Customer of the day: Princess Luna

I've never been much of a dreamer, because I know my place. There are the noble societies of Canterlot, the hard-workers in Ponyville, the dependable brewers in Manehattan, the contributing gamblers in Las Pegasus, and the incredibly accurate teams of weather makers in Cloudsdale. Each one of these ponies have a unique rank in the social hierarchy, given the value of what their doing and not doing. They all do something good to Equestria, even the gamblers believe it or not. Most ponies can see the biggest difference by the origins of others. The nobles are without doubt the ones who commands most respect each other, even though it's true that they all hide a sinister glare or grin beneath that sadly transparent mask. The 'regular' ponies of Ponyville are no excuse either. As much as they seem so occupied with their daily lives and needs of work, they too hide much darkness within their hearts. I can't imagine finding a single pony... wait, scratch that; I just remembered that Fluttershy one...

The night had fallen strangely fast today, and it was not good. There had been a terrible drought for my business today, absolutely no customer who wanted to purchase my ass for a ride. I had seen some other of my not so respectable colleagues trying to allure some married stallions, putting on the most disgraceful expressions called duck-faces. They did a splendid job scaring away every single stallion withing fifty hooves of their location. These days pop up every now and then, and if you're smart you have stockpiled some bits to make it for the day. Sadly for me, I had used up all my stockpiles for my basic needs. Every single bit I had earned from working the last days have been put away in a huger stockpile with Sargent Tenacity's name on it.

Remember the things I said about dreaming and working? Yeah, this is what I have to work with. Long, cylinder poles of living flesh, meant to be wined and dined with all of your holes and hooves. The more you take, the more you get. That's what makes me lower than the gamblers. That's what makes me a plague to the society. I work harder than most ponies and sacrifices myself to it, dedicating every single bucking day of the week to earn bits. For what? Survival, that's it. I just want to live, and that makes me a criminal that guards are allowed to brutally rape if under the right circumstances.

Thanks, Celestia...

I could go on all day about it, but now I had no other choice but to find my bed and tuck myself down. I had been sitting next to it the last hour, hoping for anything at all to pass by. With my hopes broken for today, I laid down and tried to get my forty winks, wherever that expression came from. If you wonder what a whorse thinks of when she tries to sleep, let me crush your dreams and pervert images by telling that it's not about dicks and their juicy semen. We don't look forward to having all sorts of things rammed up our butts and sucking sweaty, hairy cocks because they taste like candy.

This is reality, not a pornographic novel...

We dream of different things just like anypony who still knows what dreaming means. Me, I think about the still forest. A silent hush of winds caressing the tree crowns, playing its soothing voice of relaxation and safety. The nature grows on us, and we in turn grow from the nature. It's a sort of mantra for me, thinking like that. It puts away my thought from everything else than what I have face every day. And before I can notice, the forest is suddenly real, standing before me in a respectful manner. I smiled and walked into the forest. It' hadn't been the first time I've been here in my dreams, but something was different about it like always. Either it was high and mighty, or deep and devious. No real gray-scale here, either perfectly good or hopelessly bad.

My dreams shifted from day to day no matter how my day had ended. But just like anypony else, I always feared for the worst. And this time, I was once again reminded of the cold fact that in nightmare, every choice you make is a bad one. As I walked into the woods, I saw the surface on the trees changing more and more for each step I took. It didn't take long for me to realize they changed into faces, muzzles of those I knew or once knew of. There was Milky Windmill, one of the friendlier ponies I had been unfortunate enough to befriend. By that I mean that I was to watch her die in the hooves of a pony who didn't know what 'stop, I can't breathe' means...

Then there were the jealous ones. The ponies that always looked down on me no matter what just because their newbie crushing didn't work on me. Their voices whispered the most horrible things I knew of.

“Foal of a whorse... born from a loose cunt... daughter to a trick”.

The others showed up too, all those ponies I had sold myself to. I knew their voices, their judging eyes, the hallow whispers calling me names. I was at the bottom, the only place nopony wanted to be in. This pony-hell sought me with its claws and tore up my mind so I never would resist its grasp around my neck. It was this or die, and I had been a foal to choose the painful path, a decision that brought shrieking laughter from every corner of the darkening woods.

