Wet Pony Dreams

by Fuzzyfurvert

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Princess Luna, Sex
Length: 6344

Twilight keeps a dream diary

Warning: Clop awaits you within!

Twilight Sparkle has been having some very vivid dreams lately. She decides to keep a dream diary.

Trigger Warning: Hornjob/Magical Snowballing/Time Traveling Threesomes

(These are some of the dreams Twilight mentioned having before the start of Pony Dreams. Reading either one is not required to understand anything that goes on, but I'd appreciate it if you read Pony Dreams too!)

Published 2013-03-25 22:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-29 05:29:24 UTC

Magical

Wet Pony Dreams:

Magical

Dear Diary,

I feel that I should first state my purpose in keeping this record. As of late, I have been experiencing strange and vivid dreams that wake me from otherwise restful and peaceful sleep. I wake feeling flush and out of breath, often sweaty with my bed a wreck from tossing and turning and possibly from unconscious thumatic discharge. Spike has complained that I’ve woken him up with what he refers to as ‘a lot of moanin’ and groanin’’.

Speaking of Spike: If you are reading this, know that I have enchanted this book and will be immediately aware should you continue past this paragraph! If you continue to read this I will suspend your gem allowance and no longer allow you to help Rarity out at her shop until further notice! If you are not Spike; please stop reading anyway.

That out of the way, I feel I must note that the ‘dream diary’ idea actually came from Rarity and Fluttershy. I joined them at the spa shortly after these dreams started and Rarity noticed my frazzled state immediately. Though I kept the details to myself, I did mention my poor sleep and the reaction I had to the dreams. Rarity suggested writing them down in a journal so that I could puzzle over them and tease out any meaning they may have and try to identify a root cause. Fluttershy pointed out that the best way to overcome something you are afraid of is to understand it.

While this was surprisingly good advice, I have to clarify here, that the dreams are not nightmares. They are vivid, intense and intensely embarrassing sex dreams. These dreams are more ‘real’ than any I can ever recall having before. Unlike most dreams I remember, I experience these differently. It is somewhat like playing an active part in a play that I am simultaneously watching from the audience.

To give as full an account as I can, I intend to transcribe the audience’s POV while interjecting my thoughts as I recall them and interspacing current commentary as it strikes me. Though it is not the first of these dreams I’ve had, let me begin this record with last night’s:

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The old dorm room was just as she remembered it. Mismatched, second-hoof furniture was sparsely spaced out in the single room area. It was clean, but far from what she now considered ‘organized’. Loose leaf paper and scrolls covered every available surface and much of the floor as well. It was stacked haphazardly, where the stacks hadn’t become collapsed piles in her absence. The only real concessions to organization in the room, where the walk paths that broke the paperwork up by subject and the small cleared spaces where she would sleep or cook, respectively.

Twilight groaned as she looked over the mess. The notes she needed for the final were located somewhere in the various reams of paper. For the life of her though, she couldn’t remember where. Normally, she lived in the northeast tower on the far side of Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns with Spike. Her official dorm room however, she only used as storage, or to sleep in when the pegasi decided that Canterlot needed a late evening downpour.

(I have just started and already I feel weird writing about myself in third pony perspective! Additionally, I should point out that my dorm room was never as disorganized as this dream sequence would make it seem. If my Cutie Mark didn’t say otherwise, than organization would be my special talent.)

She trotted gingerly past the math scratch sheets and the piles of language comprehension footnotes, pausing briefly to straighten a chemistry notebook that was threatening to collapse a jinga-style stack of scrolls. As she reached the corner of the room where the small nook-sized kitchen was located, Twilight stopped and surveyed a pile of magical theorem paperwork. Using her magic, she held the top part of the stack and leaned in carefully to grip a yellowed piece of paper in her teeth. Watchful of her horn, Twilight slid the yellow paper out and then switched up her magical grip to lift it up so she could scan the text on it. Seeing it was the section she had been searching for, Twilight squealed and danced happily in place while trying to not knock anything over.

