Anything for My Princess

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?"