Author's Note

This is the first time I feel a heads-up is required. This chapter contains:
a) a lot of awkward sex,
b) gender transformation spells,
c) 'male' on male.
I know a lot of people don't like that, so feel free to skip this chapter, you won't lose out on much, I suppose. I did not feel like a single chapter required tags.

For everyone who's still here: Hi, thank you, and I hope you enjoy it.

Day 2,204: A (Ful-)Filling Night

Luna was bored and I was having none of that.

I was admittedly not quite as engrossed as I had initially been myself. The stage play trudged on like a brave little soldier, but by now, the story was lacking in several regards. It was a retelling of some of Luna's exploits before her banishment, which marked the play as one that had been crafted in recent years. There were multiple possible sources of course. Both Celestia and Luna had opened up a little about events prior to her banishment, talking to press or writers on the odd occasion. And Twilight had restored a large portion of the old library at the Castle of the Two Sisters, copying several tomes and thereby making them available to the general public – after revision by Celestia and Luna, obviously.

The title and description had sounded intriguing. But whoever had written the play was lacking in understanding of the material he was given – or inexperienced. I loved stories. Even those I already knew could be repeated with a new twist. Because stories were alive, they learned and evolved and taught different lessons depending on who was telling them and who was listening to them. Due to this, I was obviously heavily biased and yet even I struggled to keep my focus on the stage.

My gaze instead drifted to my right, taking in all the little details about my paramour. Even though it was one of our more fancy dates, we had decided against clothing. But Luna wore her regalia, of course, as well as several little accessories. A pair of earrings, shaped like a crescent moon. A thin silver necklace with a tiny pendant. The pendant was currently shaped to resemble my cutie mark, but it could be switched out. For Twilight’s, for example.

Her wing gave a little, restless twitch. A surefire sign that yet another little detail about the play annoyed her.

I grinned when I noticed her looking over at me. She did not mind me staring at her. She instead quietly sighed. “I was a patron of the arts once,” she bemoaned with a short side glance to the stage.

“I know,” I replied, my grin dimming down to a soft smile. “They called you ‘Matron of the Arts’, and for a while, you were the happiest mare you could be.”

“Have I told you this story before?” she asked and a cheeky smile spread on her muzzle.

I cringed just a little bit. I usually tried to keep to my own memories, instead of relying on those bestowed upon me by flashes. Luna did not quite share my opinion on the matter. While everypony else seemed quite content with my decision and supported me as much as they could, Luna seemed to feel a constant need to oppose those other ponies and play devil’s advocate. To be the voice of the ‘other side’, if nopony else was willing to do this. She challenged me, time and again. She argued in favor of accepting these memories of previous lives. Of using them, learning from them. And I was not willing to go into this discussion again. Not here, not now.

Eager to switch the topic, I looked over to the stage once more. We were using the special alcove that was always reserved for royalty. It gave us a lot more privacy, being higher up and warded against ponies looking in or hearing us talk. We kept quiet anyway, because that was just polite – and to be honest, neither of us knew how much volume those runes could cancel out.

“Are you bored?” I asked as my gaze returned to her.

She always preferred the more direct approach. Looking to the stage for a moment herself, she sighed. “I dread to admit it, but yes.”

I hummed to myself for a moment, thinking of possibilities to make this more entertaining for her. It was my date, after all, and she should not need to suffer through this just because of my poor choice of stage play. A devious idea crossed my mind and a smile tugged at my lips. “Judging by how the story progresses, I’d say we have another half an hour or so until it’s over?” I surmised.

She gave a nod. “That seems about r—“

She froze immediately as she felt my magic crawl over her dark blue coat. I scooched a little closer to her and leaned against her. I sent little tendrils of magic along her back, caressing her larger frame. Her wings both twitched this time, growing even more restless.

“What are you doing…?” she whispered.

“Apologizing for my poor choice,” I answered her before I tilted my head a little and kissed her neck.

She closed her eyes and sighed. “You are not at fault. Neither of us could have known how tedious this would turn out,” she insisted. Yet despite that, I could feel her enjoying the attention. Feeling a little more daring, I gave her skin a little nip. “You seem to feel quite adventurous,” she remarked with a side glance, accompanied by a grin. “Do keep in mind that we are still in public, however.”

I only briefly pulled back to take a look. The other alcoves were mostly empty and those that were not would have difficulties spotting me behind Luna. I grinned and the anticipation made my heart flutter a little. And my stomach, too – this was quite exciting. “All they can see is you, so keeping up a decent façade is a ‘you’-problem right now, kitten.” I closed the gap again and kissed her neck once more, following an invisible trail. “And right now, I think I like the idea of making you squirm a little,” I breathed into her ear. To even reach that, I had to stretch my neck a little, but it worked out just fine. Her ear flicked and a faint tint darkened her cheeks while she stoically stared down to the stage. That smile betrayed her though. I nosed forward along her back, a little lick here, a tender kiss there, the occasional nip in between, while my magic snaked along her form and stroked a couple of her more sensitive spots.