The sound echoed from tree to tree, enhancing in strength for each twig it touched with a disgusting snap. I could only look, hoping the nightmare would end. I could only walk, didn't matter if it was running or crawling, it just kept stalking me anyways. There was nopony to blame, nopony to hide behind. I had nothing more than the enemies I created for each passing day, lost without any friends I could rely on. Even Berry Punch was out of my reach, hidden behind her careful sister Cheerilee who whispered the truth about my origin. I would lose my mind if this dream would have repeated itself each night. It had been more frequent the last says. Maybe it was because one of the trees suddenly turned into Tenacity's hideous face. He smirked in self-satisfaction, feeling like a god thanks to my naive trust in him. I hated myself for it. But what other choice did I have? What could I do?

“You could forgive yourself...”.

I stopped dead in my tracks with wide eyes, shocked to suddenly hear something aside from all the mocking and hating. This voice was new, unique and so far from everypony else that I for a moment wondered if I actually was dreaming. I looked around and found out that all the muzzles I saw had turned back to being trees. It was as if I had woken up, traveled back to reality and opened my eyes with the clear night sky above me. There was a night sky when I looked up, but the forest was still around. That thick scale of bizarre feelings was still inside me, so I couldn't be awake. Then where did the...

“Behind you, my dear subject” the voice said, echoing gracefully as I turned around in a heartbeat. Before me was suddenly the absolutely most beautiful mare I had ever seen my entire life, a combination of sheer beauty and massive sex appeal without the slightest trace of arrogance or the aura of abuse to mentioned looks. Her coat was of a dark blue shade and the night sky fell down as her mane decided to float naturally in the air like a magic cloud. The deep look in her magnificent eyes spoke of kindness and an unexplainable cuteness. As much as her presence filled me at first with a strong chill, I didn't find the wish to run away. I was literally stunned by this...alicorn?

We stood still with our eyes connected for a long time. I didn't know what to say nor to do. It felt unreal in another way than what a dream can explain. The awareness of the situation gave me more insight, taking me to a completely new level of control. Now I could have sworn I was awake. It felt like I now had a choice, the ability to decide and act after my own decision. I looked at my hooves and confirmed that I had to be awake.

But I wasn't.

“Have no fear, my little pony. It is I, your princess Luna” she said, and then I finally recognized her. I had seen her during her re-coronation after Nightmare Moon's defeat, a day many ponies remembered. Perhaps it was because all of the straight stallions had to hide their boners, or that their wives questioned their sexual orientation when seeing her. I myself agreed; if every mare looked like that I would have forced myself to become a filly-fooler.

“Uuuh... h-hi? Why... are you here? And... why do I feel like... like I'm in so much control... of myself?” I stuttered, confused about several things as I kept looking into her eyes. I felt silly and embarrassed about it, asking myself what in Equestria was going on.

“That's because I am here” she answered bluntly, only making it harder for me to understand. I wanted to open my mouth again, but the princess was apparently not done yet. “And I am really pleased to be here too, I must say”.

It was like reality had gotten drunk and had to go home. What did she mean with 'pleased to be here'?

“But of course I am pleased. I thought there was no left of you in entire Equestria, but now I stand corrected” she furthered, giving my a continuing barrage of smiles and friendly looks. She started walking around me like many ponies had done before. However, this time it felt like my life depended on it. Every shot from her eyes that landed on my body scared the living shit out of me. My own self-esteem told me to look as casual as possible and at the same time to look as pleasing as possible, at the same time as I was supposed to look relaxed, and pretty, sexy, playful and... and...

In a sudden swoop from behind, Luna's wings embraced me like a warm blanket made of feathers, followed by the forelegs that caught me in a tender hug. In that instant, I was calm and relaxed like a sleeping baby pony. She nuzzled my cheek in a loving caress and waited for me to breathe regularly again. Once I did, she opened her fantastic eyes and moved so close in with her lips that I felt them licking my ear.

“I was terrified when my sister told me that there was none of you left. Even the harems were empty, lacking the play mares I had longed for during my thousand of years on the moon... but here you are... holy as the light from your beautiful eyes” she whispered and hugged me a little tighter, still keeping it comfortable for me. Sadly, my mind was being raped by question marks. Such as what the hay she talked about and what she meant with 'holy'. Had she been looking for me? In my sleep? What the actual buck?

“But I see... you must be confused” she said and sat back on her haunches without letting me go. In the next moment, I was sitting in her lap, leaning on the wings that still surrounded me. I felt like a baby... and strangely enough liked it. This feeling of security was new to me. Sure, I felt safe in Berry's presence too but this was on a more... let's say, divine level. Luna finally let go off me and maintained my balance with only her wings, giving her the ability to put her hooves together and throw a sweet smile at me. Was she preparing something?

“Your name is... Orchid?” she asked. I nodded. “Good. My dear subject Orchid... it is with my greatest pleasure I would like to play with you”.

