Magical
Wet Pony Dreams:
Magical
Dear Diary,
I feel that I should first state my purpose in keeping this record. As of late, I have been experiencing strange and vivid dreams that wake me from otherwise restful and peaceful sleep. I wake feeling flush and out of breath, often sweaty with my bed a wreck from tossing and turning and possibly from unconscious thumatic discharge. Spike has complained that I’ve woken him up with what he refers to as ‘a lot of moanin’ and groanin’’.
Speaking of Spike: If you are reading this, know that I have enchanted this book and will be immediately aware should you continue past this paragraph! If you continue to read this I will suspend your gem allowance and no longer allow you to help Rarity out at her shop until further notice! If you are not Spike; please stop reading anyway.
That out of the way, I feel I must note that the ‘dream diary’ idea actually came from Rarity and Fluttershy. I joined them at the spa shortly after these dreams started and Rarity noticed my frazzled state immediately. Though I kept the details to myself, I did mention my poor sleep and the reaction I had to the dreams. Rarity suggested writing them down in a journal so that I could puzzle over them and tease out any meaning they may have and try to identify a root cause. Fluttershy pointed out that the best way to overcome something you are afraid of is to understand it.
While this was surprisingly good advice, I have to clarify here, that the dreams are not nightmares. They are vivid, intense and intensely embarrassing sex dreams. These dreams are more ‘real’ than any I can ever recall having before. Unlike most dreams I remember, I experience these differently. It is somewhat like playing an active part in a play that I am simultaneously watching from the audience.
To give as full an account as I can, I intend to transcribe the audience’s POV while interjecting my thoughts as I recall them and interspacing current commentary as it strikes me. Though it is not the first of these dreams I’ve had, let me begin this record with last night’s:
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The old dorm room was just as she remembered it. Mismatched, second-hoof furniture was sparsely spaced out in the single room area. It was clean, but far from what she now considered ‘organized’. Loose leaf paper and scrolls covered every available surface and much of the floor as well. It was stacked haphazardly, where the stacks hadn’t become collapsed piles in her absence. The only real concessions to organization in the room, where the walk paths that broke the paperwork up by subject and the small cleared spaces where she would sleep or cook, respectively.
Twilight groaned as she looked over the mess. The notes she needed for the final were located somewhere in the various reams of paper. For the life of her though, she couldn’t remember where. Normally, she lived in the northeast tower on the far side of Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns with Spike. Her official dorm room however, she only used as storage, or to sleep in when the pegasi decided that Canterlot needed a late evening downpour.
(I have just started and already I feel weird writing about myself in third pony perspective! Additionally, I should point out that my dorm room was never as disorganized as this dream sequence would make it seem. If my Cutie Mark didn’t say otherwise, than organization would be my special talent.)
She trotted gingerly past the math scratch sheets and the piles of language comprehension footnotes, pausing briefly to straighten a chemistry notebook that was threatening to collapse a jinga-style stack of scrolls. As she reached the corner of the room where the small nook-sized kitchen was located, Twilight stopped and surveyed a pile of magical theorem paperwork. Using her magic, she held the top part of the stack and leaned in carefully to grip a yellowed piece of paper in her teeth. Watchful of her horn, Twilight slid the yellow paper out and then switched up her magical grip to lift it up so she could scan the text on it. Seeing it was the section she had been searching for, Twilight squealed and danced happily in place while trying to not knock anything over.
(I have been made aware of my sometimes ‘adorkable’ behavior. Even for me this is a bit much, right? Further, I’ve never misplaced important notes like that!)
The mare moved over to her kitchen counter and nosed an empty coffee pot out of the way, so that she had enough room to lay the page down reasonably flat. She spared the pot a second glance, nibbling at an errant strand of mane in thought. She shook her head after a moment and looked back at her notes when there was a gentle rapping at the dorm room door.
(In real life this happened to me far more than was truly acceptable while I was studying at CSGU. You know when you’re just about to get started on something, and then suddenly some pony wants your attention for something unimportant and menial? Story of my early life. Come to think of it, it still is. I just mind it less these days, I suppose.)
