Consciousness came back to me in the void. Laying flat, splayed out on the floor in the same position I had collapsed from exhaustion in, I was alone. Twitching, my eyes opened up, only to find me in that familiar inky void. There was nothing to see out there, but it was different from being in a pitch-black room. I, for instance, could be clearly seen. It was as if I instinctively thought of my body as something that existed in light, even if no source was casting it.

My mind felt a little foggy but I could piece together what this was, the dreamscape. I walked across the blackness for a moment, though the gesture felt futile. If the place I had walked from was identical to the place I arrived at, had I really moved? Concentrating for a second, I materialised a circle of stone bricks underneath me, like a town square. Around the edges, I placed some plinths; but I made nothing more. Since my run in with the changelings, I was done with grand illusions. After what felt like a few minutes, during which I had settled onto a plinth to contemplate the moments before my sleep, I heard a noise. It was a gentle crackle, like the snap of kindling in a fireplace.

Turning, I heard a familiar voice call out to me.

“Brian!”

Descending through the void, I saw the night princess gliding gently down towards my dream construct. Like a feather, she landed in the centre of the circle before folding up her wings and bowing at me. I was still a little cautious, though far more optimistic. This one knew my name at least.

“Yes! Tis so. Allow us to remind thee. When we first met in the dungeons, thy claw was lodged in the cuffs around thine wrists.”

Face darkening, I turned away from Luna for a moment in my embarrassment. “It’s good to see you too, Luna.” She just smiled, nodding.

“We do not fault thine caution. This was likely the most reassuring of ways we could address thee. The art of dreamwalking hast only ever been known by us and our most trusted acolytes. And, since our return, sister has told us that the skill has died out. We can safely say that, in here, thou art free of changeling deceptions.”

“So, what happened?” I asked, eager to know if a battle was still raging on while I slept.

“Thou will be gladdened to know that the changeling queen is safely in the dungeons. Her name is Chrysalis and she is known to our sister and us.” Luna grumbled, rolling her eyes. With a snort, she fumed, “we would have done worse to her than freezing, had she given us a chance. But, when we did arrive to the gorge, we found their damned queen waiting in ambush and every nook and cranny filled by her damned brood.”

The dreamscape briefly shifted. In the sky shone a rendering of a pony's point of view which had to be Luna’s. The viewer was at the bottom of a great crevice in the earth, easily two hundred feet deep. All along the stony walls, a great swarm of changelings were frozen mid-crawl to the onlooker. There were enough to have painted the grey stone black, easily three hundred just in sight. In the periphery of the still shot, I could see a familiarly long, crooked horn glowing brightly. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the frame faded back into the night of the dream.

“We know thou canst get hungry after waking up like this, so we have told the palace chefs to begin making a feast to commemorate thine feat of valour over the changeling queen,” Luna said, forcing a smile onto her face. She was avoiding the elephant in the room. After a second of looking at her, I pushed the question.

“What about the kiss, Luna?”

Luna’s ears flicked with trepidation and a blush worked its way over her cheeks. She was having trouble looking at my face.

“Right, that,” Luna noted, rubbing her left forehoof against her right. “Well, you see, Changelings feed off the emotions of other species. We understand that the pods they put us in were designed to both immobilise us and inflame all of our emotions for the purposes of feeding. We acted without thinking,” Luna asserted, putting a hoof down in the dreamspace.

“But they were your emotions?” I probed, looking at the evasive pony.

“Thou hast been the only friend we have made in Canterlot. We art the night princess, something to be either feared or scorned for our sins. Thine acceptance fostered a lot of feelings in us.” Luna looked away, ashamed. Exasperated, she stressed, “thou wert also an outsider to Equestria, just as we are. In your militancy, we saw a facet of our past we didst remember fondly. The stallions of today are not like those of yesteryear. All of ponykind has grown soft in our sister’s long peace. ‘Tis only natural that we would see a sort of kinship in thee!”

Stomping in a circle, Luna was working herself up. Pointing a hoof at me, she accused, “then thou didst fight the changeling queen to save us! Did thou think that that would mean nothing to us? That we would just continue on? Proclaim ‘Oh, huzzah, Brian. Now the chef shall prepare thee a special meal.’ Of course it meant something to us!” Luna was glaring at me now, her fuzzy ears were perky and alert, twitching occasionally. In defending her actions, Luna had worked herself up to a visible anger.

“So, when you kissed me, you were thinking about how you felt about me?” I asked, somewhat dumbfounded. I was a monster. I don’t think that I could show that kind of affection towards myself.

“We do not wish to talk about the kiss any longer, Brian. It is not important.” Luna’s brow furrowed and she turned her head away from me icily.

“Please, Luna,”–I started, trying to make eye contact with the night princess–“I just want to know what your feelings are-” I was interrupted mid-sentence by Luna slamming a hoof against the dreamspace with an ethereal ‘crack’ reverberating through the nothingless around us.

