Even though these one-shots take place during certain times in one of my three Ninetale stories, reading these aren't necessary reading in regards to the main stories. However, it is recommended that a person reads the Ninetale in Equestria stories first to understand the context of some of these one-shots.

This one takes place in the first Ninetales in Equestria story after Emmit fought the first shadow mare from the Shadow Organization. Specifically when Luna was up all night thinking about the conversation she had with Emmit during the first part of Chapter Eight: Revelations.

Luna's POV
Dreamscape

I canceled night court because my mind was filled with the conversation I had with Emmit earlier. So, as the many dream orbs swirled and floated around me, I remembered the conversation with him and his question to me. Whether or not I wanted him to stop being the masseuse for the Wonderbolt mares. I didn't know at the moment. But I did know that I was attracted to him. While standing there with the universe floating around me, my mind couldn't help but wonder how I really feel about him spending rather intimate massages with those mares. Would I feel Jealous?

Having an idea of what I could do, I brought the dream orbs of all the wonderbolt mares to float around me. Maybe picturing him with them would stir something within me that would help me answer my questions. Emmit didn't exactly tell me which one of the mares he's been with so far, so it seemed right that I started at the top with Captain Spitfire. After Spitfire's dream orb floated in front of my eyes, it turned out that was a good call. Because she was having a rather arousing dream. So, I reached up and touched the orb to bring myself into her dream. However, I did it in a way where I would just be an observer and not have any direct influence over her dream.

I appeared in the Wonderbolt mare's locker room shower room with Emmit in his naked human form bathing Spitfire. They were both alone in the shower room with Spitfire laying on her back spread eagle with Emmit slowly kissing down her body. No water was running as I stood there watching Emmit lightly kissing Spitfire's neck while his hands explored up and down her body. Spitfire's eyes were closed and her head was tilted away from him to give him better access to her neck. And as he kissed and sucked on her neck, she rubbed her hooves through his hair with a soft moan of approval.

He's already done this to me once, so more than likely this was a fantasy of hers about what she would want from him next time. Usually, he wouldn't be this enthusiastic with his kisses. This is a fantasy, however...

"I love your touch," she moaned lustfully as Emmit kissed from her neck down to her chest. She encouraged him by rubbing her hooves against the top of his head as if she was trying to push him down. So, he kissed her chest as his hands rubbed against each side of her body. "Each kiss of your lips. Each touch of your hands drives me to want you." My eyes locked onto his fingers digging into Spitfire's fur coat as she rubbed his way down her body. My own body began to hum and twitch as I remembered him doing something similar to me. Though, not as sexual. Here in her dream, though, was different. He wasn't just feeling her and kissing her. He was groping and exploring her body while slowly kissing down her body. And both Spitfire and I knew where those hands and lips were headed.

Spitfire's hooves gripped his hair, arched her back up in ecstasy, closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and moaned loudly, "Yes, Emmit. Kiss my pussy. Lick my pussy. Then jam that wonderful cock into my pussy and buck me." She started stuttering her words as Emmit pressed his lips against her pussy lips. Her legs spread wide apart as they could to give him complete access to her entrance. My own body began to respond with heat beginning to build in my own pussy while watching Emmit eat her out. I had no doubt that he was using his tongue and she was loving it. Her body shivered when he reached up and gripped her teats with a couple of fingers from each hand. "B-buck... Oh...bu...yes," she cried out wrapping her hind legs around her head and moving her hips against his lips.

And I watched Emmit eat her out. He spread himself out on the floor of the shower as my ears picked up the sound of his own moans of pleasure. He moved his head around so his lips would move against her pussy lips. His fingers would pinch and twist her teats to make her arch her back and cry out. And I could tell when he sucked against her pussy when he lifted up off of her with a soft pop. But soon that wasn't enough for her.

She lifted her head up and gently pulled against his hair to get him to look up at her. When he did, there was lust in her eyes and in her voice when she told him, "As your captain, I order you to buck me hard until I can't walk anymore. Sit up on your knees, grip my ass, and rub that glorious cock of yours against my pussy and teats." My own heart was beginning to pound and heat began to build in my own pussy as I watched him sit up on his knees. Spitfire spread her legs wide, so he could grip her butt cheeks. And like Spitfire, my eyes looked down at his hard cock as well. It was so different than stallions. Comparable in size and length, his girth and flared head would probably make it better than a stallion's. Spitfire would seem to think so. Her eyes locked onto his cock as he lifted her waist up to rub her pussy lips against his hard shaft.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as she moaned long and loud while moving her waist so her pussy would rub against him. But it wasn't just her pussy lips that rubbed against his shaft but her teats as well. We both watched his shaft part her pussy lips and rub between her teats. I heard Emmit let out a soft moan of his own as his own hips began to move against her. Heat began to build down below as my eyes couldn't help but watch his cock press against Spitfire's pussy and teats.

"Quit t-teasing and buck me," Spitfire growled at him with a slight glare and a roll of her lips.

In response, he stopped and shifted his waist back enough to line up the head of his cock with her pussy. I could hear Spitfire's deep ragged lustful breaths in anticipation. Emmit waited only a couple of seconds before his fingers gripped her waist and with a loud primal grunt, plunged himself fully inside of her. Their bodies connected with a soft smack as she cried out in pleasure. And before she could command him, he started pounding himself into her. His fingers dug into her rump as their bodies slapped together again and again. The wet slapping sound of sex echoed in the room while I moved closer for a better look. It was like my body was moving on its own.