“Come in! Sorry about the mess, but I have a test to study up for, for Professor Lu—“ Twilight caught herself as the door swung open halfway and the afore mentioned Professor stuck her head in. “Oh! Professor Luna, what brings you here? I was just getting started at looking over my notes again.”
Professor Luna pushed the door open all the way and stepped inside, smiling gently at Twilight before straightening her reading glasses. She was dressed for class room lecturing with her starry field hair piled on top of her head somehow in a complicated bun. Her bright aquamarine eyes practically twinkled as she reached into her side satchel with her wing tip and drew out a leather bound tome. “We hath figured as much, young lady. Here, We hast brought our prize student another grimoire of antiquities and mystery to devour. However, We must warn you Twilight, the test to come is only partly covered by the actual mechanical application of magic. The rest is about how it impacts the user. How ye feel when you work the arcane is just as important as the working itself.”
(Of course, Princess Luna was never at CSGU while I was an actual student there. I graduated from there four years before my move to Ponyville. I should also point out that Luna, in my dream, was somewhat older looking than she is currently and I think, slightly taller than she actually is. I’m also fairly certain she has no need to wear glasses of any sort. Her over all attire is somewhat disturbing, as it reminds me of a professor I did actually have while at CSGU.)
Twilight nodded and reached out with her telekinetic grip to take the book. She pulled it over to herself as Professor Luna closed the door and started to walk carefully through the piles of paperwork. She turned the book over, examining the binding and the detailed filigree around the title.
“Sapphic Secrets: A by Mares for Mares Guide to the Enchanting World of Enchantments?” Twilight grinned happily. “Oh, Professor! Thank you! I’ve always wanted to read this! It should be insightful!”
(There is no such book. I’ve checked, twice now.)
“Do be careful with it, Twilight. Tis a first edition.”
(EDIT: I checked a third time. Found it in the Adult Fiction section. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ENCHANTING SAPPHIRES!)
Twilight’s eyes widened as she continued to examine the tome, her lips forming a silent ‘Oh’. She then set it aside and turned to look at her Professor. “Thank you again, Professor Luna. But you didn’t have to come all the way here just to give me that. I would have happily picked up after the test in class tomorrow.”
Professor Luna smiled as she tilted her head slightly. “It is no problem, Twilight. Our visit is dual purpose. We wanted to deliver the book, as well as speak to ye about the test tomorrow. We hast no doubt that ye will past the application portion with flying colors. However, it has been our observation that ye always seem to cast spells in a detached manner. That is helpful when working complex tasks, but We feel that ye are losing some of the deeper insights of the process. By not losing yourself in the ebb and flow of the power, ye cannot fully understand it.”
Twilight frowned. “But how am I supposed to do that? If I give up control in order to sense the thumatic flow, wouldn’t the spell or channeling go wild?”
(A sound question that is, sadly, not answered. Though I believe if it were to be answered, I would find the packaging that it is presented in by the dream highly suspect.)
Luna licked her lips, her eyes traveling over Twilight’s form. They focused on her horn first, taking in the minute detail of every curve, edge and point, the mass of it and the texture. Then she turned her focus to the cutie mark on Twilight’s flank, drinking in the details right down to the concept of what it meant. Her gaze was like the lightest touch to Twilight, making her shift slightly and draw in a small gasp of breath.
(These were my thoughts in-dream. I do not know why I was thinking this. Luna was merely looking at me, although in a seductive fashion. Perhaps this was my subconscious mind trying to assuage my ego? I’m not sure why I would want Luna to think of me as attractive. I’ve been told I have a cute flank before, but this feels like it goes beyond a simple physical attraction.)
“Professor?”
“Relax, Twilight. We was just thinking that ye could do with a new lesson in feeling the magic flow through you. Ye need to be sensitive to its touch if ye truly wish to master it.” Luna glided closer to the younger filly soundlessly and lifted Twilight’s jaw with one delicate hoof. “Would ye like us to teach you? Tease out a greater understanding from inside ye?”
