Eagerly Awaited Pleasures

by TheOneBehindYou

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Princess Luna, Original Character, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 7544

Trials and tribulations follow two uncanny lovers. Yet they share a bond not even Princess Celestia herself can break.

Warning: This story contains a lot of unique fetishes and of course, OCXCanon. Or, PonysonaXCanon. If pointless clop offends you or the ship involved, please leave now and spare wasting your time. It helps all of us in the end.

PS: This was for two art trades. So no, the ponysona involved is not me. Also, each chapter will contain what kind of clop is in it in the titles.

Comic Sketch knew exactly what he was getting into when marrying the Princess of the night. Yet as worried as he might be, he would never have imagined that Luna could be feeling the same if not more.

Tests.

Tests of loyalty, endurance and extreme fantasies. All found here.

Published 2014-04-15 02:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-15 02:10:02 UTC

A Simple Desire [Horn-job]

She wasn't one to be patient, she had enough time waiting on the moon to do that. If anything she was insulted by the notion. Waiting. Pfft, how silly.

Princess Luna for the lack of a better word was tired. Sick and tired of being hesitant and kind. Today, she wanted nothing more then to be with her dearest Comic Sketch. Her first friend and soon her loyal, sweet subject of love. She never believed he was a mere toy however, oh no. She loved him, just as equally as he loved her. She'd die for him and he has never faltered to say he'd do the same.

Yes, the love they shared was a rare one. That was why she knew she could never let him go. Even if she had to, she'd have rather died then be without him. Which was why after just a few months of dating, she soon declared a wedding and well, it was history after that. Sure, her sister retaliated, finding it a bit ridiculous to wed at such a short period of time but Luna wouldn't have it any other way. Like she said, she didn't have time for waiting. Not anymore.

It was during their honeymoon did she learn more ways about love, connection and the guilty pleasures of the night she had bestowed upon Equestria. How juvenile to believe she had never known of such things too! Yet her new husband had no problem sharing these fun times, if not eager himself to satisfy her. How sweet he was.

Yes, with the way things were, she was like a new born kitten being raised from scratch about the ways of life when it came to sex. Sure enough however, she had learned more about it, not only from Comic Sketch but also from people's dreams.

It was her duty, as princess, to guide her loyal subjects in all the ways that she could. When it came to these sorts of pleasures, she merely would leave them to it, never become a voyeur.

She still kept that vow, to give secrecy to the silent but naughty wet dreams of the civilians of Equestria. Yet Comic Sketch, was indeed an exception.

In fact, it was upon their honeymoon, again, that she learned of all the desires he had for her. All the possible outcomes of sexual adventures and delights. The way he moaned for her only, crying for release and satisfaction. Yes, that was a night she learned how to explore, not only sexuality, but pleasure upon herself as well.

She wouldn't shy away from it. Yes, she masturbated.

To be blunt of such a thing eons ago would have her tremble with anxiety and fear but now that she felt so sure of herself. So prepared. And oh so ready. She knew it was because of her lover that she had nothing to fear.

She had discussed with him of these dreams and in no surprise, he flushed and stuttered about the situation, explaining his devotion to her once more. She could only smile at that time however, impressed that even now still, he declared such love for her.

When she had answered him, that she wished to fulfill these desires, his face had grown nothing short then that of a cherry and she delightfully giggled at the sight. Such a charmer.

Yet she did mean it. She did explore every desire, every want, every need. On that day, she could calmly and solemnly agree she became a true mare on that day. Yet Comic Sketch would say otherwise, that she had already been the mare of his dreams. Not that she'd disagree but she just couldn't see it.

That was why she needed Comic Sketch. He completed her, in every way that a mare could be. He shared his knowledge, his love, his kindness. She could only meekly do so in return and yet that was all he needed. That was all she needed.

But a problem was occurring, she wanted more. So, much, more.

She had satisfied his every desire, now it was time for him to satisfy hers. This day forth, she would see to his devotion as a test. And although she disliked doing such a thing to her beloved, she felt it only normal to do this, as one would have seeked such loyalty during the dating stage after all, so she needed to catch up.

Eyes closed, focused, Princess Luna had finally opened them, watching her precious full moon enchant her bedroom with it's wondrous light. Sure to see that she got her wish and out of her memories, she stood up proudly and trotted over to her loving stallion who slept ever so peacefully in her new bed they had recently acquired during their honeymoon. The satin sheets of gold were more then enough to drowse one's eyes but the purple color of her blanket atop completed the visage with wonderful cotton-filled dreams.