I blinked. “What?”.

“Oh my... have I been gone for that long?”.

She rubbed her chin with an awkward expression. Her eyes fell to the corner as she suddenly lost all appearance of greatness and grace. Not only did she look beautiful now, a strong radiance of adorableness washed her like a bucket of it just fell down from nowhere. Once she looked at me again, I was prepared to get even more mind-bucked. Her hooves decorated with royal shoes covered her lower lip, making it harder to resist the urge of babying her. My flushes must have been redder than blood at that moment.

“Uhm... aren't you called 'play mares' anymore?”.

I looked into every corner of my vision and bit my lower lip. Did she ask if I was a prostitute? I had to assume that, giving I was talking to a pony who just confessed she must have missed a lot of things during her millennium of absence. Wait, did that mean she was Nightmare Moon? Nonsense, this can't be here...

“I think the term you're looking for is 'whorse'...” I tried to help her, oddly enough sending a strike of surprise to her.

“Whorse? Ugh, such a... vulgar word. Why did it change?” she asked with a serious tone. Out of habit, I thought she played with me for a moment there. But she was utterly concerned to find out from me. How was I supposed to answer that? The name was made up a long time ago, not that I know how old it was, but still.

“I dunno” I shrugged. “Maybe because it's an insult we deserve. I am a whorse, or... play mare, if you prefer that”. It felt strangely casual talking to her. I supposes since she was a princess I had to show extreme manner and all, but she didn't seem to demand any of it. In fact, it also felt like she respected me for some reas-

“Insult?! How dare they do such a thing to something so sacred as you?!” she nearly shouted, sending me curling into a ball in her winged grasp. Luna breathed deeply through her snout, obviously channeling her anger through the silence she now preferred. I didn't say a thing, following the advice about shutting up repeating itself in my head like a broken record. In the end, she closed her eyes and inhaled for several seconds before speaking to me.

“It would seem I have to tell you about your predecessors... the royal play mares”.

“Wait!” I nearly yelled without regretting my decision. The princess widened her eyes and leaned away in surprise, most likely shocked due to my lack of respect to a highly royal flank like hers. I didn't literally thought those words in my head since I knew I weren't alone. But it sure would have been fun to see her reaction to it. Or maybe not, I didn't have the wish to spend a thousand years on the moon...

“Can... can I ask you something?” I said and brushed aside the small strains of hair covering my eyes. I stared at Luna in silence for more seconds than I remember. She looked back at me, expecting me to explain myself for interrupting her. I didn't know what her weight was worth in bits, nor why she had sought me out in my most private quarter... yet I knew the possibilities. If she had the ability to walk into other ponies minds, making dreams come true by changing after her will just like she did to the landscape around us. The forest was gone. Just like my doubts about the question I was to ask. I gently released myself from Luna's grasp and pushed aside her feathered wings so I could stand on my own hooves again. My eyes were honest, not like when speaking to a customer or trying to slither away from a guard busting me with a stallion's cock in my mouth.

“You... can walk into other ponies dreams, right?” I asked, instantly responded by a nod from the princess. My hooves felt like walking, but this was not any negotiation where I had to put my stand. This was going to be another request among those I had made in life. “Then could you by... any... No, I mean...”.

The thought had crippled me. All these chances suddenly laying in front of me, asking to be grabbed around the throat and smothered with attention. I closed my eyes for a second and gulped, hardly able to understand if I was just having the most bizarre dream ever.

“What is it, my subject?” she asked with that smooth, wonderful voice. I looked deep into her eyes. There were no tears.

“Could you do me a favor?”.

I had no idea how to speak to a princes, nor if I was supposed to treat her like she was my goddess. Celestia was the only goddess to me. I had never seen Luna in person. I didn't know where these words came from. But I knew deep in my heart that this was one of those chances I simply had to take. It had the potential to change everything. In that instance, the princess tilted her head to the side.

“Can you... b-bring back... my parents?”.

Her eyes changed. It wasn't that soft, kind one she just massaged me with. This was a more threatening look that radiated discipline. She walked towards me. “Do you remember your parents?”.

That was without doubt the most painful question I had heard today. Believe me, when somepony seriously asks you if you liked the taste of his dick after the first time being forced to take it in your mouth, it hurts even more. I had to swallow the bitter pill and shake my head.

I never knew my parents...

