After the intimate night before their marriage and the honeymoon prior. Luna, found that she was sitting beside herself.

Tests. One's big and small, were given to her fiancé. No matter how difficult they were, he had astounded her every time. With simple calls of needing nuzzling affection to that of immense edging of one's organ to insane levels. He had passed every single test.

She thought at any moment, he would back stab her. Use her in the ways most common civilians would. To bypass her as any other simple mare with simple needs. To not see her as the gorgeous Alicorn who controlled the night but a weakling.

She was so sure, that at any second, he would say the words: "I don't think this is going to work out."

She couldn't have been more wrong.

When she figured he'd give up, he tried harder. Whenever she felt a nuisance, he made her feel special. When she wanted to be taller then the rest, he made her higher.

It was then and only then, did she know, she could trust him. Her dear, perfect, Comic Sketch.

So now, it was her turn. To quench every desire he had wanted for the past six months.

Six months... Had it really been that long already? Ever since they had gotten married, every month passed by like it was nothing. She supposed it made sense what with how many passionate nights they shared together. It was a shame time fled when one was having so much fun. Or should she say two?

She giggled.

"Luna?" A voice spoke, eager to hear her voice. One she knew accompanied a certain stallion she adored.

"Yes?" Was all she muttered, realizing that her vacant gaze upon her night sky possibly bothered him.

"You've been quiet for quite some time." His trots could be heard behind her as he slowly went by her side. "Is everything alright?"

She felt it best to stay silent, figuring out her words carefully. If she said the wrong thing, she had no doubts she'd despise herself for eternity. Not that anything she would say would hurt him, but as a Princess, she learned to choose her words carefully no matter what the circumstances. The last thing she wanted, was to shatter his dreams. Even if she was one of them.

"I simply wonder if this is truly what you want." Her reply stated calmly, despite the soft crease of worry on her brows. She could only look to him then, uncertain of the predicament.

Yet instead of being hurt by her fears, he only smiled, placing a hoof on hers. "I trust you." He continued. "I love you." A whisper delicate and true. Her ears knew no other sweet noise.

Feeling her heart wrench however, she closed her eyes and simply spoke again. "But what-" Her sentence was cut off as his lips brushed hers at that moment, causing her eyes to open in surprise. Did he just steal a kiss from her lips?

Yet before she could pull back, he had done so already, a look of not smug lust or a bested gaze but one of understanding. He then repeated again, clear as day. "I trust you."

She couldn't help but smile in return at those words, feeling her fears drift away as if nothing happened. So with another close of her eyes, she nodded. "Then ready yourself."

"As you wish, Princess."

She didn't even have to open her eyes again to know he had bowed before her. This had caused her only to smile wider as he trotted back inside their now shared bedroom.

The worrying conversation they just had, was an approval of what Luna was about to do.

As she had thought hard about it earlier, her loyal lover had passed every test and today was her own.

For a while ago, she had seen into his deepest desires. Through the means of her own unique power to see into ponies dreams.

She had seen them months ago, before they had even gone on their honeymoon. She had even masturbated to the dream on some occasions for how perfect it all seemed. Yet she knew, deep down, that such a fantasy was hard to acquire. Even dangerous.

That was why, she was afraid.

She had the possessions needed to achieve his goal of ultimate satisfaction but even then, could she go through with it? Could she really be that worthy of such an accomplishment? Well, today, she'd find out.

If Comic Sketch believed in her, she would as well. After all, he trusted her.

So with an open of her eyes once more, she now readied herself a proud pose, gazing upon her glorious full moon.

She was ready.

With a simple trot, walking in, her body swayed with that of insistent persuasion. Her wet private below beckoning her lover forth and as always, it did not take him long to smell her arousal and follow.

Reaching upon her table of previous and still present sexual torturing devices, now laid upon them both, a series of potions. If not done in the correct order, she would not only fail him but everything entirely. So with a careful narrowed gaze, she gathered her senses to lift every vial above her with her magic.

Finding the correct two she needed, she began drinking a pink and red potion. Not together but separately.

Once done, she lifted the red potion to her lover. "Drink." She commanded.

Not needing to be told twice, her husband instantly sipped the bubbling 'medicine'. Waiting for what would come from drinking it.

