how you were dealt with. I tried so many times to just calm your dreams to simple, easy things that weren't harmful. But you continued to force me into these horrible situations."

He whimpered, unable to cope with what he'd done, given the new information.

"That's why this is your last chance, Pip. I tell you this to give you something to latch onto pushing forward. A reason to be better, more than just because I said so. I want to meet you on a more equal standing, Pip."

He didn't move, aside from rocking back and forth.

"Pip?"

"I'm a m-monster..."

She wrapped her hooves around him and pulled him to her chest. "You're not a monster, Pip. And I don't want you to turn into one, either. I want to help you, Pip. You are dear to me, and I want you to have a happy life. But I don't want you to make others suffer to make that happen."

"B-but... What I've done--"

"Was to me, and me alone. Ease your mind, Pip. Let us make forward progress together."

He sobbed, tears running down his face as he thought about every dream he'd ever had about Princess Luna, knowing now that she was in anguish every time. He hated what he'd become, and now understood why she'd been so aggressive in trying to make him change. He'd never wanted to hurt anypony, least of all her. He couldn't stand the thought of harming the very pony he'd loved so much for so long.

The two of them sat there for awhile on their own, with Luna rolling them over so he could lie on her chest. She did what she could to comfort him, humming softly and stroking his shoulders. They didn't talk or perform tasks, they just lay there. While Luna was upset to see Pip crying, she knew he had to come to grips with himself and fully understand his actions before this particular method would do anything at all. He was a good boy, and he wanted to be a good boy, but he had to know if he was going to improve.

After almost an hour, he nudged her. His tears had not stopped, but they had slowed considerably. His thoughts had caught up with him, and he could form his thoughts into words. "Princess Luna?"

"Yes, Pip?"

"I have to pee."

With a smile, Luna moved him to the side of the bed. He managed to stand up and walk on his own, being better at walking to the bathroom than he had the night before. She followed him, of course, and watched him over the toilet, and once he was done, and she was, too, she invited him into the shower. They both needed to clean up from the night prior.

Chapter the Twenty-Fourth: Rebuilding a Relationship

Luna had kept a close eye on Pip for the entire shower. He'd stepped in with an erection, and he was trying to hide it behind his leg throughout, glancing up between her legs every so often to see what lay there. He kept looking away, though, clearly ashamed of what he was doing, but unable to hold back the urge to look and clearly being turned on by her.

"Pip?"

He jumped at the sound of her voice. "I'm sorry."

"I was just going to ask why you're not washing up. There's soap to your left."

"O-oh..."

She knew he was still in shock at the revelation, but she still wanted to help him out. "How did it feel, Pip?"

"What?"

She turned to face him. "When I had my lips around your dick, how did that feel?"

Pip shuffled uncomfortably and mumbled, his face turning red.

"Speak up, Pip. I need to be able to hear you."

"It felt really good at the time, but now I'm not so sure. Didn't it hurt you?"

Luna shook her head. "Pip, what was hurting me in your dreams was that I had no say in the matter. I couldn't choose to walk away or stop, much the same as you were unable to with the guards. If I were to reach down between your legs and just start rubbing, I could stop at any time. And also, you would be able to tell me to stop. That's what consent is, Pip. That's what you need to give me."

"I... I know. I've really been struggling with that."

"Indeed, you have," she chuckled. Having fully cleaned herself, she lay down on the shower floor in front of him, crossing her front hooves. "I am now ready to give you my consent, Pip. Do you want to feel good?"

Pip swallowed and shook his head vehemently. "It's a dream!" he shouted, putting his hooves on his head, squeezing it. "I don't want to hurt Princess Luna! Wake up, Pip!"

Luna's smile widened. This may not have been the reaction she had wanted, but it was a good reaction. At the very least, he was trying to control himself in what he thought was a dream. That was a big step in the right direction. Still, it was best if he knew the truth.

She slapped his flank with a shower brush, causing him to yelp and jump. She didn't hit him that hard, it was just the shock. "You're not dreaming this time, Pip. I truly am offering you a chance to make real your fantasy, with certain exceptions in place. Right now, you need not worry about harming me. I can make it pleasant for you in a way that will not see me come to harm. Would you like that, Pip?"

He was silent and still for a moment, then sheepishly nodded.

"Speak, Pip. Tell me what you want."

"I want... I want whatever you'd be comfortable giving me. I'm not picky. Really, I've picked so many times. What makes you happiest?"

Luna let out a small laugh. Truly, she was happy to know that Pip thought this way. It brought her joy, knowing that he was willing to change. "Let's start with something you already know. Come, grab my horn with your front hooves."

Pip did as he was told, and Luna was once more met with Pip's tiny cock. It wasn't even a mouthful, and she was able to take the whole thing without even a hint of gagging. She started off just rubbing her tongue against the underside, back and forth along his urethra. Judging by the moans ringing out above her, Pip was enjoying every second of it.

"Are you having a good time, Pip?" asked Luna, taking a short break.

"Y-yeah," he uttered, his knees shaking. "This is really good..."

"Try moving your hips, now. Slowly, at first. Try to capture the motion and depth before you start adding any speed."

She held still and let him begin to buck his hips. He had little control at first, but after about a minute, he was doing a fairly decent job. He was slipping out less and less, and with some encouragement, he began to pick up the case, fucking her mouth with a steady rhythm. She was content to let him finish, and it wasn't particularly long before he began to slow down.

"P-princess L-luna? Ah... I can feel it..."

Reaching up with her hoof, Luna grabbed Pip's flank and pushed him up against her, driving his entire length into her. She sucked vigorously, and after a few seconds, he came hard, almost collapsing on top of her head.

With him finished, she used her horn to turn off the water. If he wasn't going to spray everywhere, there was no need to clean up after. "Was it a pleasant experience for you, Pip?"

Pip was panting heavily, but still managed a short "Uh-huh..."

Luna smiled and hoisted him up onto her shoulders. "Come, let's dry off, and then we can have breakfast together."

Pip nodded, nuzzling her neck as he did so. He'd never felt so good as he did right now, whether that was because of what had happened in the shower, or because of its close proximity to what had happened with the guards the night prior. To him, it didn't matter. He felt good, and far better than he had before the shower.

"We can still do things like this, Pip," grinned Luna, wrapping him in a warm, fluffy towel. "This does not have to be a one-time event. I cannot always be your lover, but I can always love you. All it will take from you is a bit of patience, and self-control. We'll work on your techniques, and I'll teach you a small amount of dreamwalking to grant you a bit more of a hoofhold."

