Broad red wings beat the air slowly and steadily, letting the warm updrafts do most of the work. He lifted his head a little, eyes narrowed against the light of the sun as it beat down on him, helping to drive off the chill of the wind over his muscular frame. Higher and higher he soared, till Ponyville was nothing but a dot beneath him and Canterlot little more than a smudge. The air was thinner here, wings beating harder now to maintain his ascent, the chill beginning to seep into his bones even with the bright sun above.

Up here, he was free. No work, no worries, no responsibilities, nothing but the endless azure sky stretching out before him, the far horizon calling to him… At the peak of the climb now he closed his wings and experienced that brief moment of weightlessness, that one perfect moment of stillness, before gravity reasserted itself and he began to fall.

The wind rushed through his mane, roaring in his ears, tail whipping behind him as he let himself dive toward the ground far below. He closed his eyes against the rushing wind, counting on his instincts to let him know when it was time to open his wings again.

It came as quite a surprise, then, that he suddenly felt the cool, fluffy surface of a cloud beneath him, the wind dying away, his fall suddenly arrested. He cautiously opened one eye, then another, finding himself sprawled on his belly, a pair of dark blue hooves filling his field of vision. He lifted his head a little, his gaze travelling up perfectly sculpted forelegs to a sleek breast and graceful neck.

“I hope you do not mind my stepping in, Mac?” Luna grinned. “You did seem to be having a lot of fun plummeting towards the ground like a misdirected comet but I really didn’t feel like shouting over the wind.”

Mac snorted as he flicked his wings shut and slowly stood on the spongy surface of the cloud. “Wasn’t plummetin’,” he grumbled. “Divin’. Big difference.” This distinction made, he trotted over to nuzzle Luna in greeting before drawing back to plant a playful kiss right on her nose. “So t’what do ah owe the honour of mah marefriend’s company right at dawn? Woulda thought you’d be headin’ for bed about now.”

“I am,” she replied. “As are you. I am sorry to disrupt this pleasant illusion, Mac, but you are dreaming. I felt this was the easiest and quickest way to speak to you.”

“Dreamin’? Naw, that can’t be right. This all feels…” he trailed off as he thought about that a moment more. Feels. He could feel the cloud under his hooves, so different from the warm, rich earth of the farm. He could feel the feathers of his wings brushing against his flanks rather than the heavy weight of the wooden yoke he normally wore around his neck. Realisation came flooding back and the next instant his wings vanished with an audible POP.

Luna’s eyes widened as her gaze met Mac’s. “Oh dear,” was all she could say before Mac simply dropped through the cloud and fell like a stone towards the ground far, far below, his startled yell echoing behind him.

Mac plummeted downwards, the wind rushing in his ears, limbs flailing as that once far-away ground hurtled towards him. He whipped his head left and right, searching for Luna, only for his eyes to widen at the bizarre sight of the alicorn trotting through thin air as if she was descending an invisible spiral staircase, easily keeping pace with him as he tumbled towards the treetops far below.

Luna glanced over at him, a teasing grin on her lips as she skipped down a step or two. “Tis but a dream, Mac,” she cried, her voice cutting easily through the noise as if she was standing right next to him. “You recognised it once before! Take control. Arrest your descent.”

“Easy for you t’say!” Mac roared, barely able to hear himself over the roar of the wind in his ears. Luna, in contrast, appeared completely unperturbed, the barest breeze ruffling the feathers of her wings as she continued to follow him down. “What’m ah supposed t’do?”

“Simply believe it, Mac. Wings or no, this is your dream. All within it is shaped by your thoughts and wishes. You wish to make the sky purple and splash polka dots on the mountains? Then do it. You wish to be the ruler of all you survey, a lord unchallenged by even the Princesses? Then you are. You wish to be able to fly, wings or no, then you can. I know you have dreamed of flying, Mac. You do not need wings to soar.”

