"Art thou nervous?"

'Nervous? She asks.' Nervous is what a person gets before final exams, or a big job interview, or a public speaking engagement.

Princess Luna reclined lazily in an oversized chaise lounge sipping wine from a glass suspended in her magic. Standing up, she would have been just over seven feet tall. The way she laid back, every inch of her naked glory was on display. From the darkness surrounding the crescent moon on her hip all the way up to her goddess-grade gazongas, there wasn't a single flaw to be found. One wing draped over the back of the sofa while the other reserved a spot next to her, a spot clearly intended for me.

What really got my attention were her eyes. As soon as my gaze met hers, I froze. I'd never seen a look like that before. Normal bedroom eyes simply couldn't elicit the thoughts stirring in my mind. Without saying a word, the night Princess promised to fulfill all my wildest fantasies and then go on to invent new ones I never knew I had simply because I lacked the imagination to come up with them.

And there I stood, just inside the door like a shmuck, staring at a woman who could make the most celebrated centerfold starlets shrink away in shame. I wasn't especially well-endowed, nor was I as physically fit as I could have been. Would I even be capable of satisfying her? Would I have the stamina to keep pace with her libido?

'I'm in the bedroom of a woman so far out of my league that even my dreams wouldn't be so presumptuous, and she asks if I'm nervous.'

My eyes couldn't help but follow as Luna ran her fingers enticingly along the features of her body. I tried to imagine what her amazing figure might feel like in my hands. She started at her womanhood and traced the curve of her hips before weaving back up her flat stomach just below her big, beautiful breasts. Cupping one in her hand, she gave it a squeeze before gesturing with her finger, inviting me to join in.

"Come hither, Bill. I desire to know thee," she said with a seductive smile, not breaking eye contact. I didn't need to ask if she meant it. Once again, her piercing gaze conveyed a sense of absolute certainty that words alone could never carry.

I only just managed to avoid soiling myself as I made my way over on autopilot. My progress was slow because my knees had turned to jelly, and my mind was racing at a mile a minute. I had an inkling that I would end up in bed with at least one of the two big Princesses sooner or later, but I never really prepared myself mentally for when it would actually happen.

I was vaguely aware of my shirt buttons undoing themselves with magical assistance from the dark blue Princess. I shifted my shoulders, allowing my shirt to fly away after the last button detached. My shoes and socks nearly tripped me when they rooted themselves in place, forcing me to step out of them. When I felt the tightness in my pants slacken, I stopped to let the last of my cloth burden fall away before stepping out of it. I could feel the ambient chill of the room on my skin, but my goal was just a few steps away. Luna's body heat would more than make up for the warmth I'd lost with my clothes.

I settled into my spot and snuggled up as the Princess wrapped her wing around me and pulled me in close. She welcomed me into her embrace with a passionate kiss, and I lovingly caressed her body with my free hand, making sure to take in everything within reach.

"I am pleased that thou hast accepted my invitation," Luna said, breaking our kiss. Gently taking hold of my trembling hand, she continued, "But there is no need to feign a lack of apprehension. We have all day."

"Uh, okay," I replied, more than a little flustered. I kept trying to fight back the jitters as Luna held me close. I took deep breaths, attempting to match my breathing rhythm to the rise and fall of the royal rack. We cuddled quietly for a moment while I collected myself.

"Luna?" I asked once I'd calmed down a bit.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you using, 'thou?' When did you start doing that?"

"I would inquire when everypony else stopped," Luna answered. "They all speak so formally now. Dost thou think it impertinent that I speak intimately for an intimate occasion?"

"No," I sighed softly, snuggling into her soft shoulder. "I was just curious."

I wasn't much for pillow talk, but the Princess didn't seem to mind. We cuddled quietly as I slowly relaxed. Luna's steady breathing and the light tickle of her fur against my skin helped immensely. At least my pounding heart no longer felt like it would burst out of my chest.

I'd nearly fallen asleep in fuzzy funbag felicity when Luna spoke up again. "Shall we bathe together now? It is customary for first-time lovers to share a bath, to explore each other's bodies as they prepare for congress."