“Oh yes, please. I want nothing more than to learn.”
(As I write this down, the more and more that our dialogue sounds like something found in a cheap dime-store tawdry novella. Sadly, I feel that if I could, I would reward my libido for coming up with this situation. It would probably work on me in real life.)
“Good.” Luna smiled and leaned forward to give the tip of Twilight’s horn the gentlest of licks. Her tongue was both softer and warmer than anything Twilight could remember touching her there before and it felt beyond wonderful.
“We desire ye to just relax and focus on the feelings, Twilight.” She pushed out her tongue again and made it tense and licked her horn tip again with more force. It made Twilight sway a bit from the pressure as much as the pleasure. “Just feel with your horn. Tis a sensitive organ and it needs to be treated right for the best results.”
Twilight sputtered, eyes threatening to roll back up. She had never felt anything like this before. A small part of her mind registered that she was getting her first hornjob and filed that fact away as the rest of her faculties wrestled with the overwhelming sensations being shot directly into her brain. She was finding that standing was becoming increasing taxing as Professor Luna’s tongue became soft and cradled half of her length in its warm folds.
(For clarification: I have never experienced a hornjob, nor given one. I was raised to be a proper lady, no matter what anypony may say otherwise. Especially if that anypony is Rainbow Dash.)
“Uhhh… um, Professor? Shouldn’t I be sitting down? I-it’s getting hard to focus and stand…”
Luna pulled her tongue away and Twilight suddenly felt like kicking herself for speaking up. That small, detached part of her mind fetched up the images she had seen before of hornjobs, throwing them up before her mind’s eye.
(I have read several… scandalous publications before, mostly for the articles. Proper lady does not equal prude, Rainbow Dash!)
“If I were sitting, then you won’t have to stress your… um, neck to reach?”
“That is very thoughtful of you, Twilight!” Luna clapped her hooves together happily. “Get comfortable and we shall continue!”
Twilight dropped her tail end to the floor and sighed as the stress in her legs eased. She looked up at the taller mare and gave her a tiny smile before lowering her head to present her horn. “I… think I’m r-ready when you are Professor.”
Luna lowered her head again and this time she placed a tender kiss on Twilight’s forehead, just below the base of her horn before dragging her hot tongue slowly up along its length. Twilight groaned, letting her eyes close. Luna’s tongue slide up and down the underside of her horn for a moment, and then she withdrew it up to the tip and then plunged down with her mouth wide, engulfing Twilight’s horn from point to base in one swift movement. If her tongue had been beyond wonderful, Luna’s mouth was beyond description. The small detached portion of Twilight’s mind made a small note to self that she really liked this before getting overwhelmed by the sensation.
Twilight shuddered and moaned loudly. Luna’s tongue was still licking, gripping and pulling at her and her mouth was a hot and moist heaven. Then the suction started. Her eyes snapped wide, staring at the floor in front of her. Her mouth fell agape as she made little choking noises, her lungs momentarily stilled by the sensation. Professor Luna pulled back slowly, running her lips over the spiral ridge of Twilight’s horn until she reached the tip. There, Luna paused for a breath before dragging her mouth down the underside all the way to the base. She repeated herself, slow tongue glide up, whole mouth down, suck to the tip. Each time she did the suction grew stronger, her mouth never breaking contact with Twilight.
(If anypony—or Spike—is reading this: ignore the hoofprint staining on these next few pages. I spilled some tea and touched the paper before drying them off. Don’t get the wrong idea. Also: STOP READING MY DIARY!)
Twilight drew a ragged breath and squeezed her eyes closed. With each repetition, she could feel a pressure building in her mind. It was almost like the onset of a headache, except infinitely better. Professor Luna was drawing out her magic potential somehow. It was like channeling raw, unstructured mana. Not the casting of a spell, or sustaining an enchantment, but simple potential power. And, Twilight could feel, there was quite a lot of it. There was some sort of block in the way, but she could feel it was soon to give.