It all sounded simple but it was a whole lot harder when you were already tumbling towards a very hard landing far below. Ponyville was getting uncomfortably close now, the air around him warming as he continued his descent. She was right though, wasn’t she? He’d recognised the dream before, was this any different? He’d never accomplish anything panicking like this, that much was certain.

Fighting against every instinct that howled at him to do something about his current predicament, Mac instead closed his eyes, took a deep breath and turned his focus inward. Block out the noise, block out the sensation, focus. Just a dream. His head, his world, his rules. He wasn’t falling, he didn’t need wings to fly, he could stand on a cloud as easily as if it was solid earth. He didn’t need wings to fly. He didn’t need--

"Mac.”

Luna’s voice impinged on his senses and he warily opened his eyes, blinking in the sunlight as he looked around. No longer falling, he was instead standing on a soft, fluffy cloud, the cool vapours tickling around his ankles. He grinned and gave a little hop, finding himself hovering effortlessly in the air just above it. “Hah!”

“You see? You do make the rules here.” Luna nodded approvingly as she joined him on the cloud, a gentle nuzzle applied to his cheek. “You will need to come down, though. We have things to discuss before you awake. I fear that thy return to reality will be a return to new trials that must be endured.”

Mac nodded, then paused and looked about. He kicked at the empty air and moved precisely nowhere. He blinked, giving Luna a helpless look as she did her best to stifle her giggles behind a hoof. He contorted his body this way and that, straining towards the cloud that was mere inches beneath him but try as he might he couldn’t figure out how he was supposed to move without wings to guide and propel him. “ Oh come on, Luna. Bit less laughter an’a bit more help? Please?”

“Since thou asks so nicely, we will help,” Luna agreed. She paced over to him, then hmmed, a wicked grin on her lips. “However, this position thou’rt placed in does offer all manner of possibilities. It would be remiss of me to not...exploit them.”

“Possibilities? What’n the hay are ya--whoa!”

Luna stepped in closer, dipped her head and with a quick shove of her muzzle she pushed Mac higher still until he was dangling in the air over her. She stepped in beneath him and he could feel a blush heating his cheeks as she moved slowly down along his body. The uncomfortably sharp tip of her horn dragging delicately along his belly made him shudder, whether in pleasure or fear he wasn’t entirely sure, as she made her way towards his groin

“P-Princess? Ah…Luna?” Mac stammered, his ears pinning back as he tried to pin his hindlegs together, tried to wriggle away, tried to do anything to stop that slow, inexorable progress towards his groin. “Ah don’t think…”

“But I do, Mac,” she crooned. “Your injuries stopped me from a more thorough examination last time, but there are no such impediments here in this place.” She was so close now he could feel her breath on his skin, almost feel the heat from her muzzle as she leaned in so very close. He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he felt the first teasing touch of her mouth to his sheath, a soft, lingering kiss pressed to his flesh.

He groaned softly, a shock of pleasure running right through his body, muscles clenching involuntarily. Oh, now that was a completely new sensation for him. His only previous lover had been too intimidated by him to dare getting that close to what he had hanging under him. He’d heard other stallions talk about this act, heard them brag about what they’d made their mares do during drunken boasting contests at the bar, but the reality of it was so much more exquisite. “Ah--” Mac whispered. “Ah’ve never had anypony do…”

Luna smiled as she stepped back out from under him, lifting her hooves to stroke his muzzle and draw his head down to hers for a kiss, her lips parting against his as her tongue traced against them. “I know,” she reassured him as she broke the kiss, resting her muzzle against his. “If this truly discomforts thee, we will stop. Even in a dream, you are always able to say no. But this is...this has been a very long time for me, as you might guess.” She gave him a lopsided grin that he returned along with a chuckle. “I told thee on our first date that all we wanted was to be treated like a normal mare. Beneath all the trappings of royalty, that is what my sister and I truly are, just mares, with all the hopes, fears, and desires, that go along with that.”