I couldn't shake the sense of deja vu. "Didn't we already take a bath together be..."

Luna simply looked at me with an enigmatic smile as I trailed off. Rather than try to analyze it, I got up with her and followed her into the bath.

"So... does this make us lovers now?" I asked, Luna's silence on our way into the royal bath had been deafening.

"Is it thy desire that we be lovers?" Her smile remained unchanged. She was enjoying this.

I stopped at the steps leading into the water as Luna went ahead. I'd just walked into a terrifying trap. How the hell was I supposed to answer that? Of course I wanted what she had to offer, but I wouldn't go as far as using the term, 'lovers.' But if I said I didn't want that, would she throw me out?

"Relax," Luna finally commanded once I'd stewed for long enough. She stood waist-deep in the water looking back at me over her shoulder, still with that benevolent smile. "I have summoned thee to partake of thy remaining magic. As well, I would be remiss to pass up an opportunity with the first visitor of a new species. However, thou mayest excuse thyself if this is not acceptable."

'Stop asking questions, you stupid idiot, and get over there before you blow it.'

By the time I got over to her, Luna had knelt down, submerging herself in the warm bath. Next to her floated a tray of various soaps, shampoos, and other appropriate implements of hygiene. Among them, I recognized the brush I'd used to preen her wings before.

"Should I start doing your wings like last time?" I asked, picking up the brush and feeling hopelessly out of my depth.

"That shant be necessary." The Princess magically plucked the brush out of my grasp and replaced it with a bottle of shampoo. "I would have thee wash my back."

Luna stood up to her full height as she went to work on her wings, making me reach up to get her neck and shoulders. At least she helpfully pulled her hair out of the way, letting it fall around front over one shoulder.

What didn't help, though, was her tail. Whether by design or coincidence, the silken hairs drifted freely in the water brushing against and gently caressing mini Bill like thousands of tiny, but eager, tongues. If I wasn't careful, I'd have a happy accident of my very own. Luna would probably find no end of amusement at that. She might even give me a sympathetic look, complete with a knowing smile.

I tried moving side to side to avoid getting finished off so soon, but that damn tail kept following me. If Luna wasn't doing it on purpose, she wasn't making it easy on me either. She certainly wasn't paying me any mind as she hummed a tune to herself, scrubbing her outstretched wings without a care in the world.

Finishing up, I started massaging Luna's butt just under the water's surface. She had a nice butt, tight and firm with just the right amount of squish that I could get a nice handful and really work it with my fingers. If it hadn't been underwater, I imagined, it would bounce nicely when smacked.

"Art thou finished?" Luna inquired from the other side of her wings.

I barely had time to say, "Yes," before she quickly turned, sweeping a wing over my head.

"Good," she declared. "Now, I shall wash thee as thou hast never been washed before." Luna had been busy while I was scrubbing her back. She'd taken the liberty of lavishing her luscious lady lumps in luxurious lather. Soapy suds streamed from her sensational snuggle sacks and soaked her stomach like a sponge.

Luna gripped me by the shoulders and forcibly turned me around. Her enthusiasm didn't stop with the full-frontal frothy fun fest that was her whole body rubbing against mine like a giant bath sponge. She tickled too, with gusto. I splashed around helplessly, much to her amusement, before she picked me up bodily and leaned back into the water. I thought she was going to pull me under, but I soon realized we were floating. I laid backward on top of her, and her wings spread out across the water, supporting both of us. I tried to roll over so I could wash my front, but her lathered up fur was too slippery for me to stay on top.

"I am not built of twigs and tissue," the Princess helpfully advised. "A lightweight such as thee will not break my wings."

No one had ever called me a lightweight before, and I felt kinda silly for thinking I couldn't use her wings to steady myself. Before long, I was laying prone on top of her with my legs around her waist. I squeezed her boobs together as a place to rest my chin and gazed into her deep turquoise eyes as she smiled up at me.

Not content to let me rest and take in the glory of her gorgeous gazongas, Luna lifted me up close enough for sensual smooching satisfaction. We took turns tasting each other's teeth for a time, but Luna had her own objectives in mind.

