A Divine Dream

Octavia had never seen much of Luna before she became a Slutprincess. The few times the Princess of the Moon went to Ponyville, it had been to visit Twilight and her friends. Even since becoming a Slutprincess, Luna did not often visit her Whorepalace in Canterlot, too many trips would have been suspicious and Celestia would be decidedly miffed if her millennia-long plan had fallen apart at the last moment.

So, when Octavia saw Luna in her dreams, she was taken aback by the sheer divine beauty of her. A mane that flowed not with hair to fur but instead with the ethereal glow of the night sky. Her skin glistened like water reflecting moonlight, her figure was incredibly and beautifully busty. But it was her ass, the greatest ass in history, that truly drew Octavia’s eyes. Vinyl’s phat ass was to die for, but Luna’s was worth killing for and any order of ungodly actions.

Octavia’s eyes glazed over and shaky fingers were drawn to Luna’s behind like they were made of gold. It was too perfect, too divine, she must touch, but was she worthy?

“We see you see something you like.” Luna chuckled, as she shook her hips invitingly.

Octavia snapped back to reality, forcing her fingers to her side and rubbing her arm with her other hand. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologise for, my dear subject. You are a noble whore and I am your Slutprincess. A true goddess should never leave the prayers of her subjects unanswered.” Luna said, her smile wide and teasing. “And let me be clear that if you were to pray for a taste of this glorious ass, then you are welcome to it.”

Octavia blushed, her eyes trailed back down to Luna’s perfect behind. In the dream world it seemed even more beautiful, the light of the dream reflecting off her ass to make it all the more magical. As if the ass had been made to reflect the light perfectly, or perhaps the light made to reflect her ass.

Octavia was tempted, more than tempted. But only thought kept her focused on her task, the possibility of the fucked stupid expression on Vinyl’s face as her ass was filled with their Master’s cock. The chance to fuck for their Master’s entertainment as he watched, his cock growing harder as he watched. And the opportunity for the two wives to serve him together, to show that even their love for each other was a means to his ends.

“Thank you for the offer, my Slutprincess, but I’m here on other business.” Octavia said, forcing each word out with difficulty.

Luna’s smile grew wider, but lost its playful edge to become sweet and comforting. “Of course, my dear Octavia. Our duty to our Master must always come first, even before our own pleasure.”

She conjured two chairs, for Octavia, a squishy, scarlet armchair, and for herself, a gigantic throne made of purple silks and glittering amethysts. She leaned back, slouching in her chair with a smile on her face. “Whatever is the issue, my child? Why do you pray to me?”

“It’s my wife, Vinyl.” Octavia said, her eyes downcast. She was in awe and felt so small before this goddess. She wondered, secretly, how her Master Spike could ever want even sexy celebrities like herself and Vinyl when mares like Luna existed. “We’ve married some time ago, but when I was brainwashed into embracing my true purpose in the harem, she remained free.”

“Ah, we see the problem. So cruel it is for the two of you to be divided.” Luna said sagely, her comforting voice tinged with sympathy. “But, perhaps the Slutprincess of Lust would be more up your alley? Cadance used to be the Princess of Love before embracing her true destiny, after all. She has experience in these matters.”

Octavia had not considered praying to that.“I admit that I didn’t think of her, you are my true goddess and I am but a humble whore.”

“Then perhaps you would like us to bring her to you? Her wisdom would be most invaluable.” Luna suggested and Octavia briefly considered it before she remembered another key detail.

“There’s one more thing, my Slutprincess. Before I prayed, we had an argument. Vinyl’s nightclub has recently closed down, the competition from the Sugarcube Strip Club and the Apple Family brothels drove them out of business.” Octavia explained, chancing a look at Luna’s eyes.

“Oh?” She frowned in disappointment and sympathy. “That is most unfortunate. It was never our intention to drive other enterprises out of business, only to reform Equestria’s economy into a glittering empire of sin for our Master. But what would you wish us to do about it, Octavia? We cannot put funds into reviving these clubs, it would be a waste of the funds that must be focused on our Diamond’s vision, and our Master’s harem.” She tapped her elegant fingers against the throne. “The most we can do, my child, is hope that the success of our enterprises encourages other businesses to follow in their example. To hire their own strippers and whores and in doing so, bring Equestria one step closer to the Empire of sex and sin our Diamond envisions.”

