I dreamt that I was laying nude in a fountain of milk atop a cloud in a vast starry void. My face was partially under the surface but it didn't sting. I lifted my head in the dream and looked to the statue. It was a fifteen-foot tall statue of Derpy, milk spraying from her nipples and falling down into the basin.

Then the statue looked at me, her stone-gray eyes widening. "Pascal?" she asked in a booming voice. "Oh... This must be a dream..."

"Derpy?" I asked blearily back.

She blinked. "Wait, are you... Are we...?"

A voice called out, "You are sharing a dream, yes. Thanks to me."

Both the Derpy-statue and I looked up to the source of the voice. Unsurprisingly, it was Princess Luna, descending from the stars above us. Her gown and black jewelry faded away as she landed, and by the time her hoof-toes sank into the basin of milk she was completely nude, her toned, lithe 'incognito' body on display. Not for long, though – her curves grew out quickly as she released the minimizers that kept her real endowments contained.

Luna smiled at both of us, having to look up at Derpy and down at me. "I trust you've had a pleasant 'date'?" she asked slyly. "You're both sleeping quite deeply."

Both Derpy and I laughed. There probably wasn't anything in the world that could wake us up.

I was jolted awake, laying embraced with Derpy on milk-ruined bedsheets, by mariachi music.

Two guesses as to who it was.

Discord was blasting away on a trumpet, doing a little jig around the room, while guitars, tambourines, and maracas floated around independently and backed up his melody. Worse yet, the lights were on.

My eyes were wide and probably bloodshot as I lifted my head up from Derpy's boob that I was using as a pillow. Through grit teeth and bleary eyes, I groaned out, "Discorrrrrrd...!"

Discord removed his lips from the trumpet and smirked down at us, while the trumpet continued to make noise without him. "Pascal! Congratulations!! As of this exact moment, you have survived a whole entire week with the power of Universal Acceptance!"

"Wha...?!" Had it seriously been only seven days?

"That's right! One week since that fateful night! One week since the torches and pitchforks! And look where we are now!"

Derpy pushed herself up sleepily, blinking but looking a bit more chipper than I was. "D... Discord? Oh, hey! So I've got you to thank, right...?"

Discord reached down and picked Derpy up. He didn't seem to care that she was nude and smelled of sweat and milk. "And you must be the marefriend!" He spun her around, making her giggle as they danced and swayed to the ghost mariachi band. "Oh, my darling agent of chaos! His shoulder angel and devil all wrapped up in one package! It is I who should be thanking you!"

By the time they stopped spinning, Derpy was dizzy and delirious, her eyes spinning in different direction. "Oh... Thanks, I guess...!"

I was both miffed and keenly aware that getting all pissy at Discord wouldn't end well. Also I was too tired to get super confrontational. "Discord..." I groaned out again. "Thanks, but... Y'know."

The spirit of chaos playfully tossed Derpy back onto the bed, where she bounced and laughed next to me. "Of course, of course. I just wanted to give you some valuable perspective. So much has happened, hasn't it?"

"No fucking kidding..."

"And I must admit," he added, shaking his lower snake-half to the music, "I wanted to tell you how proud I am of some of the changes you made. Especially that stunt at Joe's Doughnut Shop! Making semen and breastmilk acceptable toppings and ingredients? Getting Celestia to involve the Royal Food Administration? Canterlot's top-chef community is scrambling to find the tastiest 'producers' in Equestria, hiring them under the table before the Princesses approve it!"

"Wait, what?!"

"It's absolutely hilarious!!" Discord guffawed. "So much perversion, and nopony's batting an eye! This is exactly what I had in mind when I suggested this to Twilight!"

"Fuckin' great," I spat, patience wearing thin.

"All those ponies, unknowingly carrying out a lewd, twisted parody of their daily lives – I haven't been this entertained since... since..." Discord suddenly tugged on the collar of his mariachi outfit. He was sweating. He pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at his forehead. "If anybody needs me, I'll be in my bunk. In my private pocket dimension."

He snapped his fingers and disappeared in a flash of light. The instruments were gone too, and the lights had been turned back off. It was like he'd never been there.

I slumped back onto the bed, staring off into nowhere in particular. "Great," I muttered. "First Pinkie, now Discord..." Two unpredictable beings who had suddenly discovered/rediscovered their libido thanks to me. There was going to be a reckoning for such things down the line.

Derpy laughed softly and snuggled up beside me. "Now where were we...?"