“‘Tis irrelevant, for they are unreciprocated!” Luna snapped, pacing irritably towards me. Glaring, she leaned at me with her wings extended behind her, like a pointer dog hewed at its target. I felt anger welling up in me. She was being unreasonable and trying to sideline discussing her feelings and it was making her difficult to talk to.

“And what if they’re not unreciprocated?!” I shouted, pushing back against Luna angrily. “What if”–I stalled, realising what had been said. Winding down, each word was spoken with less force until I was barely above a whisper–“those feelings are not unreciprocated?”

Luna’s eyes shot wide open and her ears did a full reversal, straining back against her head. Like the breaking of glass, a great ‘crack’ echoed across the dreamscape. Breaking away the dream shattered into pieces that fell away into void with the roar of a rushing stream and the chimes of broken glass.

And then I woke up on a bed.

I took a moment to collect myself. I was in the castle suite the sisters had lent me. That was- that was good. I found it hard to focus with what I’d said to Luna so fresh in my mind. I liked her? I mean, she was great, definitely my favourite of the ponies. But had I really spent that much time thinking about ponies in that way? Okay, she had a crush on me and I had a crush on her. That was pretty big, but could we-

My thoughts were cut off by a sudden bright flash of light in the room. Standing in the centre of my suite, under the chandelier, stood the night princess in question. Eying me provocatively, she trotted over to me slowly as I stepped over the side of the bed.

“Thou likest us?”

Thoughts swirled around my head, all the reasons to say no. The differences of our species, my tenuous existence in this world, the shortness of our relationship. There were so many reasons to box myself in and push away the pony. Finally, I worked up the determination to speak truthfully.

“Yeah, I like you, Luna.” I think I surprised myself there. But still, the words kept flowing.

“I think you’re pretty, I think you’re smart, and I know you’re strong. I like that you know me for being more than this monster,” I answered, lifting a bony hand, claws and all, between us. “It hurts me to think about you not getting the love and attention you deserve. I want to get to know you better and learn more things to like about you.”

The lust induced sultriness in Luna’s eyes died for a moment. Extending her wings, she rushed my chest and buried her head in it, hugging me tight.

“We like thee too, Brian. We like thee. We like thee, and we really feel the need to lay with thee right now.” She wasn’t talking about napping.

The changeling goo seemed to be affecting her hard. I was starting to worry about whether this could be called consent right now. Maybe it would be better to try another time. Putting a hand on Luna, I pushed her back from me and looked into her face.

“I like you, Luna. But I don’t want you to feel compelled by anyone else else to be with me.” Gently, I cupped the side of Luna’s muzzle in a hand. Staring in my eyes, Luna blinked and shook out of my caress.

“No, we want this, Brian. Changeling goo can magnify existing emotions, but not create new ones. This is just the”–Luna waved a hoof in the air, searching for a word–“shove that made us realise how we felt. We also apologise if it has also made us testier than usual.” Luna bowed her head, a soft wince of embarrassment crossing her face.

“It may have taken the infernal Changeling Queen’s meddling for us to see it but…,” Luna trailed off, looking away with a blush. Head dipping ever so slightly and with a flutter of her ears, Luna angled her head back to me. “If thou wilt have us,”–Luna pleaded breathily, eyes locked firmly with my own–“we would be appreciative if thou couldst assist us with this burning passion that hath been hoisted upon our body.”

The words hung in the air for a moment as Luna just looked to me with her lidded eyes, searching for a response. Leaning in, I gave Luna a soft peck on the tip of her muzzle. I wasn’t sure how the bony jaw of a stag was able to approximate a kiss, but I didn’t care right then either. Neither, apparently, did Luna. Lighting up like a Christmas tree, her beaming face was the last thing I saw in the room before her horn blazed and teleported us both into a dimly lit room.

It took me a second to adjust to the light. We were actually somewhere I remembered, Luna’s bedchambers. Only, now the blinds were drawn. Was it daytime? Did Luna prefer the vista to the night sky? In any case, only a handful of small candles illuminated the room. It was as soft as I remembered, resplendent with cushions and beautiful fabrics. Luna had teleported us immediately over her bed, the satin sheets of which we gently fell onto.

Oh my god, we were really going through with this. I felt nervous, a lifetime of taboos crashing against me all at once. But then I saw Luna, absentmindedly trailing a hoof through her hair as she watched me from the other side of the bed. She needed this right now and was struggling from the changelings. I wanted to help her out. I liked Luna. And, really, that was enough for me.