He laid before her in a curled up position, muzzle to back hoof and his fore hooves were neatly crossed together underneath it all. She had to stop herself from bowing down to see what dreams he was having but by the way of the drool seeping from his slightly agape mouth, she assumed it was a normal one for once.

She doubted it though.

Looking at the mouth again, she wondered how that velvet like organ called a tongue would feel against her delicate horn. Saliva dripping and sliding against the sensitive hairs that accompanied from her fur up to the tip, causing a sweet erotic bliss that she barely could fathom. Eyes narrowed from her lover then as he sucked it in worship, watching her moan and twitch violently from pleasure...

The folds of her marehood burned with a need to have this desire accommodated. So it shall be.

Without a care then, she began aligning her horn near the entrance of his gaping mouth. Her own tongue licked her lips in anticipation at feeling it engulf her with warmth and welcome and as soon as she placed barely underneath his teeth, she began to moan. The feeling was erotic and honestly, explosive. It was as if her troubles had melted away with each breath his mouth hotly placed upon her. And she writhed in the fact that soon, maybe, she'd feel the hot tremors of his breath also upon her head... Yet her horn was too long for such a desire.

Unless, she made it smaller.

Contemplating this and much more, she decided it best to test the waters still and soon she began pushing even deeper into his mouth. More eruptive whimpers accompanied her as she felt more pressure build up in her horn and her eyes, she just couldn't help, but roll up ever so gently. This was beyond erotic, this was even more then bliss, it was a euphoria.

Lolling her tongue as she gasped at her small reel back and slow push back in, she realized she had been teasing herself. With only the tip going in, it was awfully short of perfection for her and with him still sleeping, she found her patience that she lacked, dwindling.

Her hairs bolted up from her back as she finally touched his tongue and the experience was just too good that she exploded a loud and intrusive moan.

This, catching the attention of her lover, acknowledged by his ears twitching soon awoke with a small drowsy gaze, only to jolt back his head to stare at Luna in surprise.

Blushing and embarrassed but still desiring more, she didn't know whether to command him to suck or to stutter an apology. Guilt only now was rushing in her and she felt horrid for using him as such. But the darker side of her, the side she closed up forever, was demanding that hot mouth to engulf her horn, to suck it relentlessly. Such conflicting emotions made her incoherently babble and instead of Comic Sketch fearing her or even being repulsed, just smiled warmly.

"I'd do anything for you Princess..." He stated assuredly, silencing her fears almost immediately.

With that, she contemplated what to do next but seeing the love and lust in his eyes, told her, he wanted to pleasure her.

She was already in a deep high as is, so in worry or breaking the spell of her arousal, she just lowered her head down with a smile awaiting his attack.

The smile, now more clear upon his features and a small twinkle of affection in his light green eyes, the stallion gladly began sliding his tongue and lips against the side of her horn. That look of euphoria, shortly returning back on her face in an instant.

It felt just as she had imagined it would. The soft and hot organ was grinding her pleasure at a steady pace inside her skull, giving off small signals that the pressure was indeed good. He handled it as if a professional, teasing the hairs with his hot breath she loved so much, making her moan at every slow or slightly quick direction he'd take.

He'd change his tune eventually though, licking her tip only to suck it the next. It was enough to drive any mare crazy the way he was going.

Yet again, she wondered if she should make the horn smaller but seeing that it would change her appearance and maybe even worry her lover, she dared not proceed. He was obviously very capable of satisfying her anyways.

At times, she was sure he had relented, had given up entirely with how slow he would go. She was a fool to think that way. He'd always surprise her and again, this was no exception.

He sucked her slow, then hard. He sucked fast, he'd teeth gently. So much pleasure, rising within her, she couldn't bare it. Just a little more and she would be atop of heaven itself with mother and father.

"Yes, please your princess. Do as she commands..." She found herself slipping these words but he surprised her with a simple reply, still gracing her with that tongue of his as he motioned his head in return: "Always."

And that was what pushed her over the edge.

In one swift moment, everything became a blur and soon a cry pushed out of her lips as a magical blue aura escaped her horn and into her lover's wet orifice.

Writhing and twitching in ecstasy, eyes rolled up in her head, he continued to suck more of the magic out of her. Her cries were innocent and begging with how much she was releasing and by the time it had finally calmed down, so did her squirming.

She loved him.

