Oh, She's Gonna Take It Alright
The city slept, and as they turned over in their slumber, Luna began to peruse their dreams like flipping through the pages of a catalogue. Nightmares were scrubbed clean from all her subject’s heads like a sponge on a plate, replaced with polished machinations likely to leave a smile on their face while they slept. None cared that she did this, few even knew in the first place and those that did, didn’t care. This was something that applies to almost everyone… almost. As Luna, in her ethereal form, drifted through the dream world; every dream was appearing like a grey wisp in the wind, she cast an eye to the castle. Amongst the dreams of the guards, a few of which left her red-cheeked on more than one occasion; the pent-up and lustful soldiers often have explicit dreams, sometimes for the maids, sometimes for the guard that lay on the adjacent bunk… sometimes for the princess’ themselves. She often secretly took the place of ‘herself’ in those dreams, without alerting the owner of it, taking part in the risque acts that the dreamer wanted to impart upon her… she never tired of it. Of those wisps, there was one that shone in a golden shimmer.
She floated closer, gliding to it like a ghost, ignoring the dreams of others to focus on the familiar gold light. “Tia,” she mouthed, carried towards it like a leaf on the wind. Had she forgotten, she thought, carefully looking over the crack with squinted eyes. Surely her sister wouldn’t have been so careless as to leave it open to her? One of her sibling’s requests, ever since they were young, was not to look into her dreams. She kept it shut tight for many millennia, yet on this one assuming night; she left it open. Why?
“Surely it wouldn’t hurt to peek?” she asked herself, her fingers inching closer until they passed through the thin gold and web-like veil; passing into Celestia’s dreams. Her fingertips felt warm, eventually going to her elbow; then her arm, before she passed inside entirely, momentarily blinded by the intensity of the light. It wasn’t long until she passed through, blinking away the spots in her eyes, her ears immediately twitching with a familiar voice… a very familiar voice.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, my dear sister,” she heard herself say, “don’t you all agree? My sister has been very naughty.”
“Yeah!” Luna heard a raucous cheer, almost a hundred voices. “Punish her! Punish the naughty girl!”
Luna furrowed her brows. “Is sister having a nightmare? I must stop it!” Luna became resolute, clenching her jaw and tightening her lips into a scowl. She walked towards the double doors of what she recognised as the throne room, the shimmering red light that seemed to bathe the surroundings only contributed to the dread Luna felt looking at those high gold and purple doors. Humiliation, shame, coercion, she could just imagine what ‘punishment’ she had in mind for her sister…
She pushed on the mighty doors, a fierce determination in her eye, opening them until there was a crack between them; an immediate assault on her senses followed, a tidal wave of heat and musk hit her right in the face prompting her to grimace, before pressing her eye to the door. “O-oh…” she stuttered, already flustered at the sight that was quite literally on display. “I-is this a nightmare?”
Her eye was immediately drawn to her sister, the surrealness of what lay before left her paralysed, merely unable to remove her eye from it. Celestia was being led forward by a collar tied around her neck. The azure fabric has a pendant swinging from it, the familiar cutie mark of a moon on a bed of black prompting a swarm of confused questions to course through her head. She wore little, only a collar and what appeared to be a granite stone ring around her horn; the sight making her grimace in sympathy. Why would she allow such a device on her? Blocking her magic, the thought becoming a swift echo as her eyes coursed downward. She gulped. It was a well-known fact that Celestia had a beauty unmatched by anyone else, the other princesses coming to a far shared second place. Luna would never admit it aloud, but she had a burning envy for Celestia, jealousy that was only confirmed as she scanned her sibling’s body.
A pristine marble coat matted with sweat, large and heavy pillows for breasts, near the size of her head. She had a petite body that made carrying such melons seem impossible, and legs that seemed positively chiselled to perfection, attached to wide child-bearing hips with massive mounds of ass behind her; the plump cheeks almost looked to jiggle with every step. She had all traits that anyone would lust after, a shameful admittance that she too fell for, the occasional desire to squeeze or wrap her lips around certain places was a thought she never escaped. It was while checking out her sister; she noticed something between her legs. It was a subtle and small thing, but it was Celestia moaning that made Luna nearly look away at the sheer lewdness of it; her eyes quickly drawn to the definite source of her sister’s pleasure. Between her legs, embedded deep into her sister’s cunt was the phallic shape of a vibrating toy; something which Luna was ashamed to be familiar with, owning a couple of the devices herself.
The court was filled with many recondite faces, which Luna knew from her tremendous amount of experience in dream hoping that they were just the faces of passerby Celestia encountered, but Luna knew it wasn’t their faces that mattered. Luna looked to who was grasping the lead to Celestia’s collar, her mouth parting to release a shallow exhale.
Luna could easily recognise herself. It was like looking into a mirror, barring the smug countenance that her counterpart wore. The other Luna walked with an almost malevolent swagger, something more befitting her evil alter ego than the sister to Celestia. The different Luna was just as naked as Celestia, and the dull blue coat seemed to glow in the dimly lit throne room. Luna didn’t want to appear pompous, but the sight of her naked self that wasn’t just a reflection in the mirror was almost dazzling. Compared to her sister she was considerably more lithe, looking almost to possess a form that would be adept at gliding through the night sky. A pert rump, breasts that would fill out a c-cup bra and a…
“What?!” Luna exclaimed, her eye widening. The Luna that was leading Celestia had something that definitely did not… well, not since her phase anyway. Between Luna’s legs, the other Luna; swaying with every step she leads her sibling, was a massive swinging cock. Flaccid, it jutted out from her body obscenely, going down her legs and stopping just shy of the knee. It was as thick as the width of her hand, and the testicles it partly rested upon were as large as that same hand clenched; even from afar the balls looked heavy and full. Did she really remember that night from so long ago? Luna blushed. Her one night of experimentation was apparently etched into Celestia’s mind like a stone tablet, although she didn’t remember making it so… big.