"I'd like that," smiled Pip. "I don't want to hurt you, I really don't. I need your help to do that. Please? Please, can you make me better?"

"I will try," nodded Luna. "I will do my utmost to make you a wonderful pony. Now, it's time for breakfast. What would you like? Pancakes?"

Pip shook his head. "I like waffles better. They're crispier and toastier, and they can have more toppings put into the little square holes. Can we have waffles instead of pancakes?"

Luna smiled. "I think we'll be close friends very soon, Pip..."

Chapter the Twenty-Fifth: Naptime

Both of them had a nice big stack of waffles, with strawberry jam for Pip and blueberry for Luna. Additionally, while Luna enjoyed her coffee, Pip was happy with a grapefruit limeade. All in all, it was a pleasant breakfast.

Though it wasn't common for either of them, Luna suggested that they lie down for a nap, and Pip agreed. It had been a strenuous evening, a rough night, an overwhelming morning, and a big breakfast, so he was definitely feeling a bit more weary than usual. Luna, however, wanted to see if this kind of reinforcement was helping with Pip's dreams. Specifically, his actions in the shower this morning had called his behaviour into question, and she wanted to see how it worked out.

Pip didn't call out to Luna once asleep. It was possible that he was actively trying not to call her, as he didn't want to risk harming her by accident. Regardless, Luna went directly to him, invading his dream and standing right behind him. He was in a meadow, completely alone, sitting on a fallen log, and watching the flowers swaying in the breeze in waves.

"Pip."

Pip turned and looked at her. "Princess Luna? What are you doing here?!" He looked worried.

This could be a major turning point, and Luna knew it. Her next action was a test. She reached out her hoof, and a jar of pickled radishes and carrots appeared in her grasp. "I brought you a cake!" she announced.

That was a spectacular feeling. While it didn't take much to do that, she had thought up the most random thing she could say and do, and then put those two things forward.

Seeing Pip's confusion, she smiled down at him and stroked his mane. "Sorry about that, Pip. I needed to know if I was in control of my own actions."

He nodded and patted the log next to him. Her hooves started moving on their own, and then stopped. "Sorry. I'm really trying not to push you."

"It's okay, Pip," she smiled, sitting down next to him anyway. "That I'm not on my knees having sex with you right now is already a very big improvement."

Luna could feel her body being pushed towards that, and then stopping as her front hoof touched the ground. Pip was still being dictated by his desires, but he was making an obvious effort to hold himself back. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. "Can you please leave?"

"Why do you want me gone, Pip?"

He sniffed. "I don't know if I can control myself. I want to be alone, so I can't hurt anypony. I especially don't want to hurt you."

Luna smiled and leaned in for a hug, but could feel herself being pushed back. "Pip, I'm very proud of you in this moment. I think you're being a good lay."

That was unexpected. She had intended to tell him he was doing a good job, but her words just slipped out, and her hoof was propelled to his legs, which he had closed.

"Please," he begged. "I want to be better, but the more I look at you, the more I feel my grip slipping."

Luna took a deep breath and scooted back. "No, Pip. I'm staying."

"Please? I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't want you to hurt me, either," smiled Luna. "But we don't have much time to train you. I will not push very hard, but for now, I would like to sit next to you on this log, enjoying the meadow. It is a simple enough pleasure that you can focus on it, with me representing your temptation. Try to talk with me, Pip."

Slowly, he nodded. "I feel awful about what I've done. I didn't know how bad it was. All this time, I was just following along with what I thought was right."

Luna nodded. "Why did you think that was right, Pip?"

"Well..." he fidgeted with his hooves. "I was told that when a mare has a specific thing they want to do in bed, they'll bring it up out of bed. If spanking was what you wanted to do, I was willing to try it, and it felt just a little bit nice, so I wanted you to feel really nice. And then you tied me up like some of those mares in the magazine, so I tried to learn how to do that for you. I guess that, on some level, I just wanted to be like you."

Luna let out a small chuckle. "I have damned myself."

Pip turned and looked at her wide-eyed, with the meadow crumbling around him, then it stopped and tried to rebuild itself. "Isn't that a bad word?"

"That it is. By your shock, even you should be able to tell that this is of my own volition."

"What's "volition" mean?"

Luna shook her head. "I will tell you later."

Pip lowered his head. "Oh... okay."

"When you wake up, Pip. That way you know it was me."

He nodded and took a deep breath.

"Can you tell me who gave you the magazines and the pictures?"

Pip shook his head. "I don't want to make trouble for him. His mom's already mad at him because he's failing math, and she thinks he's really good at it. I think so, too, but I might just be bad enough that even easy things look hard."

At the mention of the word "hard," the wind began to moan, and Pip covered his ears. Regardless, Luna knew who it was now, as she had looked over the dreams of the residents of Ponyville, and there was only one colt and two fillies failing math at this time.

The two sat together and talked for a time, just chatting back and forth as Pip grew more comfortable with controlling his dream. Luna did make things a bit more difficult throughout, having little spots of distraction flitting by, but when his control was beginning to falter, she did have some ability to hold him steady, as her hooves were no longer tied.

When they woke up from their nap, Pip stretched out and was about to drop to the floor when Luna grabbed his shoulder.

"Volition means through exertion of will. I chose to say something, so by my own choice, by my own power, by my own volition, I have spoken."

Pip smiled. "Thanks."

Chapter the Twenty-Sixth: Relaxation

"Take a deep breath in and hold it."

Pip inhaled and puffed up his cheeks.

Luna looked over. "Slowly, Pip. Meditation is not a race. Let it out slow, then try again."

Pip let his breath out and panted. "Do we have to sit on the floor for this?"

Luna nodded. "For now, yes. Once you've been at it for awhile, you can do this anywhere, and some of the more experienced meditators will select their locations based on what they need. Right now, what you need is to sit on the floor."

"Do you usually sit on the floor?"

"No, I usually sit on the balcony outside, but that could create an unnecessary issue. Slow, deep breath in. Hold with your lungs, not with your mouth."

Pip took another breath, and held it in place. He managed to last for almost a minute before letting it out on his own.

"Very good, Pip," smiled Luna, letting her breath out as well. "Keep going."