"Thou hast neglected thy most important area," she said, wedging a hand under my waist.

I sat up to release my cock from confinement, and it stood eager to receive its due attention. Bubbles burbled from between Luna's big, bountiful boobs as she held them together. I slowly slid my sausage into the slick, soapy space and met no resistance as I rhythmically rubbed my rod in her rack.

I was so close by then, that it didn't take long before I blew my load into her bosom. I hadn't meant to go off so early. I was just lost in the moment, and her tits were so warm, and wet, and slippery. It could've happened to anyone.

While I stewed in shame on my perch atop Luna, she continued squeezing and rubbing her boobs against my member, pulling out the last remnants of seed. Finally, she let out a contented sigh, apparently oblivious to my plight.

I slid off the Princess and back into the water, positioning myself between her legs, hoping to save face to at least some degree. Just because my love cannon had already fired its one shot wouldn't stop me from fingering her and eating her out until she screamed. I'd gotten quite good at it during my time in Ponyville. Three weeks of almost daily practice surely counted for something.

"That will not be necessary," Luna interrupted just as I'd begun teasing her luscious lower lips with my fingers. With a quick movement of her wings, she pulled herself away from me and plunged beneath the water's surface. I couldn't see her through the glare of the morning sunlight reflecting off the surface, but I felt her wing brush against my leg as she passed behind me.

Two soft hands caressed my shoulders from behind. The Princess surfaced a second later, brushing her generous bust up against my back. "I shall have my pleasure of thee soon enough," she whispered softly in my ear, giving it a light nibble in the process. Her warm breath across the side of my face sent my mind to places I didn't know it could go.

"But..." I stammered. I was too late. She had already gone back under.

She came up again in front of me, but only her head broke the surface. "Thou naive little human," she sighed, advancing slowly. As the gap closed, she rose from the water until our eyes met. Once again, I could only stand there, transfixed by her seductive gaze, as she took me in her arms. I was vaguely aware of my somehow still-erect manhood sandwiched between our bodies as her velvet-soft chest and stomach rubbed against my bare skin. She pressed her forehead against mine, and I felt like she was staring clear through to my soul. "Dost thou truly believe that in all the time my sister and I have lived, and after all the males of all the intelligent races that have warmed our beds, that we have not discovered ways around such a minor inconvenience? I assure thee that our fun hath merely begun."

If I'd learned anything about Princess Luna during my time in Canterlot, it was that she did nothing in half-measures. Even a kiss without the tongue was something to be drawn out and savored. A quick peck simply would not do. She held me tight and lifted me part-way out of the water as she stood up fully. I held on tightly to her neck and shoulders, partly for dear life, mostly so I wouldn't have to stop kissing her soft, tender lips. I gave a short grunt in protest when she put me back down.

"And I shall hear no more lamentations of thy performance. Had I not desired thy climax, I would not have allowed it."

We took a couple more minutes to clean ourselves off properly before exiting the bath. Luna had a neat little spell that dried her whole body in an instant. Then, she had the brilliant idea that because she was so warm and soft and fluffy in her freshly dried state, her body would make the perfect towel for drying me off. It couldn't have been more than five minutes since I came on the Princess's tits, but with her rubbing her beautiful naked self all over me, my dick was up and ready for round two.

Since it was already past Luna's usual bedtime, our next destination was the massive bed. Even though it was still morning, and I'd gotten plenty of rest on the train, I wasn't opposed to climbing back into bed, especially considering the company I'd share it with. What a bed it was, though. The thing could easily accomodate me, all the Princesses, and Twilight's friends with plenty of room to spare. An orgy of a dozen people wouldn't be out of the question. At the corners stood pillars that looked more like Greek columns than bedposts and supported a midnight blue canopy that would block out the Sun when closed.

"Shall we?" Luna whispered softly into my ear. She'd snuck up behind me while I paused to appreciate my accomodations. Her breath against my cheek and the subtle brush of boob on shoulder sent my mind racing. It wasn't performance anxiety this time. It was the onslaught of mental images of what would soon take place in that bed.