She tried to focus, keep her thoughts together and learn what she was being shown. She had always known that a great deal of power lurked within her. Twilight had even successfully tapped that wellspring on occasion, performing magical feats far beyond a pony of her years and experience level. Under Professor Luna’s direct tutelage, she had progressed quickly in learning to control that skill with finesse. But now she was about to break through to a new level.
Professor Luna seemed to sense it as well, and started to bob her head up and down steadily, keeping Twilight’s throbbing horn in her mouth. Luna’s tongue caressed her and her teeth gently brushed over the raised areas, adding a new layer to the complex sensations the organ was experiencing. The detached part of Twilight’s consciousness noted that it was a good thing she was already sitting down.
It felt like a lightning bolt was shot from her horn down her spine to her tail and rebounded, gathering all of the magical potential in her along the way. All of that power released at once; Twilight’s pupils vanished into the white glow of her eyes and her entire body was surrounded by her magenta colored aura as her magic exploded out through her horn and into Professor Luna’s mouth. Luna held herself still, her cheeks puffing out as her mouth was filled. Distantly, Twilight could hear the Professor’s throat working as she swallowed some of the fresh, raw mana. The first wave was followed by a second and then a third as more and more mana shot out of Twilight’s horn. The excess that Professor Luna couldn’t swallow or hold spilled around the edges of her lips. Dense, shapeless globules of magic splattered over her muzzle and Twilight’s mane, sticking to them with ropey tendrils before fizzling and fading away after a moment.
When it finally subsided, the glow in Twilight’s eyes began to fade and her aura dissipated. Her legs felt weak and rubbery. She raised her head unsteadily when she heard Professor Luna withdraw off her horn with a ‘pop’ noise. Luna glowed with the power she had swallowed, but her mouth was still full. As she looked up, Luna leaned down and kissed her lips, feeding the magic back to Twilight. She couldn’t breathe and started to pull away until Luna put one hoof on her shoulder and gently held her. The kiss and feeding sent power back into the spent unicorn, though it did nothing for the trembling in her knees. Twilight swallowed as rapidly as she could, while her own tongue dueled numbly with Luna’s.
It lasted only for a few seconds before Professor Luna pulled away, her foreleg and hoof still buried in Twilight’s mane. She smiled sweetly. “Well, our student? Did ye learn anything? Do ye know what it feels like to channel great amounts of magic through your delicate—and might We add, delicious—horn?”
Twilight nodded mutely, licking her lips clean. She groaned and moved to stand, but her legs only shook more.
“Take it easy, Twilight. There is no rush. The first time is always a bit… mind-blowing.” Luna’s turquoise eyes sparkled. “Keep focusing on the feelings and sensations ye experienced. We expect that our most gifted student will present a full report and ace the test. Won’t you, my dear?”
“Y-yes. I’ll be sure… to give you a full report, Professor!”
“Good! And after ye have done just that, We wouldest like you to give us a personal, physical demonstration. In our office.” Professor Luna stepped back and let Twilight gently slump to the floor in an exhausted puddle.
Twilight strained to hold her head up, feeling far sleepier than she ever had before except after multiple days of cram studying. She looked up at Professor Luna’s sizeable horn and blushed. “Y-yes ma’am!”
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I admit that feeling sleepy in a dream before waking up is odd in and of itself. Everything in the dream just poses questions for me that I don’t know if I can find the answers for. On a base level, I suppose I was merely feeling lonely and my subconscious created a scenario based on that. However, why that particular scenario? Why Luna and not some other pony, or a stallion for that matter? And why, after I awoke, did I feel the overwhelming need to satisfy myself?
On that note: remember to refill the water basin in the bathroom. I don’t want Spike to notice the sudden uptick in late night showers I’ve been taking.
I hope this is the last of these dreams. I need my sleep to be uninterrupted. But, with dreams like this, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to that kind of interruption.