“How come?” she furthered. It sounded silly to me, but how in Equestria was she supposed to know how I felt? Couldn't she see straight into my mind right now? Or was her powers that limited? I wanted to walk away with a judging look over my shoulder, treat her like trash and pretend this was all just a fiction, a creature of my imagination. Yet here I stood, on the edge to crying and regretting every mistake I had done in my life. I was going to be honest. To myself. To Luna. To the world. Even to those who saw me as nothing more but a piece of fuck-meat.

“No... I... I never knew them” I answered and looked into the corner of my eyes. “There are rumors, though”.

She didn't say a word. This was my turn to open up and tell the story nopony had heard of. Not even Berry Punch. I remained where I stood, taking my time to let the eruptions of thoughts rain down on my tongue.

“I was raised on the streets as an orphan, taken care of by an old mare I came to call my auntie. She is dead now, never gave me any advice on how to become a good pony like everypony else. The only thing she taught me was how to survive the world she liked to call reality. How tough the job as a whorse was, what to fear, what to trust, what to always remember... but never how to become a regular pony...”.

I had expected her to cut me off by now, asking me what all this meant and if there was a point to it. I was amazed to find her sitting back on her haunches, keeping her ears peeled at my direction to hear everything I had to say. It was a strange relief to see her like that. In fact, so relieving that I took a step towards the bold pony's path.

“I don't know how it was for your 'play mares' back then, but today... being a whorse is the worst job you can have. And that's why all of my colleagues makes fun out of me. I've been told things, scared and traumatized. They say...”.

Luna noticed my hesitation, thus tilted her head to the other side. I paused just to choke the tear in my eye.

“That my mother was a whorse. They say my father was nothing more than a trick who turned out to be a rapist. That he violated her and impregnated her. That I was nothing more than the foal of a rape victim. An u-unwanted one... just...”.

I hadn't noticed my failure to kill that tear before it was too late. I had to watch in defeat as my salty drop of water hit the imaginary ground.

“Anyways...” I said and snorted up what nearly became my mental breakdown. Luna watched me carefully. “I was told my mother died when she gave birth to me, and that my father was never to be found again... probably scoring off some more mares whenever it pleased him. But I don't care what they say. Now when you are here, I ca-”.

There was no time for me to finish that sentence. The princess of the night stood already with a hoof pointing at me. She had maintained the look in her eyes and refused to change it. After a sigh, she got back up on her legs and walked up to me. The difference in height forced my snout up in the air.

“Before you go any further, my dear play mare, I must say that what you request is impossible” she said much to my disappointment. Not that it was her problem. I, however, didn't take it so lightly. She told me that it wouldn't work that way. If I couldn't even remember my parents, there was no way she could recreate them. And even if she did... they would just be manifestations that only told me what I already had heard. Nothing of it would have been real. I knew that. But everypony also knows that if you could bring back the dead, not forever, but for just a minute, you could bring peace to so many hearts.

A heart like mine.

Another pill to swallow. The truth hit me violently over the head. It hurt like shit. “But... but can't you just... I can't take these ponies saying that about my mothe-”.

I suddenly found my mouth covered by the princess herself. That piece of crystal glass over her hoof was softer than I expected, feeling more like a cool embrace from a soft cloth than the hard matter it actually was. The gorgeous eyes aimed straight at me, leaving nothing between her and me untouched. She lowered her hoof before speaking.

“The play mares, dear Orchid, were highly respected ponies. Martyrs too, if that title is appropriate”.

I raised an eyebrow above my wet eyes.

“Before I was banished for my sins as Nightmare Moon, the society of Equestria was divided between the rich and the poor. Desperation yearned in the villages of poverty, giving them only one solution left when food became a luxury they couldn't afford. A single family consisting of a father, a mother, and three daughters had taken the decision to plead my sister and I with the eldest of the young mares. When this occurred, we were both shocked to find out how poorly our beloved subjects lived. I suggested we'd divide the wealth and give half of it to the starving ponies. But my sister had another idea”.

“What was that?” I asked, strangely comfortable to ask that question even due to my tears. Luna smirked.

“An idea that dignified her position as ruler over Equestria. She didn't want the poor ponies to only have wealth, she wanted them to gains status as well. Thus, my sister humbly accepted the gift and gave the poor family a large jar of bits, making the daughter Equestria's first play mare. I was doubtful about what she wanted out of this, minding how degrading it was to use a pony for the mare sake of sex. Before I was able to develop my doubts, word started to spread that the royal family had purchased a pony of lower class and that Celestia herself was using her for pleasure. I was confused by the reactions from cities such as Canterlot... they were thrilled! The wealthy families wanted to live just like royalty, thus started purchasing sexual favors from the poor ponies”.