Spoken in a strict sense, our relationship was only a couple of months old. However, that statement disregarded years of friendship and the entirety of my memories gained from flashes. With Luna constantly arguing on behalf of those, I had no qualms about using them to know my way around her body. We had half an hour to go, and I used a couple of minutes to gently and ever so slowly heat her up. Her breathing had become a little heavier, her tail swished on the odd occasion, yet she kept staring down, as if she was still following the play.

I had quickly found out that Luna was a lot kinkier than Twilight or Celestia. Probably due in no small part to her constant dreamwalking. She loved to experiment, and I knew for a fact that the risk of being caught was thrilling to her. Truth be told, my heart was beating rapidly as well – this was quite a kick.

I had barely noticed my own arousal up to the moment her own horn started to glow and her magic wrapped itself around my member. I inhaled sharply and had to close my eyes for a moment to control myself. I managed not to moan due to the unexpected attention, but she slowly started stroking and I knew that, with my current state of mind, it would not take much anyway. I needed to wriggle my way out of this one and I quickly scanned our surroundings to find a suitable solution. “They see you, kitten,” I noted with a bemused grin.

Her magic stopped immediately and she looked around. A couple of ponies in the other alcoves had indeed spotted the glow of her magic. In a semi-dark room where the only light source was supposed to be on stage, her magic aura was quite visible. And I still had the luxury of being relatively hidden behind her.

Being smaller than your lover had its advantages.

I dared to go a step further than before and snuck a single, thin tendril down her back, beyond her tail and along her marehood. I stifled a chuckle as she took a sharp breath in and tensed up. While I varied the pressure on her nether regions, she quickly understood that a good part of my current amusement resulted from her somewhat helpless situation. Of course she could just tell me to stop – but she did not want to. However neither could she reciprocate at the moment. She was at my mercy and I had little intention to show her any.

“You are a cruel little dem—“ she started, but forcefully shut her mouth as I redirected the tendril to part her labia.

“Don’t call me ‘little’, kitten,” I quietly whispered, followed by a chuckle.

I heard that shuddering breath escape her throat. She once again stared ahead, down to the stage, supposedly following the play, but I knew better. She had to focus, she had to reinforce her self-control to play along with this amusing charade. And maybe, just maybe, I was enjoying myself a little bit too much. I had all the power, and she had none. I could do what I wanted, and she had to suffer the consequences no matter what. It was an illusion of course. The entire scenario was. But I dared to indulge a little.

"Now purr for me, little kitten," I murmured into her ear and pushed a tendril into her. She once more took a deep breath but resisted my request. “You are going to regret this audacity,” she quietly whispered with a strained, yet husky voice.

“Oh I sure hope so,” I replied with a smug grin. “Oh woe is me, whatever shall I do…? But until then, you’re mine.” The alcove had a railing of course. A nice paneling with impressive detailing, a flowery motive or something – I could not make it out all that well in this almost-darkness. The important part was: Nopony would see if I were to lower myself down.

A single hot breath exhaled onto her teat was enough to make her visibly shudder. “Careful kitten, you don’t want them to suspect anything, now do you?” I teased and before she could answer anything, I gave her sensitive spot a good, long lick.

A strangled sound escaped her lips and her hindleg gave a little twitch of its own. In the back of my head, a voice piped up: Maybe this was getting out of hoof? Maybe I was overdoing it? It was admittedly a very reasonable sounding voice. One immediately drowned out by another one joking that I would actually quite like overdoing her. I split a second tendril off. It wrapped around her tail at first, teasing her dock, before that one as well ventured lower and effortlessly pushed past her sphincter.

I was rewarded with a low moan this time and the sight of Luna actually needing to clasp a hoof over her mouth. She shot a glare down at me, wordlessly accusing me ‘how dare you’, but her eyes rolled back a little when I doubled my effort and let those tendrils wriggle around inside her while I simultaneously kissed her teat again. A little grunt followed and her hip involuntarily bucked. She was close.

We only had a couple more minutes to go, I knew that. The climax was over – the one on stage, at least – and I heard scraps of dialogue indicating loose story threads being tied up. She still tried to keep up the façade, but I noticed that it had become quite hard for her to do so. By now, she relied more on ponies being interested in the resolution of the play than her self-control. Her entire body language spoke of her need.

And I denied her.

A small part of me berated me for my unnecessary cruelty. Another one was still drunk from this power trip. And a third one cautiously tried to argue that edging was something that could make a climax more enjoyable, if done correctly. Seeing as I had never done this before, that probably did not bode well. Every time I noticed her hips bucking, a shiver running down her legs, her wings twitching that little bit more agitated, I slowed down, withdrew the tendrils, stopped my kisses and licks, only to start all over once she had calmed down a little bit. Just a little bit.

Her every breath was a carefully measured, controlled occurrence by now. Deep inhales, slow exhales. She obviously could do nothing about that deep dark tint in her cheeks and ears, but that would not be noticeable from other alcoves.