“It’s not that, my Slutprincess.” Octavia said, her hands now fidgeting. She could not bring herself to look into Luna's eyes. “When she told me that her business had closed down, I suggested she become a stripper or escort.”

Luna let out a gentle laugh. “Why should that worry you, my child? We think it’s an admirable suggestion. It would help her join her true destiny as a plaything for her Master Spike and gain the wealth she needs.” Luna’s smile then became thinner. “But we suspect that she did not take kindly to your wise proposal?”

Octavia shook her head. “No, she seems to treat whores and sluts as disgusting and got angry with me. She stormed out, and I suspect she won’t forgive a second suggestion.”

Two of Luna’s fingers etched into the throne, digging into the obsidian surface and scratching it like it was made of dirt. “That is most unfortunate.”

Luna did not shout or scream, but her distaste was self-evident. “Our sister has spent a millennium trying to stamp out such prudish and conservative beliefs, but they have remained persistent. Ideas can be vexingly persistent, and still common across the land.”

“Yes, my Slutprincess.” Octavia said, throwing herself to her knees before Luna. “And that is why I beg of you to help me show her the light, to guide her to join me at your Whorepalace. I want her to realise her true purpose, I want her to join me in lesbian shows for lewd sluts, I want her to join me as we work together to service our Master’s dick.”

Octavia swallowed, and she had to wipe away a bit of the drool that had started leaking out of her mouth with the back of her hand. “I want her to join me as lesbian **** whores to her Master. And in doing so become a greater sex **** to our Master as well.”

Octavia had poured her heart out, it was her deepest, most **** desire. She knew this now. Should Luna say yes, it would be the first step to her life’s mission. Octavia could feel the seconds pass by, each one seeming to last as long as minutes.

“You are a zealous little worshipper, aren’t you, my whore?” Luna said, smiling proudly and standing to her feet. She walked forward, her ass swaying as she walked. She pressed a finger under Octavia’s chin and lifted her eyes to gaze into Luna’s eyes. “And that faith is to be rewarded. Like we said, it is our duty as the Goddess of Whores to answer our subject’s prayers and so too shall your prayers be answered.”

“Oh thank you, my Goddess, thank you so much!” Octavia said, wiping away tears of joy.

“Stand on thy feet, we have work to do.” Luna said with a grin. This grin was unlike the others, excitement flowed through every contour in her face. “We have a duty to our Master, your wife is a great piece of fuckmeat, we presume?”

“Of course she is.” Octavia said, taking this as the highest compliment.

“Then that will make this all the more thrilling and important.” Luna snapped her fingers and the dream world shifted. The throne and armchair disappeared and around them, visions of Vinyl’s dreams and Octavia’s memories appeared. They circled them like TV screens as Luna studied them like maps and strategies.

“You were not deceiving us when you spoke about your beloved. We believe our Master will have great fun with her ass.” Luna said over her shoulder. Octavia beamed at the compliment, but still was worried. “And besides, this may be an opportunity.”

"Well, yes, of course, it's an opportunity to get Spike a lovely sex ****, and the thought of her fat ass bouncing on Master Spike's dick is enough to make me cum." Octavia said, with what was admittedly quite an unladylike tone.

"Yes, but you have given us a far more exciting opportunity than simply acquiring one sex ****." Luna purred, fingers tapping across her cheeks as her eyes seemed to glint with some mad glee even as her voice remained as poised and seductive as before.

"Oh?" Octavia asked, head cocking with interest.

"Oh yes. You see, we've received reports in Equestria of growing resentment to our sister's most wise reforms. They do not speak openly, but behind closed doors, they whisper, they resent and they dream of destroying all that my sister has wrought over the last thousand years." Luna explained, her voice now tinged with the slightest trace of venom as she spoke.

"That's awful."