My eyes had widened to the point that they began to hurt. Was Equestria's history built on whorses and pony owners?

“But not every family was willing to give away their daughters. So those who did received connections to Canterlot and managed to rebuild their lives. Shortly, poverty was reduced to nearly nothing, and cities that were once on the brink of starvation are now known as Manehattan and Fillydelphia”.

Called it.

“A new rule was set that only royal families were allowed to own play mares, thus keeping the value of those who only had to sell a piece of their time and body. After just a year, the play mares had earned status and become symbols for generosity and prosperity. In the end... even I fell for the charm of the innocence in those mares' eyes, eventually taking for granted that they would be there to help satisfy me”.

I was convinced that she would go on without any end in sight with all this talk. For once, I actually wished for that. She had given me a story about the truth behind the fortune of Equestria's bigger cities. I shouldn't have been so surprised, I if anypony should know that dirty secrets hide in the one you least expect it to be. Like a loyal husband with two foals and a loving wife, running a confectionery right here in Ponyville...

“So now when you know this, Orchid, you might understand why I was so shocked to find out that my sister had cleared the castle from play mares during my absence. I must say... what you've taught me is indeed heartbreaking to hear. To imagine such status and prosperity has undergone so much change is beyond what I expected for the future of Equestria. But alas... a lot of other things has changed too.”

I assumed she was done. Her mouth finally closed as she sat down next to me in this dream scape. The moon stood high over the empty field of grass, shining down on us like a watcher who paid for a full hour just for his stupid fetish of voyeurism. Why was I angry at it? Was it her? Or perhaps it was the fact that I still didn't feel any appreciation for what I did. Yeah, that had to be it.

“But here we are” I said, catching Luna's attention as I crept a little closer to her. “A mare who needs her bits and a royalty depraved of her privileges”. She smiled at me, then looked away like I had pulled off the worst pickup-line in history.

“Forgive me for my haste earlier, my dear subject. I understand that you no longer wish for my presence to disturb your sleep. I shall make my leave” she suddenly stated and unfolded her wings. Didn't she catch my drift?

“But wait!” I said and grabbed her foreleg before she could stand up. Our eyes met. Her divine color versus my alluring one. I hadn't figured out I was lying to myself until I suddenly caught myself with the reflex of never turning down a good customer. Even if this was all in my head, I couldn't deny my profession as a piece of flank you buy for entertainment. I gently stroke her cheek and maintained our eye-contact. My own smile grew wider as I guided her muzzle to mine. Heck, I was about to have sex with the princess of the night! Who can top that?

“But Orchid, you...” she tried to argue even due to incredibly adorable blush. I glanced at her partially trembling wings. “Hush, my empress. I can see the starvation in your eyes. A thousand years all alone without pleasant company must have been too much on you. Didn't you come here to slake your thirst? On me? Hmm?” I said with my most improvised way of speaking. Clearly it had effect, minding Luna's trembling lips.

“My, Orchid. You... y-you are without doubt alluring just like an old play mare I remember... if not e-even more” she said right before nibbling on her lower lip. It felt ridiculously easy, still, I could only begin to imagine how it felt to not have sex for over a millennium. Would probably feel nice, actually...

“Oh really? I asked and put up a sinister grin beneath my half-closed eyes. “Don't you wonder if my skills are the same... if not even better?”.

I felt the held-back air escaping her mouth. She was strangely warm for being the ruler of all the cold nights I had survived. Not that I cared, all I wanted now was to prove myself that I could get better than cheap cocks and beatings.

Once the air between us was gone, I was finally there, at that moment when it was a fact that you have experience of being inside another pony's mouth. I've had more cocks that tongues in my mouth, and few of those have been nice to have. But now, I had a set of royal lips connected to me. She was as smooth as I expected, soft and gentle even due to her strong absence of sex. Her forelegs wrapped around me. She fell back softly, letting me have my way with her. I planned on making this a special one, giving the royalty what she needed and most likely deserved. She had shown me respect and done her best to cheer me up. It was a fact for her, but something absolutely extraordinary for me.

I was happy to have met her...

She didn't resist when I slithered my tongue inside her mouth. Barely any fight was given as I swirled around her tongue and soaked it down in my own will and desire. Our lips so sweetly connected to each other, our saliva blending in an erotic dance worthy the rank and hierarchy she stood above, this was going to be my chance to prove my dignity as a whorse... or should I start calling myself a 'play mare'?