I shamelessly abused my powers for a little while longer, until I suddenly heard a lot of ponies clapping their hooves in applause. The audience, I realized, The play is over. Luna played her part marvelously until the bitter end, waiting patiently for the actors to all appear on stage, bowing to the audience, then bowing to their Princess in attendance. She replied with a curt nod and expressed her approval before she was finally allowed to close the curtains of the alcove.

An effortless swish of her magic swept my own spell away as soon as we were out of sight and Luna turned towards me dangerously slowly. There was an inferno raging in her eyes and while I backpedaled a little bit in a mixture of fear and anticipation, my heart was thumping away merrily and butterflies were fluttering in my stomach. “Oh you’re so in for it now,” she promised while stalking closer to me. Despite the threat, I still grinned rather smugly as I noticed the slight tremble in her legs.

“Lu?” I sheepishly squeaked out, suddenly becoming quite aware of the fact that we still did not know about the limitations of those sound proofing wards.

It mattered little, as it turned out. She towered over me, a fierce gaze directed down at me, and within a second, her magic wreathed her horn in a cobalt blue glow and we vanished, only to reappear in her chambers. That glow did not vanish. Her next spell grabbed me with as little effort as a foal needed to pick up a toy and she threw me onto her bed. “Oof. I know you like it rough, but—“

She wouldn't even let me jest a little. She was over me again in an instant. It took me a second to realize why I was confused by that. The teleportation and the little roughhousing had probably something to do with that. I was staring up at her teats. With a grin, I charged my horn and brushed my magic over them, delighting in that now unrestrained shudder that ran through her entire body.

“We are long past the point where you get to decide anything,” Luna growled.

I was not sure what she meant by that until her magic gripped my member again, only to raise it up from my belly and a second later, my magic faltered and faded. My concentration utterly broke the moment her mouth engulfed me. She did not waste time either, swallowing more and more with each second.

“Oh Lu-hnnng—…” Now I had to work. I had no idea how she fit it in, my head swam in euphoria, straight thoughts were basically impossible and I loved every second of it. I felt my blood rush down, the head of my length flare and heard her struggle to breathe for a second before she did… something? She withdrew, only to swallow it again, and I was in no shape to raise my head and take a look, no matter how much I wanted to. Only three or four repetitions later, the option was taken from me entirely as she arched her back and firmly placed her rump on my muzzle. I was delighted. I eagerly brushed my tongue over her clit and elicited a moan from her that in turn vibrated throughout my own body. My hooves found their way to her haunches and I pressed down on her cutie marks, kneading her rump.

With how much I had riled her up before, I was not surprised how quickly she came. However, I had not expected her to squirt in my face. For some reason, that made me laugh and a second later, I almost choked on the liquid. Seeing as I was still in no shape to use my magic, I just tilted my head to each side and rubbed it along the sheets, before relishing the opportunity to just dive straight back in as the tremors still wracked her.

I could not make her climax again before my attention was drawn away. The built-up had been fast and my self-control was barely able to hold on for just a little while longer. “Lu, I’m close,” I moaned. I was pretty sure she had heard, but she certainly did not stop. Quite to the contrary, she seemed to double down on her efforts, bobbing her head faster. Feeling that burning sensation build up, the pressure mounting fast, I embraced her rump with my hooves, pulled her down with every ounce of force I could spare and buried my muzzle straight in her marehood. I thrust my tongue as deep into her as I could manage. A fraction of a second later, I felt the first waves of my own orgasm hit me hard and fast. I came into her mouth – or throat? – and despite my efforts to be cautious, I could not stop my hip from jerking forward with each wave as I involuntarily tried to get even deeper. As soon as I regained even a modicum of self-control, I immediately resumed greedily licking away at her insides. A whine escaped my throat as she withdrew her mouth and the coolness of the surrounding air hit my receding member. A whine that she most certainly felt more than she heard it.

Another drawn-out moan from her drove me mad. “Don’t stop,” she haggardly groaned.

With her being the sole focus of my efforts again, I was free to use my magic once more. A tendril reappeared wrapped around her dock, slid lower and pushed past her sphincter once more. She cried out in pleasure and only a couple of seconds later, her legs trembled and gave out as another orgasm wrecked her body. She had the presence of mind to let herself fall to the side instead of on top of me. While she was still convulsing, I scooched closer, grabbed her rump once more and carefully licked along her labia, avoiding her clit at this point so as to not overstimulate her. I did extend her orgasm as long as I could manage though, and only when she finally rode out the last wave did I relinquish.

I tried to reposition myself. I initially planned on snuggling up to her, but I felt too exhausted right now and only managed to lay my head on top of her flank with an amused grin. It did feel like a nice spot to lay my head though. Her rump made for a fine, plush pillow.

“Phew,” was all I could manage for a couple of minutes. Even Luna remained silent for a good while, both of us just busy catching our breaths and calming down somewhat.

Her efforts were finished the moment she gave a deep, satisfied sigh. “That was a great date,” she teased with a quiet giggle.

I chimed in with a chuckle of my own. “Why thank you. Everything meticulously planned from the start.”