He took another deep breath and held it, then another, and another. He tried to reflect on his dream, the one where Luna had said she was proud of him. He had unquestionably controlling her at some points, so he had to wonder if those really were her words, or if he'd put them there. He was almost afraid to ask, because he was scared that he might have forced her answer. If he hadn't forced her, why would she be teaching him how to have better control over his dreams?

Then again, if it had been her, then having a better control of his dreams would make the landscape less dreary and more fun. If he were able to keep his dreams under control, he could make a carousel without triggering an orgy. In fact, if he became even better at it, he could help Luna calm the dreams in Ponyville and free up some of her time, and then they could hang out more often.

"Pip?"

Pip gasped as he returned to his senses in a cold sweat. "Y-yes?"

"You've been quiet for the last fifteen minutes. Is everything alright?"

"Y-yeah..." he fidgeted in his seat. "I was just thinking about stuff."

"Good things?"

"Well... Kinda..."

Luna placed a hoof on his shoulder. "What were you thinking about?"

He blushed. "In my dream, earlier today, when you said you were proud of me. It felt really good to hear you say that."

Luna smiled.

"But, I know that some of the things you said were just wishful thinking on my part. Like when you said I was a good lay; I know I'm not."

Luna's smile faded.

"So, I guess I'm just wondering... Are you actually proud of me, or am I just scared of being a failure in your eyes?" His eyes began to well up with tears as he choked out the last few words. "I don't want to be a failure..."

Luna pulled him forward into a hug. "I am proud of you, Pip. You did such a good job this morning. The way you held everything back and tried to keep yourself in control, rather than being distracted by floating ice cream bars and video games was a huge step in the right direction. You did wonderfully, Pip. You can still do better, and I want you to, but if you had been this way all along, then I would not have needed to step in."

"But it allowed me to spend time with you," answered Pip. "The punishments I had to take were at least less bad than they could have been, because I had you."

Luna smiled. "That's so sweet of you to say, Pip. Thank you, truly."

Pip shuffled uncomfortably. "If I... nevermind."

"Tell me, Pip. Let me know what is on your mind."

He swallowed. "If I hadn't been following your actions so closely, if I had never reached out and spanked you, would you have left me alone?"

Luna shook her head. "Of course I would have come to meet you, Pip. Perhaps not as often, but I would have, certainly."

"How can you be sure?"

Luna smiled. "Pip, before I came to see you personally, I had seen your dreams, and gathered enough data from that to know that you needed help. If you had been successful in controlling your thoughts after I left the first night, I would have come back to give you the exact lessons I'm giving you now, but without all of the difficulty we had between then and now. Easier for me, easier for you, and we could have been friends by now."

"Oh." Pip looked dejected. "Now I'm disappointed in myself..."

"Don't be sad, Pip. We have something now that we would not have if we had taken that route."

"Oh?"

Luna took Pip's hoof and stood him up, walking him over to the bed. As she climbed up, she turned around and lay on her back with him between her legs, which she opened.

Pip looked frightened. "I don't know about this. If it feels good, like that thing we did in the shower, won't it be more difficult to shut out? It's a big distraction while I'd be trying to concentrate on not doing anything harmful to you."

Luna nodded. "That's always a possibility. However, there are two reasons to do this. Firstly, if you have a way to do this in real life, you might refrain from taking advantage of it in a dream."

Pip nodded. "I suppose. The dreams do tend to be more active when I don't make it all soft first."

Luna nodded. "There you go. An outlet to vent your libido. I was trying to slow it, but if it's just going to build up and overflow as it has been, venting it may yet be a better plan. You may have problems with semen production earlier in life than most stallions do, but at least this way, you're not taking advantage of your peers."

"What was the second reason? You said you had two."

Luna nodded. "You were right, Pip. When you said that you made me tell you that you were a good lay, that was correct. You were also right when you said just now that you're not; that you know you're not. If the first measure fails, as you suspect, and you end up submitting to the pleasure, then you will have the skill required to keep that mare happy."

"Or stallion?"

"Or stallion."

Chapter the Twenty-Seventh: Birth of a Romance

Pip pumped his hips forward, then backward in a circular, grinding motion. Despite his miniscule size, he was actually covering a lot of ground. One of the guards was helping him, of course, giving him the extra leverage required to push into Luna's pussy.

Luna, however, was not being satisfied. Pip was maybe a dozen centimetres long and not very girthy. She'd find more pleasure if she were to wrap a rubber band around three pencils and shove that up there. Still, she put on a smile and let out small, encouraging moans to make Pip feel that he was doing well. If he were the size of an adult, he'd be doing a spectacular job, and she'd be over the moon, so to speak. But this wasn't about her. She could be denied orgasm for Pip. She was helping him learn, and more importantly, she was working up his appetite and wearing down his stamina.

"I can't... I won't last," he panted. "Are you close, Princess?"

"Very," lied Luna. "You're doing so well, Pip."

With the guard's help, Pip pushed in as deep as he could, a whole fifteen centimetres. That wasn't nearly enough to reach her cervix, even in her current position letting gravity do half the work, and she had a powerful protection spell in her womb, regardless.

Pip collapsed on top of her, a panting mess. "I love you..." he managed to moan out. "That was a lot of work."

"So, once you've finished," instructed the guard, "it's important that you snuggle with your partner. There are circumstances where you can't, but if it's an option, always show them how much you care. It helps the mares to not feel like they're just a piece of meat to fuck. Every mare deserves to be cuddled."

Pip tightened his grip around Luna's body, squeezing her middle. "Princess Luna deserves cuddles..."

Luna reached down and rubbed his back. "You're a good kid, Pip."

After an evening of black bean and rice enchiladas, tamales, guacamole and salsa verde, Luna and Pip took another shower, this one a lot less steamy. They just cleaned up, helping each other in the harder to reach places, detailing how much easier life could be if they were working together, rather than against each other.

Once dry, Luna once again made Pip sit on the floor and just breathe for an hour. She didn't need to walk him through this one as much as the earlier one, and the whole point of this was to clear his head before he went to bed. This was something Luna had needed to do when she was first learning to walk among the dreams, thousands of years ago. She hadn't done it since, and had almost entirely forgotten about it. She hadn't needed to, as nopony else learning to dreamwalk as she did had been this young.

Pip was a bit frightened by it. Not at sitting and breathing slowly, but by the fact that he had to do this every night before he went to bed, as Luna had ordered. He'd agreed to do so, of course, but could he really? He hadn't even thought about having a sleepover. If he invited his friends to stay the night, or his friends invited him, or he had a marefriend move in with him, he'd have to take an hour out of his day. While everypony else was enjoying themselves, he was to be sequestered away, just sitting still and taking deep breaths.

