Anything for My Princess

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...