My own pussy was hot and wet with need and desire as my eyes watched the muscles in his arms and stomach work. The slight bulge of his arm muscles and stomach muscles had me spreading my legs while watching him buck the Wonderbolt's Captain. My own pussy winked in need because of what my eyes were seeing. And they were seeing his cock disappear into her and stretch her canal to fit his girth, grunting with effort as he pulled her toward him. And my ears picked up his grunts and moans, her shouts of pleasure as she egged him on, and the wet rhythmic slaps of sex.

Even with my body responding to the sights and sounds of sex, and clearly enjoying it, my mind and heart were trying to sort out my feelings. And answer questions. How did I feel about Emmit? It was very clear to me that I found him sexually attractive and appealing. Especially while watching him buck her with almost animalistic fervor. But am I jealous of her? How do I feel about him touching other mares? About him pleasuring other mares? This was her dream, so he was enjoying plowing his cock into her. His mouth hung open as if in a perpetual moan, eyes locked onto the mare underneath him, and his loud grunts of effort showed a man enjoying thrusting his cock into a willing mare.

I had to admit to myself that I liked the sight of his naked body and even now my mind was putting me in her place. My legs were spread apart while my pussy winked and dripped with need, my wings were spread out wide in arousal, and my eyes locked onto the sight of his hard cock disappearing into her supple flesh. But was my heart jealous of her?

That answer came when he pulled her against him one last time and both of them cried out in sexual satisfaction as they came together. My heart twinged with the beginnings of jealousy at the sight of his cock deep inside Spitfire. At the sight of her pussy gripping, sucking, and milking his cock into her. Jealous at the sight of Emmit's body twitch, his head tilt back, and moan out in pleasure as he unloaded into her pussy. But was this jealousy because of him or the memory of my old lover?

I left her dream while closing my eyes and taking a calming breath. I was still aroused by what I saw and heard. My wings were spread wide and stiff, my hind legs were still spread, my pussy was still wet and hot with need, and my heart was pounding a little in my chest. But I needed to see if this jealous feeling was true or not. Was it because I was jealous of Spitfire having him? Did I want him for myself? And if I did was it because of him or because he has the same mark as Stary Sky?

Another Wonderbolt mare's dream by the name of High Winds came into view. She was also dreaming of him. After touching the dream orb, I inserted myself into her dream to watch. Emmit was in his naked human form. And the mare with the white coat and two-toned blue mane and tail was laying on her back on the massage table. We were once again in the mare's locker room alone. Emmit's head was between her spread-out legs with his hands gripping and massaging her butt cheeks. Meanwhile, her eyes were closed, her head was tilted to the side, and her front hooves gripped the table as she moaned in pleasure. Her hips were moving against his lips for more as he went to town on her. My ears picked up his moans as he licked her pussy lips while concentrating on her clit.

My ears may have picked up the quick and loud gasp of pleasure as he attacked her clit, but my eyes latched onto his long, hard, and throbbing cock. My heart began beating hard in my chest as my eyes went wide as if to take him all in. Without even thinking about it, I stepped up to get a better look. I admitted to myself that I loved the look of his naked human body and the sight of his cock when he was aroused. I also had to admit to myself that I liked the idea of being rutted by him. And I wasn't the only one.

"Buck me. Please, buck me," she lifted her head from the table and looked over her body at him. Emmit stopped attacking her pussy and clit to return her gaze with a lust-filled one of his own. Both she and I waited for his answer, but because he's male I had a good idea of what he would do. However, the mare's body was shaking slightly in anticipation as her hooves clinched and unclinched the table under her. He hesitated for a second as if wanting to build sexual tension and make her wonder what he would actually do. With a smile on his face and lust in his eyes, he started pulling her body toward the edge of the table while kissing her body as he did.

Once she realized that she was going to get her wish, her eyes widened and her breath hitched with a loud gasp as she huskily whispered, "Yes! Thank Celestia and Luna, yes!"

My own heart was pounding in my chest, my nostrils flared with heavy aroused breathing, and my eyes watched him pull her to the edge of the bed, raise himself up, lined up his cock with her pussy, and with a firm grip on her ass, his cock slowly started spreading her pussy lips. My own legs were spreading once more as if he was doing it to me. I could feel how wet and horny this scene was making me as he took his time entering her. "Oh...buck," she whispered as she watched his cock slowly slide into her with wide eyes and quickened breaths.

Emmit was clearly enjoying himself because I moved myself to the head of the table to get a better view of his face. And it showed pure lustful pleasure on his face. His mouth hung open and his eyes were locked onto hers as he sighed in pleasure when he fully hilted inside of her. The mare herself slowly closed her eyes and lowered her head back down to the table with a long low drawn-out moan of, "So good." Her legs relaxed against the table, so he moved his hands from her butt to her teats. And began to pinch and twist her nipples gently between his fingers. And then started slowly bucking her.

With a loud quick gasp, she arched her back with her eyes snapping open with her legs locking themselves around his waist. "Buck," she breathed out a whisper, "Y-yes oh...buck me...yes." She was enjoying him just as much as he was enjoying her. The look on his face showed deep pleasure at touching her body and being inside of her body. She was enjoying being filled with his wonderful-looking cock and enjoying the way his hands touched her; the way his fingers pinched and twisted her nipples.

And my mind was filled with one thought... I wanted that. I wanted him. And my body completely agreed with my mind. I wanted his touch. I wanted to be filled by him. But as I left her dream, there was still one question in my mind. Was it because I wanted him? Emmit Knight? Or because I was trying to somehow reconnect with my old lover?

I needed to know.