“Including how I dominated you just now?” she teased with a grin I could not see, but hear.

“Everything,” I insisted and gave her flank a lazy kiss. “You’re usually quite dominant anyway, so that’s not exactly a surprise.”

“You do make it rather easy,” she mused. “Though I must admit, that only makes it more thrilling when you do decide to flip the table on me…” We were silent for a minute or two once more, until she continued. “You do have a mean streak, though. I did not know that.”

I laughed a little. “Well, I mean… you compare me to Fluttershy at times, right? Has she ever told you about ‘new Fluttershy’? If not, you should ask her someday.”

Luna giggled in response. “It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for…”

“And the nerdy ones are the kinkiest,” I replied and cautiously gave her flank a little slap with a hoof. Just enough force to count as a love tap, not enough to actually make her yelp.

“Twilight would not dare to deny that,” Luna giggled.

“And why would that be, hm?” I retorted. “Because she is the kinky one, or because she knows you?”

“Why not ask her yourself?” Luna offered.

“You know how she is,” I answered with a fond smile. “She gets all embarrassed and blushes and starts to stammer in her attempts to explain things objectively.”

“You’re one to talk,” she teased.

I could not disagree. Even though I liked to believe that I had less ambition to explain anything objectively. That really was more of a Twilight-thing. “I love how easily she gets flustered. Teasing her is so much fun.”

“It is,” Luna agreed in an enamored tone. “She does this little whinny right before she climaxes. It is so endearing.”

I laughed at that and nodded. She could not see it, but maybe she could feel the movement of my head on her flank and interpret it correctly. I could not be bothered to explain it to her. I instead lingered on the topic a little more. Strangely enough, it was fun, in a way. Talking with Luna about Twilight, right after we had sex, had never felt awkward or weird or wrong. Then again, talking openly with Luna about anything was quite easy. “After she’s done, in her afterglow, she sometimes hums to herself. I don’t even think she’s aware of that.”

Luna giggled and without further notice, started to hum a melody herself. “Like that? And no, I do not think she realized just yet.”

While that grin was still plastered on my face, the melody she had hummed was strange. “Hm. Do you think she… wait. She hums the same melody every time with you, right?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Because mine’s different,” I revealed with a chuckle. “That’s curious. I mean we apparently have our own melodies in her head. It’s actually quite cute.”

“I wonder what she would hum if we were to both share a bed with her,” Luna mused with no small amount of playfulness in her voice. “Maybe the melody of the one that pushed her over the edge? Or a mixture of both melodies?”

Her train of thought gave me pause for a moment. It almost sounded like she had thought about this before. “Luna?”

“Hm?” she lazily replied.

“Have you ever considered a threesome with Twilight and me?” My curiosity was piqued.

She laughed quietly. “Of course I have. You did not?”

Twilight was easily flustered, despite her willingness to experiment and her openness. Celestia did not want the others to know anything about her escapades and did not want to hear any of theirs either. Luna did not mind either way. I realized that me not thinking about it might have been the result of set boundaries and assumptions I had made about what those limitations implied. “I… no. No, I didn’t. I never thought it would be an option, so I never considered it.” Then again, there was a huge difference between fantasy and reality. Being turned on by the fantasy of being powerless, at somepony else’s mercy, did not mean that it would still be this thrilling and arousing once it became a reality. And it worked both ways: What aroused in reality could turn out to be quite boring when transformed into a fantasy. “Is that an option I need to consider?” I asked.

She was silent for a moment longer than I had expected, before simply asking, “Would you want it to be one?”

So I gave that some more thought, because she had basically asked me to. I obviously loved them both and I was pretty sure that they harmonized quite well on many levels — sex included. I imagined pleasuring Luna, licking her marehood, while simultaneously groping Twilight's rump. The first thing this image brought up — now that my arousal had been satisfied for the moment — was the issue of logistics. Twilight was larger than I was. Luna was larger than Twilight. Both had wings. That made sixteen appendages somewhere on that bed, attached to three bodies. I loved pony piles for their snuggle value. But pony piles for sex? That sounded… difficult? Complicated, at least.

I tried to switch it up, to conjure a new image. I plunged into Twilight at speed, enjoyed her ragged breaths, her moans. At the same time, with both hooves and muzzle free, I tried to get Luna off. Again, logistics were the first point of conflict I saw. The obvious solution was to fool around with each after the other, but not only did that feel like the need to choose a favorite — which I was decidedly against —, it also felt like missing the point of a threesome. Maybe I misunderstood the concept of it?

I shrugged and gave her my answer. “I don’t think I like that very much, to be honest. I feel like I would need to divide my attention. Preferably equally. And I’m not sure if I’m capable of that. I want to give my partner my all, and I can’t do that without neglecting the other one present. Which sucks. I mean, I suck at the whole ‘multitasking’-thing in general. Doesn’t feel like this would turn out well.”

She sounded almost relieved when she sighed. “Good. I actually share your sentiment there. The main difference is that I can multitask and that I have actual experience with this. I tried it a couple of times, but I quickly came to the same conclusion. I do not like sharing in general, to be honest, and I hate dividing my attention away from my partner.”

