Nightmare Honeymoon

As you opened your eyes and emerged into the world of dreams, your feet found their purchase upon a fluffy blanket of clouds that stretched as far as the eye could see. A starry sky glimmered above and the full moon shone down upon you, so close by that you feared it might fall on your shoulders if you dared to walk beneath.

A stiff erection filled your trousers, for the air was charged with a sexual tension that was well nigh unbearable. As you sniffed the crisp night, picking up a distant yet undeniably female scent, you felt a veritable river of precum leaking from your cocktip and dribbling down your leg. Despite your long day of adventure in the waking world, here in the realm of slumber you found yourself raging and ready for a fresh round of lovemaking with some lucky dream-mare.

So far, all of this was nothing new, as erotic dreams were a near every-night occurrence in the lustful kingdom you called home. Albeit when you closed your eyes you were accustomed to finding yourself in more mundane locales than these. You’d frolicked in Sugarcube Corner, Ponyville’s park, and even (after an eye opening evening with a certain hippogriff lady!) in the depths of Seaquestria. In each case you hadn’t needed to search long before espying the object of your lust: a frisky female ready to be seduced, chased, or simply fucked silly. Yet here, high above even the pegasus cities, all was quiet and not a soul could be seen.

Putting one foot ahead of the other, you cautiously scoured the clouds in search of a rendezvous. At last you espied a tall gate in the distance, with an ancient and foreboding stone structure behind: Luna’s castle of the night. It seemed that you were destined to meet your royal appointment, after all...

Despite its fearsome appearance, the gate to Luna’s realm was guarded by a single thestral mare, her dark purple fur contrasting with the gleaming silver of her barding. Your first glance of the fabled “bat ponies” up close was quite intimidating. Though the solo guard stood as tall as a mere pegasus, with membrane covered wings no larger than your beloved Scootaloo’s, her sharp teeth gleamed in the moonlight and you knew that she would stop at nothing to defend her Princess.

“Erm, hi...” you surmised, “I think Princess Luna wants to see me. She mentioned something about... an eternity of hot sloppy breeding sex?”

With a silent smirk upon her muzzle, the thestral mare turned slowly and presented her unarmoured hindquarters to your eager gaze. Your jaw dropped at the sight of your favourite midnight snack — pink and glistening horsepussy. Now this was more like it! The sexytimes had finally begun, and you found yourself on familiar ground... or rather, clouds.

It seemed that you would have to pass a few heroic trials before being granted an audience with Princess Luna. The thestral had presented you with a bright pink gate which would have to be opened before you could gain entrance to the domain of the night. Fortunately, you had just the right “key” for this horny lock — and not a single mare had ever complained about your technique!

You briefly knelt behind the thestral, your knees sinking into the clouds. You hungrily kissed her pussy and took her winking clit between your moistened lips, tickling it with your wet tongue. “Hmmm...” she moaned quietly beneath your ministrations, yet still said nothing. You doubled your efforts, taking care to pay plenty of attention to that eager mareclit, and to treat the thestral with the tenderness you always showed your lovers. (At least until they saw your dick and demanded the right to ride you to cunt blasting maregasms!) You’d make this quiet cutie scream your name yet, you pledged to yourself...

Yet even when the thestral’s passion peaked, her delicious flesh tensed around your tongue, and the fluids of her passion soaked your eager chin, only the slightest hiss of pleasure escaped the pleasured mare’s firmly shut lips. What was she — pony, or kirin? Yet her satisfaction seemed none the less real, as she smiled at you and nodded with a silent congratulations.

Seemingly you had passed your first trial, as with a shimmer of magic your clothes dissolved from your body and disappeared into the smoke of dreams. You were left naked and fully aroused before the petite and sexy mare. The thestral took a sudden intake of excited breath at the sight of your nude, exotic form, and she lowered her head to the clouds below, thrusting up her hips to raise her freshly eaten pussy to the perfect height for your penetration.

Obediently you stepped forward and rubbed the glans of your cock up and down her dark purple, nearly black slit. Sticky sap covered your crown as the thestral eagerly leaked all over you, her quivering flesh eagerly preparing herself for her second maregasm... and perhaps her third!