“Ah just…” Mac sighed softly, trying and failing to meet her understanding gaze as old fears, long pushed aside and suppressed, were suddenly dragged back to the fore. He’d been by himself for so long, he’d never had to worry about this, never had to think about it till all this had started and now that Luna had made her intentions and desires very plain he had no choice but to confront them... “Ah don’t wanna hurt ya. Like I did her.”

She delicately nipped at his bottom lip, trapping it between her teeth for a moment, for the space of one soft, teasing suckle on the sensitive flesh, then released him. “I am no untried filly in the first flush of heat, Mac. I know my limits and, regardless, we will go as quickly or as slowly as you need to be comfortable. Just know that I desire thee, McIntosh. To feel you atop me, inside me, to taste thee on our tongue, to know thee as intimately as any mare could. So I ask one thing of you. In this moment, here and now, will you give me this dream? In this place, where you need not worry about hurting me, will you let me please you?”

How could he possibly say no to that? She was right, there was no comparison between the proud, beautiful alicorn stood before him now and that poor, naive filly all those long, lonely years ago. He gazed at her for a long moment, mulling it over as she waited patiently for his reply, before slowly nodding his head, trembling in anticipation as the Princess’ grin widened in reply.

She playfully flicked her tongue against the tip of his nose before she slipped back down under him, then rolled over to splay her hindlegs out beneath him, giving him a teasing glimpse of the flesh that lay beneath her tail before she squirmed forward to get into a better position under him.

He craned his head down as best he could, embarrassment momentarily forgotten as he watched the alicorn reclining on her back. It took him a moment to figure out why; it was so that her horn wasn’t in the way! Getting skewered, even in a dream, wasn’t exactly something he was in any hurry to experience.

She glanced back at him, her eyes half-lidded, sticking her tongue out teasingly at him before she lifted her hooves to stroke down each side of his inner thighs and then over the heavy weight of his near hairless balls, the plump orbs coated with a fine, almost downy coat that did nothing to lessen the sensation. He jerked a little further upwards at that contact, the cropped length of his tail lashing through the air. She repeated the caress again, lifting her head for another playful kiss to his sheath, this time following it up with a slow, wet lick from base to tip.

Now that just wasn’t playing fair at all. There wasn’t a thing he could do but hang there, helpless, while she toyed with him. It didn’t take long before the blunt head of his cock was peeking out, the rest swiftly dropping from his sheath to dangle over the smugly smiling alicorn’s belly. She scooted down a little more so she could cup his tip between her forelegs, drawing it to her lips for a gentle kiss.

“Nnnngh, Luna…” he panted, shuddering as the blood rushed to fill his shaft, the mottled pink and black length surging upright, muscles tensing instinctively to slap it against his belly. “Ya--Ya really don’t have t’do this if ya ain’t s-sure. Ah ain’t one of those stallions who just wants s-sex.” It was terribly difficult to get the words out with her hooves now sliding languidly up and down his length. Dear Celestia, the sensation was so intense, so different from when he used his own hooves. If this was just foreplay, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what actually mounting her might be like.

“I would not be here now if you were, Mac,” she assured him even as a warm glow of happiness spread through her. Here she was, offering herself to him as wantonly as any mare of the night, and he was still concerned that she was doing this merely to please him! Well then, that made it all the more important that she showed him just how much she wanted this, right here and now. This was what she had been missing, the emotion, the feeling. No furtive midnight tryst could compare to this. Oh, certainly, they satisfied the purely physical needs, but this? This was so much better in every way, even if it was just a dream for now.

She lifted her head to just breathe in the scent of him and couldn’t quite stifle the moan that spilled from her throat. Oh Gods above. It was so rich, so potent, she could feel herself growing wetter by the second as she teased him. Oh, it really HAD been such a long time, and toys simply weren’t the same, no matter how well-made. Her tail flicked through the surface of the cloud, sending spirals of cool vapour wafting over the heated folds of her sex, making her shudder in surprise. “But right now...we find it so very difficult to control ourselves. May we taste you, Mac? Please. I need to taste it.” She nuzzled just behind that broad cocktip, letting her lips pluck over the tender flesh while her tongue dragged lazily over the silky skin,. She smiled to herself, revelling in the sharp intake of breath from overhead, the way his belly twitched and his haunches jerked instinctively towards her in response.