“Yes, yes, our subjects are correct, dear sister,” Luna spoke loudly and confidently, striding to the middle of throne room between the two roaring sides of the court. From the door, she got the perfect view of her sister’s ass, her cheeks roaring with a lustful fire, an uncomfortable looking but the erotic sight of a protrusion in her sister’s cavity: a buttplug, she didn’t doubt, sporting the cutie mark of the night princess on the flare. “You need to be punished!”
Luna wanted to burst through the doors and stop whatever punishment her other self had in mind for Celestia, but she couldn’t bring herself to do such a thing. She realised her breaths were now in pants, her heart pounded like a hammer upon an anvil, filling her with an aching sensation in her stomach. She pressed her knees together, squirming where she stood, her nails digging into the door; her pussy wanted to meet with her fingers for a soiree, the only barrier between them was her conscience, which was rapidly fading.
“Hands and knees, sister. Now,” the other Luna commanded, tone to match, yanking at Celestia’s collar. Looking at Celestia from behind the door and seeing how she was being treated, Luna was half tempted to barge into the throne room at that instant, yet stopped when she saw the sun monarch lower to the floor.
The view Luna got from the ankle was heavenly, worthy of a deity’s praise, surely. On her hands and knees the vast rump of Celestia was angled upward, the fluids from her tight pink slit leaked with an abundance of juice, some matting to the fur on her thighs but most landing as droplets on the marble floor. Luna could visibly see the pleasure coursing through her sister, every limb shaking, barely able to keep herself from landing on the floor; she doubted it’d hurt anyway, her large hanging breasts would cushion any fall Luna mused.
“Come, sister,” the other Luna ordered, sauntered toward the throne with an exaggerated sway of her hips, leading the day princess behind her like a dog. Luna watched with morbid fascination as Celestia shuffled behind her ‘other’ sister on her knees. Every time Celestia halted, wracked with pleasure jolted spasms, the other Luna tutted; stopping in place and turning on her heel, looking down at Celestia with an expression of mock disappointment. “Naughty, naughty, don’t tell me you’re enjoying this? Being humiliated in front of the entire court,” she spoke as she trailed around Celestia, her bare heel smacking against the floor before she squatted down low. Wordlessly, she dragged her deft fingers down Celestia’s back, tracing the length of her wing to shivers from Celestia; tracing down her back until her hands came to a stop on Celestia’s cutie mark, squeezing the monarch’s giant ass with a broad toothy grin.
“Look at how wet she is!” a faceless mare from the crowd exclaimed.
“What a freak!” another stallion agreed, followed by cackles.
“You’re right, most noble court!” Luna exclaimed, “how do you propose we punish her!”
“Spank her!” yelled a single pony, but sounded like a thousand.
“Like the naughty girl she is,” other Luna continued in a whisper that echoed all throughout the chamber.
Luna recoiled at the sound, the reverberating echo of palm against flesh registering before her eyes saw it. The other Luna delivered a deft smack to Celestia’s rear, the ripples of tissue and the red after mark like a brand of dominance upon her ass. Despite how painful the act looked, Luna was taken aback to hear a loud arduous moan from Celestia’s mouth, her hands giving out from beneath herself and landing on her cheek; cunt instinctively tightening around the vibrator in her snatch as her mouth drooled on the floor similarly to her moist flower.
Luna hadn’t realised one of her hands had coursed down her body, rubbing untidy circles around her clit, biting her lower lip as her sister was humiliated before the court. Less than a minute passed before another swift strike was given to Celestia’s butt, then another, another. One after one the other Luna delivered a series of open palm smacks to Celestia’s ass, the red mark growing redder and redder until one of Celestia’s two cheeks looked like a giant misshapen tomato, the cheek undoubtedly sore and tender; Celestia’s moans reduced to a loud gurgle. The toy that was planted firmly in Celestia’s snatch fell from the pink canal onto the floor, vibrating against the marble, slick with Celestia’s lust fluid.
The other Luna scoffed, glancing to the floor bound toy and squeezing the reddened mound so that it almost appeared to be pouring through her fingers. “Let’s get to your throne, shall we?” she asked, although it apparently wasn’t a question as she rose to her feet and carried on ahead, half leading half dragging Celestia behind her.
There was a creak, followed by a squeak, as the doors parted and Luna fell through them; barely landing on her outstretched arms in time before colliding head first with the ground, one of her fingers drenched her ‘honey’. She looked up with a grimace, surprised to find she hadn’t even been noticed or acknowledged by anyone in the throne room. Almost like she was… oh, right… she released a exhale of relief. “Thank goodness for this ethereal form,” she muttered, rising to her feet just in time to see her dream half come to a stop at the throne.
The other Luna turned, looking back over the court. Before everyone, although in reality, the real Luna was her only audience; her pole began to harden and swell with blood. The member twitched as it came to life, veins becoming pronounced along the length of the shaft as it thickened, from dark-hued base to medial ring and finally to the unflared tip. It was a sight that Luna couldn’t help but drool at as she plodded toward the throne like a zombie, enamoured with the rigid column of meat, which when erect looked nearly the length of her entire arm exempting hand.
Dream Luna then sat unceremoniously upon the throne, which if Luna were not in a dream she would’ve reprimanded such disrespect, yet seeing her sit down wide legged and that member standing up erect… she felt nothing but a burning desire within her. The other Luna shifted in the seat, resting one elbow on the armrest and tightening her grip on the lead cockily, casting a domineering eye down to the submissive white coated monarch.
“Pleasure me,” the other Luna commanded, “pleasure me before my court.”
“I…” Celestia began, looking over her shoulder, defeated.
“That wasn’t a request,” she replied in tune, pulling at Celestia’s collar.
Luna came to a stop, mouth ajar and eyes alert. She watched her sibling raise to her knees, outstretching her arms, digits wiggling in readiness of grasping the thick bestial erection. Before she grabbed it, the domineering Luna tutted, slowly shaking her head before licking her licks; waggling her eyebrows with knowing salaciousness. Luna teetered with haste to get a closer view. It’s not incest if it’s with a dream version of your sibling and you just watch, she assured herself as she got a closer look.