Muffled moans echoed from her mouth as my lower hoof stroke her nether. The reaction became a violent one when I barely slipped on her pearl. This impatience started to grow on me, terrorizing me with an ongoing voice. It told me to go further, show what I really was made of. I obeyed the voice like a slave bound to her chains, disconnecting the kiss with a sloppy strain of saliva breaking between our mouths. I didn't notice that her shoes were gone. It didn't matter to me. I just wanted to get the taste of royal mare on my tongue. I licked my lips and moved down, sticking out my tongue so it could soak the dark blue fur on this beautiful being. Her curves were alluring enough as they were, that her coat tasted good didn't help preventing me from falling in love with this divine body. My restraint worked to its fullest so I could concentrate on where I was going. I had ended up between her hindlegs, my hooves pushing aside her thighs so I could admire this creation of a goddess.

This was getting silly in my head. Was I actually aroused from this? There hadn't been much physical satisfaction for me, yet I couldn't wait to dive my snout into this marehood in front of me. Even my way of thinking had changed. Was this the power of presence from a princess?

“Am I... to your pleasing, Orchid?” Luna. I flashed out from my thoughts, awkwardly enough finding myself staring at the princess' cunt like I was hesitating. I smiled back at her. “I was just... shocked by your....”.

I was originally planning on coming up with an excuse. But as I glanced down at her glistering marehood, I was captivated by its shapes. The labia were perfectly squeezing the stiff little pearl on top of the soft cunt. Not a string of fur misplaced, nor any flaws with the scent. A mild wave of jasmine filled my nostrils, enticing me to skip the talk and dive in.

“... b-beautiful flower...” I nearly whispered with wide eyes. I had never seen such a well-preserved cunt before, amazingly stricken by the oh to tartarus with this!

To be honest, it didn't matter anymore. I shoved my muzzle between her legs and squeezed her thighs to my cheeks, giving me a comfortable warmth as I dragged my tongue over her fat lips. She whimpered through a strong tremble from her hindlegs, completely losing her balance when my agile tongue flickered her pearl. It wasn't enough. I spread her labia apart so I could dig in on her royal love juice, drinking her deep just for the sake of the taste. My tongue rapidly lapped her stiff spot, sending large amounts of pleasure to the needy princess. Her soft sounds had grown into full-fledged moans. Her fore hooves grabbed my head as she started to hump my face. Probably a reflex, what did I know nor cared.

Her soft and wet flesh was nothing in comparison to the wonderful resistance her tight hole gave me. It squeezed shut as I tried to penetrate it, in the end failing to hold back once I managed to overpower it. In that instance, the princess grit her teeth for a few seconds, just so she could let out the loudest groan so far and cum all over my face. I closed my eyes and let the rich flavor take over my taste buds in a merciless conquest. The sticky juice overflowed my mouth,poured out and stained the perfectly soft marehood. I licked around my lips and caught another squirt of cum directly on my tongue. The cum fell down my throat in gulps, disappearing down into my digestion. I had royal cum in my stomach now. It felt... godlike...

I had expected stranger things to happen. It was a dream after all. Why hadn't things changed shape for the twentieth time? Or suddenly changed allegiance? I felt like a madman in the deepest dream where everything made more sense than I could handle. What was even stranger was how happy I felt. I filled a purpose. A rich and respected purpose. Like everything I had done in my life suddenly served as acts of generosity and prosperity. Luna had gotten under my skin, telling me fine stories made of golden fields and flowering forests. In any other case, I would have believed somepony had drugged my drink. Yet I knew for a fact that it was only my dream that had been drugged.

While I still was locked in bliss, Luna reached for my head and caressed my mane in a soothing touch. My eyelids closed for a second, long enough for the princess to change an appearance. Once I looked again, I couldn't see her face. Something was blocking my vision. Something that made my eyebrows raise in surprise.

A large dick towered before me, standing proud with several inches of blood holding it up in a perverted display. Blue like the body of the owner. I managed to get up on my lazy fore hooves and look over the hard tip of the pole. Luna smiled at me. She understood my confusion and foresaw my question.

“Don't wonder, Orchid. It's just a dream” she said with the soft voice I couldn't get rid of in my head. It was so easy following, dance to the tones from her flute like I didn't want anything else. It could have likewise been a primal instinct, because I couldn't wait to have that cock inside me. Before I knew it, I had climbed over with my hindlegs wildly spread above the big thing. I was shaking for some reason. Was this how a virgin felt when she is asked to do something sexual that she actually wanted to do? I will never know. I was sold to the highest bidder back in those days. Being a virgin gives you great benefits, everypony will do what you say and be nice. Give you compliments and say all the things you want to hear. That is until he finally gets to bed with you. The two thousand bits were not enough for his patience to last longer than an hour or so. Worst was, he didn't know how to be nice once the dirty stuff began. I had suppressed the memories a long time ago, all I could remember now was the pain. The physical pain trotting hoof in hoof with the mental ache.