(I have been made aware of my sometimes ‘adorkable’ behavior. Even for me this is a bit much, right? Further, I’ve never misplaced important notes like that!)

The mare moved over to her kitchen counter and nosed an empty coffee pot out of the way, so that she had enough room to lay the page down reasonably flat. She spared the pot a second glance, nibbling at an errant strand of mane in thought. She shook her head after a moment and looked back at her notes when there was a gentle rapping at the dorm room door.

(In real life this happened to me far more than was truly acceptable while I was studying at CSGU. You know when you’re just about to get started on something, and then suddenly some pony wants your attention for something unimportant and menial? Story of my early life. Come to think of it, it still is. I just mind it less these days, I suppose.)

“Come in! Sorry about the mess, but I have a test to study up for, for Professor Lu—“ Twilight caught herself as the door swung open halfway and the afore mentioned Professor stuck her head in. “Oh! Professor Luna, what brings you here? I was just getting started at looking over my notes again.”

Professor Luna pushed the door open all the way and stepped inside, smiling gently at Twilight before straightening her reading glasses. She was dressed for class room lecturing with her starry field hair piled on top of her head somehow in a complicated bun. Her bright aquamarine eyes practically twinkled as she reached into her side satchel with her wing tip and drew out a leather bound tome. “We hath figured as much, young lady. Here, We hast brought our prize student another grimoire of antiquities and mystery to devour. However, We must warn you Twilight, the test to come is only partly covered by the actual mechanical application of magic. The rest is about how it impacts the user. How ye feel when you work the arcane is just as important as the working itself.”

(Of course, Princess Luna was never at CSGU while I was an actual student there. I graduated from there four years before my move to Ponyville. I should also point out that Luna, in my dream, was somewhat older looking than she is currently and I think, slightly taller than she actually is. I’m also fairly certain she has no need to wear glasses of any sort. Her over all attire is somewhat disturbing, as it reminds me of a professor I did actually have while at CSGU.)

Twilight nodded and reached out with her telekinetic grip to take the book. She pulled it over to herself as Professor Luna closed the door and started to walk carefully through the piles of paperwork. She turned the book over, examining the binding and the detailed filigree around the title.

“Sapphic Secrets: A by Mares for Mares Guide to the Enchanting World of Enchantments?” Twilight grinned happily. “Oh, Professor! Thank you! I’ve always wanted to read this! It should be insightful!”

(There is no such book. I’ve checked, twice now.)

“Do be careful with it, Twilight. Tis a first edition.”

(EDIT: I checked a third time. Found it in the Adult Fiction section. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ENCHANTING SAPPHIRES!)

Twilight’s eyes widened as she continued to examine the tome, her lips forming a silent ‘Oh’. She then set it aside and turned to look at her Professor. “Thank you again, Professor Luna. But you didn’t have to come all the way here just to give me that. I would have happily picked up after the test in class tomorrow.”

Professor Luna smiled as she tilted her head slightly. “It is no problem, Twilight. Our visit is dual purpose. We wanted to deliver the book, as well as speak to ye about the test tomorrow. We hast no doubt that ye will past the application portion with flying colors. However, it has been our observation that ye always seem to cast spells in a detached manner. That is helpful when working complex tasks, but We feel that ye are losing some of the deeper insights of the process. By not losing yourself in the ebb and flow of the power, ye cannot fully understand it.”

Twilight frowned. “But how am I supposed to do that? If I give up control in order to sense the thumatic flow, wouldn’t the spell or channeling go wild?”

(A sound question that is, sadly, not answered. Though I believe if it were to be answered, I would find the packaging that it is presented in by the dream highly suspect.)