She watched Celestia inch forward her muzzle with a deliberate slowness, a tentativeness in her movements one might see with someone touching something they suspect is too hot. Luna saw profile the act, close enough to see the cock twitch against her sister’s breath, to hear the slight hissing inhale of her dream counterpart as her sibling’s tongue pressed against her shaft. Celestia placed her hands upon the dream conjured Luna’s knees, looking up into her eyes as she lapped at the erection, her tongue doing flicks over the medial ring.
Luna watched in envy of her dream counterpart, just at the bottom of the throne’s stairs, unabashedly penetrating her moist folds with her middle finger, going to the knuckle as every inhale felt like it was sorely needed to stop her losing consciousness. Celestia alternated between treating the shaft with her tongue and falling slightly lower, wrapping her lips around one of the fat balls and sucking on the cum factory before releasing it with an audible ‘pop’. During this the faux crowd never silenced, cheering and jeering with humiliating words towards the sun princess. The Luna whose cock she was sucking remained still, sometimes tugging on the collar, beckoning Celestia further up her member. There were dry spots between the kisses of spittle on Luna’s cock as Celestia orally climbed up it, placing weight on her sibling’s knees as she neared the leaking tip. The faux Luna moaned as Celestia’s tongue traced the edge of her flare, the moist muscle drawing a circle of saliva and pre around the raw edges before the monarch parted her mouth and attempted to take the broad head of Luna’s meat past her lips.
Luna could hear her sister already begin to close around the girth of Luna’s column. She could see droplets of spittle fall from Celestia’s cheeks or tears; cringing in sympathy for the pseudo-Luna, whose cock was likely being treated akin to someone with a mouth full of fist, teeth grinding into the flesh. Although the marecock owning Luna didn’t care, or she didn’t look like she did anyway, releasing a euphoric moan at entering Celestia’s trap. Celestia tried to swallow more of the length, but she appeared to be having difficulty in, coughing and gagging around it; barely able to take in more than two inches of Luna’s tremendous girth.
“Oh my poor, dear, sister,” the phoney Luna cooed, pouting at Celestia just as she pulled away from the cock; spluttering as the erection swung back up, a string of spittle connecting Celestia to the rod. “Isn’t there anyone who can lend her a hand?” she asked, surveying the room for overly long before abruptly she landed her eyes upon the still ethereal Luna. “You there, the mare whose beauty matches my own, want to help?”
“W-what?!” Luna stammered, blinking in disbelief. “You c-can see me?”
“Of course! It couldn’t be any harder to not see you, being so close and putting on a second show for the court. Come, come!” she beckoned lewdly, the emphasis an apparent allusion to another word. Does Celestia really think I’m so dirty minded, Luna thought as she tentatively made her way up to the throne, trying to ignore the eyes she began to feel on her back as the ethereal form she shrouded herself in dissipated.
“L-Lun- ack!” Celestia began before the faux Luna tugged harshly at the collar, forcing her muzzle to press into her churning cum backs, forcing her to inhale the pure masculine musk.
“Don’t speak unless spoken to, sister. Only good girls get to speak,” she spoke with no small amount of derision, past Celestia and at the grimacing Luna. “Can’t you see how disobedient she’s being? It’s going to take the two of us to reign her in and discipline her. So come help her make a sheath of her mouth and maybe I’ll let you make a sheath of whatever hole you desire.”
Luna cringed, her mind told her the wrongness of it all, but yet her body carried her onward. She saw Celestia looking at her out of her peripheries, pupil as sharp as a pin and body as still as a pond. “D-did she… want this?” Luna asked meekly, looking warily at her sister.
The dream created version of her laughed, her guffaw bouncing off every wall of the room, the court soon adding to the volume. “You know as much as I what this, so don’t act coy with me.”
Luna furrowed her brows, by this point she stood behind her sister, looking at the apparition sideways. “A dream?”
Again, she laughed, the back of her hand going to her mouth before stopping with a blissful sigh. “Don’t be silly! This is a sentence,” she stated matter-of-factly, looking down at the shared sibling, “signed into law by Celestia herself but a few hours ago!”
Luna arched a brow, looking cockeyed at Celestia. A few hours ago… that’s sunset, she thought, the beginnings of a smirk appearing on her face. “It’s almost like she wanted this to happen,” she grinned, crossing her arms.
“Huh, it does, doesn’t it?” the faux Luna grinned, pulling at Celestia’s collar. “That’d mean she’s more of a freak than I initially thought.”
Luna smirked, lowering to her knees, coming side by side with her sister. “You’re right then, she does need to be punished,” Luna didn’t know if she saw it or not, but there was something of a smile on Celestia’s face for a flicker of a second, which really was all the encouragement she needed.
With a newly planted eagerness, Luna outstretched her hands, planting one on the back of Celestia’s head and the other reached for her twin’s cock; releasing a breath when she felt the warm slab of masculinity against the tips of her fingers. She gripped Celestia’s hair between her fingers and tugged her head backwards, attempting to mimic the domineering attitude of her dream counterpart. She felt the dick pulsate in her hand, even herself amazed at how real the cock felt as she pulled at a downward angle, feeling the blood coursing through a vein along its length. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the sight of her sister staring down the barrel of an eighteen-inch cum cannon, her lips pursed tight, eyes averted but nostrils flared in a bright display of cock intoxication. Luna pushed Celestia’s head, mashing her lips into the flare of dark blue fuckstick in front of her, sticking her lips with pre before they parted to allow her mouth to receive the monarch’s cock once again.
Both of the night princesses scoffed upon hearing their sibling release a moan, a hand going to the cock on what was apparently driven by desire. Luna grinned, lightly pushing Celestia down the pole until she began to cough at which point she’d pull back slightly, acclimating her throat to the largeness of the member. “She’s good,” the faux Luna commented with a moan, “I guess age does equal more experience, am I correct, sister?” Celestia didn’t acknowledge the slight against her or simply didn’t care, sucking the night monarch’s pole with a groan as the other princess continued to push her down it, this time with even less resistance. “Be a good girl and share your treat with the nice lady, won’t you?”