Now was not that time...

I lowered my cunt over the thick cock, staring deep into Luna's eyes as the tip tickled my labia. The head squeezed in fine thanks to the love juice I had been extracting since the start of this dreamy business. The princess bit her lower and moaned. She enjoyed every inch that crept deeper inside my warm hole. The warm walls hugged her member softly, fondling her cock like the tender hooves of a masseuse. I aimed to get the entire thing inside me, even though my experience told that would be impossible. But I stricken by absolute ecstasy when my limit suddenly disappeared. The cock kept sliding inside me like there was no end. I looked down and saw the bulge reaching up to the lower part of my stomach. It didn't hurt one bit. On the contrary, it felt divine even when I saw this normally disgusting bump.

I opened my damp mouth, letting the saliva poor out. Luna was in the moment too. Her eyes rolled up as she grabbed my sides and pressed me down the last inch. A primal groan flew out from my vocal cords. I was so lost in the thrill that I didn't even notice the bulge growing a little further up my body. The rocking began. Luna shot back as far as she could and rammed my inside. The pound was like another shock of the fantastic drug floating inside me. My forelegs hung limp as the ride could begin for real. Another slam, another stain of juice squeezing out from me. Then there was no third. There was instead the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and all the other numbers at once, passionately ravaging my inside like there was no tomorrow.

I was in trance. Luna's hard grip around me as she pressed me down on her cock, the immeasurable orgasms flooding from my stuffed marehood, the bestial grunts echoing from our mouths, this extraordinary feeling pumping my senses, and the sheer fact that I was looking down at the bulge pounding deep inside my belly.

There was no ability to talk. There was only fucking. I was getting fucked harder than I ever had been. Luna had told me I couldn't experience anything I hadn't already seen or heard, but this must be her doing. This must be what she can do since she's in my dream. This was after all not an ordinary dream...

She watched me as I bounced on her. She enjoyed the view like it was her fetish, a taboo and utterly twisted fetish you only could experience once in a life time. The ecstasy was running high inside her head. With pure strength and agility, she lifted me from her humongous cock and flipped up on her hindlegs. She embraced me so hard that I thought the air would jump out my lungs. Her wings unfolded as she bent forward, giving her the ability to stand like she was on all four while flapping her feathered members to keep her straight. The sweet pole went inside me again, filling me like a sock while she held me in her loving embrace. I could have sworn she imagined me to be something you simply fuck. No face, no personality, nothing but a waist to grab and hump as hard you could.

Like most ponies had seen me so far...

Difference was that I loved it this time around. Such endless stamina and passion coming from somepony believed to have too high standards for purchasing a whorse. I didn't have to convince myself it was happening. I could only see her chest from my constricting embrace, but it was clear she enjoyed this to the fullest. There were so many minutes of constant groaning and panting, enough to give most ponies the sorest thighs in existence. But having so many stallions inside you before that I have had, it was perhaps little wonder how I managed to survive this session. She had kept her wings flapping until they got too stiff and exhausted, so now she was using her magic instead to levitate her upper body.

“P-princess! I... I hah... hah... can't take anymore! Your... aah... cock is... t-too good!” I moaned from my crazed mouth, forgetting everything about minding my manners. It had been an extraordinarily fun ride, but one mare could only have her guts fucked for so long.

“Do you... wish for me... t-to fill you?” she nearly whispered. I flew my limp forelegs around her and squeezed her soft, sweaty neck covered in the stench of sex and no regrets.

“Yes! Oh, sweet empress, cum inside me! Fill me with your royal sperm and impregnate me! Mark me as your property and let me carry your foal!” I yelled in a surprisingly realistic tone.

I didn't exactly know what happened, but what I said right there clearly triggered everything holy between Equestria and Tartarus. She didn't pound me faster, but the weight in each rock sent earthquakes of pleasure inside me. Her strong hips rammed into my plush butt over and over until the last one finished her completely.