“You talked to Twilight about this, didn't you?” I suspected with a chuckle.

She giggled and we needed a moment to calm down again. “Actually, she was the one bringing this up to me” Luna corrected.

“Really now?” I asked in honest surprise. Twilight was eager to ‘experiment’, and she was quite insistent on correct labeling in that regard, but I had not expected her to be interested in this at all. Then again, she was still easing herself into the whole sexual side of things, using her experiments to tap into new areas and possibilities, exploring with both Luna and me.

“Told you,” Luna replied with a quiet laugh. “It is the nerdy ones.”

“Actually, that was my line,” I corrected her. “You were all gung-ho about the quiet ones. You know, this has me thinking though...” Twilight had brought it up. Out of curiosity, maybe? Or maybe she was fantasizing about it. Wouldn't that be interesting. "We could try, you know? For her sake. As a birthday present or something. Maybe it would work out if we agree to focus on her?"

She hummed in reply, which could mean all or nothing, and I did not mind the conversation dulling at that moment. I instead enjoyed it. Her rump was soft and warm, her coat brushed against mine, the room smelled like sex and her and me and for now, I liked that. My content sigh was quickly followed by Luna stirring a little bit. “You have another round or two in you, do you not?” she asked.

I still could not see her face, but I could hear her smirk. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion and I tilted my head a little to the side. The scent of her arousal hit my nostrils again, even stronger than before, and I saw her fur being dampened again. Just what had she been thinking about these last minutes? “Maybe,” I teased her.

I had to raise my head when she finally turned over to look at me. She only smiled as a reply to my discontent sigh, but any displeasure was quickly forgotten once she repositioned herself and captured me in a kiss that progressively deepened. I could feel her passion build up again, just as much as I could feel my own desire return. Once we pulled apart to catch some air, there was once more a spark in her eyes.

“Are you willing to try the next step?” she asked.

And my stomach immediately twisted into a knot and my mind screeched to a halt. I knew what she was talking about. Obviously. Despite her impatience, Luna was an experienced lover and would not just spring something this big out of nowhere on me or any of her paramours. We had talked at length about what we wanted to try out at some point, what was a no-go, what was a ‘maybe someday’. As usual, she knew quite well what she wanted, what she enjoyed and what she wanted to try with me. The important part in this was ‘with me’, as she probably had already seen and done almost anything anyway. Most of her ideas and wishes were indeed related to my natural submissive nature that, for some strange reason, almost entirely vanished when I shared my bed with Celestia. Strange how these things worked.

But Luna quite liked dominating me. And I felt safe enough with her to enjoy it as well. We had played around with blindfolds and restraints before and that had been fine. What she was referring to now was in a whole other league though. Something I was still quite uncertain about. “Tonight?” I hesitantly asked.

She leaned down with a warm smile, nuzzled me and gave me another peck on my lips. “You do not have to if you do not wish to. I am merely asking.”

I sighed. Honesty had served me well so far. Surely it would not betray me now. “I’m nervous,” I admitted. “And I’m conflicted about this. I don’t know what to expect and how it will turn out a-and… I don’t know. Thing is, I don’t think this will change. Ever. Not without any actual new input on the matter and the only option to get viable new input would be to… just try it out.”

She grinned a little. “So you… want to? Do not wish to?”

I chuckled quietly in reply. She had a point, did she not? I was stalling. I was giving her non-answers. Mulling things over in my head once more, I settled on a shrug and tried to force a smile on my lips, but it felt decidedly shaky. “If I ever were to consider this, then it would be with you, I think. I feel safe with you. So… hah… yeah, let’s.”

I just had to laugh at the excited squeal she gave. Like a very excited little filly. She leaned down and nibbled at my ear. My eyelids fluttered in response as I gave her an appreciative sigh. “I will try my best to not make you regret this,” she half-joked. “And remember: ‘Daisy’ and we stop, no matter what.”

I numbly nodded while a chaotic mixture of apprehension and anticipation flooded my system. “Just be… uhm… gentle?” I asked and felt foolish doing so. Goodness, my cheeks burned.

But Luna just smiled. Full of warmth and care. “I will.”

She stood up on the bed, the glow of her magic enveloped her horn again and a second later, stretched out to encase her entire body. I knew on a theoretical level that gender swap spells existed and I knew that in this day and age, they were somewhat more common. Common enough that several different versions existed, each tweaked to the user's personal preference. I loved Luna, and I wanted Luna. I did not want Lunar or Lune or whatever one might call a male version of her. Broader build, chiseled chin, muscular – I had absolutely no interest in that. Because of that, I liked to think that I was straight as an arrow. My interest lied with mares and mares only. But such clear-cut borders started to become a lot more blurry once magic got involved.

A second after the aura of her magic vanished, everything was done. Luna was standing over me, still being Luna. I was intimately familiar with her body. I loved her body. But now, it sported a rather impressive new addition dangling under her belly.