She took her time, savouring every inch of him as she bathed his length with soft, lingering kisses and licks till every spot of skin was slick and glistening with her saliva. Oh, he was big in every way, as big as she’d hoped and then some. Near as thick as her foreleg and oh so deliciously long, she could see why he preferred to stay away from the more normal sized fillies. She shivered as her own sex ached to be filled, the muscles within clenching, winking lewdly as some of her arousal dribbled down over her tail. Thick, long, terminating in a broad, flat tip that promised rough delights of the most erotic sort. She couldn’t quite stifle the whimper of pure lust that spilled from her lips as she nuzzled up beneath him, letting his cock rest atop her muzzle as she ran her tongue over his sheath to catch those faint, lingering traces of sweat and musk.

At this point Mac was fairly sure that most ponies would kill to be in his hooves. To have one of the Princesses beneath him, her muzzle nestled up to his most intimate parts, nearly worshipping him with mouth and tongue and all but begging him to LET her lick him? There really was only one reply to that, wasn’t there? He moved his hindlegs to nudge the tip of his cock against that waiting muzzle, still not quite believing that this was actually happening, and was rewarded with the soft, slick sensation of her lips slowly spreading around the tip of his cock to welcome him inside her muzzle.

“B-Buck.” he stammered. “Oh buck…L-Luna...”

Luna’s reply was a low, throaty chuckle that sent the most interesting sensations through his flesh. She lightly bobbed her head back and forth to let the tip of his achingly stiff shaft slurp lewdly in and out between her lips, the cooler air a stark contrast to the warm embrace of her mouth. Inexperienced he might be, but she quickly showed she was anything but. While she rested her hooves against his legs, she slowly spread her wings and brought them curving in under him, tickling the long flight feathers over the heavy weight of his balls, trying not to giggle as she felt him jerk and quiver in response to each fleeting caress.

Mac could only groan helplessly by this point, rolling his head back as his tongue lolled foolishly from the corner of his mouth. Luna skillfully toyed and teased over his flesh with lips, tongue and wings, every little gasp and shudder and moan he made helping guide her. A touch here, a caress there, a little lick and suckle right on that spot, building sensation on sensation till it was all he could do to keep from frantically humping against her like a colt in his first rut.

He couldn’t see much of her from this position, all he could see was her belly and her oh-so casually spread hindlegs. Her tail flicked again, wafting the scent of her arousal towards him, teasing him with the barest glimpse of the dusky folds that lay nestled there. He could feel her mouth pushing down along his length now, slipping more and more of him into her muzzle till he heard her gag, felt the back of her throat sliding over the tip.

She held him there, mouth working around him, her tongue cupping beneath that broad shaft, slipping and sliding wetly over every inch of him while thick, salty precum drizzled over her tongue. She squirmed again beneath him, resisting the urge to slide a hoof down to tend to the need that was burning in her own nethers, concentrating on him, on this moment. There would be plenty of other opportunities for her to indulge herself, for now she intended to make their first time together as memorable as possible.

Finally she had to pull back with a gasp and a loud, wet POP as she released him, licking away the sticky strings of spit and precum that dangled from her lips as she pressed another lingering, lustful kiss to his tip. “I suspect that you will not last long,” she purred. “And when you peak, you will wake.” She couldn’t help herself, though, not with him so erect, so needy, and so she lipped and lapped playfully at his tip as she spoke.

Her broad, soft tongue was quick to catch every little bead of precum that welled up from within, giggling quietly as he squirmed and gasped in response to the teasing. “I must admit that this was not the main reason I came to thee tonight. I...came here to tell thee something important, Mac. Events have moved more quickly than either of us anticipated or wished and our relationship has been made public before the Day Court. I am sure that when you wake, there will be many ponies pursuing thee with questions and demands.”