Luna licked her lips, her eyes traveling over Twilight’s form. They focused on her horn first, taking in the minute detail of every curve, edge and point, the mass of it and the texture. Then she turned her focus to the cutie mark on Twilight’s flank, drinking in the details right down to the concept of what it meant. Her gaze was like the lightest touch to Twilight, making her shift slightly and draw in a small gasp of breath.

(These were my thoughts in-dream. I do not know why I was thinking this. Luna was merely looking at me, although in a seductive fashion. Perhaps this was my subconscious mind trying to assuage my ego? I’m not sure why I would want Luna to think of me as attractive. I’ve been told I have a cute flank before, but this feels like it goes beyond a simple physical attraction.)

“Professor?”

“Relax, Twilight. We was just thinking that ye could do with a new lesson in feeling the magic flow through you. Ye need to be sensitive to its touch if ye truly wish to master it.” Luna glided closer to the younger filly soundlessly and lifted Twilight’s jaw with one delicate hoof. “Would ye like us to teach you? Tease out a greater understanding from inside ye?”

“Oh yes, please. I want nothing more than to learn.”

(As I write this down, the more and more that our dialogue sounds like something found in a cheap dime-store tawdry novella. Sadly, I feel that if I could, I would reward my libido for coming up with this situation. It would probably work on me in real life.)

“Good.” Luna smiled and leaned forward to give the tip of Twilight’s horn the gentlest of licks. Her tongue was both softer and warmer than anything Twilight could remember touching her there before and it felt beyond wonderful.

“We desire ye to just relax and focus on the feelings, Twilight.” She pushed out her tongue again and made it tense and licked her horn tip again with more force. It made Twilight sway a bit from the pressure as much as the pleasure. “Just feel with your horn. Tis a sensitive organ and it needs to be treated right for the best results.”

Twilight sputtered, eyes threatening to roll back up. She had never felt anything like this before. A small part of her mind registered that she was getting her first hornjob and filed that fact away as the rest of her faculties wrestled with the overwhelming sensations being shot directly into her brain. She was finding that standing was becoming increasing taxing as Professor Luna’s tongue became soft and cradled half of her length in its warm folds.

(For clarification: I have never experienced a hornjob, nor given one. I was raised to be a proper lady, no matter what anypony may say otherwise. Especially if that anypony is Rainbow Dash.)

“Uhhh… um, Professor? Shouldn’t I be sitting down? I-it’s getting hard to focus and stand…”

Luna pulled her tongue away and Twilight suddenly felt like kicking herself for speaking up. That small, detached part of her mind fetched up the images she had seen before of hornjobs, throwing them up before her mind’s eye.

(I have read several… scandalous publications before, mostly for the articles. Proper lady does not equal prude, Rainbow Dash!)

“If I were sitting, then you won’t have to stress your… um, neck to reach?”

“That is very thoughtful of you, Twilight!” Luna clapped her hooves together happily. “Get comfortable and we shall continue!”

Twilight dropped her tail end to the floor and sighed as the stress in her legs eased. She looked up at the taller mare and gave her a tiny smile before lowering her head to present her horn. “I… think I’m r-ready when you are Professor.”

Luna lowered her head again and this time she placed a tender kiss on Twilight’s forehead, just below the base of her horn before dragging her hot tongue slowly up along its length. Twilight groaned, letting her eyes close. Luna’s tongue slide up and down the underside of her horn for a moment, and then she withdrew it up to the tip and then plunged down with her mouth wide, engulfing Twilight’s horn from point to base in one swift movement. If her tongue had been beyond wonderful, Luna’s mouth was beyond description. The small detached portion of Twilight’s mind made a small note to self that she really liked this before getting overwhelmed by the sensation.