I heard myself snoring before I even lost consciousness.

I felt like it took a while to start dreaming again, but it could've been the next minute as far as I knew. We were back in the starry expanse. As I got up and looked around, the surroundings started to coalesce into a different form.

Our field of clouds became a silky-smooth bed, next to a gigantic Olympic-sized pool, or bath. We were in some kind of open-air structure held up by marble columns. An orange-and-violet sunset sky dotted by stars were visible past the columns surrounding the pool.

As I stepped out of the bed, Derpy shifted and got up beside me. Her hand reached out to grab my arm. Her touch felt not-quite-tangible, but I felt a solid connection to her nonetheless. "Pasky?" she asked. "Are you there?"

I looked back at her. "Dreaming? Discord just happened?"

Derpy nodded. "Yeah." She put a finger to her chin and added, "Though I guess it'd be difficult to tell if we're actually having the same dream or just characters in each other's dreams, projecting what we know onto each other..."

I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. It felt pretty real that time.

She hummed into the kiss and ran her hands along my arms. "Okay. Nevermind, we're here."

I pulled back and nodded, then looked back over the pool. Following my instincts, I approached the water and stuck my toe in. It was a perfect temperature – though whether my idea of 'perfect' was cool or warm seemed to change by the second.

A moment later, something crested the surface of the water and rose up. It was Princess Luna's head, followed by the rest of her, except... a younger Princess Luna? As she took the steps up to the edge of the bathing pool, she barely came up to my shoulders at the top of her head. Her mane was a solid brighter blue instead of a waving starry nexus. Her breasts were still a tad bigger than even Fluttershy's, but they had a much more youthful perkiness to them, blatantly defying gravity and challenging it to speak up. I remembered seeing this version of her in Princess Celestia's vision of the early past, when ponies had first been created by the Masters.

Young Luna bounded up to me, crushing her soaking wet beanbag-sized breasts against my torso and resting her arms on my shoulders, giving me a sultry look. I blushed and my hands hesitantly went to her bare, slim waist, inadvertently confirming that yes, this young version of Luna still had plenty of booty, too. "Hey there..."

"Luna?" Derpy asked, getting up from the bed as it faded away from importance. "Is that you?"

The alicorn nodded at us and led us down to the pool. There was enough room in one of the rounded corners for us all to submerge comfortably, snuggling against each other. Young Luna took the center, while I was on her left and Derpy was on her right. Those big blue breasts bobbed in the pool in front of us, and it took all of my willpower not to dive right into them. Perhaps somewhat literally.

"There's been... something I've been meaning to ask you about," the youthful Luna said to us slowly, looking at me in particular.

"Is it, uh, about the harem?" I asked, my heart beating a little faster.

She laughed and looked back at Derpy. "I see thou hast spilled the beans already, hmm?"

Derpy seemed confused for a moment, but smiled bashfully. "I mean, I guess... Didn't think it had to be that big of a secret, though."

Luna gave Derpy a playful poke on the nose, making the pegasus's face scrunch up cutely. "It is no matter. I never told you the full extent of my interest, anyway." She turned back to me, though her arms reached around both our waists beneath the water, hugging us with each arm against her mighty bosom. "You see, to make a long story short, I never had much of a childhood. The moment we were created, we were slaves to the mighty Masters. They were not 'parents' to us in any meaningful way."

Derpy pouted and rubbed the alicorn's back. "Aww..."

"Simultaneously," Luna continued, "they were our greatest sex partners, fulfilling all of our needs. Needs that they instilled in us in the first place, but nonetheless." She smirked and leaned her head against my shoulder, her horn brushing against my cheek. "So I'm thinking, if I'm going to be a part of this relationship... I might strike down two windigos with one spell, so to speak... Daddy~"

I recoiled in shock. Derpy did the same. "D-Daddy?!" she sputtered.

Luna turned around and snuggled lewdly against her. "And of course, I'd need a loving, caring Mommy too, one who could give me the milk I need to grow up big and strong~" She ducked her head and suckled expertly at one of Derpy's teats, gulping down a spurt of milk that she instantly drew from the pegasus's chest.

I was flabbergasted, my face feeling completely red. "Uh... That's some pretty heavy kink to just... sorta jump into!"

The mischevious, playful alicorn sister removed her lips from Derpy's nipple with a lewd 'pop,' before turning to face me. One of her hands reached down to my chubbed cock beneath the water. "That may be. But tell me you don't want this, one of the most powerful beings in Equestria, worshiping your cock, relying on you for love and affection, calling you Dadd–"

"A-HEM."