Sidling up to Luna, I reached around her back to the metal peytral over her neck. I had never been good at unlatching bras but, thankfully, the metal accessory came free on the first try. Bringing it up and over Luna’s head, her mane was lifted and then spilled out freely over her face as the ethereal strands settled back down. Gently, I brushed a hand across her face, clearing the floating strands out of her eyes and revealing her warm smile. With a muted glow of her horn, the peytral, her tiara, and the four horseshoes on her hooves floated across the room and landed gently on top of one of her side tables.

Biting her lip, Luna leaned against me and pushed me into the sheets. Happy to let her take the lead, I fell back onto the bed, grinning wantonly at Luna. With a carnal need, she nuzzled her way into my fuzzy groin, hunting for something. Feeling her brush around, sent tingles through my pelvis. I had, as any man would, checked once or twice to see what my package looked like in this new body. But my crotch was one of the numerous areas on this body that was covered in dense fur. Also, I was fairly sure that my old penis had been replaced by a sheath. I had been around enough animals to know what that meant. There was no way to see what I was working with until it was ready to come out. Honestly, I never expected that I would be seeing it. But, oh man, feeling Luna’s head between my legs was getting me worked up.

Feeling a rush of blood to my pelvis and sensations from a limb that I had never perceived in this body, I pushed up against the bed and looked to a triumphant Luna, her eyes wild with lust-intoxication. And, firmly in her grip, my- damn. Like a stuffed bear, Luna had a girthy deer cock in her grip, one that was attached to me.

“Oh, ‘tis your member? We are glad that our bodies are not so incompatible.” Luna trilled, eying up her prize.

“It wasn’t”–I paused–“always like that.” Humming, I suggested, “maybe you can get me naked in one of your dream visits.” If we could find a way to get me to sleep naturally, anyways.

“We would like that,” Luna cooed, seemingly distracted by something. “But right now, we would prefer to get thine member nice and wet. Dry entrances are not nearly as pleasurable.”

Running along the length of my penis, Luna’s rough tongue started slathering saliva along the member, stimulating me all the while. Swirling her tongue, she was making sure to taste every inch of it. A low moan escaped me before I started shifting. There was no reason for this fun to not be mutual.

Luna, laying on her side, seemed surprised when I shimmied beside her. We were different species and this wasn’t a porno shoot. When I stuck my face in her sex, it wasn’t some high intensity two people above each other 69. Rather, it was just two people laying on their sides and enjoying the experience of exploring one another’s bodies.

Starting with a long lap against her labia, I moved on to suckling Luna’s clit, which she gave an appreciative hum for against my penis. It was interesting to look at the differences between a human and pony vagina. The shape was largely similar, but the ponies seemed puffier, more elongated, and had a large vulva. Furthermore, the small perky breasts that sat just above Luna’s vagina were near impossible to miss. But, feeling Luna’s hindlegs squirm against my assault on her clittoris, I decided that our two species were similar in all the ways that mattered.

A thin layer of pre had trickled out of my cock and Luna was busy applying it around the shaft with her tongue. For someone who had apparently had a thousand-year dry spell, she was doing incredible work with that mouth of hers. Looking up to me sultrily, she maintained eye contact while lathering my cock. God, that was doing it for me.

Her breath hitching, I felt Luna take in the heady musk of my cock one last time before pulling back from it. Giving one last sucking kiss to the nub of her clit, I leaned back and looked to Luna.

“Thou, ah, knowest what thou art doing with thine tongue,” Luna complimented breathlessly. “Thou could have finished us off and dealt with the changeling’s goo if we had let thee. But thine member is ready and we wouldst still like to feel thee inside.”

Using my chest as a wall, Luna pushed back from me with a forehoof and fell back against the headboard of her bed, leaning on her pillows. Wrapping her wings around her hind hoofs, she lifted them in the air, revealing her puffy pink sex to me. Holding herself in that supine position, tiny quivers shot through her legs while she waited for me to ravage her. Silky eyes watching me, Luna’s horn lit up and along the edge of her engorged sex, the vulva pulled back a bit and revealed her tempting depths.

“What art thou waiting for, Brian? Will our noble knight not ‘save the princess?’” Luna husked wantonly. Letting her magic ebb, the glow around her slick vagina faded and it snapped back to place, the fleshy mound jiggling slightly with the movement. When Luna smirked, I realised that she had seen my obsession with her sex.

Rather than shirk or try to fumble an explanation, I leaned into it. She knew I wanted her, I wanted her. Sinking a hand into the pillow beside her head, I loomed over Luna. My cock knocked at the entrance to her vagina. Biting her lip, Luna opened her mouth to tease me more. Instead, I pushed through her folds with a long thrust and Luna made a strangled noise of pleasure. My thrusts were slow and long. Pleasure was building up in me and I wanted to enjoy the moon princess for as long as I could.