When Luna noticed that he was starting to sob, she asked him what was wrong, and he told her his thoughts.

"That certainly is a challenge, Pip," she nodded. "As far as your marefriend goes, don't worry about that right now. By the time everypony starts pairing up, it's possible that you won't need to do this anymore. It took me four months, and at worst, I've heard it take a year to become redundant. Slumber parties are more complicated, though. Undoubtedly, your friends' parents will understand that this is necessary for your health, and will allow it. They may even be pleased with you, as you're preparing yourself for bed in a quiet, helpful way. Even if they turn off the lights, you can close your eyes and keep your thoughts moving right along."

"But what about my friends? What if they think I'm a freak?"

Luna smiled. "Tell them that you're required to do so. Princess Luna herself has dictated that you have to in order to solve a problem with your sleep. You don't have to tell them what the problem is, if you don't want to, but this will help you sleep better, and will not result in me coming to punish you."

Pip shifted in his seat.

"Don't go thinking that this gives you leave to not do it just because you want me to show up. If all you really want is to brag to your friends that you and I are friends, I can just be there. That is assuming that things are moving as normal, of course, and you will need to let me know in advance. Public appearances, and such. But also, if you are with other ponies, you can't call on me for intercourse, whether in the dream or out."

"No," he chuckled, shaking his head. "It'd be really embarrassing to pitch a tent in the middle of the night at somepony else's house."

Luna furrowed her brow. "Where'd you hear that?"

"My dad mentioned it when he woke me up a few times. He said I was an "early bloomer.""

Luna nodded. "That you most certainly are. In any case, try to stay away from slumber parties in the near future if you can, citing medical reasons. If you really must go, make sure you do this exercise before you go to bed. If you do well, we can start reducing the amount of time you have to take to do this and how often. In fact, I haven't done this in centuries, and I handle most of the dreams in Equestria. This won't be forever, Pip. Trust me."

Pip nodded. "I'll always trust you, Princess Luna. I'll try my best to make you proud."

Luna smiled. "I know you will."

Chapter the Twenty-Eighth: Pipsqueak's Power

Pipsqueak drifted off to sleep on Luna's chest. Once more, the guards were under orders to wake him up every thirty minutes, unless Luna popped out to stop them, or send them away. There was still a chance that Pip would revert to his old dreams, but Luna had given him the tools he would need to increase his control. She'd also put a few more obstacles in his way, but they were little more than straw dummies; superficial barriers that he would have to choose to break through, but could not fully overtake him unless he gave up.

When she arrived, half an hour after he fell asleep to make sure he wasn't going to try to pull her in, he was once again in a meadow, this time under a large maple tree. Three faceless ponies were having an orgy nearby, but he just sat on a bench, trying to look away.

"Pip," nodded Luna, sitting down next to him. "How do you feel?"

Pip shuffled his hooves. "I'm really nervous. I'm trying to stay calm, and think of calming things, but... I don't know, I'm just kind of anxious..."

Luna smiled. "That's okay, Pip. You're afraid of what you might do. In most ponies, that would be a bad thing, but for you, let that stay your hoof. You have the power to destroy other ponies' lives, and you need to keep a tight hold on that to prevent any further accidents."

Pip shook his head. "I don't want that power. Can't I just make other ponies feel good? I want them to be happy..."

Luna shook her head. "The two are one and the same, Pip. If you truly want your friends and family to be happy, or rather, you want to make that happen, you have to start with knowing how not to make things worse. That's why we ended the day with meditation. Look at how calm and peaceful this place is, and you can talk to me without a crack showing through."

Pip looked around. He'd been so focused on making sure nothing went wrong and trying to ignore the orgy that he hadn't even noticed that taking his eyes off of the horizon had not resulted in failures of any kind. "Wow."

"See what you can do, Pip?" smiled Luna. "I know you're trying, as it clearly shows. You're doing very well."

"Th-thanks..." he blushed.

"In fact, let's see what we can do..."

Luna took hold of the dream, slowly shifting things around until they were no longer in a field, but in a fine dining establishment. It was perhaps not quite as calming as the field, but it definitely wasn't chaotic. Luna had opted for a deep blue evening dress, and Pip was dressed up in a maroon shirt and black tie. She'd even combed his mane for him. Most importantly, they were no longer sitting side by side, but facing each other across the table.

"How do you feel now, Pip? Still nervous?"

He sheepishly nodded. "It's just a new coat of paint. I could still lose control..."

Luna shook her head. "I don't think you will, Pip. The rate of your improvement is spectacular. There are some things I would prefer you do a bit better," she nodded to the trio of ponies still engaged in their orgy at the next table, "but look at how far you've already come. You're amazing, Pip."

He blushed, his face turning as red as his shirt. "Thank you. I had a really good teacher."

Luna bade the waiter to come over and serve them their meals under cloches, and after lifting his, Pip pushed it back down, a panicked expression showing through.

"Something wrong, Pip?"

He nodded slowly. "I think I made a mistake. Let me try again?"

Luna nodded, though she would have liked to see what it was. Pip took a deep breath, muttering the words "fried rice, fried rice, fried rice," under his breath. Luna had intended eggplant parmigiana, but Pip had seen something that embarrassed him. His thoughts were slipping through the cracks, but he was trying to hold them back, at least.

Luna lifted her own cloche, and found her eggplant as it was supposed to be. It even smelled right. "Are you ready, Pip?"

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and lifted the cloche. What was underneath was indeed fried rice, but there was a rather large cock poking out of it. Pip lowered his head and began to cry.

"It's alright, Pip," smiled Luna, pushing the dish aside. "I don't expect the world from you. You're improving, at least."

"But I can't push these dreams down," he whimpered. "Why can't I do it?"

Luna moved their chairs back together and put a hoof on his shoulder. "You'll make it, Pip. Baby steps. Here." She offered him a forkful of eggplant parm, and he accepted it.

"It's really good."

"There you go. I dreamed up the most tasteless, most boring eggplant parm I could, with a good colour and smell, but no flavour. You added that in yourself."

Pip wiped his face and looked up at her. "I did?"

Luna nodded. "It's okay to want happiness, Pip. It's okay to try to attain it. If you want a dick like that, you aspire to that goal."

"You mean it?"

Luna nodded.