Then again, being stiff as it was due to her arousal, it did not do much dangling right now.

I liked to believe that I was pretty set in my sexuality. I knew what I was, how I was, what I preferred and what I disliked. Most of the time anyway. And this turned out to be one of those times that I just… was not. I saw her member twitch a little, leaking a small amount of fluid already that dripped down onto my belly. It felt incredibly strange, seeing that.

Of course her new appendage was larger than mine, seeing as her entire frame was larger. That really did not help ease my worries. And only a small part of those were centered around ‘how is that supposed to fit?!’ I knew that it was possible. Heck, I had done it myself, as the active part, so there was that. But goodness gracious, my nerves really made me work for my halfway normal breathing.

“Be at ease, Dream,” she whispered into my ear again. She rarely used the abbreviation. Due to this, it felt like a pet name in some ways. I wanted to say something, but did not know what and gave no indication, and any impulse died anyway as soon as she kissed me.

It helped. It really did.

I was familiar with her body. These were her lips. This was her tongue. She tasted the same. Her tongue was the same length, width, and had the same texture. My hoof found her cheek, stroked along her neck. Familiar proportions. A familiar flutter in my stomach. This is still Luna. My Luna.

She carefully grabbed me and pulled me a little bit more towards the edge of the bed. I was lying on my back, my tail spilled over the edge, and she kissed a little trail down my neck. My inner conflict intensified. I knew what was coming, on a theoretical level. But I did not understand. Despite all my efforts, I could not even tell what I was feeling. Was I afraid? Revolted? Excited?

I gasped as her tongue trailed along my erect member. I had not even noticed it emerging from its sheath again. She slowly worked her way down its length and down to my balls. It felt nice. Still familiar. And I knew why she grabbed my hindlegs with her hooves when she did. As she had said: “We do not know if you are a kicker. We will find out once we try.”

With her hooves occupied, her magic grabbed and prodded at my rump, slowly working its way inwards. A smaller spell quickly washed over me, a little bit of cleanup and preparation. And next thing I knew, she cautiously let her tongue trail from my balls to my sphincter.

For just a moment, that thought actually did trigger revulsion. Clear as day and easily identified. I tensed up, clenched down, felt things go awry and so did she. Without a word and practiced ease, she just retreated, kissing a little trail along my belly and licking at the flaring head of my member.

It quickly turned into a game of sorts. She lowered herself down, tried to ease me into it, and once I shut down, she retreated, only to return once I had calmed down. I had difficulties understanding her persistence. She had suggested we try this, but I did not remember her being overly eager to do so. I had seen her being a lot more enthusiastic about blindfolds and rope than this. It took a while for me to realize that with every repetition, it took me longer until I rejected this.

Until I just… didn’t.

A couple of seconds passed by and I suddenly broke out into a giggle. She immediately withdrew, looked at me and furrowed her brow in mild confusion. “Is everything alright?” she asked in concern.

“Yeah, I—… sorry, I just… I was just thinking ‘my ass is wet’,” I explained and had to fight not to start giggling again. “And for some reason, that was really funny to me… still is, actually…”

The explanation meanwhile seemed to ease her worry and a grin quickly grew on her lips. “Well, it is better to laugh than to worry.” She looked down and up again. “And yes, it is quite wet,” she confirmed with a grin. I giggled again and shook my head. Maybe I was going mad. Or this was just the surreal nature of this moment slowly sinking in. “Shall I continue?” she asked, her tone returning to that soft care she had exhibited earlier.

I took a deep breath to steady myself. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.” It was hard to resist her eager gaze.

I closed my eyes for some reason. I was not entirely sure why. And I felt it prod me. It was slimy due to the lube Luna apparently had applied at some point, but at least it was not cold. Still. As soon as I felt that, I tensed up again. Just the thought, the mental image of that thing somehow supposedly fitting was absurd.

I felt the weight of Luna shift as she climbed up on top of me. Her longer back made it possible for her to lean down and kiss me while still standing before the bed. It had its advantages being smaller sometimes. Only after we broke the kiss did my head deign to inform me of where those lips and that tongue recently had been. It was a silly thought of course. Her spell had worked flawlessly. I had not noticed anything at all, and yet my mind was trying to make me feel disgusted.

I had not noticed anything. She knew what she was doing. I trusted her.

Disgust. Regret. Insecurity.

There was a war raging in my heart and my head alike. I tried to make a decision by pulling Luna down again, kissing her deep and hard. Trust. I trusted her.

There had been a time where I doubted if a gesture as simple as a kiss could actually convey any meaning at all. I still doubted that at times. There was always a reasonable, oftentimes more reasonable, alternative explanation. But whatever the reason might have been in this instance, important to me was only that Luna understood. I tried to give her an opportunity.

An opening to use. Very funny.

Without breaking the kiss, she pulled her hip back and used her magic to guide herself. I felt the flared head of her member prod against my sphincter again and I battled with what I had left to keep myself from tensing up again. This would be a very long night otherwise, or it would not work at all. Maybe it could not work. But she had suggested this and I wanted to try, at least. For her sake if nothing else. To distract myself a little bit more, I put every ounce of passion in that one kiss. It became almost desperate.