All three of us looked to the side of the pool... where the adult Princess Luna was standing, still nude and giant-titted and looking quite impatient. You could tell her hands were on her hips only because you could barely see the angled tips of her elbows on either side.

I looked back to the 'young' Luna, then the 'modern' Luna... and then busted out laughing. A perfect cocktail of shame and amusement swirled through me, making me cackle until my breath was gone with a pained wheeze.

Welp, time to get murdered by the Princess of Dreams, I guess.

The 'young' Luna shrunk, quite literally shrunk, until she had disappeared from existence, leaving a vacuum of space in the pool between me and Derpy. Luna sighed and walked over to the edge of the pool where we were sitting, saying, "If it's any consolation, Pascal... that is the strangest thing I've seen in your dreams to date."

I half-laughed, half-groaned and rested my pounding head against the bathing pool's rim. I hadn't realized it was possible to get an aneurysm while you slept.

Luna stepped into the pool where her counterpart used to be, her mane flowing behind her. When her starry hair met the water, it swirled with color like a beautiful nebula, bleeding out into the water like dye. She settled back against the wall of the tub and wrapped her arms around us, smirking. The Princess's horn lit up with bright blue magic. The temperature of the water warmed up as the great bathing pool turned into a hot tub, and the ornate open-air bathhouse turned into a private garden.

"If I had to make a guess," Luna said slowly, savoring the moments I was on pins and needles waiting for her judgment, "after that rude interruption, I was ejected, but the link between you remained just enough for you two to reconnect in sleep. And you were expecting me to reappear, which is why your combined minds created that... fantastical dream character."

I lifted my head finally and gave her a confused look. "Wait, so that was..."

"...both of us?" Derpy finished.

"I have many kinks, but Daddy/Little Girl play is not one of them!" I insisted.

Derpy threw up her hands in exasperation, splashing the water. "Well of all the ponies in the world to adopt, I certainly wasn't thinking Princess Luna!"

The Princess laughed and squeezed us against her with her powerful arms. "Worry not! Dreams are, sometimes, the subconscious working through problems we don't know how to solve yet. You must have discussed children at some point tonight, yes? And you both want to continue bedding me, but that's no surprise..."

Both Derpy and I looked away sheepishly.

Shrugging, Luna said, "You're far from the first ponies I've seen who dream of a special way to comfort me, to be a comfort for my perceived loneliness. You won't be the last."

I sighed and nodded. That made enough sense. "You certainly seem more 'together' than most of us here."

"Nonsense," Luna replied teasingly. "I've just tackled my problems the same way anypony else does: Through hard work and the support of my friends." She released us from her arms and rested them on the edge of the hot tub. While we weren't looking, the scene had changed again to the deck of some kind of tropical mountain lodge. The tub had also shrunk a bit, meaning Luna's gargantuan breasts were practically taking up all of the space that Derpy and I weren't.

I coughed and cleared my throat a bit. "Do, uh, you count me among those friends, Princess?"

"That's the primary reason I've come to you," she said. Luna stepped up from the tub, water dripping from her breasts, rear, and tail. She stepped out, a moon-motif'd towel materializing in her hands, impossibly humongous enough to close around her chest. The dream-scene changed again, and now we were inside, towels wrapped around our bodies, looking out through a glass wall as we sipped cocktails and lounged in the entertainment room of the lodge. "Miss Derpy and I have already... become well acquainted, and perhaps it wasn't fair to do so behind your back..."

I waved my martini glass dismissively, before wondering when I had picked up a martini glass. "Literally do not care."

Luna smiled from the alicorn-sized couch she was lounging on. Her towel hung loosely around her goddess-like curves. "I'd like to be friends with you too, Pascal. Not just as a source of precious human semen, but as a remarkable individual who overcame his own lusts and fears to make the ultimate sacrifice."

Derpy just looked on at us, grinning with pride.

"There are a hundred other reasons, of course," Luna admitted. "You're the Avatar of Acceptance. You're my sister's therapist. You and Miss Derpy stand a real chance of making great changes to the Equestrian way of life. I owe you a great debt for my role in my sister's subterfuge against you back when you two were enemies. But..."

Suddenly, I was sitting on the couch, and Luna's hand was on mine. Had I sat down? Or was time and causality as malleable in a dream as the scenery?

