Jen sat on the mildly comfortable chair feeling a little out of sorts. This was a fancy place that Sablee had brought her to and here she was in jeans and a shirt. She gave a sigh, she was lucky at least that her things were clean. That brought a slight blush as to how she had gotten them clean.

"Something wrong?" The stallion sitting across from Jenny had heard her sigh.

"No, it's not, it really isn't. I just need to get adjusted here and sort some things out." Smiling, the woman picked up the menu. "Oh, these salads sound wonderful."

"You don't want the… meat?" Sablee sounded a bit confused, he had done some research into this and was sure humans ate meat.

"Vegetarian." Jen's mouth watered at the descriptions of the meals. "Oh but this vegetable stew sounds perfect. I will have that."

"What… but…" Sablee didn't understand the word, adding to his confusion. "I thought all humans ate meat?"

Genevieve folded the menu up. "Most do, mine is more of a choice thing, I just prefer that things don't get harmed for my benefit."

A waiter, dressed in formal attire, arrived at their table. "Have we made our choices?" The mare was smooth with her words, smoother still since she had heard that the human had made her choice.

Jen nodded to her and Sablee quickly looked through the menu and gave up. "Two of the fine vegetable medleys please."

"Of course, and we have an excellent gift for special someponies, on their first date." Her horn lit and a bottle of cider floated over, displaying itself to each of the table's occupants. Before either could say anything it uncorked and poured itself into their glasses. The waiter left the bottle on the table.

Jenny lifted her glass and sipped at it. A smooth hard cider met her taste buds, bringing hints of wild berries along with the apple base. "This is really good!" She sipped some more and sighed happily.

Sablee looked at his glass. "Never had hard cider before." He sampled some and his eyes widened. "That is good, strong, but good."

"So tell me about you. I like you, Sablee, but I want to know more about you." Jenny sipped some more of the cider, her taste buds telling her brain that she might want to slow down before her meal arrived.

Sablee blushed a little. "Only colt, my parents live in Baltimare. Dad buys and sells produce in the city and mom helps out. When my cutie mark showed up," he looked to the side of his flank to where the grid design with a pencil beside it was, "they figured it was something magic related. Close but not really. Magic helps me make things though, so I am still happy I got into the school here."

"Your parents pay for the school?" Jen got a nod at the question. "Well, I hope you are doing them proud." She smiled wide. "And what is it you do? I figured something designing things?"

"Designing and making. It is how I met Hay and became friends, we both sort of work at the same problems."

Jenny noticed how saying his friend's name didn't cause that hurt look he had worn when she first brought up the topic with him. "Not really my thing, but you know what is my thing?"

Sablee couldn't stop a grin from curling his lips. "Ponies."

Stopped short, Jen laughed at his reply to her question. "Okay, you got me there. Ponies are really my thing, I even dream about ponies…"

The mare blushed so hard that Sablee thought he had said something wrong. It took him a fraction of a second to make the connection. "Princess Luna." The blush increased, he had guessed right. "Not the only pony there, I bet she has to watch quite a few dreams that she would rather not."

Jen couldn't believe how hot her cheeks felt, surely she couldn't be blushing this hard. And worse, he was still sitting there, admitting that Luna was probably a common target of desire. "Wait a second, how would you know that?" Jenny's grin returned, spreading wide. "I think someone else has a crush on a princess…" Score, he blushed too. "Well, it's okay, your secret is safe with me."

"Your meals." The waiter set the plates before them, proving that she had likely overheard at least part of the conversation but was far too professional to let on.

"Thank you." Jen closed her eyes and inhaled. It was a relief to be able to get a meal and not have to poke the staff about it being vegetarian.

"Yes, thank you." Sablee sounded more relieved than thankful, but the mare serving them didn't mind.

Picking up her fork in one hand, Genevieve selected her first mouthful and made her start on the meal. The tastes that hit her tongue surpassed anything she had eaten before.

Sablee watched the expression wash over the mare's features and grinned. He used his magic to start on his own meal and soon wore similar expressions of delight, modified for pony features of course. From one mouthful to the next, he managed to ask. "So, you know more about me, what about you?"