As the Princess passed me to take her place under the covers, I followed at a much slower pace, more out of instinct than conscious will. My mind wasn't entirely there, but my body knew what it wanted, and it knew where I would have to be to get it.

One of Luna's wings helpfully propped up the covers for me to slide in next to her. For what felt like hours, we lay there facing one another. Her wing wrapped around me and provided an extra layer of warmth as I absently scratched the soft down feathers at its base. My forays into pegasus bedrooms had revealed a tickle spot in the soft, meaty area around the main joint. Most of my attention had been drawn back to her eyes. I had no idea what she might have seen in mine, but in hers, I saw the kind of pleasures that only the greatest poets could adequately describe. I stared into those calm pools of deep turquoise until I couldn't take it any more and shut my own eyes.

Completely lost in the moment, I let the Princess pull me in closer until our bodies came together. I took some deep breaths to help myself relax while she ran a hand through my hair, gently caressing my head and neck. Once again she brought her forehead to rest against mine, and I could feel the solid base of her horn as well as the soft velvet texture of her face. A sudden stroke of curiosity made me wonder what it might taste like, so I opened my eyes and wriggled myself up to give it a lick. To my surprise, it was sort of like licking the terminals of a 9-volt battery, not quite painful, but not exactly pleasant either.

"Careful," Luna chided with a smirk.

"I couldn't help it," I fake-whined. "I just realized I never licked any unicorn horns, and I wanted to know what would happen."

We kissed some more before I finally slid down a little deeper under the covers and snuggled into her welcoming bosom. The last thing I remembered before dozing off was the gentle tickle of her wing still draped around my bare back, holding me close.

I found myself standing naked in an empty room with a packed dirt floor and stone walls. Despite having no windows or any other distinguishable light sources, the room seemed oddly well-lit. I paced around a bit while I took stock. The room itself wasn't very big, but it wasn't claustrophobic either, roughly the size of a bedroom in a typical house. Just as strange as the light that came from nowhere was the complete lack of a door.

"Where am I?" I inquired of the emptiness.

"In my realm," replied a mysterious voice.

I reflexively looked around to find the disembodied woman. I was pretty sure the voice was female. She almost sounded like Luna, but deeper and huskier. I spun around completely and confirmed that I was, in fact, still alone.

"Dost thou search for me? I stand behind thee," declared the voice that was almost Luna, but not quite.

I turned around again. The disembodied woman had embodied herself, and her body was something else. The jet black figure before me had to be over seven and a half feet tall, taller than Luna, roughly the same size as Celestia, and just as well endowed. The crescent Moons on her hips were surrounded in a cloud of purple rather than Luna's dark midnight blue. Her horn had gotten longer and sharper, and her wings somehow contrived to look sleeker, more streamlined. Her hair and tail had also become notably purpler and somehow seemed even less substantial as they waved in a nonexistent breeze. But again what struck me the most were her eyes. The tranquil pools had become predatory slits, not unlike a cat's eyes.

"Luna?" I asked tentatively. "Is that you?"

Dark Luna's swift haymaker put me flat on the ground before I knew what hit me, but something was off. She'd definitely put enough force in her strike to break my jaw and knock out teeth, and I'd hit the ground hard enough to scrape the skin off my exposed arm. I should have been badly injured and writhing in pain, but none of it actually hurt. It felt more like I'd been lightly swatted by a pillow, and I'd landed on a slightly firm mattress. I looked back up at the looming figure of the dark Princess, and she glared imperiously down at me.

"On thy knees, peasant!" she boomed. Her voice echoed off the walls to sound like it came from everywhere. "I will not tolerate such impertinent familiarity from my slave."

"Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted. "Can we not?"

She blinked at me, as if stunned that I would react like that, but she recovered and bid me to continue.

"I mean, I'm fine if you wanna play the big dom here. I'd just like a change of script is all. I already did the love slave bit with Fluttershy and Cadance."

"What hast thou in mind?" she asked, giving me an appraising look.

"Um, well," I hesitated. "Maybe I could be a captured leader of a rebellion to steal your throne, and you're pumping me for intelligence on our plans."