Celestia unsheathed the cock from her throat with an audible ‘pop’ followed by a smack of the lips, panting as the drool and pre fell down the corner of her lips, almost as if in a daze. Luna licked her lips at the sight of a spit covered cock, almost lurching forward to swallow an inch of her twin’s cock. She had empathy for Celestia’s struggle, but also for the simple joy it wrought to suck on such a mighty tool. There was no pressure to take as much of her sister, but she tried to regardless, her tongue trying not to leave no inch uncovered; groaning at the cocktail of Celestia’s spit and her counterpart’s precum, regretting that she’d not get to experience such a taste outside of this imagined dreamscape. Her hands left Celestia and felt to caressing the large jewels at the hilt of Luna’s fuckstick, which felt heavy, either due to the sheer size or how filled with cum they undoubtedly were; trying to coax forth an early eruption so that she might get a taste of what’s inside them.
“This is simply divine,” faux Luna sighed, “but it simply isn’t fair that I should get all the fun. You have to try this!”
Luna first attempted to speak with a mouth full of a thick member, which came out as nothing more than an unintelligible splutter before releasing a surprised squeak. She disappeared into a flash of blue before finding herself in the same spot as her exact counterpart; legs spread apart and feeling her sister’s warm breath against her soaking folds. Luna looked down with her cheeks pulled back, showing only the bottom set of her teeth in a clear expression of alarm and unsureness, a sympathy clearly shared by Celestia who looked up at her with widened eyes and a grimace.
“I think maybe we should end this dre- ooooh,” Luna moaned as Celestia’s spit and pre-covered maw were pushed into her soaking cunt. The sun princesses surprised cry quickly faded into the sound of smacking lips and gulps; the twin pleasures of the siblings promptly voiced aloud in their moans and groans.
“Consider this a break for your throat, sister, because now I’ll be breaking something else…” the faux Luna spoke a coarseness in her words, appearing at Celestia’s backside, her hands massaging into Celestia’s plump ass. “She’s got a great tongue, but I fancy utilising her other quality.”
Luna didn’t care much for her faux twin’s words, instead of allowing herself to fall into the arms of pleasure, eyes shut and picking up every movement of her sister’s tongue on her honeypot. Shed suckle on her clit, the love button receiving a barrage of licks before she moved elsewhere, delving the tongue a shallow depth inside the moist canal or pushing into the plump blue labia that surrounded the delicate pink petals within. Celestia didn’t utilise her hands while pleasuring her, driving her muzzle against her sister’s slit to part the lips, her tongue acting as a moist drill to explore her sister’s depths.
Luna did eventually crack open an eye, just as both of her hands went to the back of her sister’s head, encouraging her to go more in-depth; seeing her faux twin squat low, her smile lecherous. Her twin’s fingers contorted into a claw grip around the base of the intrusion in Celestia’s ass, before yanking it, Celestia’s combined moan and pained groan signalling its exit from her bowel. Luna watched with a mixture of sympathy and abject horror as her twin revealed it wasn’t only a plug in her sister’s back door, the blunt tip connected to a string that pulled back to show a sizeable apple-sized bead; the same royal blue shade that coloured the two Luna’s coats. With every time they pulled out, it was followed by a moan from the sun princess, who employed more vigour in her tongue’s ministrations on Luna’s twat.
About four of the massive intrusions pulled out, the final one hitting the floor with a thunk. “Oh, you’re positively gaping,” the faux Luna smirked, punctuating her point with a deft smack to Celestia’s right ass cheek, which was still sore from earlier.
“You’re a freak,” Luna glanced down to the sibling lapping at her cunt, the hypocrisy didn’t dawn on her.
“Says the mare with a cock,” she heard her faux counterpart retort, prompting the original Luna to look up in confusion.
“Wha- ah!” Luna exclaimed in surprise, glancing down to see her sister’s face now obscured behind a large pair of swollen balls and a flaccid cock the length of her arm. “How, you’re just a-”
“Alicorn, capable of great magic? I know, I know,” her faux giggled, hand to her mouth. “But while you get acclimated to your new tool, it’s about time I put mine to proper use…”
Luna quickly forgot about the sudden arrival her new member, the quick remembrance of her surrounding prompted her too soon drop her shock and instead embraced it, stroking the tool to life just as her sister alternated to licking her large churning orbs alternately. Luna watched her twin drag her tongue over her lips and lower her muzzle downward while bringing Celestia’s waist upward, shooting her tongue toward Celestia’s gaping orifice, immediately tongue fucking the hole with an odd gusto. Luna watched the scene while jerking her poke, the pleasure boiled in her groin; locking eyes with her counterpart who stared back with a sultry visage, both visibly enthralled in the sheer hedonism of the act.
“This ass is simply divine, sister,” the faux Luna commented, both of her hands massaging the cheeks as she lathered her tongue across her sibling’s hole. “I think I’m going to fuck it now.”
“Rather blunt,” Luna scoffed, “I expected more innuendo.”
“Does a teacher use insinuation when disciplining their pupils?” she asked rhetorically as she rose to her feet, dropping her massive erect cock upon Celestia’s back, pre already leaking out onto the white coat of her sister.
Luna watched in keen anticipation as her counterpart ground her length up and down between Celestia’s ass, hot dogging her length between the two massive plump mounds, her fingers digging into the generous hills of fat, the length visibly twitching; almost mimicking the eagerness of its owner Luna mused. A deviant smile appeared on the faux Luna’s face as she jerked her hips backwards and thrust the first few inches of her massive marecock into Celestia’s awaiting asshole, the quick gasp of the sun monarch followed, and Luna felt Celestia’s fingers squeeze into her thighs. Whether it was tensing up in pain or fingers curling in pleasure Luna didn’t know.
“How are you so tight?” the faux Luna asked as she planted the first inches of her rod into Celestia, curling over and releasing a contented sigh, inching her length a few inches deeper, each inch preceded by a groan of varying pitch from Celestia. Luna bit her lip in slight invidia of her dream counterpart, lustfully wondering what a tight hole would feel like around her newly formed appendage. Driven by this self-indulgent craving, she pressed both of her hands against the cheeks of Celestia’s face, forcefully pushing the monarch away and angling the tip of her cock against Celestia’s lips; forcing them apart with a small jutting thrust, the tip passing through her lips and teeth with a moan from Luna.