Twilight shuddered and moaned loudly. Luna’s tongue was still licking, gripping and pulling at her and her mouth was a hot and moist heaven. Then the suction started. Her eyes snapped wide, staring at the floor in front of her. Her mouth fell agape as she made little choking noises, her lungs momentarily stilled by the sensation. Professor Luna pulled back slowly, running her lips over the spiral ridge of Twilight’s horn until she reached the tip. There, Luna paused for a breath before dragging her mouth down the underside all the way to the base. She repeated herself, slow tongue glide up, whole mouth down, suck to the tip. Each time she did the suction grew stronger, her mouth never breaking contact with Twilight.

(If anypony—or Spike—is reading this: ignore the hoofprint staining on these next few pages. I spilled some tea and touched the paper before drying them off. Don’t get the wrong idea. Also: STOP READING MY DIARY!)

Twilight drew a ragged breath and squeezed her eyes closed. With each repetition, she could feel a pressure building in her mind. It was almost like the onset of a headache, except infinitely better. Professor Luna was drawing out her magic potential somehow. It was like channeling raw, unstructured mana. Not the casting of a spell, or sustaining an enchantment, but simple potential power. And, Twilight could feel, there was quite a lot of it. There was some sort of block in the way, but she could feel it was soon to give.

She tried to focus, keep her thoughts together and learn what she was being shown. She had always known that a great deal of power lurked within her. Twilight had even successfully tapped that wellspring on occasion, performing magical feats far beyond a pony of her years and experience level. Under Professor Luna’s direct tutelage, she had progressed quickly in learning to control that skill with finesse. But now she was about to break through to a new level.

Professor Luna seemed to sense it as well, and started to bob her head up and down steadily, keeping Twilight’s throbbing horn in her mouth. Luna’s tongue caressed her and her teeth gently brushed over the raised areas, adding a new layer to the complex sensations the organ was experiencing. The detached part of Twilight’s consciousness noted that it was a good thing she was already sitting down.

It felt like a lightning bolt was shot from her horn down her spine to her tail and rebounded, gathering all of the magical potential in her along the way. All of that power released at once; Twilight’s pupils vanished into the white glow of her eyes and her entire body was surrounded by her magenta colored aura as her magic exploded out through her horn and into Professor Luna’s mouth. Luna held herself still, her cheeks puffing out as her mouth was filled. Distantly, Twilight could hear the Professor’s throat working as she swallowed some of the fresh, raw mana. The first wave was followed by a second and then a third as more and more mana shot out of Twilight’s horn. The excess that Professor Luna couldn’t swallow or hold spilled around the edges of her lips. Dense, shapeless globules of magic splattered over her muzzle and Twilight’s mane, sticking to them with ropey tendrils before fizzling and fading away after a moment.

When it finally subsided, the glow in Twilight’s eyes began to fade and her aura dissipated. Her legs felt weak and rubbery. She raised her head unsteadily when she heard Professor Luna withdraw off her horn with a ‘pop’ noise. Luna glowed with the power she had swallowed, but her mouth was still full. As she looked up, Luna leaned down and kissed her lips, feeding the magic back to Twilight. She couldn’t breathe and started to pull away until Luna put one hoof on her shoulder and gently held her. The kiss and feeding sent power back into the spent unicorn, though it did nothing for the trembling in her knees. Twilight swallowed as rapidly as she could, while her own tongue dueled numbly with Luna’s.

It lasted only for a few seconds before Professor Luna pulled away, her foreleg and hoof still buried in Twilight’s mane. She smiled sweetly. “Well, our student? Did ye learn anything? Do ye know what it feels like to channel great amounts of magic through your delicate—and might We add, delicious—horn?”

Twilight nodded mutely, licking her lips clean. She groaned and moved to stand, but her legs only shook more.

“Take it easy, Twilight. There is no rush. The first time is always a bit… mind-blowing.” Luna’s turquoise eyes sparkled. “Keep focusing on the feelings and sensations ye experienced. We expect that our most gifted student will present a full report and ace the test. Won’t you, my dear?”

“Y-yes. I’ll be sure… to give you a full report, Professor!”