The Princess pondered my suggestion for a moment. Then she smiled wicked ly back. "I accept this role. I have a fitting punishment for such a traitorous wretch."

The evil grin stayed fixed on her face even as she helped me back to my feet. She leaned down and gently caressed the spot on my chin where she'd struck me before. We were almost face to face, and I could feel my privates standing to attention down below, waiting for what would happen next.

Without warning, she forcefully shoved me back into a padded, inclined rack that had materialized behind me. As I came to rest, straps grew out of the frame and tied my arms and legs in place.

"You won't break me that easily," I said defiantly as I tested the strength of my bindings. "I won't tell you anything."

"Who said I desired information?" Dark Luna asked rhetorically, leaning in close and letting her big black beauties bounce beguilingly before me. "I only want one thing from thee." Her wicked smile returned as she reached down and grabbed my cock, gently and slowly stroking the shaft.

"And what's that?"

"Beg." As soon as she said the word, she straddled my hips as the torture rack raised itself higher off the ground to match her imposing height.

"Never," I retorted.

"Beg," she commanded again, slightly louder. She began rubbing her pussy up and down my length, leaving a trail of warm wetness from balls to tip. I could feel her using her fingers as well to build up her own pleasure.

"I will not," I declared. What she wanted me to beg for was irrelevant. I couldn't give in so early in the act.

The Princess pushed her pitch-dark play pillows right into my face and jiggled them around as I tried to motorboat. At the same time, she finally guided my dick into her wet love hole. Her heavy hooters half-smothered me as her hips gyrated and ground against mine. I tried to hold myself back, but she was going for the kill. I could feel her slick inside walls squeezing tight as she rode my rod, building me up to climax in no time at all. My muscles tightened to herald my impending release...

...And nothing happened. I could still feel the pressure just waiting to burst forth, but it never came out. I couldn't finish. Even as the Princess persevered in playing my pleasure pipe, all i felt was more pressure building.

'Oh.'

Dark Luna seemed to have picked up on my stress, as she pulled back and flashed me a malicious grin. "I told thee. Thou must beg before I allow thy release."

Through gritted teeth, I maintained my defiance, "It'll take more than that to make me beg."

Silently accepting my challenge, the Princess resumed riding my rod with renewed resolve, rushing rapidly toward her own peak. With one final thrust, she took me in as deep as I could go, moaning and shuddering as her juices drenched my cock and dripped down my legs. My member throbbed in protest as the pressure inside continued to rise. I couldn't give in, not this early.

"If thou protest not, I shall take but a moment to indulge myself. It has been too long since I last tasted mine own pleasure." She slowly lifted herself off me. Threads of her thick, sticky cum trailed from my meat mast to her happy hole as she dropped to her knees to admire the fruit of her efforts. With a finger, she picked up a stray dribble from my leg, brought it to mouth, and sighed softly as she savored her own flavor.

Satisfied, she turned her attention back to my cock, still drenched in globs of her pussy juices. The throbbing had subsided just a little bit during its brief respite, but the pressure was still there. Slowly, Luna lovingly licked the lower side of my length. The warm, massaging wetness of her long tongue brought me right back up to the brink in no time at all.

"Nnnggh," I grunted, mustering every ounce of fortitude I had to resist the urge to give in to Dark Luna's demands. Every second was an uphill battle as she lapped up her liquid love. Waves of sensation shot up my spine, and my back arched violently as she cleaned my cock, carefully caressing my most sensitive spots inside her mouth. I couldn't hold out for much longer.

Switching tactics, the Princess took one last draw on my dick, covering the entire length with her lips and pulling back to collect any remaining spots of her cum. Almost as soon as it hung free again, it was engulfed in warm fuzziness. Luna had risen slightly to get her ample breasts in on the act, closing my cock in her copious cleavage. At first I thought she was backing off, letting me stew for a while to extend the torture. Then I saw the predatory gleam in her eye. She was about to press for the kill, again.