With the effects instantly coming into play, she then arched her head back as she cried in immediate arousal. If her swollen wet lips weren't wildly hot before, they were now. It felt like a raging inferno even! Every crease of her folds, a beating clit and flowing juices... Yes, she was ready. But was he?

Hearing a gasp from her lover, she had gained her answer. She turned her head quickly with a lolling tongue, seeing the transformation over take him as well.

There, right below his stomach, was his hardened erection. The way it was pounding violently and beyond control was all the two needed to know that it had worked. For the effects of the pink potion? Well, she needed to continue the next step to know for certain how that turned out.

With nothing but euphoria over taking her senses as well as him. She felt her fore hooves climb up the frail table. With that being enough of an invitation, her beloved admirer climbed atop of her. Planting his rock hard member inside her trembling lips. What a release.

A desperate cry exploded from the two. As all that happened was eager bucking and rocking for a good, solid, five minutes. Nothing but grunts, moans and the occasional squeaks from the table barely holding both their weight. It was as if time didn't exist at all.

Other then her tongue hanging, the eyes in her sockets were the next to roll up in sheer bliss. Nothing mattered but the constant slams of her soul-mate rocking into her. The sheer thought of his balls flicking her clit from time to time. And the sweet scent of their endless dripping pre-cum.

Soon, in no time at all, a shaky gasp was heard from behind her and as soon as she felt him rocket his seed, she ripped out a violent scream alone. Her own eruption over taking her focus, causing small stars to over take her eyes.

Yet despite the orgasm, the two were far from done. In a mere matter of seconds, they had continued. Now on the floor, panting in desperation and keeping her rear end held high, Comic Sketch's own hooves kept her up in place. His meat filled her with more then just the feelings of euphoria. It was that of bliss, love, desire. She knew she could never let him go.

This constant, hypnotic ritual went on for at least thirty minutes. They had changed positions sure, from Luna on her back, being pounded in both holes to even her sucking the divine forbidden 'fruit' in her mouth. Explosion of his seed happened again and again. Clearly pleased with each offering she gave to him. And again, did she in turn be filled with just as many releases as well.

When her desire had died down, she now finally felt how full she was. It had only taken a second of just panting with drool on the floor, that her hoof had rubbed her distended and round stomach.

To anyone else, it would appear she would burst at any minute. Yet this was not the case. This was the power of the pink potion. What she felt growing inside her, was not just the fulfilment of his seed but the quick fertility of a few foals. Growing faster then any normal mare would achieve.

Seeing that her lover was now fluttering his eyelids with how much pleasure he had released. She couldn't help but tiredly giggle in response. Her hooves still rubbing the gurgling but erupted mass that was her belly.

Yet this was not even the end. Not even close.

With a lift of another potion or two, she now forced a green one to approach his lips. He looked to her with confusion but a wink was all she needed to give to him to feel right at home again. So with a sip, he then closed his eyes and waited, showing a small smile the entire time.

Then, as if not noticing. He had opened his eyes to soon think nothing had changed at all. When in fact, it had. There, between his legs, now was his own ripe fruit for the picking. One of a freshly broken in half apple. He, was now a she.

Yet for him, he still had no idea of the transformation and so with this being her best chance to control him, she had floated over a blue, red and pink vial.

Sipping the red and blue potions, she gave the last drop of red and pink to him. He had sipped the two and in a mere matter of seconds, they were back to being beyond aroused.

The only difference was Luna herself.

Now, rubbing a slit instead of a hardened pecker, Comic Sketch gasped as three inflated Luna's were surrounding her. All looking beyond ready for a little fun.

"And now for the final touch..." She purred, lifting the green vial to her lips sweetly, sucking it dry with all three of her counter parts.

"L-Luna..!" Comic Sketch gasped, hearing her now feminine voice for the first time as she watched the three Luna's grow a fierce and hard, throbbing toy. Rivaling that of even her mighty used member from before.

Luna was now a stallion and Comic Sketch a mare. The fun, was now truly ready to begin.

All three of the enchanted princess' of the night, licking their lips or chuckling seductively, found their perfect place before the trembling mare. One in general rolling her hoof over as a demand.