“Good! And after ye have done just that, We wouldest like you to give us a personal, physical demonstration. In our office.” Professor Luna stepped back and let Twilight gently slump to the floor in an exhausted puddle.

Twilight strained to hold her head up, feeling far sleepier than she ever had before except after multiple days of cram studying. She looked up at Professor Luna’s sizeable horn and blushed. “Y-yes ma’am!”

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I admit that feeling sleepy in a dream before waking up is odd in and of itself. Everything in the dream just poses questions for me that I don’t know if I can find the answers for. On a base level, I suppose I was merely feeling lonely and my subconscious created a scenario based on that. However, why that particular scenario? Why Luna and not some other pony, or a stallion for that matter? And why, after I awoke, did I feel the overwhelming need to satisfy myself?

On that note: remember to refill the water basin in the bathroom. I don’t want Spike to notice the sudden uptick in late night showers I’ve been taking.

I hope this is the last of these dreams. I need my sleep to be uninterrupted. But, with dreams like this, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to that kind of interruption.

Unicorn

Wet Pony Dreams:

Unicorn

Dear diary,

According to the little red x’s on the calendar above my bedroom desk, it has been eleven days—or, more correctly, nights—since my previous entry into this dream diary. I apologize to my future self for the shakiness of my penmanship and any water damage that may occur during the authoring of this entry. As I am sure she (myself) will recall, after the dream ended I retired to the shower downstairs and used the water, as well as my recreational tool, to settle my nervous energy. Of which, it seems, I had in abundance.

I find myself once more thankful for both the discrete delivery of the tool and invaluable advice I was given at The Crop in Canterlot on keeping its existence a secret. I believe that without it, my hooves would thus be put to the labor of pleasure. While that isn’t a distressing task, given the workload my wrists bare on a usual day to day basis…

I’m rambling. I feel so shaken I cannot even focus enough to write my thoughts onto parchment succinctly. The reaction my body is having to these dreams is as frightening as it is interesting. The implications are disturbing. I am a grown mare, if still young, with a lot of experience under my belt. I am a national heroine for Celestia’s sake! Why am I suddenly questioning my own sexuality and sanity? I admit it has been a long time, but can these dreams truly be a mere manifestation of the need to copulate? I have never been this frustrated as I have after waking from these dreams!

I have checked myself and the library again for any magical influence that might be causing the dreams. I have checked for curses, hexes, spells, enchantments and even hauntings. So far all tests return a negative result. I myself remain the single source of active magic in the area. I have even started covertly questioning my friends to see if they are likewise experiencing any strange dreams or thoughts. No pony else seems to be experiencing anything remotely similar. Spike has even reported that he hasn’t been awoken by my nocturnal vocalizations in ‘some time now’.

Speaking of which—Spike, you are still not allowed to read this journal! Put it back where you got it and stop going through my private affects! It is still enchanted and my threat in the last entry was not idle.

I will continue to puzzle over the cause of these dreams. For now, I feel that I would rather not return to sleep just yet. As with the last dream, I again experienced it by watching it from an outside perspective while also playing an active role in the events of the dream. Other similarities include the ponies present (myself and Princess Luna) and the theme (overly sexual) as well as the dialogue (stilted and more suited to the insides of a blush inducing tawdry paperback). A notable difference with this dream was the lack of preamble. The action started right away without any build up or role play.

In order to limit any possible confusion for my future self, I will inscribe this entry in the same format as the previous: I will transcribe the events of my dream from the POV of the audience and break up the narrative with my thoughts and observations as I see fit.

Spike, I’m serious! Do not read any of this! I will know if you do! If you are not Spike—besides myself, of course—please do not read this either.

Twilight’s personal bedchamber at the Ponyville Golden Oaks library was lit only by her small bed side lamp and the moonlight streaming in from the window. The room was as casually tidy as always. The only area of disarray was the bed, with blankets and sheets twisted and bunched together into a soft nest for its panting occupants.