Using her magic, she manipulated her melons to massage my man meat, freeing up her hands to do whatever she had in mind. Sticking one finger in her mouth, she reached underneath me with her free hand and began teasing my butthole. My back door came under assault by Luna's wet finger. She was slow and deliberate about it, but I felt her finger slide in lubricated by her saliva. All the while, her big bountiful bosoms buffed my boner, keeping me right on the edge between pleasure and pain.

It didn't take the Princess long to find pay dirt. The shock ran through my whole body when she hit my happy button. I couldn't take it any more. Nobody could hold up for long under that kind of torture. I had to let it out.

"Mercy," I managed to say, the tension wouldn't let me say much else.

"Dost thou wish to end this?" Dark Luna asked sweetly. Though she didn't stop her ministrations.

"Yes."

"I have never failed to break a stallion like this. Thou hast nothing to be ashamed of. Simply confess thy folly, and I shall allow thy relief."

"I shouldn't have rebelled!" The mounting pressure had finally reached my threshold of pain.

"And thou shalt aid us in eliminating all remaining pockets of resistance?"

"Yes!"

"Very well then. As I have tasted me, so too shall I taste thee."

With that, Dark Luna dropped back down to take my cock into her mouth one more time. Her soft lips closed tightly around my rigid shaft, and the floodgates opened. I fired off with what felt like more force than I'd ever felt before. I filled the Princess's mouth with my seed, and I could feel her tongue and throat working overtime to take it all in, letting out small moans between swallows.

Just seconds after I'd finished, the Princess vanished. My restraints vanished. The room vanished. I started to fall because the floor had vanished, but it didn't last long.

I landed chest-deep in a pool of warm water. Recovering my senses, I surveyed my new surroundings. I was outside, and the sky looked like nothing I had ever seen before. The only thing that came close was a time I'd gone camping out in the desert, several miles from the nearest civilization. It was a clear, moonless night, and I could see the Milky Way arc across the sky. The view in this place, though, defied words. I could see the spiral arms emanating from the galactic center and reaching across the sky in all directions. The distant starlight reflected off the water's surface all the way to the horizon. If the idea was to make me feel unbelievably small, it was working.

"'Tis quite a sight. Is it not?" came Luna's voice from somewhere behind me.

I tried to turn and face her, but she beat me to the punch. Before I could move, she had both her arms and her wings wrapped around me. All I could do was accept the warmth of her embrace.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"My sanctuary," she said plainly.

"Wait. I thought this was all a dream."

"It is, but this dreamscape is not thine. It is mine."

I could have protested or questioned further, but between her big beautiful bosoms and the warmth of her wonderful wings, the oddities just didn't seem to matter all that much. If she wanted me to feel this good, why fight it?

"So what now," I eventually asked, breaking the peaceful silence.

"We make love. 'Tis the reason I brought thee to this place."

Speechless, I turned around to look up at her. She'd finally started giving me straight answers and immediately dropped that one on me.

"Worry thyself not about skill or performance," she instructed. "I came here for pleasure, and that is what I will receive, regardless of thy prowess."

"Isn't that, kinda, you know, cheating?" I asked finding my voice again.

Luna just laughed and leaned back in the water, holding me tight in her arms until she was floating on her wings with me on top. "I prefer to think of it as leveling the playing field. I have well over a millenium of experience. Every stallion in Equestria is a novice by comparison," she continued, trying and failing to reign in her mirth. "In this place, I get what I want, and I want thee to have at me. Do what thou will."

I didn't wait for a written invitation. I was hungry and tired of being denied. I swiftly slid south on Luna's stomach, splashed into the shallow sea, and started slurping and sucking her snatch, causing a cascade of copious quantities of creamy cum, prompting prolonged poon probing, eliciting luxurious liquid love to lick, motivating me more in my mouth-to-muff ministrations, which drew a deluge of delicious downstairs delight.

I ate her the fuck out, and she tasted far better than she had any right to. She had the kind of flavor that guys fantasize about before they ever get the chance to eat a pussy for real. At least she was easy to please, if her loud moans of pleasure and the firm pressure of her legs wrapped around my shoulders were anything to go by.