“Is this what you want?” you asked. You were always careful to give your dates a chance to back out and call it a night, once they saw how huge your cock was compared to their small, cartoonish bodies. By and large, you’d found that Equestria’s adventurous females relished the challenge! A fresh vulval wink was the thestral’s only answer to your query, her mareflesh kissing your tip with silent desperation. Having given her every chance to lower her tail or decline your advances, you gently pushed yourself into the silent mare’s moist and steaming channel of lust.

The feeling was like none other. The thestral’s cunt seemed almost liquid, as if you were dipping your cock in warm wax to form a mould for a dildo. She guided you inwards with tiny muscle movements, gently urging and instructing you to move for her pleasure. You grasped the small mare’s surprising broad hips and used your girth to move her towards a fresh climax, rolling your own hips as her silent grunts gathered steam and her bat wings fluttered with arousal.

Taking inspiration, you reached up and gently stroked the membranes of those wings, drawing skilled fingertips through a familiar pattern. The stifled gasp you heard proved that thestral wingboners were even more erotically sensitive than those of the many pegasi hotties you’d provided with happy-ending preenings. The loud slurp of a wink confirmed the thestral’s arousal as it echoed through the night, an erotic eruption much louder than any sound you’d heard from your lover’s upper lips so far.

You couldn’t believe how hot, how tight, how PERFECT was this beautiful mare of the night! The thestral’s pussy welcomed you like a loving wife, pulling you in close for a romantic kiss that entwined your bodies like never before. Her frantically winking clit rubbed against the plunging veins of your shaft, masturbating upon you even as you satisfied her need for deep penetration. A few more hard won thrusts and you were fully sheathed within the tiny mare, your cock pampered in warmth and wetness like you’d never felt. A dozen full, firm pumps through her cervix, and the thestral uttered a single squeak as her second maregasm hit, splattering upon the clouds and erupting into a sweetly fragrant steam.

Through the long minutes that followed, you felt like a stallion in full stud: proud, powerful, and in control. Yet the ambrosial taste of bathorse pussy lingered on your tongue, slowly corrupting your mind. With that same lovely juice pouring down your shaft and wetting your thighs, you soon found your pleasure mounting to realms beyond your control, with every pump of your dick in the soft and yielding pussy before you. You tried to pull out and catch your breath, only to find that the tip of your member was now trapped between the tight, squeezing lips that dripped those heavenly juices! She wouldn’t let you go!

“I—I’m about to cum, too!” you warned. The slickness and tightness of that clasping cunt was irresistible as it hugged your glans, responding to your attempts to extricate yourself with squeezes and strokes that grew fiercer and tighter, until you could hardly move around at all!

“Mmh,” the silent thestral grunted, and braced her hooves upon the cloudy surface of dreams. You halted your struggles, hoping to be disgorged, but with wobbling plot she pushed back upon you, firmly claiming every inch of you, taking your shaft to the root as if she meant to keep you forever.

“Please, I-I need to pull out or I’ll cum inside! It feels too good!” you begged. Yet at this hazardous prospect the thestral’s clasping cunt only tightened its seal around your meat. Forbidden tentacles seemed to stroke you from the inside, and you found yourself unable to hold out any longer. The speed with which the talented thestral had brought you to the breaking point was beyond belief! This was no mortal pussy, but a milking machine worthy of Sweet Apple Acres!

“Unnngh, I’m CUMMING!” you screamed. With a final smack to that firm yet cushy plot, and a deep groan that tore through the night, you blasted ropes deep into the thestral mare’s womb, the ferocity of your cumshot shaming the vast nut you’d just blown in the waking world. You’d just sent a flood of sperm the wrong way up into Apple Bloom’s guts... yet here was an OCEAN of the stuff, erupting from your balls to swell a petite thestral belly!

Over your time in Equestria you’d enjoyed both gentle seductions and ribald romps. Indeed, as of today you were legally the freeuse stud of the CMCs, bound to their endless cravings by the chains of matrimony. Yet nothing could have prepared you for the tightness and heat that awaited you beneath this spoopy mare’s tail! Her pussy was giving you the best deepthroat blowjob of your life, and eagerly swallowing every drop!

“Hmh... mmh...” the thestral mare muttered to herself as you panted and weeped, utterly emptying yourself inside her. Her muscle control kept you firmly rooted within as you noisily spent your seed, not to mention for some minutes afterwards. Shivering from head to toe, you placed your hand gently upon the thestral’s plot to steady yourself after a truly intense orgasm. Your feeble attempts to pull out and take your leave, met with nothing but a tightened grip upon your sensitive member. At last the thestral turned her head back to regard you with a coy smile, still holding you inside her.