“This is amazing,” Luna commented with lolled tongue, ignoring the alarmed yelp from her sister as she forced more of her length into Celestia’s unready gullet. She continued to fill Celestia’s mouth with her throbbing erection, watching in enthrallment as more and more of her blue-hued meat disappear seamlessly into Celestia’s throat like a magic trick, only reluctantly withdrawing her member when she saw the tears well in Celestia’s eyes; pulling it out to coughs and gasps for air. “S-sorry.”
“Don’t apologise,” the faux Luna said, looking at Luna pretentiously, “this is her punishment after all. Allow me to demonstrate proper disciplining technique...”
True to her word, the faux slapped both of her hands into both sides of Celestia’s hips, gripping tightly into her coat and skin; immediately falling backwards, bringing Celestia with her. Celestia was first to react, releasing a half gasp half moan as the rest of her dominator’s cock embedded itself into her ass, the member visibly poking out from Celestia’s stomach and forming a bulge. Luna blinked in surprise, the court reacting with a thunderous cheer at what just happened. The faux Luna was relentless, thrusting up with powerful hips, causing Celestia to slide a few inches up her member before falling back down with a ‘smack’. Luna arched a brow at Celestia’s reaction, parting her legs and pressing her feet on the floor, raising herself up and falling back down to the hilt of her faux sibling’s cock before she even thrust; her eyes opened wide looking up and mouth agape, pleasure overwhelming.
Luna, rather than merely sit back and watch, climbed to her feet and made her way over the fucking pair. Celestia didn’t appear to even acknowledge her, rapidly falling up and down the faux Luna’s length, her pussy dripping nectar onto the floor. Luna didn’t find her eyes wandering to Celestia’s obviously awaiting cunt, but instead lingered on her breasts, the large cushions her envy for the longest time but more importantly: they were the desire of her newly created ‘second head’. Luna pushed at her sister’s chest, resulting in her falling backwards and the faux Luna to wrap an arm around her neck; holding her in place as she began to pound mercilessly into her sibling’s hole. Her other hand grasped Celestia’s sensitive horn, mimicking a stroking motion - a hornjob, Luna smiled.
She straddled Celestia’s midriff, aware that a dream apparition could handle their combined weight, her cock slapping into her sister’s chest; pre leaking and trailing down to Celestia’s neck. She grabbed each of Celestia’s breasts, which were more than a handful for her, pressing them together around her twitching erection. It came almost naturally to her, but not due to some inherent knowledge that went with the member, it was just pure in concept: thrust. She began to grind back and forth, fucking the large milk-makers for all they were worth. Her fingers tweaking the pink nipples that capped them; producing a small ‘popping’ sound as the tip of her dick passed through Celestia’s lips and came back out again, Celestia’s lips not failing to momentarily press into Luna’s cockflesh everytime it entered her mouth. Celestia regained something of coherency, both of her hands pushing into the sides of her breasts, which poured through her fingers as she aided her sister in her almost desperate desire to fuck her chest. This freed Luna’s hands, which were immediately set on exploring another one of her sister’s treasures: her pink rose of a slit.
Luna continued to grind back forth, but her hand reached backwards, her middle and ring ringers curling into a hawk-like talon, immediately plunging to the second joint of her fingers; Celestia’s following moan was that of surprise, likely pleased to be receiving more pleasuring stimulation. Luna grinned, the fingers spreading the walls apart, swirling them inside her sister; gliding against the slick and moist pink walls of Celestia’s cunt, occasionally prompting a higher pitched groan from her sister as she brushed over the erogenous zone of her g-spot. She continued to swirl around her fingers in Celestia’s tight honeypot - the sun monarch’s snatch seemed to grow tighter and tighter around her sister’s fingers - Luna knew Celestia’s orgasm was approaching. With a taunting smile, Luna withdrew her digits, which were slick and wet with her sister’s ‘honey’; momentarily ceasing her grinding before bringing them to her sister’s open maw, forcing them in and feeding the juice back to her own sister.
“Does it taste how you imagine it t,” Luna smirked as Celestia licked and slathered over her fingers, sucking on the digits with loud slurps as if they were ambrosia. “Or does it taste exactly like you know it?”
After Luna pulled them out, she was quick to replace her fingers with something else, thrusting her hips forward and filling Celestia’s cheeks with her length, bulging them out while Celestia moaned in retort. Luna’s hands went back to pushing together Celestia’s breasts, but only because Celestia wanted to feel Luna’s rod, her fingers exploring and pressing into her length. Celestia's tongue traced every vein as her tongue slurped and sucked the tip of Luna’s cock, mewing for it when Luna pulled away, almost in yearning for it. Luna felt a new but not unfamiliar growing in her loins, physically feeling her large, powerful orbs churn with cum, building pressure for an explosive finale.
“You’re close,” the faux Luna observed, the sounds of her hips smacking into Celestia almost overshadowing her voice, “so am I.”
Spurred on by her approaching orgasm, Luna began to thrust unabashed into her sister’s throat, ignoring her gags and chokes to her counterpart’s advice. She felt Celestia’s hands tighten around her dick, trying in futility to remove, all the while being unable to stop her own moaning from the faux Luna’s relentless jackhammer of a cock from pounding into her. With three simultaneous screams of ecstasy, and thunderous applause from the watching court, the three of them experienced orgasm. Luna bit her lip as her balls emptied of cum, gushing down her sister’s throat and rapidly filling her stomach beneath her. It was quickly she soon felt herself raise, an almost unending torrent of seed filled Celestia virtually beyond capacity, bulging out her belly with both Luna’s combined payloads of sticky white cream. Luna heard something of a ‘splash’ when the faux Luna pulled her still twitching cock from Celestia’s hole, cum gushed forth from the open cavity, spilling semen all over the floor; the inflation of Celestia’s stomach lessened slightly. Luna, realising that she had three-quarters of her length down her sister’s blocked throat she pulled out in panic, an apologetic frown on her face.