It was, strangely enough, terribly difficult for Mac to focus on what she was saying while her mouth was doing that, difficult to think of much else beyond the growing tension in his groin, the insistent tingle that was beginning to radiate along his length and the slow, relentless tightening of his muscles as he neared orgasm. He shook his head, trying to sort out the words, to discern their meaning. Ponies, questions, right. Wait. His eyes shot open. Ponies. Pressponies. Oh hell.

“They know mah name?”

Luna couldn’t help but give a soft, needy little whine as he shifted his haunches to try and deny her access to him while they spoke. Grumbling to herself she once again slid about on the cloud beneath him so she could meet his eyes. He grinned as he looked down at her and she coughed, hastily wiping an errant string of his juices from her chin. “They know. They do not know exactly where thou art at present, but it will not take them long to track thee down. We suspect that by the time you waken, they will already have begun to arrive at thy farm.”

Mac slowly blinked as he processed this. “Ya don’t think that was maybe worth mentioning before ya started having...fun? Nice as this is, ya might want t’have mentioned that lil bit of news at the beginning.”

Luna flushed and glanced off to one side. “Well perhaps, yes, in retrospect, but we thought that then thou wouldst be too tense and distracted to enjoy thyself,” she grudgingly admitted. “We cannot help it if the spirit of mischief took hold of us. Of course thou must share some of the blame for that.”

“Oh really?” Mac deadpanned. “An’why’s that?”

“For being simply too virile and handsome for any weak-willed filly such as ourselves to deny our desires any longer, of course.” She even coquettishly fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Mac stared down at her for a moment, then just snorted, trying not to let his smile become too broad. “Flattery’ll get ya everywhere, Princess.”

“We should certainly hope so. We are...I am sorry, Mac. I should have told thee about this to begin with but in the ensuing merriment we lost ourselves, myself, in the moment. You will forgive me, I hope?”

“Nothin’ to forgive. Stuff happens.” Mac paused, frowning as he mulled this over for a moment or two. “I’m assumin’ it wasn’t you that blurted things out to all an’sundry? Do ah even need t’guess who it was?”

“You do not,” Luna conceded. “However, I will say one thing more on this matter now that we have spoken to him. We do not condone his methods...or his reasoning on this, but Mourne’s heart was in the right place.”

Mac couldn’t quite hold back a snort at that. “Yeah, well, ya know what they say about the road t’Tartarus…”

“Indeed. Which brings us to the second thing I must tell you. He will be arriving at the farm to accept honest Applejack’s suggested punishment. He will serve as your bodyguard, your advisor in matters relating to Canterlot, and he has been further instructed to assist around the farm with whatever you or Applejack require until you feel that his penance has been paid in full.”

“Ya really think he’s the right pony for the job? He did try t’kick my ass off a roof by way of sayin’ hello.”

“I do. Give him a chance, Mac. Let him get to know you, let him see the honest, brave pony that you are. Mourne will come around, I am sure of it.”

Mac made a noncommittal noise under his breath that became a gasp of surprise as Luna slipped back around beneath him him to nuzzle up against his now semi-flaccid shaft.

“Enough of such talk for now,” she murmured as she once again kissed that broad, flat tip, her tongue briefly teasing into that slit that still dribbled a few glistening beads of fluid that were quickly licked away. “For now, there is only what I have hungered to do for such a long time now. Remember, thou dost not need to be gentle, Mac. You cannot hurt me here. Take your pleasure with me as we know you hunger to.” With that, she slipped him into her mouth once more and this time, in his softened state, she was able to work her way forward until he felt the tightness of her throat closing over his tip. She swallowed, the muscles squeezing around him as she pushed her muzzle up against his groin, her head tilted back to straighten her neck and allow him to thrust as he might.