"Can I try to take that while you eat?"

"On one condition: You have to maintain control of your dream, Pip. If you can hold onto your concentration, you can try."

Pip smiled and nodded. "You're the best, Luna."

They separated their seats again, and after popping out of the dream to put a hold on the guards waking him up, Luna came back to Pip trying to unhinge his jaw, rice and lima beans stuck to his chin. Pip still ate the rice, and the two of them still had a conversation through their meal, but every so often, Pip would force the shaft down his throat. With a large, fleshy dildo in the middle of his plate, Luna took note that the orgy devolved into just sex, and soon, masturbation by a single party. While in any other foal Pip's age, this would be a warning sign to look out for, the fact that it was a step down was encouraging to Luna. She was doing well, and Pip was improving.

Chapter the Twenty-Ninth: Finding Contentment in Simplicity

Over the next day and the following morning, Luna worked closely with Pip, helping him find himself and nurturing a safe procedure for him to control his outlet. But, as the time had passed at a rate of one second per second, the morning had finally come to return Pip to his family. With his bags packed, he slumped down in the back of the chariot as they flew back to Ponyville.

"What's wrong, Pip?"

He shook his head. "Nothing."

"You wouldn't be pouting if nothing was wrong. Talk to me."

Pip looked out over the edge. "I'm just sad that this is over," he sighed. "I wish we could spend more time together, that's all. It's nothing."

Luna placed a hoof on his shoulder. "We'll have more time together, Pip. I promise. After all, I have to come back and check on you, and I can always whisk you away to the castle again for another round."

"Well, yeah, but the time away--"

"Will make it all the better when we reunite."

Pip lowered his head. "It's still going to be lonely, going back to my daily life. I can't ask you to come and see me in my dreams, either. What if you're doing something important for somepony important?"

"Just call gently," answered Luna. "I go where I am most needed, so if I am doing something more important than you, I will come when able."

Pip sniffed. "Are you sure I'll be able to be gentle enough?"

"I believe in you, Pip. You can do this."

As they descended, the residents of Pip's street gawked as they came down, especially Pip's friends, who gave chase.

"Now, your treatment plan, as well as our relationship, is technically in violation of a few laws, so do keep quiet," Luna instructed Pip. "If anypony asks, we're friends."

Pip looked up at her. "Are we friends now?"

Luna shook her head. "No, Pip, we're not."

He gasped, almost hurt by the statement.

"I would say that we've reached a higher level of closeness than just friends. We're more than friends, Pip. We're at least friends with benefits, perhaps even lovers. Just don't tell anypony. Just between us."

Pip nodded. "I don't want anypony thinking I'm a criminal. But then why is it okay to do this in the first place?"

Luna stopped for a moment. "Think about it this way, Pip. If you were drowning in a pool, and somepony jumped over the fence and saved your life, do you think they should go to jail for trespassing on private property?"

"No."

"Well, we don't want him to question how long he's going to have to spend in the dungeons for jumping over the gate, we want him to save your life. Crimes can be pardoned depending on the circumstances, and if what we're doing prevents me from having to mutilate you, then I would be willing to pardon our actions. It may not save your life, but it makes your life better, and minimises the damage done to me. It's good for both of us, and does not harm anypony else. So, it shall be swept aside."

They touched down and Pip was immediately swarmed by his friends. Some were asking where he'd been, others were asking what he'd been doing in the princess's chariot, still others were telling him about the rumours that he'd been foalnapped or killed. As soon as Luna heard Pip explaining the safe version of what had happened, she let him be to go talk to his parents, who had poked their heads out in the commotion.

"How is he?" asked Wee Shrimp.

Luna smiled. "It was touch-and-go for a bit, but in the end, I think he's going to be fine."

"Oh, thank goodness..."

"He will need to come back to Canterlot every so often for personalised follow-ups, but those should really only be one-night events. He can come up Friday afternoon, stay overnight, and I'll bring him back Saturday morning. Does that work well with you two?"

They looked at each other, then to Luna, and nodded.

"Good. He may be sore for a bit, and he may take a few days to return to normal, but he's a good kid, and now that he's on the right track again, you should be proud of him. He's a very brave, very durable young colt. You're lucky to have one so well-behaved and caring as he."

"We know," smiled Wee Shrimp.

"There's one more thing," finished Luna. "For the first few days, at least, until he's into the habit of doing it himself, there's something he has to do before he goes to bed. Remind him an hour ahead of time."

Luna crawled into bed alone. The guards had been dismissed. With Pip being at home, they couldn't really do much, anyway. If they tried to wake her, Pip could pull her back in right away if all went wrong. But she had faith in Pip. She was going to go back to her normal duties tonight after checking on him. She'd neglected those for the last few weeks, nor had she slept well. Tonight was to return her to form.

Pip was fine. His dream was one of a pizza party with some friends. Just a small party, no more than four guests, two of which were his parents. To keep the sexual tone of the party low, he personally had dreamed up a vibrating chair with a dildo in the middle of the seat for him to sit upon. It was small, but if it kept him from summoning an orgy, it was okay with her.

She left straight away, and started in on a few other dreams. At half strength, she was able to clear all of the nightmares from Ponyville, and put a hold on a jealous revenge scheme. All in all, she was in a pretty good state.

Still, something was nagging at her mind. She'd grown so used to Pip dreaming her into his wild and crazy schemes, so having a night without him after so long felt almost empty; like a hole had been left where he used to fill.

She shook her head. It wouldn't be long until he was back in her arms again, and he could fill her hole to his heart's content. Maybe she would even fill his. They would definitely be seeing each other again.

Epilogue the First: The Very Best of Friends

"And this is the Lunar Wing," smiled Cheerilee. "As you may notice, it's not as heavily decorated. Can anypony tell me why that is?"

Pipsqueak's hoof immediately shot up, followed by a few others.

Cheerilee looked around. "Featherweight?"

"Because she doesn't like company?"

"No, but good guess."

"She doesn't have friends to bring her stuff?" suggested Rumble.

"Not quite."

Trapper took a deep breath. "Because she operates in the dark, and all of the decorations would cause her to trip and stumble around, and she'd need a candle to see, so she keeps the walls barren so the candle doesn't catch a tapestry and burn down the whole castle?"

Cheerilee shook her head. By now, Pip was waving his hoof wildly. "Pipsqueak?"

