Luna had never felt comfortable in the royal court, as to her it had always been the play for her sister’s snivelling sycophants. The lords and ladies constantly chittering like sparrows in a perpetual contest to see who was worthy of the solar princess’s favour. Smiles and compliments expecting goodwill in return, as petty politics and scrounging self-interest saturated the palace like a decadent disease. This had not changed in a thousand years, but even so, Luna found it a jarring experience to readjust to her royal duties after a millennium banished to the desolate moon.

The princess of the night soon finding herself swiftly side-lined by her sibling’s seniority, as by her nocturnal nature Luna was rarely present at negotiations, leaving the mare frequently out of the loop when it came to imperial affairs. In fact, at times Luna felt like she was invisible, as ponies just ignored her unless they paused for a few seconds to chance a quick glance at her curvy cleavage, before rapidly returning to petitioning their preferred princess. The mare treated like a ghost in her own halls, just an object to be ogled instead of her rightful treatment as an ascended alicorn. It was insulting, as to the general populace she had been reduced down to just a shapely rival to her sister’s buxom bust. Luna's filled out figure the first real competition Celestia had had in an aeon, but even so, she despised being degraded to being just a sexy shape to be stared at.

She deserved the respect of her rank, but as of late she only seemed to find it during her slow strolls through the sleep of others. Luna disconnecting from her problems during this task, as instead, she focused on the insecurities of others in an attempt to quash any doubts lingering in the subconscious of her subjects to prevent something sinister from spoiling their slumber. She was in complete control here, and because of this, she found herself drawn ever deeper into the twisting fabric of the dreamscape. The midnight blue mare finding a satisfying sense of freedom here, as unlike the palace there was no pony around to judge her. The mare moaning as her fun bags flopped free with a soft squishing jiggle as the plump puppies were finally allowed to breathe. Her doughy muffin top following like rippling chocolate and soon her hourglass frame was exposed in all its erotic glory, leaving the confident mare to strut her sensual stuff to her heart's content, without the risk of leaving her guards at a chubby half-mast.

The weight of the crown slipping from her brow, just as her restrictive clothing peeled from her plush frame, exposing supple skin to the mild warmth of the immaterial. The princess’s pleasant paunch on full display as the fine silks slipped away, freeing her accentuated assets from the snug fit of the obtuse fabrics. The promiscuous princess having no qualms flaunting her feminine features here, as there would be no scandal, as any onlooker would simply chalk it up to a flustering fantasy. In truth though Luna was not ashamed to admit that more than one such encounter had ended as a “vivid” wet dream when the needs of the flesh overtook her more couth sensibilities as the princess’s professionalism slipped.

The whole affair leaving her feeling like a radiant goddess, as they savoured a moment of intimacy like two ships passing in the night, and just enjoyed each other’s bodies in fleeting fornication. Of course, Luna not only operated on lust, and she took equal pride in fulfilling desires as she did in the more maternal role of helping a filly with her nightmares. The princess finding nothing more liberating in these moments, as it allowed her the interaction, she had been so long deprived. The feeling of her regalia slipping off her shoulder’s exposing the equine’s beautiful body just a bonus, and Luna relished her mantle of responsibility during the witching hours as it was the only way the royal found release. The dreams of others offering a world of wonders, as the impossible became real if only for a short time, and the mare engrossed herself in the creative constructs of others, as each entered imagination was like a breath of fresh air.

Such curiosity what had drawn the equine to this corner of the dreamworld in the first place, as she became aware of a disturbance that had not been present before the elements of harmony had expatriated her from Equestria. Luna waiting for her strength to return before she decided to explore the shadow in Equestria’s collective subconscious, as from the moment she had noticed it the anomaly had her full attention. The inquisitive princess wished to explore the extent of this silent space as surely whoever’s mind it belonged to was in need of her help.

The alicorn was not quite sure how she could solve this intriguing echo, but the queer conundrum currently sat highest on the princess’s priority list. She was completely confident in her abilities, but this was an unknown, and something about that excited the equine to know end, leaving her eager to scope out the odd expanse. It could be something interesting, then again it could just be nothing, either way, she would enjoy the feeling of her breasts bobbing as she walked over to recce the distortion….


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Luna has found a shadow in the dreamscape, and the busty mare is going to check it out. This cannot possibly end badly...

Part one of a two part collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ).

Part two can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/685655

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