He tossed his head back, the cords of his neck standing out as he damn near hit his peak there and then, his cock surging to stiffness in seconds, making the alicorn’s throat bulge as he pushed down against her. Hesitating for a moment, the touch of her hoof on his belly, stroking in silent encouragement, spurred him on. He began to thrust into that warm, tight mouth and throat, his balls slapping against Luna’s nose, his musk filling every breath she took.
“Dammit,” he groaned as he tried to find purchase with his hooves in the empty air. “Put me down. Ah--”

The moment the words left his mouth, the clouds were gone and the two of them found themselves instead in a sunlit meadow, the grass warm and thick beneath their bodies. Luna was laying on her back on a convenient hillock while Mac stood over her, her body perfectly positioned for him to take his pleasure. Well, dreams certainly had their advantages over the real world, he mused. No time wasted with finding new positions!

Mac wasted no time in dipping his head down to nuzzle and lick at the receptive flesh of Luna’s belly and thighs, returning some of the pleasure she was giving him with gentle kisses over the teats he found nestled between her hind legs. He smiled as he felt her quiver and twitch under him but it wasn’t long before the insistent tug of her mouth on his shaft spurred him to action once more.

He set his hooves firmly against the soft earth, digging in as he began to thrust in earnest at long last, pumping between those soft lips and right down into that gripping throat that sucked and pulled at his shaft. Try as he might, there was little chance he was going to last for long, not when all he had to do was crane his head down to watch her and see her throat bulging around him as he began to flare. She was too far back for him to see her face, to see her mouth stretching around him, but he was so deep inside her he could certainly watch every thrust into the slick, tight tunnel of her throat. The air was filled with the liquid sounds of her suckling, the wet slap of his balls against her face, their mingled breathing growing ever faster, ever more ragged.

For Luna, the world had shrunk till there was only the feel of that impressively long and thick length of stallion flesh pounding down her throat, the feel, the smell, the taste of him almost overwhelming. He was so long, so thick, that there was barely any chance for her to apply her tongue to tease him so in the end she settled with just cupping it beneath him, flicking it quickly against the head of his cock each time he pulled back for another thrust.

Past words, past everything but soft, ecstatic moans, she could only gurgle softly each time he pounded into her muzzle. Strings of saliva and precum dribbled from the corners of her lewdly stretched mouth and down over her face to make such a delightfully sticky mess in her coat. Some mares were so prudish about such things, but Luna adored it. The stickier and messier the better, sex was something that was meant to be enjoyed and revelled in, after all.

Part of her was, admittedly, a little wistful as there was simply no way she was ever going to be able to do this in the real world; even for a stallion Mac was distinctly well-endowed. Of course, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t have fun trying again and again and again. As satisfying as this dream-tryst was, the hunger, the need that burned in her would only be satisfied with a good, thorough, real-world rutting! She was pleased to see, however, that any initial hesitance from her stallion was quickly lost with just a little coaxing and she could hope that he would be this assertive in the waking world.

She could feel him trembling now, hear his breath growing deeper, more ragged with every thrust of his powerful haunches, feel him swelling and stiffening between her lips as he neared his peak. He gave a soft, frustrated whinny at how quickly he was nearing orgasm, but for his first time? Luna was more than satisfied with his performance! She ran her hoof lightly over his balls, then up to stroke just beneath his tail, eliciting a startled shudder from her lover, followed moments later by a loud, ecstatic cry of triumph as the first thick rope of his cum shot over her tongue and down her throat.

A heartbeat later he vanished and Luna sighed as she rolled over on the soft grass, absently licking her lips to catch the last taste of him. The dream was already beginning to fade around her as he woke. Not many were able to sleep through an orgasm so powerful and so Mac would awake, most likely to a very sticky set of bedclothes. A pity, but all in all this had been a most pleasant night for all concerned. Of course, a wicked little part of her did wonder just how he was going to deal with the resulting mess!

“A promise of things to come, Mac,” she sighed as his dream faded completely around her and she returned to the cool, windswept plane of her dreamscape to complete the night’s duties.