"Mmmm, oh." The woman spent a moment to clear her mouth. "Born in DC… a big city. Dad died when I was really little, I barely even remember him. Mom did good though, had me thinking straight and acting right. She worked two jobs to pay me through school and into art college. Then she… she passed on too. I almost left, almost threw it all away." Jenny always had a little trouble with thinking on it. Her dad she had never known, her mom had been everything to her. "Told myself she wouldn't want me to drop out. Had to swap to part time, working a job to pay my way."

Sablee was heartbroken at the story, he couldn't imagine not having his parents, both of them, around.

"So I started watching this silly show about cute little ponies that had magic and friendship. A friend thought it would help, and it did. I drew some pictures and things, found there was a whole lot more people like me doing the same. Then one day, while I was sketching out a design, I see words appear over my work, asking me where I would rather be."

"And you told it Equestria?" Sablee was spellbound by her descriptions, his world was a play where she lived, apparently.

"Yup, next thing I know there is a pair of cute unicorns and a changeling helping me up and taking me to see a princess."

Sablee realized now he had a whole lot more to be thankful to those mares for. "And here I thought I was sneaking in to bare my heart to Hay, to tell her how I really felt and ask if she wanted to be with me or I would leave forever…" He chuckled at how melodramatic it all sounded. "I found a mare I didn't even know I desired and made two friends."

Jenny's thoughts slid back to the previous night. It had been something they both wanted and needed at the time. A little part of her wanted and needed it still. "The show was all about making friends, I guess I can't fault your world for its accuracy so far." Her free hand reached across the table and found a hoof.

"No." Penny was most adamant about it.

"But if we don't follow them we can't find out what happens!" Stick and Hay were both against her but it was the full-blooded changeling protesting right then. Even Vinyl was throwing in a nod of support. "We have to follow and find out how their date goes!"

"You can go if you want, but I am going to relax here and read a book." Penny pulled out the latest magic book she had to study. Now that she had her full alphabet sorted she was starting on proper spells.

"It wouldn't work if we don't all go." Hay slumped to the bed too, her head landing so her jaw was against Penny's tucked foreleg, her nose bumping the lunar unicorn's chest.

"I should probably go find somewhere for the night." Vinyl got up and stretched, sparing a longing look at the phone that was sitting, charging, on the bedside table.

"When did you stop wanting to be involved in hijinks?" Stick waved to Vinyl as the white unicorn fled the room. "I swear, the Penny I remember would be doing everything she could to spy on her friends."

Penny booped Stick on the nose. "She would not, you are making this all up!" With her eyes off Hay, Penny didn't see the rush of green flames, but she did sense something happening.

"What was the point of this shape?" Hay was now an odd-looking hippogriff. She was mostly right, but had a mix of both her own features and a changelings mixed into it. The tail was completely green, the wings were feathered but the head was completely pony instead of a beaked griffon.

"A good try for your first non-pony shift." Stick settled down to inspect her mate. "Good wings, but they are pegasi wings, not griffon ones. Talons look serviceable, but you should have gone with a beak and your own tail." Her critique had Hay investigating, finding the little faults. The mare looked a little down about it.

Penny, however, leaned in and kissed the half-changeling. "Practice makes perfect, and I think you look adorable." The kiss and compliment had Hay preening a little, puffing up with pride.

A wash of green fire worked over Stick and in a moment there was that half pony half griffon form that Penny still winced when she thought about. "Maybe we should fight over ownership of this pretty pony here?" The changeling gestured to Penny with one claw, her beak parting in a grin.

Hay walked around Stick, studying the form closely. "Oh, I just wasn't focused enough." Fire rolled over her and there were suddenly two identical hippogriffs standing there. "Oh… oh wow…"

Penny watched the blush pour over the avian features of Hay's new form. "First time as a stallion, I take it?" The half-changeling gave a sheepish nod. Despite her memories of what that form could do, or perhaps because of them, Penny's snout formed into a wide smile.

Jenny walked back to her place, the little flat she had been offered. Beside her Sablee walked. Her hand rested in his mane. It had been an enchanting evening. Memories of walking, hand in hand, with any one of a slew of guys couldn't stand up to this and she had a real fight on her hands. Her heart wanted to dive into love again, it wanted relaxing nights, hot nights, it wanted to do all the things ever with Sablee at her side. She had always listened to her heart in the last, always dived into the shallow water. Tonight felt like just the right time to do it again.

"I had a lovely evening." Her voice betrayed the ache inside.

The stallion looked up at Genevieve, a hopeful smile on his face that almost shattered the girl's new-found resolve. She looked into those eyes, finding them so easy to get lost in her heart almost forgot to beat.