"Putting all that aside," Luna said, "I wouldn't mind being..." She seemed to lose some of her steam, glancing away bashfully. "...more than professional."

Derpy rested her boobs on the back of the couch behind us, grinning down at me. "She gave me a big ol' speech too, Pasky. She likes to cover her bases almost as much as you do!" Luna shot her a cute little indignant pout.

I chuckled and looked back into Luna's eyes. "You're the Princess of the Night. Basically the coolest pony I can think of. Of course I'd love to be friends with you. Even if I've got a hundred other reasons of my own, too."

"Of course," Luna agreed. She sat up straight and looked out over the veranda, admiring the landscape of purple trees and orange skies.

Derpy flapped her wings and hopped over the couch, landing on the other side of Luna and snuggling into her. I did the same from the other side, and the three of us sat there for a little while, all out of words for the moment. In our busy, busy lives, we all agreed that a little peace and quiet was precious, even if it had to come from our dreams.

Luna spent what seemed like a minute or two opening and closing her mouth, deciding what to say next. Eventually, she sighed and said, "There is... one other reason I wanted to visit, besides the social call."

As always, Derpy caught on quick to the deep concern underlying Luna's voice. "What is it?"

"My sister is... having a bad night," Luna said delicately. Her towel was suddenly replaced with more casual clothes – an obscenely stretched t-shirt and denim shorts. I was clothed in a robe as well, though Derpy was still nudist as usual. "Twice this evening I've had to intervene in her nightmares. I won't divulge more than that, out of courtesy, but you can guess at their contents."

"Oh geez..." I muttered, not sure what else to say.

Luna nodded with a grim expression. "I'll be honest, human – I'm hoping you have some plan, or at least some words of encouragement for me. I've never agreed with Celestia's most prudish ideals, but I hate to see her suffer."

I leaned back against the couch and stared off into space. The way the sky outside rapidly shifted to a starry night, that was almost quite literal. Truth was, I'd only recently begun to get a plausible idea for how to treat Celestia. "...Regression therapy."

"What?" both Derpy and Luna asked at the same time. Derpy peeked over the tops of Luna's breasts like they were a fence between us.

I let out a deep breath and tilted my head to the ceiling. The stucco fizzled away until an unobstructed view of the night sky was above us. We were in lawn chairs now, watching an imaginary meteor shower. The constellations above formed an outline of Celestia's face, alternating between her diplomatically happy and lewdly devastated expressions.

"I think the Celestia of the past, the former slave, has something valuable to say to the Celestia of the present. Present-Celestia locked that personality away, projecting all her sins and failures onto it, letting it fester and gnaw at her for years." I looked over at Luna, who looked worried but thoughtful. "I think the only way to get Celestia to heal and come to terms with her sexuality... is to basically let that past personality out of the cage for a bit, shake off the rust and mud. And I think the fastest way to do that is with regression therapy."

"That is... a bold declaration," Luna said carefully, a hand on her chin. "That is no simple technique you're describing. To call it 'the fastest way'..."

"Well, I've discovered I can do enhanced hypnosis, thanks to Spitfire," I pointed out. "In theory, I think I could pull it off."

Luna raised an eyebrow. "Would you be able to do it as soon as your next session tomorrow night, then?"

I cringed automatically, and I wasn't entirely sure why. If I could make Spitfire my deeply hypnotized slave on the first try, using magic I'd literally never practiced before, something like personality regression was within my reach so long as I worded it right. But deep down, I knew I wasn't ready. Celestia needed a viable treatment as soon as possible, but I wasn't ready yet. I needed something.

"I could do it, but right now I'm missing something," I finally said, sitting up in my lawn chair. "A better rapport, maybe? The way we are now, especially if she's having a bad night tonight... I don't think Celestia would be stable enough for that kind of experience, even under my power." I shuddered. "My power's steered her wrong at least once before..."

Luna took a deep inhale through her nostrils... nodded, and stood up. "It's coming together, then. Even if you say you're not there yet, I am encouraged." She forced herself to smile down at me. "Thank you, Pascal."

"No matter what," Derpy piped up, "we'll be there. For you and for her."

I raised a hand to my temple. Something about what my marefriend said stood out to me, giving me an idea. "...Do you think, when I do it, you could be there?" I asked the Princess.

"W-What?" Luna mumbled, balking at the suggestion.

"Maybe that'll help stabilize her," I suggested. "To have someone she loves at 'both ends of the track,' as it were. You were there for her the first time, right?"

