Anything for My Princess

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.