"But lets not go too fast here. I really like you Sablee, really…" Jen's words faltered, she wasn't sure how this was meant to go. In the past she would have invited him in, or followed him to his home.

"What's wrong?" Sablee stopped beside her. Real worry took him. Had he done something wrong, something that scared her?

"In the past I have made… mistakes, with guys… stallions. I like you too much to make a mistake here, so lets take things slow, so we can grow on each other." Her voice shook from strain, she really wanted to crouch down and promise him anything if he would stay beside her.

"Slow is good." Sablee smiled shyly back up to her. "I like you too, Genevieve."

Her resolve shattered as he used her full name. His acceptance of 'taking it slow' made it easier for her love to rush up and overwhelm her. Leaning in, her lips found his and the pair kissed. It wasn't a fast kiss, neither would give up the simple expression of love until the other was ready. Jenny closed her eyes and let her heart have it's head. But she demanded just one concession from her rampant emotions, not to get too physically involved too fast.

The kiss stretched on long past where Sablee would ever thought one could. It was just nice to stand there, with Jenny, letting the fine muscles of his lips express the feelings he had for her. At last, though, they both drew apart. "See you tomorrow?"

It was exactly what Jen wanted to hear from him. If he had asked to come in, she would have said yes. If he had asked her to come back with him, she would have likewise agreed. She cursed her heart as she smiled at the most handsome stallion she had ever seen. "Of course. Your place?"

Sablee beamed and nodded and got another kiss on his nose before he watched the mare walk into the little flat. His legs almost gave out with how good he felt.

Entering the little, furnished flat, Jenny found a note from Ink telling her that she was welcome to stay as long as she liked, but she would need to start paying rent if she wanted to be there long term. She had already thought of that and decided that it would be a good place to stay for a while. Her mind already ran with the idea of her and Sablee finding a nice little place together.

Genevieve shook her head and gave a sigh. Setting her bag down, she made sure the front door was firmly locked before stripping down to her panties and slipping into the soft bed. Sleep came quickly.

It was easy for her thoughts to slide to the cute stallion. Jen really liked Sablee, but since that first season of MLP, she had always dreamed of one mare in particular. It was easy to be the one walking into the Castle of the Two Sisters, instead of the mane six. She was human, which wasn't always how Genevieve dreamed of the encounter but it was perfectly fine by her, particularly with her recent revelations as to how hard her drawing would be without hands.

In her dream, Jen was the one trying to activate the five elements of harmony, when Nightmare Moon's storm picked them up. She fell forward into the hurricane of blue-black magic and blacked out.

Just a moment, barely a heartbeat.

Her eyes opened and she braced her hands against the stone floor. Looking up she heard the laughter of the big mare in the blue helmet and armor.

Jenny looked up at the dark, coldness of the moon incarnate. "I will stop you!" She yelled it. Nightmare Moon turned and laughed.

"You're kidding? You're kidding, right?" Disdain for the human came in every chuckle. Jenny growled and ran at her, charging in and diving under the dark alicorn's legs and landing before the elements.

As with all dreams, it didn't make sense as she crouched down on all fours, pointing her forehead at the five crystals. She didn't have any magic in her as a human, she knew that, but her subconscious remembered the stance just right.

Unlike the show, Nightmare Moon never materialized in front of her. Jenny felt something touch her rump and then fire exploded in her rear. Her focus on the elements was broken, she turned her head to see Nightmare Moon, horn lowered, sending magic power into her body. Of course it entered through her nethers, left them on fire and burning hot in a very good way. She tried to move away but couldn't lift her hands or knees from the stone floor.

"Thought you could save the day, all alone? You are such a naughty pony." Nightmare Moon advanced on her, the horn still lowered and pouring out magic, funneling it into Genevieve.

Pressure built, flowing slowly from her groin out to her torso, limbs and even into her head. Jenny couldn't stop the orgasm if she tried. The explosion inside her rushed over her body, magic crackling as she tried to writhe in the grip of the evil mare. But the wave of magic did two things, it froze her nearly completely and, to her shock, it had evaporated all her clothing.

Jen whimpered as the first touch of the horn against her slit made her want to buck and push back, the sensations making her cheeks burn with how much she felt like a needy mare.