After the third stroke, Luna’s wings puffed out against the bed and she pushed herself up to lock around my back, still impaled on my cock. Independently of me now, she was stroking my member with long, steady thrusts, as if savouring each one. Each time she slid back down my cock and my balls slapped against the twin moons of her ass, she seemed to grow more and more dishevelled.

“Oh BUCK, BUCK YES!” Luna shouted, throwing herself against my waist. We hadn’t been going long, but she was getting really into it. She was so deep in the motions that I didn’t even know how to move without killing the pace of her long strokes. On the tenth stroke, Luna let out an unintelligible, keening whine before her legs buckled and she fell back against the bed.

Ears perking up as if suddenly alert, Luna’s shaky legs flailed against the soft bed and she tried to stand up and turn around to face me, as if presenting herself.

“Are you okay?” I questioned quickly. I looked to Luna’s for some sign of discomfort, but she was hiding her face under that flowing mane of hers. Why had she stopped so soon? Gently, I continued, “did it hurt you at all?” Luna brought her head up and turned to me, lust burning in her eyes.

“To ask”–Luna panted hungrily–“if we were okay after that. Thou art terribly considerate towards us, Brian.”

Luna slid forward numbly, falling onto the bed with a tremble of her hindlegs. Her bubbly rear in full view, I could see her sopping pussy drooling all over the satin sheets. Vulgarly, her vagina’s lips twitched open and closed, as if winking at me.

“We had thought thy kind might cum more prominently,” Luna said penitently. “Apologies for our not pulling out after the fifth thrust, we know thou must still be sensitive. Thine glorious lance inside of us did feel so good, our body did not want to stop.”

She thought I would cum after five strokes? I mean, she felt good. No, she felt great. Sex with Luna was doing a lot for me, but I was still rearing to go, as evidenced by my rock-hard erection.

“We are sorry for being inconsiderate. Thou mustn’t think we usually go so far overboard or are some kind of sex-goddess,” Luna explained, panting and hanging her head forward.

“Luna.” I interjected, trying to draw her attention to my twitching sex.

“It is just that it has been over a thousand years, you see. We really-”

“Luna.” That snapped her out of it. The night princess looked towards me owlishly.

“I still haven’t cum yet,”–Luna’s eyes wandered down to the girthy erect cock by her sex, glistening from sexual juices, and she did her best impression of a fish–“so if you are happy to continue, I’m still ready to go.”

Luna was frozen, fixated on the twitching cock hovering over her vagina. Collecting in the corner of her mouth, I saw a bead of drool drip against the sheets, escaping her notice.

“What kind of stallion can–” Luna trailed off wordlessly, transfixed by the cock.

Independently of their head’s lust-drunk ramblings, Luna’s legs pried themselves wide once more, arousal running down the fur of her hindlegs. That was all the answer I needed. Clutching Luna tight, I shoved my tongue into her lolling mouth, wrestling in her mouth. Sucking on her tongue, I felt her jerk in my grip as my sex prodded at her drooling entrance. Out mouths still locked tightly to one another, she let out a muffled mewling cry as I thrust deeply back into her well lubricated vagina.

Eyes rolling up, Luna was shaky, almost unresponsive as I wrapped my legs around her hindhooves and started a vicious pounding assault on her pussy. As I flattened her G-spot, the most Luna could manage was desperate seductive begging for more when we left each other’s mouths for air. And the pounding continued and continued. I had no frame of reference for what a mare who expected no more than five thrusts was experiencing under the assault. But, if her incoherent ramblings and the violent shakes that periodically consumed her legs were any indication, she was having an above-average experience.

Feeling fire pooling in my abdomen, I pistoned harder and harder into Luna’s depths. My pace becoming varied, I was losing myself in the motions. A low groan ripping through my throat, it felt like shockwaves of electricity were shooting through my legs. One thrust, two thrusts, on the third, I buried myself deep inside her. Like a firehose had been turned on, I felt a torrent of cum flood into her waiting pussy. A wave of dizziness overtook me and I had trouble focusing on anything but the pleasure I felt, lodged inside the stunning mare beneath me.

“Fuck, Luna. I love you so much.” I hissed, instinct telling me to hilt as deep as I could while my seed was spread.

After a few seconds, the tide ebbed and I was left huffing deep breaths, a sheen of sweat covering my body. Gathering the presence of mind to look down at my lover, I saw that Luna was gone. Turned on her side, a look of utter contentment was held on Luna’s face. Chest rising softly with her breaths, soft exhalations puffed out of her cute little nose. Leaving my member lodged inside her, a soft trickle of cum dribbled out of Luna’s pussy as the steel-like rigidity left my penis.

Settling in against Luna’s back in the big-spoon position, my arms snaked around her fuzzy barrel. I didn’t think I could sleep, but I definitely needed a moment. And, after catching a whiff of Luna’s cinnamon-like smell, there was nowhere I wanted to be more right now than by Luna’s side.