Without question, he had devoted himself again and again to her and why did she think this would be any different? She was silly to think such things.

No, she didn't love him, she adored him. And she was sure that he too had felt the same.

Rolling on her back, showing herself to him rather cutely and almost in an alluring way, she had found herself giggling. He in turn, just smiled and climbed on top of her, cuddling her close. Still chortling as he laid upon her, she in turn returned the clasp and nuzzles, happy to smell his sweet scent once more.

Yet his scent was not the only one she caught a whiff of and in smelling him, had also found the lust of stallionhood.

She didn't even have to look, she knew very well what laid between her medium sized teats, the testicles against her still drooling lower lips being a dead give away.

His smile was longing as he made his eyes half-lidded and she in turn did the same, licking her lips seductively.

"Dost thou desire me, loyal subject?" She purred gently, placing her lips deathly close to his.

And he, of course, saying all he needed to, said: "Always." Before placing a deep and profound kiss against her longing lips.

You Are Mine [Dominatrix, Edging, Toys, Bondage, Horn-Job, Sixty-Nine]

You Are Mine [Dominatrix, Edging, Toys, Bondage, Horn-Job, Sixty-Nine]

She knew fully well what she was capable of. This time, she had completely out done herself.

She wasn't kidding when the nights they had shared on their honeymoon was amatuer but serene. Yet there was some things that she just couldn't share and that was the night before their marriage.

She feared it was the evil inside her, still lingering and curling around her heart to make herself push her lover to this degree. The cruelty and merciless power of Nightmare Moon.

There, before her, standing for he had no other choice to, was her soul mate: Comic Sketch. A colt of grand visage of her night and a stallion of perfect mannerisms. He knew just how to speak to and treat her, like a true royal Princess as important as Celestia herself.

Which, she was just as important, if not more, she was the Princess of the Night.

That tongue of his however, knew no bounds. He declared over and over for her that he would do anything for her and this persuaded her perverted mind to no end. So she tested it.

As it was said before, her lover had to stand for her, he had no choice. Leggings of a sort were binding him from sitting but were also keeping his hooves evenly apart. She giggled at the thought of how easily she could hide the contraption as it did look like he was just standing like any normal stallion would.

Yet this was not merely for him to admire her beauty, oh no. She was to make him eat his words. To see, just how loyal he was for his Princess of the Night.

With a smile, she looked to him with a lustful gaze, curious to see how he would respond. With her moon beaming down on her as always, she was sure it must have been breath taking to the poor victim of her evil fantasies. After all, he loved her night just as much as she did and such loyalty must be praised.

Done with looking however, she found her horn glowing a gentle teal of blue as it carried something from behind the stallion. The look of confusion on his features never creased into worry. He trusted her. Which only made her all the more turned on.

He didn't question what was happening, he was solemn the entire time until the object she carried had finally made its destination, making him gasp and begin panting instantly. Which if one looked closely enough, underneath his groin, a gentle feather was caressing and sliding against his slowly hardened member.

She licked her lips before she giggled, enjoying the sight fully. Oh, what's this? Was her lover about to speak?

"L-Luna..." A simple cry for her name. Lovely.

"Yes?" She found herself purring, trotting up to her young toy. The feather only intensifying its teasing twists and flicks against his tip and shaft.

"I love you." He whispered now, panting even hotter then before. In which, instead of replying in return she just narrowed her gaze, feeling the darkness in her heart demand once again.

"Prove it."

And with that seethed sentence, she bowed down before him, letting her horn mere inches of his mouth. Whatever he did, would show the outcome of her little torture device upon his organ, slipping pre-cum already from its entrance. How shameful, he couldn't already be cumming this early. Either that, or she herself teasing him made him this rock hard. Oh, she loved the sound of that~.

Feeling her small hairs stand on end with his tongue sliding across her horn, she could only slide her hooves towards her in enjoyment. Yes, perfect, just what she wanted.

"Now that we have trapped thee under thy hooves, thou shalt do as thy princess commands. Dost thou understand, loyal subject?" Her eyes glared up at him, waiting for an answer but before he could, she shoved the horn deeper in his throat. Voice low and powerful, she commanded. "Suck."

The blush on his features was ever so entertaining for her to watch and she smiled at the sight as he quickly tried to begin his delicate sucks on her. But she wanted so much more then that.

"Harder." She simply spoke up once more, happily gaining just what she asked for in that instant as he did so.