"You will learn, No Name, you will learn to love the night." As Nightmare Moon said the words, Jen suddenly could think no more of her name, it seemed inconsequential as the alicorn's horn pushed into her.

No Name cried out, moaning and singing her aching pleasure to the night air. She felt as more and more of the horn pushed into her body until, at last, she felt the mare's head press against her rump. "You can take all of me, impressive. Lets see how you handle this."

The magic that had been holding No Name seemed to amplify suddenly, she looked down between her arms, between her breasts, spotting her belly glowing and swelling. It felt like she would explode with pleasure and she squeezed down with her muscles, massaging the horn for all she was worth.

"You… you show some talent…" Nightmare Moon was unsure quite what was happening, she had performed this duty to her minions before, filled them with a mighty purpose, but now something was wrong, this felt… good. She pulled her horn back and then pushed it back in and despite the spell the human bucked.

The movement had Jen fighting the restrictive magic hard and she finally managed to arch her back and push back against the night. The shape of the horn, the spiral of it, it felt perfect inside her and she began to rock her body in time, but counter to Nightmare Moon's efforts, leaving the mare to stroke deep into the human, again and again.

"What… how are you moving? You cannot hope to defeat me!" Nightmare Moon was filled with rage and power, she would make this mare climax and, in the moment of complete distraction, she would crush the girl's will and take full ownership of her. But something was very wrong…

Genevieve rocked, bucked, moaned and squeezed at the intruder and was quickly feeling her orgasm approaching. She didn't know it, but if she were to come before the nightmare behind her, she would be trapped by her forever. A shudder ran through Jen, something about this making her hotter and hotter.

The dark alicorn was beyond speech now, she had to focus on what she was doing, on finishing this pest off and reforging her into a minion. It would have worked, too, if Jenny hadn't adjusted her stance a little, making more of the horn rub inside her at a new angle. Nightmare Moon gasped.

Jenny felt the blast of magic. It made what had been hitting her earlier seem like a trickle. The mare behind her was rocking and bucking, barely keeping the horn inside the human. The added pressure of magic burning into her pushed Jen over her edge a moment after, she lifted her chin and cried out wordlessly, eyes closed as she thanked the universe for her body and that of her lover.

Nightmare Moon felt odd. Something really strange had happened while she had been overwhelming the human. A touch, a very sensitive touch, found her body seeming to melt. A look back would find that her legs were tangled around the human. "What are you doing?"

Jen didn't stop, she reached out with her tongue, stroking along those dark, wet folds. The mare's body reacted as all women do when they feel something there that they like, she got a tight hug. Another lick, then another. Jen closed her eyes and focused her being on the task right in front of her nose.

Nightmare Moon looked at the human. She wasn't broken, she wasn't shattered, and she certainly wasn't under full control. But she kept licking, kept giving the Queen of the Night pleasure. Caution was thrown aside as Nightmare Moon lowered her muzzle, finding the white flesh intriguing and inviting. A flat tongue reached past fanged teeth, stroking for the first time over Jenny's mons.

The human moaned into folds before her, she buried her tongue and lips in, wanting to return and encourage the alicorn.

It was easy for the alicorn to relax into this, it was so natural to show affection and receive it, it felt good and right and… Nightmare Moon trembled as the magic started to flow back out of the human's body, coming from where it was sent, it was no longer dark as the night. Fitting her snout to the woman's pubic mound, the alicorn drank down the rainbow-colored magic, feeling it flood back into her and banish parts she never knew she disliked. Her armor was gone, her fangs too.

Luna didn't hesitate in the slightest, returning Jen's attention with her own, the excitement of discovery and exploration leading each to hungry little sounds from time to time.

Something changed in the dream and Genevieve felt things a little more solidly. She didn't stop, this was one of her nicer dreams. She kept eating out Luna, her arms hugging the alicorn's belly.

Between the human's legs, the attention seemed to change a little, first a hesitant lick, then another, finally more. The dream settled back around Jen like a blanket and she relaxed again, eyes closing, she didn't need them to explore the mare.

Luna's eyes snapped open. She was hot, bothered and oddly relaxed despite it. "Never again will I venture into human dreams…" She had forgone the royal plural, but her words tempted her. Could she really resist? That new human's dream was a typical one in a sense, she was a hero, but in another it was just a pony wanting a little fun time in her own head.

Author's Notes:

Oh Genevieve, you really do have an active imagination, comes with being so creative, I guess