“That was… something,” Luna remarked, looking down to Celestia’s tired face, lips stained with cum and tongue lolled.
“It was grand,” the faux Luna spoke, her hand idly stroking Celestia’s cheeks in circles.
“Encore!” a lone voice came from the court.
“Punish her some more!” a second concurred.
“More, more, more!” the court began to chant encouragingly.
Luna smirked. She really is a freak, she thought as she climbed of Celestia, her cock quickly regaining its hardness. “You hear them,” Luna remarked, grinning, “let’s continue.”
The dream Luna chortled as her horn came to life, carrying Celestia off her in a purple-hued magic, the princess in question yelped in surprise. “That’s a swell idea,” she purred in concurrence, flipping Celestia in the air so that her breasts hung. She presented her rear to the moon princess, smiling. “Pick a hole, it’s only fair! We can then continue the fun...”
Luna cast an eye to the two of them. Cum trickled down from her ass, almost hiding the pink of her slit behind her twin’s seed. She pondered for a moment, before breathlessly chuckling upon remembering. Dream, Luna! Dream… she raised a hand up, clicking her fingers together as a sudden explosion of light covered her. “I can double the fun,” Luna said knowingly, gesturing downward.
The faux momentarily adopted an expression of shock, before wearing her well-worn grin. “I didn’t think of that,” she said, impressed as Luna flexed her pair of twitching blue cocks; bringing a hand down to stroke one of them. “Although I didn’t take you for being greedy.”
“You don’t know me at all then,” Luna smiled, smirking at the tinge of irony in her statement. “I think I’ll take her on her hands and knees, thank you.”
“Like a bitch? How degrading… perfect!” the faux Luna replied with ardour, levitating Celestia to the floor, magic gripping her elbows and knees to the ground. “Have at her!”
Luna looked at the sight of her sister's face down, ass up, and for a moment she felt euphoric; her twin members pulsated eagerly at the two awaiting holes. She lowered to her knees, Celestia inhaled sharply through teeth when Luna planted her two hands on her ass, squeezing them with oddly assuring delicateness before she felt the two poles prod at both of her attuned fuck holes. Celestia lightly pushed against them, trying to sink the twin cocks into her simultaneously, but Luna had other ideas. Celestia gasped as Luna plunged the two halves of her shafts into her at once. This was aided by a lubrication of cum and Celestia’s own fluids; the twitching bestial members were attuned to Luna’s heartbeat, and Celestia could feel every pulse inside of her, the members thickening and spread her further apart than she was nearly unable to bear. Luna continued to be unrelenting, pausing apparently only to give Celestia a quick second to get used to the two significant intrusions before she thrust forward, smacking her hips into Celestia’s ass and embedding the entire lengths inside her right to the hilt. Near immediately she felt Luna on her back, curled over in bliss, hands locking underneath her and pressing into her stomach.
“I can feel my cock through you,” Luna commented as she felt her own fingers on her sex through Celestia, almost breathless, “you’re so tight.”
“You’re so big,” Celestia panted, her fingers curled into fists as pleasure wracked her, “I don’t know how I’m going to hand- mmph!”
“That’s enough talking out of you,” the faux Luna said daintily as she shoved the tip of her cock past Celestia’s lips, her hands gripping around her mane. “Now it’s time to ruin you…”
As the real Luna pulled out, the faux Luna thrust in, her large balls smacking against Celestia’s chin; assaulting her nostrils with musk. Meanwhile, Celestia felt Luna’s two rods pull out till only the slight bumps of medial rings remained within in before Luna went balls deep with both her sexes, inhaling sharply as she was fully planted within Celestia once more. The cocks protruded through Celestia's stomach, her cervix penetrated, filling Celestia so entirely and with a pain so longed for it was pleasurable. Luna withdrew the twin fucksticks and shoved them back in again, filling Celestia completely, pre and vaginal fluids leaked around the cock-stuffed cunt; her faux’s cum splurted around Luna’s cock in Celestia’s cavity, the ass so full it was forced out of her like a hand in putty. Celestia was rocked back and forth, the faux Luna would thrust into her throat thus catapulting Celestia down to her true twin’s twin shafts, who would then impale into Celestia with the power of a lust-fueled alicorn and sending her to choke on the faux Luna’s cock; becoming an ouroboros of a spitroast.
As it progressed each Luna would take slightly longer with the hole they were stuffing, trying to go as deep as possible with their pulsating erections before letting her go free to satisfy the other, their hands not leaving an inch of their shared sister without a good groping. The sounds of their bodies smacking into her became less of an echo in the great hall and became more intimate, sounding enclosed as the setting around them seem to fade away into nothing, their groans and moans increasing in volume; Celestia becoming still as she allowed the two Lunas to pound away, leaving her a pleasured husk. Luna felt each of her twin shafts pulsate and swell, physically feeling the cum in her balls course through her sack and begin making its way up her pole, orgasm mere moments away for her. Like a feral animal, her fingers clawed into Celestia’s coat, and skin. A primaeval urge to fulfil herself surpassed her decency, and each penetration of Celestia became similar to the strike of a sledgehammer; the two tight holes gripped and squeezed her, almost as if to milk her for the white sticky substance.
“Fuck,” Luna exclaimed, slamming balls deep into Celestia, curling over and going limp on her sister’s back; eyes rolled back in utter ecstasy as she emptied herself into Celestia’s holes. Celestia released a slow groan in tune with her sister before her mouth was suddenly got stuffed full of the faux Luna’s seed. Somehow even more seed flowed from Luna’s shafts than before, the orbs that hung below her dicks were painfully full and unleashed into Celestia like a tsunami of cum. Luna knew she was rapidly filling the sun monarch up, expanding her womb and stomach both to beyond fullness, making Celestia’s eyes leak several tears as the pain began to overshadow pleasure. Luna lost of how many times she felt her members flex out a rope of cum, each firing independently of each other. Even as Luna relaxed, her entire weight resting atop of her sister’s more substantial frame, cum continued to flow into Celestia.