"These pots are empty because they take out the wilted flowers every morning and put in fresh ones every evening. And there's supposed to be a tapestry on this wall, but it's in the wash. It hangs from those six hooks, and it depicts a condensed version of the fall of the Crystal Empire. There's one more around that corner that shows--"

Cheerilee interrupted him with her hoof. "We'll come to that soon, Pip. But yes, the point I was making here was that this hallway is more decorated at night." She hadn't known about why the tapestry had been moved, but she had been informed that it had been temporarily taken down.

Pip had seen the aftermath of the event that caused the tapestry to be soiled. Luna hadn't come to pick him up personally that day, and had sent a guard to do so, and as they were walking up the hallway, a screaming mare kicked a cart that one of the maids was working from, knocking a splash of undiluted bleach onto the tapestry. The maids brought it down right away, but there was some damage that had to be repaired. Apparently, her husband was thinking about leaving her for another mare, and Luna had told her in her dream to mend their relationship, or she would lose him. Based on the behaviour Pip had seen, he would be better off without her.

As they rounded the corner, Pip smiled. "Hi, Rod!"

One of the guards smiled and nodded at him. "Hey, there, Pip."

"Quiet, please," insisted Cheerilee. "Now, who can tell me about this tapestry?"

Pip's hoof shot up again.

"Strike?"

"Victory?"

"Sort of," answered Cheerilee. "Venator?"

"Isn't that "Fallen Nightmare?" It was the cover art for the album "Black Imaginings.""

"That's right, but can you tell me what it depicts?"

Pip was waving his hoof again. "I know what it is!"

Cheerilee sighed. "Pip?"

"This is the fall of Nightmare Moon. You can see the six Elements of Harmony blasting away the evil that is Nightmare Moon, leaving Princess Luna unharmed."

"Thank you, Pip," nodded Cheerilee. "Now, moving right along..."

They visited six other tapestries, two stained glass windows, four statues and a decorative fountain. Pip knew them all, because he'd been up and down this hallway scores of times. He knew about half of the guards by name, but didn't greet them all. He had a special relationship with Rod. Rod had taken a liking to Pip, as they'd spent several nights together.

It wasn't long before they rounded a corner and found Princess Luna herself, talking with one of the serving staff who'd recently joined. When she saw the class, she smiled.

Cheerilee bowed, as did a few members of the class. Pip was one of the last to bow, because he was excited to see her and had to keep from running forward and hugging her.

"Good day, children," bowed Luna in response, letting them stand up. "How are we today?"

"Most of them have been good," answered Cheerilee. "Two of them had a fight on the train, but otherwise, all good behaviour."

"He hit me first!" shouted Windbag, pointing at Venator.

"He said my dad was an abomination against nature!" shouted Venator back.

"And you both have detention," barked Cheerilee.

Luna smiled. "Glad to hear it. We shall be out of your way in a moment. If you'll excuse us, we must be going into another room to finish our discussion."

Luna was slow in passing by the students, as she opted to shake the hooves of each of them in turn. She didn't shake Pip's hoof, as when she extended hers, he leaped up and gave her a hug. She couldn't resist returning the favour, even if it did leave the others feeling a bit left out. If anything, this would help her image with the kids, making her seem more friendly and approachable.

"I shall see you tomorrow night, Pip," she promised. "Be good for Miss Cheerilee."

"I will. Bye, Princess Luna!"

As they rounded the corner, the server looked up at Luna. "Do you know that colt?"

"We're the very best of friends," answered Luna. "He'll be here this weekend for his training. He's attracted special attention from me, and as such, I am personally overseeing the growth of his abilities from the safety of my care. You may end up acquainted with him, yourself, as a result."

"He seemed nice. What are you training him to do?"

"He's very good at walking through ponies' dreams. I'm teaching him how to control that, rather than letting it control him. That way, he can enjoy his dreams."

"That sounds like quite the power he has."

"It certainly is. If misused, he could potentially become a menace to society, but with good training, he can be much more beneficial; a beacon to which others can aspire."

"Can you teach me?"

Luna shook her head. "I could, but I won't. The fewer ponies we have trying to manipulate dreams, the better. I'm teaching him because he already had the ability to dreamwalk, but not the ability to control himself. He is unique."

"Sounds like you have a fondness for him."

"Indeed. We're very good friends, he and I."

"Right." The server took a deep breath. "So, about the issue I was having with the chef. I brought back a black bean burger he served, with the complaint that Prince Blueblood ordered a red bean burger. And he told me I was at fault because the other server had already complained about the wrong bean burger going to the wrong room. But I think he just mislabeled everything."

Epilogue the Second: Pipsqueak, Realized

Pip leaned back and rubbed his stomach. "I don't think I could eat another bite. That was delicious."

"Indeed so," smiled Luna, dabbing at her face with a napkin. "I'm not the biggest fan of ice cream, but to make it with coffee certainly adds something wonderful. Thank you for your recommendation, Pip."

"My pleasure."

Luna smirked. "Your pleasure, indeed. Are you ready to go to the bed, Pip?"

"Can we cuddle a bit, first?"

Luna nodded. "Certainly."

They stood up from the table and moved onto the bed, with Pip curling up under Luna's elbow and resting his head on her chest.

"I love you, Luna," moaned Pip. "I have for a long time."

"I know," answered Luna. "I love you, too, Pip."

Pip shuffled his hooves. "I think I might be interested in another colt at school, too."

"Well, I take no issue with you wanting to be with him," answered Luna. "Have you dreamed about him?"

"Not yet, no. I wanted you to watch me the first time I do, to make sure I don't do anything to hurt him."

Luna chuckled. "You're a good kid, Pip. But I'm going to have to ask you not to dream about him just yet, at all."

"Okay."

"Yu still need some training, first. But soon, you'll be allowed to show him a wonderful time."

"I'll wait."

"Good boy."

They sat for the next twenty minutes, just talking about inconsequential things until Rod walked in with the server who had brought their food. "Good evening, Princess Luna, little Pip."

"Good evening, lieutenant," nodded Luna.

"Hi, Rod!" waved Pip.

"Done with dinner, Princess?" asked the server. Luna nodded, and he removed the cart and seats with a bow.

"How are we, this evening?" smiled Rod, moving to a location next to the bathroom door.

"Good," answered Pip. "We had a lot of dinner. I'm stuffed!"

"Not too stuffed, I hope?"

"Oh, I couldn't take another bite."

Luna smirked. "I don't think he was talking about food, Pip."