(My bed - in this dream - is far too large. The way it appears here, I could have all my friends over for a sleepover and still have elbow room. Hmmm...now that I re-read my notes, that statement seems an ill choice of words.)

Princess Luna arched her back with her fore hooves pressed against the headboard for purchase while her wings strained into the plush mattress. She sucked in breath with a hiss as she bit her lip. “Twilight! Pl…please, stop! We beg you! This t-teasing is too m-much!”

Twilight’s only response was a muffled giggle as she pressed her muzzle deeper into the crease between Luna’s thighs.

(Am I supposed to be aroused or grossed out by this? I cannot decide. Additionally, as I think about it now, I can’t help but wonder how the reality compares to my imagination. Is that gross?)

“Twilight!” Luna forced her eyes open as her body relaxed slightly, having crested the wave of sensations the unicorn was creating within her. “W-We appreciate the extra t-time you are taking to teach Us… this lesson in ‘floor play’…”

Twilight Sparkle lifted her chin and licked her already soaked snout. “The term is ’foreplay’, your Highness.”

(Yes, I would correct a pony’s speech in the midst of coitus. I’m not even kidding.)

“Oh?” Luna blinked, “Thank you for clarifying that. However, must We draw you a map? Your tongue and lips have been o’er every crest and valley betwixt Our tail and navel except where dwells Our greatest pleasure!”

“I’m getting there.” Twilight smiled and lowered her head to gently kiss the inside of Luna’s thigh before she looked back up. “Besides, you’ve already cum twice—“

“Thrice.”

(Oddly, having it thrown back at me is kind of arousing. Uhg, Celestia Above, I am such a weirdo.)

“Hehe… three times already. Foreplay is all about the buildup to a greater payoff. When I do get to your special little button it will make the three you’ve already had seem weak in comparison.”

(As if I would know. I’m not inexperienced, but I not that experienced with foreplay either. The last time was more than a year ago and it lasted all of ten awkward minutes. I have to give my imagination credit for casting me as pretty hot to trot between the sheets. Now if it were only the truth...)

Luna’s head fell back into the piled up sheets with a low moan. “That remains to be seen. Er… felt.” She giggled and looked back at Twilight. “We shall return this teasing back to you two-fold strong, young unicorn! So says the Princess of the Night!”

Twilight grinned and kissed Luna’s lips softly, her tone mock-serious. “I look forward to it, Your Highness.”

Twilight lowered her snout again and ran her tongue over Luna’s sex, lapping up the Princess’ juices. Luna moaned louder and turned her head to bite down on the comforter. As Luna’s back started to arch again, there was a bright flash of light from under the door that led to the main library chamber. It repeated itself rapidly for a couple of seconds before there was a muffled ‘ka-thum’ noise.

“What in the hay was that?” Twilight lifted herself up, looking at her bedroom door.

Outside, there came the sound of hooves on the stairs a moment before the door burst open, revealing a tall alicorn silhouette. “HAHA! DID WE NOT SAY THE TEASING SHALT BE DOUBLED?!”

Twilight’s jaw dropped. She blinked as a second Luna struck a dramatic pose before gliding into the room. This second Luna had her starry mane pulled back into a high-set ponytail and was wearing a pair of goggles with ruby lenses. She was also wearing a black leather full body suit that covered everything but her head.

(Why...why is Princess Luna wearing this stupid getup? She appears from the supposed near future and is dressed like an idiot. My imagination is sometimes lacking but this is just silly.)

“Ah yes! That look of surprise is a pleasure to Our sense of justice.” The newcomer inhaled deeply through her nose and grinned. “As you may have surmised, We are from the future and have returned to exact Our revenge! A pony should not tease a goddess and expect to get away with it!”

Twilight looked back and forth between the two Lunas. The one on the bed shared her startled look. “Luna, when did you learn Star Swirl’s Time Jaunt spell?”