It wasn’t until Celestia’s stomach appeared almost akin to a full balloon that Luna’s balls were emptied, the pressure forcing Luna’s cocks from Celestia like a shaken champagne bottle, the cum gushing from Celestia’s abused holes like a cascade; splattering and plastering the floor in the viscous white seed.
Luna lay panting, a contented smile on her face. Her ear twitched. Not because of what she heard but rather the lack of what she heard: applause. She glanced up, blinking away the post-coital daze and noticed the throne room had become significantly smaller… or larger. The throne room, walls and all, gone; replaced with a seemingly ever-expanding black void, the three of them somewhere in the middle of it all.
“Where’s the-”
“Well, that was fun,” Celestia remarked, rising out from under Luna, the blue-coated princess falling back onto her pool of cum. “However, sister, I do believe that it is my turn.”
“W-what?” Luna tripped over her words, looking to her now imposing sister, who stood with her hand on hip. “T-this a dream. I’m in charge here.”
“Only I have authority over dreams,” the faux Luna joined Celestia, arm draped lovingly around her. “And I think it’s time for a switch, don’t you, sister?” the faux Luna grinned, clicking her fingers and saw a second length join her still twitching first.
“Good idea, Luna,” Celestia grinned with a wicked glee, bringing her hand up; Luna’s eyes following the limb with a wide-eyed stare of fear.
“Sorry for coming into your dream?” Luna squeaked out meekly, her expression apologetic.
“Too late.”
With a click of her fingers, Luna saw her cocks disappear, felt her arms go behind her independent of volition, before being bound with tight bindings. She was about to release a yelp of disapproval before she was thrown backwards with a gust of yellow wind, becoming stuck to the floor and her legs forced apart; her anal and vaginal holes on full display. She grunted, trying to move but was just unable, rooted to the spot as she heard the duo walking toward her. Despite the lack of light, they were somehow able to cast shadows over her; their irises twinkled before they parted from one another, Celestia going to Luna’s head and the faux twin to her legs.
Luna shivered as her faux twin went down to her knees, placing both of her hands on the sides of her thighs, lightly pressing into her skin. The two cocks she wore appeared like leviathan’s to Luna’s eyes, and she had to give Celestia credit for taking even one, the intimidating weapons would no doubt take time to get used to the length. Celestia meanwhile, stopped standing over Luna, parting her legs just over Luna’s head; the pink treasure and asshole appearing now as if untouched, a few droplets of glistening sweetness falling from the slit and landing right on Luna’s muzzle and lip.
“Any last words?” the faux Luna asked, her shafts probing at Luna’s untouched holes.
“I promise not to intrude in your dream anymore, sister. Sorry?” she pleaded a final time, weakly smiling.
“Apology accepted,” Celestia smiled reassuringly, before her expression contorted into something dirty, “now open up.”
Before Luna could even blink, she felt Celestia’s thighs on either side of her head as she was straddled by her sister, the sun princesses petals pressing into Luna’s lips, waiting for them to part and the tongue behind them to draw on them. Luna kept her mouth shut before parting them in a gasp, the faux Luna’s tip pushing into her holes, Celestia taking advantage and slamming her cunt into Luna’s open maw. Luna immediately relented then, her tongue coming out past her teeth as Celestia began to grind into Luna’s mouth, her fingers wrapped into Luna’s mane as her sister’s tongue began to burrow into her pink delicacy.
“She’s got a good tongue,” Celestia remarked, giving Luna an affectionate stoke up the side of her cheek.
“I know. But I’m more curious how her holes fare,” the faux Luna replied, looking down in lustful fascination, watching her shafts disappear into her original counterpart.
Tastes like sweet lemons, Luna thought to herself as she moaned into Celestia’s honeypot, liking her sister’s flavour. Her faux’s hands went up to her sides, her thumbs pressing into her abdomen, the two halves of her dicks were fully submerged within her and Luna could feel every pulsating inch. Luna felt confident she could trace every vein down each of the lengths if she tried, every vessel was pronounced and coursing within her, momentarily admiring the detail put into her dream counterpart. How many times have I been a prop? she questioned just to release a high pitched moan, the length of the faux Luna’s shaft reached the end of her love canal; prodding into her cervix.
“Barely halfway in and she’s at full capacity,” the faux Luna scoffed, “how unfortunate… for her.”
The real Luna gasped into Celestia’s twat as the cocks jutted forward, penetrating past her cervix and entering her womb, pain washed over her but like morphine was immediately followed by a tide of pleasure to soothe her. I love lucid dreams, Luna smiled gleefully as she lapped at her sister in time with her grinding, wishing her hands unbound so she could plant her hands and push into her sister’s ass; digging her tongue deeper. The only thing uncomfortable about the whole affair was the size of the intrusion in her tight ass. She’d be lying if she told anyone she had never taken anything in there, both in reality and within the dreamscape, but the sensation always left her feeling puzzled if not pleasurably full. She did, however, find the moans of her fake twin and Celestia like music to her ears; a cherry on top of the pleasure she got from having her cunt stretched wide by the monolith of a member her faux was packing.
She felt the faux Luna place her open palm on her stomach before she pulled her hips backwards, before slamming into her, giving the genuine Luna deja vu as she screamed into her sister’s moist cunt. Luna felt as though she was close to being torn apart, but if how she treated her sister was any indication, she would not be receiving any mercy. As Celestia rocked back and forth on her face, her tongue trying in futility to keep up, the faux Luna began fucking her with the limitless energy the dream could afford her; somehow feeling as though she got deeper with every thrust. Celestia's moans were the loudest, the juices from her soaking pussy matted Luna's cheek fur. Luna's tongue was skilled but in the situation, she couldn't do anything but slurp and lick messily in Celestia's pink, intermittent with moans as the faux Luna continued to fuck her with no quarter. It might have been Luna's punishment for being rough and violating her sister's privacy, but Luna had to admit, there was definitely some enjoyment in being manhandled like this. After every thrust, she felt the twin members swell larger, yet her fake counterpart didn't sound any closer to orgasm. Celestia, however, was a different story. She gripped Luna's mane so tightly as to pull at the roots, thrusting into her mouth as if she had a cock, smashing her clit into Luna's gums as her sister's tongue tried to deliver lashes to Celestia's petals.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Celestia moaned with a siren-like wail, her thighs quivering around Luna's face as her pleasure escalated to the edge of orgasm. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
"Me too, sister!" the faux Luna alerted before burying her shafts to the hilt inside the genuine Luna.