"Hm?" After a few seconds, realization dawned on Pip's face. "Oh. Oh! Yeah, I have room for that, I think. But go slow."

With a smirk, Rod began to slip out of his armor and drop it onto a chair. As he approached the bed and sat down, Pip crawled over to him and began to rub his cock with his hoof.

Pip looked back at Luna, not removing his hoof from Rod's rod. "I have one more thing I want to confess before we begin our evening," he said. "I did something bad."

Luna pursed her lips. "What'd you do, Pip?"

"You know that guy who brought me all those magazines?"

"I do."

"Well, I bought another from him."

Luna shook her head. "Pip, I told you that those pictures are not for you."

"No, no!" insisted Pip. "I didn't buy it for the pictures this time! I wanted to read some of the articles, I swear!"

"Pip..."

"You told me, Luna, that if what we do is not harmful to others and helps somepony else, that we can forgive criminal activity if it was the right thing to do."

"Not my exact wording, but I see what you're saying. Very well, Pip, I shall allow you to explain your reasoning."

"Can I show you?"

Luna nodded.

Pip let go of Rod and turned around, burying his face between Luna's thighs. All of a sudden, her hooves sprang to the bedsheets and gripped them tightly as he set his tongue to work.

"P-Pip!"

Reluctantly, he pulled his head up. "Was I doing it wrong?"

"Where did you learn that?" she gasped.

"Fifteen Surefire Methods to Make Your Mare Beg You to Cum Again. They spelled "come" wrong, though. They said the number one answer would make her squeal, but I don't know if that'll work on you, so I started with number seven."

"What was number one?" asked Rod.

"Cook her breakfast in the morning. I don't even know how to make scrambled eggs. I asked my dad to teach me, and he says I can start as soon as I can see the top of the stove."

"I need you to bring me that magazine next week, Pip," breathed Luna. "I want to read that article before you try anything else."

Pip lowered his head. "It didn't work?"

"No, it did, but no surprises, please."

He smiled again. "Can I keep going?"

Luna smiled and nodded. "You can. And you're off the hook for purchasing it."

Pip smiled and dove right back into Luna's thighs, trying to remember all of the things he'd read about the action. It had been a third of a page, and he'd looked it over and practiced on his pillow almost a dozen times. He knew what he was doing.

At the same time, Rod leaned down and lifted Pip's tail. If Pip was going to be touting his skill with his tongue, Rod was happy to show him what it was supposed to feel like. This caused Pip to moan into Luna, letting go of his practiced routine because he couldn't keep his thoughts straight with a stallion in his arse.

Before long, Pip was inside of Luna, being propelled by Rod's thrusts from behind. He could not imagine a better fate than to be between these two ponies, with Rod pushing up into him and Luna holding him tightly. This was a feeling he couldn't achieve with anypony else, at least for a few years, so having this outlet was a gift from above that he would never turn away.

After they all came, with Pip finishing Luna off with his mouth, the three of them sat on the bed, meditating calmly in preparation for sleep. Rod wasn't going to sleep, of course, as he would be their guard for the night, and would have to be alert if something bad happened, but he would benefit from the relaxation, and it would help him calm down from the sex.

As he dressed himself in his armor, Luna lay down next to Pip and began to drift off, but not before giving him a soft kiss on the nose. "Have a good night's sleep, Pip."

Pip kissed her neck in turn. "Anything for my Princess."

Chapter the Sixth: Return to Dreamland

Luna spat her toothpaste down the sink. Today had been quite the romp. She didn't usually go out of the castle on day trips; she usually wasn't invited except by Celestia, and in some of those events, she was still neglected by the guests even when Celestia pointed her out as somepony who would be very pleased to take part in such a conversation. She hadn't been invited today, having gone out of her own volition, but feeling the admiration of Pip had been wonderful.

With her mouth scrubbed and minty fresh, she dried her face with a towel and returned to her bedchamber. It seemed more beautiful tonight because she felt that she had made a breakthrough with Pip. She'd corrected his behaviour, something nopony would argue. They might argue her methods, saying she should have told his dad about the magazines, but she was a gentle mare, and he was otherwise a good little colt. There was no need to damage his relationship with his father.

She pulled back her comforter and crawled into her bed. Being the princess of the night, she was of course gifted a fair few sleep-related comforts, such as a fluffy angora quilt and silk sheets. She loved going to bed; it was one of the highlights of her night. It also meant it was time to guard the dreams of her kingdom, but she rather enjoyed that, too.

Despite spending half of the afternoon in his bedroom, Luna was looking forward to seeing Pip's dreams tonight. She wanted to see that he was doing better after her words of encouragement.

She curled up and quickly drifted off, leaving her physical body behind to wander the dreams of Equestria. All the little colts and fillies shone out with vibrant light their happy little dreams of toys, games and candies. Mixed in with the bright lights were the dull grey shines of neutrality. Dreams of events and challenges, where the outcome was undecided, but likely to end well if the recipient was happy. Very few dark nightmares popped up, but they were not so much dark thoughts or fears, but worries. It wouldn't take much but to shine a soft light on them tonight.

She did not find herself being drawn to Ponyville tonight, but it was her decision to go, regardless. She wanted to see what Pip was dreaming about. gently, she approached him until she could see into his thoughts.

He was masturbating. He wasn't doing a great job of it, either, patting his hoof along his dick, smacking it between his hoof and his belly.

This was a disappointment, but not one she could blame him for. She had hoped to remove the influence of the magazines, and thus stop him from doing this in real life. Instead, he was doing it in his dream. She scolded herself for thinking that this was finished. After all, it had been less than twenty-four hours. The thoughts would still be in his head. He would still have the desires. All she did was take away the pictures. Of course that wouldn't work. He had outright told her that he imagined her doing the things the mares did. He was well-versed in making up his own version of events.

As she turned to walk away, however, her hooves moved against her, and she felt herself being pulled over toward his bedroom door, just outside of the void. She pulled and tugged, but her hooves moved her regardless, and she could feel the panicked expression on her face twisting and contorting into a forced smile. He was going to do something to her, no matter what she had to say about it. She couldn't say what she felt, anyway, as her lips would not move as she instructed.

She resigned herself to her fate. It was just for tonight, and maybe for a few nights after. He would grow out of it. And then she would be free to do what she needed to.

"Hello, Pip." She sauntered into the room, shaking her hips with every step. "Have you been a good colt?"

"I've been staying away from those filthy magazines," he smiled. "Who needs them when I have you?"