I widened my eyes as I felt the bulge in my stomach getting flooded with sperm. It poured down like a waterfall along my inner walls and expanded the tight space left between it and Luna's ejaculating cock. I moaned loudly for each pump squeezing past it. A healthy dose of the cum widened my labia so it could fill me up. Before I knew it, my belly started swelling grotesquely. It grew in size and eventually forced me to let go of Luna. I landed on my back, but the cock was still inside me, continuing to pump more sperm inside me. Luna stood proudly with a relaxed smile as she blessed me with her load. I covered my swollen stomach and gasped in pure satisfaction, enjoying to see myself getting fat with semen. Once I truly looked like a pregnant house wife, I pulled out the magically enlarging cock and let it cover me in a thick layer of its wealth, only so I could stuff the wonderful thing in my mouth and halfway down my throat. The flood streamed directly into my already filled stomach, and I didn't have to swallow for it to happen. Now I could happily see my belly growing for the sake of my empress.

After a full minute of cumming, the stream finally died out together with the cock. I closed my eyes for a second, and then opened them without the ability to see where the large thing had gone.

In the same instance, I rubbed my belly only to realize it was flat again like always. I shook my head and looked to my side, luckily understanding that I wasn't alone. The beautiful alicorn mare looked down at me from her sitting stance, smiling wonderfully like everything was okay. Her eyes were warmer than the night she presented...

“Thank you, my dear subject Orchid...” she said with a hesitating sigh afterward. “It is saddening that my sister has strictly forbidden any play mare to reside in the Canterlot castle... otherwise I would have happily brought you there to accompany me with any further assistance”.

It sounded lovely, I won't deny that. But I already knew my place in Equestria. I didn't belong in a fancy castle or even in the home of a loving pony who cared for me. Besides, I was on a quest. Thus, I carefully got up on my tired hooves and sat back on my haunches, giving Luna a smile worthy the one on her lips. She was speaking in terms of business with me now, usually this is where I promptly give my customer the easy choice between paying me in bits or getting a buck in the crotch for each coin missing in the payment. However, I was willing to give it rest this time. After all, how am I supposed to get paid for something that technically never happened.

“I think I should thank you too, princess. You've given me a lot to think about... you know, my predecessors and all that. Maybe where I really belong” I said with a stain of appreciation in my tone, giving Luna what I could for this event. She giggled before getting up on her hooves. I supposed this was going to be the good-bye and most likely the last time I saw her. At least in my dreams.

As Luna was about to turn away from me, she remembered one thing she was going to say.

“Oh! Pardon, I nearly forgot the reason for why I was supposed to find you in the first place” she chuckled and turned back to me, who suddenly had a confused facial expression. “You are to locate yourself at the Golden Oak Library here in Ponyville tomorrow, preferably after noon. There will be a customer there who awaits your arrival, even though she is not aware of it”.

“Wh-what...? Golden Oak? Wait, who is it I am to...”.

I had no time to ask her. A strong light enveloped from behind her, consuming the landscape and leaving behind a clear shade of darkness all over my eyes. An echo died out in my head, forcing me to open my eyes and see the early shines of the morning sun tickling my nerves. I shot up from my bedroll, sweating like crazy. I looked around quickly in all directions, met by the wide walk next to me and the cramped alleys filled with garbage cans to the sides. Somepony must have been out early with the trash this morning.

I rubbed my eyes in annoyance, believing I was starting to get mad from stress. That was until I noticed the the bag next to the head of my bed. A medium sized brown bag roped together on the top. I raised an eyebrow and looked around again, noticing I was alone. However, there was also a difference with the list above me. The pencil attached to the strain was hanging next to a recently added name. I got up on my haunches and picked up the bag into my hiding embrace. As I opened it, my face lit up from a golden shine...

In that instant, I closed the bag. The shock needed a few seconds to stabilize itself, giving me time to see the extraordinarily beautiful mouth writing beneath a few crossed off names.

Golden Oak Library, late afternoon.
Twilight Sparkle

By then, I had instinctively counted up at least three hundred bits in the bag. Canterlot golden bits with princess Celestia's head on both sides...

To be continued...

Author's Note

And HE'S BACK! It's been around three months now, my dear followers, and now I'm back with new material. Sorry if this one have some errors in (implying I know there are most likely errors) but I really wanted to get this out before I likewise could have skipped it all.

From now on, one update every week! Why? Because you guys... it's all thanks to you. Thank you all for the heart mauling messages and tear cutting requests. It gave me the energy and courage to not pretend like this was all just a temporary thing I did just for the shits and giggles. Aw, hell naw! We are going on, heading over to Ponyville's Lusts first things first tomorrow! And remember: give me comments so I know if I'm doing right or wrong.

And now for the first time during these three months.

Brohoof on ya all!