Luna was assaulted from both ends, the snatch of her sister tightening almost around her entire muzzle as Celestia pulled as much of her face into her cunt as possible. Her fake's double shafts swelled even thicker, the first blast of cum felt like the strike of a crossbow bolt, painful, yet the thought of being filled completely past her limit finally spurned her past the edge of bliss; causing her to convulse with orgasm as she continued to be filled with her twin's spunk. She had further empathy for Celestia as she felt her womb and stomach get plastered with semen, leaving her fuller than a full day of gorging. She continued to grow and grow painfully large, the cocks keeping her holes plugged so none of the sticky fluid could escape. Celestia removed herself from Luna's face so that she could finally look down to her stomach, eyes parting and mouth dropping in shock of what she saw. Her stomach grew larger and larger, reaching the size of a beach ball but it simply wouldn't stop. It wasn't long until her fake was hidden behind her tummy and even then the growth would not stop.
Larger and larger and larger and then...
pop
"Ah!" Luna screamed, rising in her bed in wide-eyed and panicked. Her sheets were strewn about, her coat matted with sweat, her legs matted with... something else entirely. She looked around with a certain amount of grog, wiping the gunk from her eyes and stretching all of her limbs before climbing out of her spacious bed. She glanced at the ornate clock that rested above the window at the far side of her room. Late dusk, she thought as she made her way to the bathroom. Scrub a dub, dub, sang in her mind as she entered the tiled room, eyeing the shower.
Around thirty minutes passed before the moon princess left her bedroom, nodding to each of the guards with a small smile as she passed them, although it was one of knowing. He dreamt of fucking the maid, she, my sister. Her pace was brisk, walking down the halls in a glide. She tried to keep the thoughts of the shared dream with her sister far from her mind. Maybe I shouldn't bring it up... she considered, coming to stop just outside her sibling's door, looking at the door handle pensively. Her hand hovered near it for a few minutes, recoiling before extending and then recoiling again, before she finally gripped it and pushed down with a tight-lipped expression.
"Sister?" she spoke quietly through the gap in the door, before pushing it open, allowing the light to pour in.
"Hmm...?" Celestia stretched in her arms, rising up with a contented smile on her lips. "Good morning, Luna. I trust you slept well?"
"Uh, yes..." she replied with a blush, striding into the room, awkward. "Can the same be said of you?"
"Yes, yes," she confirmed, rising from her bed, clad in a nightie. "I had the most wonderful dream."
"You did, did you?" Luna replied coyly, brow raised in unsureness.
"Yes," Celestia answered, taking slow steps toward her sister, "I'm surprised, however."
"At what?" Luna asked.
"Just how domineering you can be," she answered with a chortle.
"Don't," Luna blushed, arms crossed, visibly flustered. "I didn't think you had those kind of dreams, Celestia. With me no less."
"Now you know why I didn't want you looking into them," Celestia informed, voice soft as well as her featured, stopping before Luna. "I know how many sick twisted minds you've had the misfortunate of visiting at night, and I just didn't want you to know I was one of those minds."
Luna chewed her lip, eyes glancing away. "Are we always doing... that."
"Not always," Celestia replied, assuredly. "Sometimes we're just cuddling by a fireplace, often times I dream of laying on your lap whilst you stroke my mane. On a few occasions, yes, we're making love. Although you came in at a bad time... or good, depending on how you look at it."
Luna remained quiet for a few moments, before looking at her sister with a small grin. "Exhibitionist are you?"
Celestia released a scoff. "I'm surprised your not. Undisputed authority, supreme power, regarded as the highest of the high and then reduced to a mere sex object before the entire country. There's something just taboo and naughty about the entire thing that makes me feel so good."
Luna smirked, form relaxing slightly. "Tia, I've had my fantasies too, admittedly. But you lack the ability to wander through dreams like I. But can I tell you something that always appears in my dreams, sister?"
"What?" Celestia asked, curious.
Without answering, Luna took a large step towards Celestia and fell into her sister's arms, the initial act catching Celestia off guard and then was immediately followed by Luna raising herself up; connecting their lips in a single loving kiss. It lacked tongue or the swapping of spittle, but Celestia was quick to wrap her around her sibling and draw her in closer for a loving embrace as they connected at the mouth. They remained like this for a full minute before Luna pulled away, cheeks red and smile small; eyes barely able to remain on Celestia. "That," she stated simply, nuzzling into her sister's neck.
"I'm happy I was able to help you live out your fantasy," Celestia smirked, resting her chin on Luna's head, hand pressing into her as they continued the hug.
"I could help you live out yours," Luna chuckled, "how about I find a dog collar and lead you naked before the day court?"
Celestia laughed, nuzzling her sister back. "Not in your wildest dreams."
Author's Note
Also, probably one of my most densest fics, comparable to Unexpected Client in terms of how much is going on. Apologies in advance if you didn't like it, reader. Leave a dislike if you disliked it, leave a like if you liked it, or don't. Not up to me.
Also, I am now making it obligatory that all clopfics from here on out will have musically themed titles.
Lastly, I do think my clopwriting is suffering quite a lot. When I look over my completed work and see that it's not up to high quality, I lose the motivation to seek a proper editor. I read another clopfic recently and noticed that despite the high word count I was simply lacking in all the important details that really add oomph to a clopfic. Small things such as describing fluids leaking down someone's thigh or how someone feels inside during the act are missing, and I apologise for that. This 15th fic I will personally mark as my last bad one. I won't send a fic off to be published immediately after completion and will spend time looking over every individual paragraph to tweak it and see what I can improve.
Thank you.