"That's right, big boy." Luna wanted to roll her eyes. That line was so cheesy. She would never respond that way. But this was not her decision.

Pip held the hoofkerchief aloft. It was very detailed, meaning he'd spent a lot of time pouring over it. It was that important to him. "I'm afraid that this thing's too saturated to hold any more of my fluids."

"Oh, my poor boy!" she exclaimed. "Let me make that better for you."

She leaned down over him and kissed his forehead, exactly as she had done at his house. Then she moved down to his nose. She stopped for a moment on his lips, letting him suck on her tongue. She then moved to his neck, shoulder, chest, and abdomen before her lips began climbing his shaft.

"Your kisses are the best," he smiled. "I always feel better after."

After kissing his tip, she moved back down the underside until she was caressing his balls. "Why don't you set aside that smelly old cum rag?" she asked, tossing the fabric to the floor. "I know a better place to put your fluids."

She dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft and swallowed the entirety of his dick. She was down all the way, to where her nose would be in his pubic hairs, if he had them. She stuck out her tongue and licked at his balls. Oddly enough, they tasted not like a normal stallion, but almost exactly like artificial blue raspberry flavouring. She was sucking on him like a lollipop, and he tasted like one, too.

"Whenever you cum, I want it to be in my mouth," she said, popping up and slapping his dick around, masturbating him like he did to himself. Having no control over her hooves, she couldn't do it correctly. "I want to always be tasting the balls of my big, strong stallion."

"You know I only have eyes for you," he waved.

Luna simply smiled and went right back to sucking on him. Between the bad technique and cheesy porn lines she was being forced to say, she knew that tonight was going to last a very long time...

Chapter the Twentieth: Pipsqueak is Tested

Pip shivered as the guards approached. One by one, they removed their boots, but they kept their spaulders and helmets on. He had no idea what they were going to do to him, but Luna had promised she would keep him alive. She sat off to the side, her eyes locked on him, so he felt some amount of comfort in his safety.

The white one moved first, grabbing Pip's left arm and pinning it to the bed. Then the grey one did the same to his right. he was now pinned on his back with no escape as the brown one circled the bed, and finally, the black one moved into place between his back legs.

Pip could feel the size of their cocks as they slipped free of their sheathes. Having only compared himself to the colt who'd brought the dirty magazines, he'd thought himself big, especially considering his size, being ever so slightly larger than the other colt. But having these beasts dwarf him entirely as they rubbed against his shoulder and abdomen, sliding past each other as they went, Pip could feel how terribly small he was.

A splash of some kind of cold liquid on his chest drew his attention, but the brown guard kept him from looking. It warmed up fairly quickly, and while it felt sticky at first, it soon turned slick, allowing the guards to glide across his body more easily.

Suddenly, the black one pulled back, and the two holding his front legs pulled his back legs apart, leaving only his tail protecting him. Short as it was cut, it wouldn't be doing much.

With a powerful thrust, the guard slid up into Pip's arse. He let out a shout, having never put anything that big up there before. In fact, he'd never put anything up there before, as he thought it was supposed to be exit only.

He was quickly quieted as the brown stallion pushed into his mouth. It was already a tight fit, and he couldn't breathe. In a panic, Pip tried to swat at them, but he couldn't move his hooves. He turned to look at Luna, but she was still in her chair, watching with a face of stone. He trusted that she wouldn't let him die, but he was choking, unable to breathe as the brown guard's hooves gripped his jaw.

A bit more pressure pushed past his tongue and into his throat. How it all fit inside of him, he didn't know, as he felt like he was being ripped apart from both ends. Had the white and grey guards not been holding his hooves down, he'd be flailing by now.

Then they began to move, pushing into him, then pulling out until they were almost out, then pushing back inside. With every push, they forced their way deeper.

After a few repeats of this movement, the brown guard looked to Luna and pulled back all the way, popping out of Pip's mouth and letting him breathe.

Not that he could control much of his breathing, as he let out an involuntary yelp every time the black stallion pushed his way in. He could inhale on the pull, but every push forced an exhale.

"Resume," commanded Luna, and the brown guard was back in his mouth again.

This rotation continued for what felt like hours, with most of Pip's vision being taken up by a pair of hairy brown testicles, swinging back and forth. Just as Pip was beginning to grow accustomed to the feeling, the black stallion suddenly picked up his pace, then pushed forward as far as he could.

In the next moment, Pip could feel something inside of his abdomen. Something very hot and liquid. He knew it had to be semen, but how could it be produced in such high volumes? It can't just have been because the stallion was bigger than he was; the volume difference was exponential.

Then the brown one pulled out, holding Pip's jaw open with his hoof as he shot his load into Pip's mouth. Inevitably, as he was upside-down, some of it shot up his nose and some of it plastered across his eye. Pip had never tasted his own, nor been exposed to anything outside of what his friend had done, so being blasted in the face like this was an entirely new experience for him.

"Flip him," said Luna from her chair.

The white and grey stallions picked Pip up, tossed him into the air, rotating him slightly, and catching him before he could land back on the bed. Now, it was the white stallion who was behind him, and they grey one in front.

The brown and black stallions took his hooves, the same way that the white and grey ones had, and held him down. This time, there was no cold splash of liquid, as they were already glistening and shiny. Once more, his mouth was pried open and filled with stallion cock, this one a tiny bit smaller than what had been in him before.

While he was initially thankful to have something that didn't stretch him so wide, as that hurt a lot, he soon realized that this was worse, as this stallion could push even deeper inside. It wasn't long at all until he could feel the medial ring against his lips.

Pip's whole body was throbbing as he felt the white stallion entering his arse. He was massive, and Pip had to wonder just how he was capable of taking something so huge. Luna was behind him now, and it was too difficult to concentrate and try to hear her voice. Especially since she was being mostly quiet. Whether or not she was still watching, he could not say for certain, but he wanted to believe she was still watching.

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine a scenario in which this was a pleasant experience. If this test would determine whether or not he would be able to keep his imagination, he wanted to try using it to push him through to the other side. If he did so successfully, he might be allowed to keep it. If not, this would be his last chance to use it.

Unfortunately, he was unable to put himself in a more pleasant scenario. He could put himself elsewhere, such as drowning in the ocean with an oar trying to float to the surface but being caught in his arse while two octopi tried to tear him apart, but this was not a happy place for him. There was no way for him to find enjoyment here.