"Quite indeed. Your wife, we are sad to say, has been among them. Such resentment might one day become **** and resistance when the glorious day of our Master's ascension comes forward, but as I was saying, we might use this." Luna flicked her fingers and soon, visions of a thousand different dreams circled around them. "They feel so lonely, their resistance to the natural order makes them feel alienated to the world around them. Of course, they could just learn to accept it and embrace it but they stubbornly refuse. But, we believe that we might just be able to help them."

"So, how does this tie back to Vinyl?" Octavia asked. She was starting to worry if she might have bitten off more than she could chew, this entire enterprise was becoming more complex by the minute.

"We have met resistance like this before, both as Luna and as Nightmare Moon. They feel isolated, alone, and they so desperately wish to find someone else who agrees, who feels that the world is going as mad as they feel it is. Just to know they aren't alone and aren't going mad." Luna said, before curtly adding, "As if they weren't going mad by resisting this glorious age that's coming."

She was striding around Octavia like a shark now, talking more to herself than to Octavia as she mused on what to do next. "It would take only a single event to draw them all together, a single performance that they will see they are not alone. Yes, we shall make it a concert, one that the resistant fools will believe was their own design. A concert where musicians will perform to make their feelings known against the sluttification of Equestria, the movements to bring it into a new golden age."

"Why though? Isn't that the last thing we want?" Octavia asked, struggling to understand Luna's logic. Luna smiled enigmatically though, as if pleased by Octavia's confusion.

"Because it is a trap, my dear. A ruse. We'll play our part as passionate musicians, influential businessmares and sympathetic ears to all the most influential and popular celebrities who might oppose our rule. Once all the most famous and influential celebrities in Equestria have joined, we have no doubt they will invite all their defiant, rebellious fans to join them for the activities, and it is there we will spring our trap!"

"Trap? What trap?" Octavia asked, but Luna simply giggled enigmatically.

"Who can say? Perhaps the same siren magic we enthralled you with? Perhaps a visit from Slutprincess Twilight and her magnificent Root of Loyalty? Perhaps some of the delicious apple cider mixed with some of Zecora's finest potions? There are so many ways, but let us first think of our targets." Luna's enigmatic smile became sharp and sinister, like a vampire about to draw blood. "Because we know there are still so many celebrities who resist the light of our Master's embrace. Not just your dear Vinyl, but other singers like Songbird Serenade whose legs would wrap so neatly around our Master's waist. Or Coloratura, whose manager was wise enough to **** her to receive body enhancements for her career. Most definitely, we should seek Sapphire Shores, whose word can make and break a star's rise to fame."

Octavia could see it in her mind's eye, all those delicious, fuckable celebrities. Each of whom still stubbornly resisted the urge to embrace their new reality as Spike's eager fuckmeat, being invited. Each of them preparing songs and performances to protest the new age that they could never stop approaching. Not a single one of them would ever perform the songs they expected, because they would quickly find themselves ensnared under their Master's mind-controlling magic and music, soon becoming the very instruments for the future they once tried to oppose.

"OH, Slutprincess... that's...that's so hot." Octavia panted, tongue rolling out of her throat and drool dripping down onto her tits. "Please, we've got to make it happen, not just for our Master, and not just because it'll lead to Vinyl being enslaved. But because… because..."

"It'll be the hottest thing you've ever experienced?" Luna asked knowingly and Octavia smiled like she had been offered her favourite treat. "Then we shall make it so, and we have only you to thank, my precious little whore."

"Me?" Octavia asked, surprised.

"It was your prayer that summoned us, and your lust that drove us to aid you. It is our duty to aid our whores, but it's up to you to summon us." Luna said, smiling gratefully.

"Oh, it was nothing." Octavia said, humbly.

"We disagree, consider this your reward for proving yourself a true worshipper of ourselves, and proof that we seek to reward your faith." Luna said, smirking devilishly. "We promise that all your dreams will come true."

A/N: Special thanks to CrimsonS4ge for the idea of this arc, effectively making a Woodstuck-esque concert that will turn into a trap to corrupt all the musicians of Canterlot, which will allow us to add Sapphire Shores, Coloratura and Songbird Serenade to the collection. Which will help speed things up and give it its own spin.

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

And special thanks to ShadowLDrago for proofreading this chapter.