Luna shrugged and raised an eyebrow at her doppelganger. “We are unfamiliar—“

“We shall learn it in a fortnight just for this occasion! We have even made a few minor adjustments to increase the duration of the temporal displacement!” Luna giggled and pulled off her goggles with a flick of magical force. “Past self! Where does the count of orgasms currently stand?”

“We have received three from the attentions heaped upon Us by young Twilight.” Luna sat up in the bed and frowned on mock sadness at her future self. “As learned as she may be, Twilight has failed to prove she knows where Our clitoris lies!”

Luna turned her shark-like smile onto Twilight as the unicorn started to inch away from the twin alicorns. “Methinks it is time for a lesson in feminine anatomy!”

(I HAVE MY OWN! OF COURSE I KNOW WHERE THE CLITORIS IS!)

Twilight moved to hop off the bed when she felt a strong grip on her mane draw her up short. The hold wasn’t painful but insistent. Twilight grimaced and yelped as another aura gripped her tail near the base and rotated her back towards the waiting goddesses.

“Um, Luna… Lunas? Y-you don’t actually have to repay me in kind, you know?” Twilight giggled nervously. “N-not that I-I mind you wanting to make sure my needs are met, but tonight was just supposed to be for you. A-and be-besides! Six orgasms in a night is a tall order, even for somepony as powerful as you!”

The magical telekinesis held her firm and set Twilight gently on the bed, facing Luna once more. The Princess before her smiled and the force holding Twilight’s mane pushed her head towards Luna’s glistening marehood. Luna groaned hungrily and spread her folds with her hoof, flashing Twilight with her shiny pinkness before running her hoof to the top of her pussy and circling the engorged nub of flesh there.

(Even though she will never read a word of this: See Rainbow Dash? I am NOT a prude! And, should she somehow read this and survive the enchantments I’ve put into it, sorry. Still, not a prude.)

“This. This is what We have wished you to lick all evening. Right here, Twilight. We need it so much! It aches; We ache for your mouth, your hoof, your magic! We care not which at this time, just save Us from this glorious discomfort!”

The Luna behind Twilight unzipped her body suit and stepped out of it, leaving it in a pile on the floor. She licked her lips as she moved up close to Twilight, the motion drawing the unicorn’s attention to the set of straps buckled around her hips and the long toy bobbing obscenely underneath her barrel.

(I swear I have not been pursuing the catalogue that came along with my recreational tool. Especially not pages 32, 38 and 76.)

“While you see to giving Our past self that promised oral stimulation, We shall tend to you, young Twilight, and make certain your passage is ready for Our royal scepter.” Luna smirked. “Before the sun rises, We shall see you fully impaled upon it and begging Us for more!”

Twilight hesitated, her mouth inches away from Luna’s puffy lips. Her eyes shifted from one Luna to the other, and she glanced nervously at the strap-on. “Um… ok, Luna. Er… I guess I mean… ok, Mistress. Just go gentle, ok?”

(And now I have to wonder about how I feel about domination, too? Do I like that? Do I like being told what to do by a pony who I see as an authority figure? Who likes that sort of thing?

After some thought on the subject, I can certainly see a pattern of behavior in myself that falls along these lines. Is it such a stretch to see myself responding to it in a sexual situation?

Oh Faust, what if it was Princess Celestia in my dreams?)

Twilight sighed and relaxed and raised her tail just a bit as the second Luna turned and moved behind her. She eased forward slightly and pressed her muzzle into Luna’s pussy, inhaling the scent of the Night Princess to savor it. Twilight could feel her own juices dripping again in anticipation and she growled low in her throat. She looked up the body of the Luna in front of her, into those strikingly teal eyes, and planted an affectionate peck right on the Princess’ clit. Twilight then sucked the little nub into her mouth hard, grazing her teeth against it as gently as she could.