"Good..." Her voice quivered now as she whispered darkly but her attention on the feather never faltered. Sure, gaining such pleasure while keeping focus on magic was hard but not when you are an Alicorn. For her, this was like taking candy from a colt on Nightmare Night.

So with the intense feelings of her horn rising, she began encouraging him on. With a sway of the feather on his slowly rising testicles and another sway across his shaft. She sped up, she slowed down. He teethed and he sucked hard.

Oh yes, she would have to do this again some time, when the two weren't in such heated bondage.

Close to her horns release but needy in her own loins, she pulled her horn out and stood up calmly, as if nothing had ever occurred between the two. She would have laughed at the depressed gaze from her lover if it hadn't also torn her a bit. He truly wanted to please her.

Never the less, he would get to have his fun eventually, in the mean time, she would give him pleasure first.

Trotting to his backside, making sure that all he saw was her flowing mane at the corner of his eye, she began opening her wings. The tips of the appendages literally dipping to the hardened cock and caressing it once more.

It was easy to say, the feather alone had done its duty, now it was her turn to play with him.

Like hands from legends itself, they began wrapping around the still pre-cumming member. Even from here, she knew the gaze of ecstasy and euphoria on her lover's features could surpass even the happiest colt in Equestria. With how hard his pecker was, bobbing against his stomach, she was surprised he hadn't cum from this alone. Then again, if she kept these thoughts up, then he would.

So she needed to go as slow as possible. A brush of the testicles again and a sweep of the tip, it was as if the original feather had just enhanced itself.

Proud of the pants and groans coming from Comic Sketch, she began towering over him, bending over just to lick and nibble his ear sensually. To hear him moan at that moment was enough to satisfy her for all those lonely nights on the moon. "Tell us, what does thou feel when we do this?" As she curled those words off the tip of her tongue, the tips of her wings gripped his member a little harder.

"L-Like I'm flying wi-with the moon..."

She couldn't help but smile at that.

"Good. That is all we wish to hear" She finished, letting go of his member at that instant to watch him beg and whimper in place. The shakes of his body and twitches of his hardened cock edging her to do so much more to her precious slave.

"Dost thou want more?" She teased again, licking his ear one last time at the tip.

"O-Only if you command it Princess, I am yours to control."

The whimper in his tone and the simple modesty of his statement had brought her wet lips even closer to needing sweet release but still. She wanted more.

More teasing.

So with another lick of her lips, she stood up and once again trotted over to her little table of secrets. Debating just what to do next. Until of course, her emerald eyes focused on a magical stabilizer of sorts. That and of course a beautiful vibrator.

The stabilizer was built to torture victims in bondage as a way of means to keep the penis limp. She wasn't entirely sure how it worked other then she had to use her magic to make it alive but then again, being princess didn't always mean she needed to know everything.

So with her horn glowing once more, she began making it work its magic around the small tube. The pressure and air sucking inside it now in reverse to do just the opposite, to blow pressure down instead.

Turning her gaze back to her trembling lover, she simply purred again. "Yes, as I command. And I command you not to cum. Understand?" In times like these, she felt more eased and it was easy to tell when she had begun speaking in the first person instead of the royal Canterlot voice.

Not disappointing her, as always, he responded justly. "Yes my Princess."

Smiling and ready to destroy him with his devotion he had placed upon her, she now secured the tube around his cock, making it limp very slowly. In time, it would be back to its normal stature.

Confused, again, Comic Sketch easily looked to be biting his lower lip to silence himself. She knew deep down, he was still horny as his balls were still pounding and rising softly apart. This, was how she would control him.

Because she would make sure, he didn't cum.

So, with herself lowering behind him, she began nuzzling the goose-bump ridden mounds. Happy to see that every swish of her lips against the sacks would swell more sperm for her to suck on. And he did taste very good.

Her hoof was grazing against her clit as she rubbed tenderly, keeping her focus on teasing him and pushing the tube more and more on his cock.

Surely by now the member was probably flaccid but despite the physical appearance she could see his testicles still rising as if ready to cum.

Close to cumming herself from all this teasing she had been doing upon her lover, she wasn't sure she could play with herself for much longer. With how soaked she was, dripping even, she would need to plan this out carefully.

"Please. I can't- Princess. May I cum? Please? May I?"

The dear was desperate and she would respond with licking one of the testicles, sucking on it the next. A gasp escaping him as he tried to buck something, anything for that friction he needed to cum.