And rather suddenly, I broke that same kiss and my eyes shot wide open as she made it past. She grunted a little as I involuntarily tensed up. “Relax,” she whispered and caressed my neck with a hoof. She stared straight into my eyes. Sincerity. Love. Trust.

It still took a couple of seconds to follow through on that. I had to actively focus on my breathing, and to double down on these efforts, I closed my eyes again and pulled her down once more. Not to kiss her this time, but to nuzzle her. To smell her mane, feel her warmth, breed familiarity.

This, too, became a game of sorts as soon as she cautiously started to push deeper.

I had difficulties actually describing what I felt. Maybe because I felt this for the first time, and there was nothing I could compare it to. It was an utterly alien sensation, one I was sitting on the fence on about what I thought of it. The simplest way to describe it was: I was being filled. Quite literally, obviously. And beyond that, words failed me.

There was a certain discomfort. My ass was stretched to a degree I was decidedly not familiar with and all the lube in the world could not change the ache in muscles that simply were not used to this kind of activity.

“Are you still alright?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

“I… hm…” We both had stopped moving. I still failed to wrap my brains around the thought of how that thing fit inside, but apparently it did. There was still a good length to go and I was not sure if I was dreading that, or looking forward to it, as despite my best efforts, the battle was still ongoing. “I’m not in pain?” I weakly offered.

She attempted a small smile. “Well, I sure hope so. That is a good start. Shall I continue?”

I wiggled a little and was surprised to hear her softly moan at that. The movement had felt… different. Neither good nor bad. Maybe this entire thing was just another instance of ‘acquired taste’? “I should be alright. I’ll let you know if that changes,” I promised. That moan had sounded rather hot, though. And maybe this was worth it just to see and hear her experience this.

She leaned down. Another kiss, another careful push. At some point, we reached the maximum. I did not know if it was the maximum she could push in, or if it was in all the way. I dared neither look nor ask. I instead had noticed my own breathing becoming heavier. My own member twitched between our bellies. And I had seen Luna's self-control being challenged. She slowly started to move. She withdrew from me and that… that really did feel weird. Still – it felt weird. Not good, not bad, but weird. I had started to get used to feeling full, and now I was emptied and it felt like a part of my body despised that even more than the intruder itself, clinging to it, clamping down on it.

She retreated only halfway or so before pushing back in, still quite slowly, and this time, something changed. The intruder had previously been exactly that. Something foreign that did not belong there. Now it felt like welcoming back something that did belong.

Over the course of the next few minutes, she built up a steady, slow rhythm. A haze lowered itself over my mind, making it harder and harder to observe my own feelings, to understand what I was thinking, how and why. I instead focused more and more on the sensations themselves. How her hip smacked against my rump. Oh sweet Luna, she actually is fully inside.

To improve her balance and the steadiness of her rhythm, she had to stand up again. If I wanted a kiss, I could have one at any time, I just needed to make that desire clear somehow. But she was there, towering over me again. I could see her work, I saw her restrain herself, and I shuddered as the thought hit me that yes, indeed, my kitten is bucking me…

That thought apparently hit a certain spot. Due to the haze, I had had difficulties noticing the build-up, but as soon as that thought hit me and that “I love you” left my throat as a needy whine and I saw her goofy grin as she replied in kind, I was overwhelmed and came. Which right now meant that I shot spurt after spurt onto my own chest, neck and in once instance, face.

Disgust. Regret. Inse-

I laughed instead. That sounded less frustrating.

“T-Tight,” Luna moaned with her eyes firmly shut as I came, only to push all the way in with more speed than before and give herself over to her own climax.

This time, I had at least something I could compare it to: I had buried my muzzle in her nether regions when she came time and time again. I loved teasing her, I loved extending her orgasm as long as possible. And I could feel those waves hit her, those tremors running up and down her body. I always cherished that.

But this, right now? It was similar, yet on an entirely different level. I could feel her member twitch with every spurt, but it was different. It somehow felt more intimate? Maybe because she was inside me, instead of it being ‘merely’ surface contact. I came to the conclusion that I might actually like this part, at least.

I was not quite so sure about the result, though. I felt her semen slosh around somehow and any thought concerning that fact fell back on being weird again.

I saw Luna struggling and I knew perfectly well why and how that felt. “Woah, come on, come over here,” I addressed her and pulled her down to me, right on top. I did not mind the additional weight much – we would not remain like this for a long time. It was just for those precious first seconds until her legs cooperated again.

She laid her head down on the bed sheets next to me, quietly but heavily breathing. “I have not done this in… a long, long time… I forgot a few details, it appears,” she whispered before she turned her head and kissed my ear. I noticed how utterly happy her smile was. “Are you alright?” I considered telling her that she was a little heavy, but refrained from doing so. I instead turned my muzzle to the side and kissed her nose. She giggled. “You have a little something there,” she reminded me.

