Anything for My Princess

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.