She glared at him as she sucked his fevered and red testicle and once done with the swollen sack, she growled. "No, you may not."

The sternness in her voice caused his quaking body to stop bucking like he knew she was displeased by the action. Yet she couldn't help but feel bad with how terribly close she was making him. She also deeply enjoyed it.

The misery and anguish of his much needed release caused her so much pleasure, she needed to stop rubbing herself or she would cum for sure. She needed to make him cum first, no exceptions. She was edging herself, just as much as him.

"Thou shall cum when we say thou can." And with that demand with a whimper in return from his crying lips, she began putting her hot breath on the other swollen testicle. She continued this until tonguing and sucking it hard as well.

The sheer amount of sperm in his swaying balls alone surely was making him cry with how badly he needed to cum but she wouldn't stop just yet.

Licking between the lines of his two mounds, separating and rising for the hundredth time that night. She now used her magic to pull over the vibrator.

Hearing the soft buzz for her, made her smile devilishly but when her lover heard it, he stopped shaking if only to realize what was to come next.

Placing the highly ringing contraption just below the hairs of his now lowered balls, she giggled as they rose up again in an instant feeling it. She could just feel the anxiety and cries as he spoke next.

"Please Princess! Please! I am yours! I want to cum! Please!"

A push of the vibrator on his testicles suddenly at that moment was all the answer she needed to give. The cry in shock in return just making her all the happier.

She slid the quivering ball of teasing pleasure around his beyond tiredly swollen balls and just continued watching him writhe in torment.

"I'm going to cum! I can't hold on!" He would scream. Only for her to giggle once more. As she knew, he couldn't. As long as that tube was keeping his member limp he would never find release. If she was truly evil, she would make him suffer like this forever, for all the nights she was alone on the moon.

But his appreciation for her night and many other delights had caused her true and sweet side to come out and now.

Now.

She would give him what he most desired.

For she loved her Comic Sketch and there was nothing in the world she wouldn't do for him.

So pulling the vibrator away and the tube to let him gasp for air, she now found herself undoing the leggings binding his hooves apart.

She had done this just to stand up and reach around the front to meet his gaze. Seeing the desperation and tears brimming his eyes with how close he was. She then closed her eyes and just walked to the bed of purple and golden satin sheets. Her gaze lustful and filled with desire, she laid herself before him, showing her clearly wet slit.

"Lay with me." She whispered.

Without hesitation, to please his princess as she knew he would, he climbed up with her only for her hoof to stop him by placing it gently on his muzzle.

"Turn around."

Seeing that this was where things would end but afraid of how extreme the release would be, Comic Sketch turned his body around and faced his private towards her face. Seeing the soaked pussy before him, he wondered if he should help but a demanding. "Eat." From his lover was all he needed to begin licking between the crack of fresh fruit.

She was close and she could feel it but so, indeed, was he.

He had proven to her just how far he would go and in return she would give him the orgasm of a life time.

grabbing the hanging member, she began to suck it. Slow and gentle of course. She knew fully well that it would only take just a second for it to harden inside her wet orifice.

She could feel the gentle sucks on her teats and milky slit from his tired but also hungry mouth and moans soon vibrated from her mouth onto his proud girth. The testicles, again rising in pleasure and ready to finally release its seeping load inside of her mouth.

Yet, since she was always one to plan ahead, using her magic she lifted a hidden vibrator from under the sheets and soon, pressing it against his testicles... She turned it on.

Not giving him time to react, she began sucking fierce and true as the fast bolts of vibration echoed on his sagging sacks and with a literal scream later, he erupted streams and streams of his precious seed inside her. She purred in delight at the massive load pouring down her throat. It tasted ever so sweet.

Yet she was now the one to scream next as in his frenzied orgasmic bliss, he began flicking her clit rapidly with his tongue and so with surprise, she actually squirted! She cried in desperate pleasure as the splash of her juices met his face. The taste of his sperm still dripping into her mouth like a faucet.

This erotic pleasure of euphoria only ended after ten minutes of heavy panting and twitching. Yet she wouldn't stop drinking his load and he in turn would not stop lapping her juices.

To the beholder of this, it would seem demeaning and offensive but for the Princess of the Night? It was a sign of engagement. She loved her Comic Sketch and he loved her too.

She promised to make it up to him, to show her devotion to him as he had for her.

But that, was another story.

I Am Yours [Cloning, Inflation, Gender-Bending, Futa, Orgy, Oral, Anal]

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.