Luna gasped at the kiss and then screamed in time with the suction. Her back arched again as her wings tried to lift her off the bed. Her body gushed with a shudder that shook the alicorn to her core. He legs trembled as her body was wracked by the sudden and powerful orgasm. “G-god-dess...that...uunnfff!”

Twilight didn’t let up, her tongue lashed Luna’s clit as she sucked it in and out of her mouth and over her teeth. Her chin was soaked and her fur tacky so it stuck out at odd angles. Twilight ground her chin into Luna’s labia and against her entrance so that the whole of the princess’ sex was being worked over.

(I am still unsure of my feelings on being shown my own supposed talents at oral pleasure. I guess...go me?)

“Ha! We still remember that one, your skills with a mare are to be commended! In fact,” Future Luna chuckled as brushed Twilight’s tail aside, “We believe We shall have a special medal minted just for you, pet.”

Future Luna giggled to herself as she made Twilight stiffen and gasp when she forcibly pressed her snout in against Twilight’s moist slit. Future Luna could smell as much as feel the heat coming off Twilight. The purple lips opened for her and the wet pink interior quivered at Luna’s intrusion. Future Luna buried her tongue as deeply as she could reach and sealed her lips against Twilight’s and ravished the unicorn in tandem with the attention her past self was enjoying.

Twilight shook and the muscles along her barrel clenched in a painfully pleasant way as she fought to keep still and press as much of her muzzle into the Luna in front of her. The Princess’ body continued to shudder under her mouth as Twilight’s tongue lapped up her juices greedily. She opened her mouth wide to graze her teeth lightly over the whole of Luna’s sex until her lips locked again on the sensitive nub of flesh on top.

Luna arched her back again as Twilight started sucking. “Nnngghh...number five approaches with haste!”

Future Luna redoubled her efforts, her tongue drilling as deep as she could reach before slathering over Twilight’s g-spot. Twilight continued to quiver and shake under the assault, her walls relaxed and moist. Future Luna breathed in the heady scent for a moment before she finally pulled away with a wet pop.

“We believe you are ready, Twilight. Just relax while we introduce you to Our royal sceptre.” Future Luna giggled and moved herself into position and mounting Twilight. Her magic guided the toy strapped to her hips into it’s new home. The invader worked a deep-throated moan from the unicorn as it slipped past her lips...

...it keeps up like that for quite a while and frankly, I find myself too tired to continue writing it to completion.

This raises more questions for me. Why Luna (again)? Why these contrived situations? Am I a closet lesbian? I can admit that some mares are quite attractive, but my previous fantasies - which were much less detailed - all starred stallions! I dreamt about the taste and smell of another female’s private anatomy and...I feel no revulsion? Am I supposed to? I...I do not know, honestly.

Do I like mares? Am I attracted to other females? How would I even test for that?

I must admit that a part of me wants to ask Princess Celestia about this. I think Princess Luna, being the Night Princess, might be the better source to tap about dreams, but given her starring role in these, I think I will keep my thoughts to myself for now. I would ask my friends, but I do not think they would offer much aid in this situation.

I will conduct a thorough search in the morning, assuming I can get back to sleep, and see what books the library has on the subject of dreams and mental fixation. Sexuality would be a good subject to look into as well.

Note to self: send Spike out to market or something before getting started. I don’t need that stress on top of everything else.

But what do I take from this experience? If I am not enchanted or cursed, then what is causing this? Why am I thinking about Princess Luna like this? Why do I feel tingly ‘down there’ when I do think about her? Why must I masturbate with almost wild abandon after each such dream?

How can I still have no answers?

And yet...if I am honest with no pony save myself, I must admit that I like these dreams in a small way. They are a disturbing occurrence, but they are novel and so far, non-harmful. If I felt the energy to test for the data, I have reason to believe it is giving me a good cardiovascular workout too.

I am starting to yawn. Let us see if I can return to sleep and have normal dreams. If not, I may be writing another diary entry soon.