Needing no time to decipher the meaning, she flipped on her back, shaking with anxiety for what was to come. It was true, they had never done this before. It was no surprise she was so frightened and weary. She wanted to ease her, show that everything would be alright. Yet, instead, soft moans were all that accompanied the three duplicates as they saw the trembling marehood before them.

With one ready pounce, the first hardened blue cock reached its destination, sliding desirably between the new created slit. The second Luna in command, beside the mare, sliding her cock around Comic's stomach.

With the heat of the red potion causing more then enough intense heat on her marehood, the once known stallion, gladly began sucking the sides of his wife's now precious stallionhood. Head now arching in feeling satisfied with the second royal blue pecker, a moan released from two and only one left.

This being the true Luna, was behind her head, bobbing the third and final blue rod before her mouth.

The ecstasy of the situation was rising rather gloriously and the one teasing Comic Sketch's opening was now in need of feeling filled. So with a swift motion, the ghost of sorts entered and a desperate groan came out as it slid in and out at a tender pace.

This feeling to Comic Sketch must have alerted more then new feelings, as she bravely began sucking both blue throbbing members before her quickly.

At times, whenever she would go to the next cock, the other would rub it out while waiting patiently. The moment was more then enough to drive them all crazy.

More desirable cries were echoing with faster rubs, motions and sucking. Luna's beautiful husband (now wife) showing that she too could learn a thing or two about deep throating.

A teasing lick of the testicles, a slide of the tongue on the shaft. Yes, she learned well.

With the pace going faster though it was only a matter of time before all three dopplegangers of Luna came rapidly. One cumming on Comic Sketch, the other two entering her sweet orifices.

It was when the jet streams of her cocks now drizzled on Comic Sketch, did they see that her stomach was now fully distended like theirs.

Yet they didn't feel done.

Despite the passionate Ménage à trois, the spell of the potion had not died out yet.

Yes, with a small wave of magic, lifting her up, they threw her onto the bed. Soon climbing on her like a crazed sex-group.

The first Luna, easily grabbing Comic's mouth and placing it back on her throbbing member. The second one, cuddling up on her stomach, was back to pressing her pecker inside her lovers lower cracks. The third Luna, being the most devious of all, grinned as she reached Sketch's back side, gripping her ass.

And with that, all at the same time, they entered. One against the mouth, one against the lips and one puncturing the ripe and tender anal cavity.

A cry of both pleasure and pain shot through her core. Luna could feel it, the real one that is. Yet she didn't stop. This was all of for him. To prove once and for all that she deeply adored her lover. That he meant just as much to her as she did to him.

Hitting his prostate in just a few slams and digging in as deep as one could go in every hole. It didn't take long for a sudden shot of orgasms to fill the room. They came and came again inside of her, using the potions liability to the last drop. And it felt amazing every time.

She was sure, that no other mare could please him the way she did. And no stallion could please her the way he did. Every stroke of her shaft on his wet tongue, strong vaginal canal and perceptively tight anus caused the greatest vibrations through her and his body. They came until the room smelled of only their lustful scent.

Her duplicate cries were not the only one's filling the night sky. Her lover, too, croaked, squealed and begged for more each and every time. Her walls tightening around the Princess of the Night's throbbing members endlessly.

They reached the top of each mountain, for every minute that passed and not a single care was given that night.
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Waking the next morning, Comic Sketch found himself back to his original form. Yet, he knew that despite himself being beyond swollen and sore, he couldn't help but rub his inflated belly in affection. His lover as well, cuddling close to him, sharing the same extended stomach.

They kissed, they licked and nuzzled through out Celestia's morning, staying in the shade where they were meant to be.

"Did we- I mean, did I, do well?" Luna spoke meekly, eyeing her lover with a gentle gaze of concern.

He in return, nuzzling her again with a smile that she happily gave back. "You were perfect..."

She had passed his test.

They were meant to be.

Author's Note

Believe it or not, this isn't the clopfic I had intended to upload first. Yet I suppose that one will come in due time.

I hope you enjoyed this rather, unique, little story.

If you can't tell, I ship ComicSketchXLuna pretty hard. But I know some of you will disagree with me.