The Princess wasted no time after I'd finished drinking my fill. One second, she was untangling her legs from my arms, and the next, her tongue nearly hit the back of my mouth in a rush to collect any remaining taste of her pleasure. It wasn't so much a kiss as a vicious assault of her tongue on my tonsils. In my surprise, I forgot to close my eyes and caught a glimpse of something over her shoulder as she pulled me up.

We weren't alone. At least a few dozen Lunas and Dark Lunas of various shapes had joined us in the endless lake. Humans, winged humans, humanoid aliens, and other variations were playing in the shallows close by, not a single article of clothing among them. Some of them were playing volleyball while another group played what looked like a variation of water polo. The rest stood around looking on, apparently oblivious to mine and Luna's activities barely a dozen yards away.

'That's it. Shutting down now.'

"Dream nymphs," Luna supplied the answer to the question I couldn't ask in my temporary loss of higher brain function. "They feed upon the lust of dreamers."

"Uwaah?" I inquired, straining the very limits of eloquence.

Luna continued. "They are completely harmless, of course. Perhaps the worst they can do is cause some embarrassment for growing colts awakening to ruined bedsheets."

I turned my head to look up at the Princess. She had that glint in her eye that suggested she was having fun in a way I hadn't quite caught on to yet.

"Looketh not upon me thus," she said reproachfully, but with a hint of a grin. "I have seen many dreams, and my sister and I have often featured in them. I do not always enter dreams as a passive observer."

Luna stopped her monologue as one of the Dark Lunas looked up and noticed us. The others put their watersports on hold to regard us as well. A pair of the human ones, a Luna and a Dark Luna, caught my eye. Rather, their smoldering gaze bored through me in such a way that I couldn't have looked elsewhere even if I wanted to. The darker one slowly and lovingly began fondling the other without breaking eye contact with me. She wanted me to stand there and watch as she groped, caressed, and pleasured her counterpart, finally breaking eye contact with me to kiss her partner passionately on the lips.

I couldn't quite put words to my thoughts, but there was a general feeling that I wanted nothing more than to be in the middle of that crowd getting exactly the kind of attention those two Lunas were giving each other.

A sudden nearby splash pulled my attention away from the orgy of Luna's dream nymphs. A mermaid version of Luna had swum over to us and popped up to give the Princess a tight hug and a quick kiss. With another splash, a Dark Luna mermaid appeared and gave me a similar greeting before taking my hand to drag me toward the sexual frenzy. In the corner of my eye, I noticed Luna and her mermaid making their way in the same direction.

It was later. Sex had happened... quite a lot of it... more than a guy like me should have been capable of. By my reckoning, if I had a steady girlfriend, I'd just had the equivalent of a year's worth of sex in the span of what couldn't have been more than ten hours or so.

The orgy of Lunas had been crazy. No sooner did one of them finish me off, that another would take her place. The ones who couldn't reach me went at each other until they could. At no point were there less than three of them pressed up against me kissing, licking, nibbling, groping, massaging, and so on. Butt stuff may or may not have happened. I'd lost track of the finer details after a while and could only recall a blur of boobs, butts, blowjobs, and boning.

I lay on top of Luna in her bed. She must have let me out of her dream because no sex fantasy had any right to smell like that unmistakable mix of sweat, cum, and who knows what else you get after a sex marathon. Nor did you usually get the gigantic wet spot in the bed like the one I felt where my knee had fallen between the recumbent Princess's legs. It wasn't all bad, though. Luna's arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace, holding me close like a big teddy bear. This wonderful arrangement meant that my head was in just the right place to use her bosom as a soft, jiggly pillow. Her wings, still soft as ever, formed a cocoon of warmth and snuggliness that mere blankets and bedsheets could never hope to achieve.

She breathed deeply and sighed happily. If she was awake, she didn't show it, but it didn't matter either way to me. I wasn't going anywhere. Even though most of our activity had happened in her dream, I was too exhausted to move. My arms and legs weren't responding to my commands, compelling me to snuggle up to Luna's breasts until some wicked force intervened and tore us apart, not that I had any complaints about this.

I fell asleep and drifted away into my own dream world. Luna was there too, resplendent in all her amazonian glory. I was six inches tall.

It was a warm and fuzzy dream.