Luna's expression went sour. She grabbed her arm with her other hand and looked down at the grass. "Yes..." she muttered. "That's why I've sort of... stayed away from this process. Because back then, I had to do forceful, terrible things to keep her from running back to the Masters." The more she said, the more she seemed like she wanted to disappear from our sight. "There's a distinct possibility... I might be to blame for her... extreme position on the subject."

I wasn't sure what to say to that.

"Forcing somepony to go cold turkey when the freedom of your species is on the line..." Derpy mumbled. "I wouldn't blame you."

Celestia locked away her young, submissive self... because Luna had convinced her it was necessary?

"In a way, I stole my sister's happiness for the good of ponykind," Luna said severely. "I don't think I'd be much good at giving it back."

I covered my mouth thoughtfully and let out a sigh through my nostrils. No wonder Luna had felt both mysterious on the subject and not much help at all besides handing out exposition. I shook my head and put my hands on my hips, looking up at her pointedly. "At least consider it," I said. "Maybe by yourself, you're not enough... but dammit, Celestia needs everypony on her side right now. This isn't just her and me."

Luna appeared struck by that statement, and looked down at her bosom for a moment contritely. "...You're right, Pascal. And I will tell her again I am by her side, always." She gave me a deep bow.

That was all I remembered from that night's dream. Luna had probably left soon after.

Sounds from the bathroom woke me up. The first light of dawn was barely peeking over the horizon. Our room in the royal palace was still destroyed; I would've said I was sleeping in the 'wet patch' of milk on the sheets, but that 'patch' was just the entire bed at this point.

Derpy emerged from the shower, drying her mane and tail. "Gotta get back to work today..." she said quietly, apparently not sure if I was awake or not. She walked over to the closet and pulled out her messenger bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Her uniform was probably at the mail depot? I didn't know.

As she turned to leave, I grunted and picked up my head like a lead weight. Derpy let out an 'oh!' and walked back to me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Morning, Pasky," she cooed to me. "Get some rest, okay?"

I took hold of her hand. "Wait..."

"Hmm?" Derpy tilted her head at me.

I shook my head to clear out some of the cobwebs, and focused on the feeling of her hand in mine. My hand started to glow its trademark blue. "I'm givin' you... my aura. Same as mine. The one that kinda lets me do and say anything without... without too much repercussion."

The blue glow traveled up Derpy's arm and settled deep within her chest, making her gasp. "P-Pascal...!"

"It's jus' the same as mine," I mumbled wearily. "No murder, no rape, but you can talk about anything, do or touch anything... Also gonna leave the 'everyone takes your suggestions super-seriously' part out, not because I don't trust you, but hell, it's a pain in the butt even for me–"

I was interrupted by a kiss. My magic pulsed through me and into her as we shared the morning's grasp of our lips and tongues. She pulled away after a moment, smiling with tears in her eyes, and asked, "Why...?"

"Because..." I searched for the right words. "You did something amazing for me. Felt like this was the only thing I had I could give you."

Derpy hugged me tightly. "You didn't have to..." she sniffled.

"You didn't have to chug an Hourglass Potion just to make me feel better about my fetishes," I replied with a grin and a stroke of her wings. "This is nothin'."

She kissed me again, twice, once on the lips and once on the forehead. "Thank you. I can feel it already." She stood up. "Have fun with Trixie, okay? See you at the fashion show tonight, too."

I waved, already lowering my head to the sodden bedsheets. "Love you."

Derpy sounded like she was ready to choke up with happiness. "L-Love you too!" She hurried out the door, and the last I heard of her that morning was her powerful wings flapping her down the royal halls.

I fell back to deep, dreamless sleep for a couple more hours until the sunlight was shining through the curtains. I stirred on my own, but only a few minutes passed before...

Knock knock knock!

I didn't even get a chance to say 'Not decent!' before the door burst open, and a half-dozen ponies in what looked like magical hazmat suits stormed in, carrying mops and chemical bottles and spare sheets. They froze solid as they looked upon the state of the room.

In the light of morning, the disaster we had created was on full display. Pillows, bedsheets, carpet, even some of the wallpaper – all soaked through. Vases and platters knocked off the end tables. Towels and clothes haphazardly strewn about on every available surface. The mattress itself, probably busted or at least severely worn down under the weight of Derpy's mammaries.

I looked to the janitors and threw up my arms in a massive shrug. "You said 'do your worst!'"