“I... huff... apologize, good human, but I could not speak ere now.” You were startled as the seemingly mute bat-pony opened her mouth to talk with you. Her voice was low and sounded like a growl, yet seemed quite friendly.

“W-what’s your name?” you asked, awed by the beauty and dark elegance of the mare you’d just creampied.

“I am Persephonea, Captain of the Lunar Guard.” With a flex of her lower muscles, the lovely thestral disgorged your limp and spent prick, her tight cunt clasping closed around your leaking seed. So tight was her grip that the strand of escaped semen dribbling from her insides was cut off as if by scissors. That drop of human sperm plummeted through the clouds and down towards the slumbering land of Equestria, no doubt to land comically upon the face of some unfortunate night watchpony. “Princess Luna herself stationed me here to await your arrival.”

“It’s nice to seed—I mean, to meet you,” you stated with a blush. “My name is—”

“Hush!” Persephonea flew up to your height and put a leather wing to your lips. “No name is necessary for you, save for ‘stud.’ In this realm, males have — and deserve — none other.”

“I don’t understand!” you confessed. “I’m so confused... and horny all the time...”

The beautiful thestral looked about, her gaze encompassing the silent majesty of the night that surrounded you. “All life in Luna’s kingdom hearkens to the feminine cycle of Lady Moon,” she explained. With a hoof Persephonea directed your gaze upwards, to the bright satellite that floated far too near above. “Beneath her gentle rays, brutish males like you are most unwelcome. It is thus that by Her Majesty’s ancient law, no thestral may acknowledge or speak to any stallion, save he be the father of her foal. Here, you are ‘stud’ or you are nothing.”

“Then... d-does that mean...”

“Indeed,” the thestral’s raspy voice rang out. She lowered her hoof to gently stroke her barrel. “A beautiful new life, in the service of the Princess of the Night. You have proven your worth, and conquered my womb.” With a flutter of wings and a tender kiss upon your lips, Persephonea sealed her fate to your own. “I am yours, my sweet stud, now and forever.”

You knelt down and pressed your face against the thestral’s warm fur as she flapped in midair, marvelling at the beauty that could come from such a hot, steamy inter-species dicking as the one you’d just delivered. “It’s so wonderful!” you marvelled with a tear of joy. “I know our foal will be beautiful... b-but I’m already married! Is this really OK?”

The thestral Captain laughed, throwing her slim neck back as if baying to the moon. “Such distinctions have no meaning here,” she assured. “In the land of dreams, fantasy is the true reality, and passion the only truth. In your nighttime adventures, have you not made love to other ponies’ wives?”

You blushed as memories came back of vivid dreams where you’d taken pleasure with the bountiful Mrs. Cake, the elegant Princess Cadance, the inventive Pinkie Pie, your best bro Lyra Heartstrings, and so many more. Even Cookie Crumbles, your new mother-in-law, had inspired a few nocturnal emissions in the days when you were dating her eldest daughter.

In reality, you knew these committed and faithful mares were off limits to your perverted mind and your groping hands. Yet freed from the shackles of consciousness and conscience, your libido leaned on the veil of sleep as an excuse to summon the most vivid of homewrecking fantasies. It had all felt so real, those dreams in which you tempted these lovely ladies to break the sacred bonds of matrimony, and spread themselves wide for a good human dicking down!

“I-I guess I’ve had a few dreams about married mares,” you admitted.

Once again Persephonea laughed. “Hahahah! A few, he says! Fear not, stud, for you are hardly alone in such desires. Why, even now, the number of creatures dreaming about pounding your wives would astound you~”

“Wait, what?”

Persephonea merely smirked. “Now that you have studded me, allow me to be your guide to Luna’s kingdom.” With a simple nod the gate creaked open, and your eyes were filled once again with the sight of that bounteous plot as the now pregnant thestral flew through.

With trepidation you followed her through the gate into the forbidden, not to mention exclusively female, realm within. Your feet shifting upon the clouds below, you followed your latest conquest towards Luna’s castle, where an unknown (but surely horny) fate awaited you...