I chimed in with a giggle and nodded. “Yeah, that, uh… we don’t talk about that.”

“We don’t?” she asked and started to pout.

“No, most certainly not,” I answered and giggled again.

“Aw… but you looked so… I believe ‘sexy’ is the term they use these days, is it not?”

I blushed. “It is.”

“You looked sexy when you came. I do not get to see that as often as I would like to,” she teased me further.

Instead of engaging her in a battle that I could not hope to win anyway, I sighed and used a little bit of magic to levitate a handkerchief over to at least clean up my face. “How are your legs doing?” I asked and she took that as a cue to stand back up and slowly, carefully, extract herself from me.

“Goodness, what a mess,” she commented with another giggle.

“Your mess, for once,” I replied. For reasons I did not understand quite yet, it became easier to joke around about all of this now that everything was said and done.

Luna crawled into bed next to me and lay down, muzzle to muzzle. “I love my mess.”

I quietly laughed for a brief moment. “Well that has meaning on so many levels…” Another deep breath and I tried to take stock. I had felt her member shrink. And I had even noticed a certain, strange sadness of sorts as she withdrew. Other than that though? My rump felt sore. Every muscle ached, my sphincter especially. The rest was just the usual aftermath – everything was either sweaty, or sticky, or both.

I finally noticed how she watched me. How she carefully read my body language, my facial expression. She studied the aftermath just as much as I did, with the sole difference being that we both studied my reaction to it. I was still first to ask, though. “So, how was it?”

“That is what I am supposed to ask you, no?” she replied with a smile.

“Hm. Probably. But I asked first,” I insisted with a grin.

“Well, you are very sensitive,” she started her assessment. “I think you have some decisions to make, some observations to evaluate, and if we ever do this again, maybe the mental component will be less of an obstacle then. Of course being a first timer would – and most likely did - contribute massively. But even with these two factors put aside, I still think you are quite sensitive.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I wondered.

“Not necessarily,” she answered with a short head shake. “Like most things, it has its benefits and drawbacks. I suspect that your sensibility is at least partially founded in our mind. I had a little experiment with Twilight maybe… five months into our relationship. I had noticed some strange behavior and got curious, so I asked her for a little test. I made her climax without even touching her, neither with hoof nor magic. I just had to imply and suggest and her mind did the heavy lifting for me. It is not quite as pronounced within you, but once again, you two share certain similarities.”

“Sooo~,” I started with an amused grin, “you’re not going to make me cum just by whispering sweet nothings into my ear?”

She smiled like a predator, raised her head a little and, without touching me, whispered into my ear. “Oh do believe me, it was a lot more than just ‘sweet nothings’.” She looked quite satisfied as she noticed a shudder running down my spine. “I believe it is now your turn.”

I remained silent for a good while longer as I still collected and sorted my thoughts on the matter. “At first it just felt weird,” I finally explained. “And I thought that was the red lining throughout. At one point, I was actually comparing this to other ‘acquired tastes’. Like… it’s not exactly the greatest thing in the world, but you could eventually grow to like it if you do it enough times. And maybe that still holds true, to be honest. There are… parts of this that I liked. And other parts that I… hm. I have certain aversions I don’t quite understand yet. Probably needs all that evaluating you mentioned. I like you dominating me and this is a new perspective on that… quite literally. But I think… if it was just that? If I wanted just that? I would stick to blindfolds and cuffs. I can see us doing this on the odd occasion, I… I think that would be okay. And as I said, there are parts about it that I like, so… who knows, maybe after I thought about it some more… I might find more that I like? Maybe?”

She leaned over and nuzzled me. “As long as you do not just convince yourself of this for my sake.”

“No. No, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. I mean… you wanted to try this and we did and it was okay…ish. I’ve seen you more excited about other stuff. If I were to convince myself of anything for your sake, it would be something else,” I half-jokingly promised. “Besides. This? This is something I can promise you will never happen with anypony else, because quite frankly, there’s a lot of criteria that needs to be met. The fact that you are this experienced and that you were this patient and that I trust you this much… it was all necessary to even make this possible in the first place.”

“Thank you for your trust,” she said with a warm smile. We remained silent for a moment before she spoke up again. “To be honest, I suggested this less for my sake than yours.”

“You… wait… you did?” That confused me more than just a little bit. Had I ever given her reason to believe that I was into this? I tried to remember, but came up empty-hoofed.

“Yes. You are rather submissive in nature and I thought that you might like it. And while that did not turn out to be true, it was worth a try, was it not?” I honestly had difficulties understanding that logic. For me, it seemed like quite a jump to get from ‘being submissive’ to, well, that. Then again, despite her efforts to acclimate to modern times, she still was a mare of a different age in some regards. Maybe that played a role in this?

“It was,” I agreed, because after all – I could agree with that, at least. “And I’m grateful to have you to try these kinds of things out. And honestly, having you tower over me and seeing you cum like that was one of the hottest things in recent memory. That'll stick with me for a while.”

She quietly laughed. "I am glad to hear that." She hesitated for a moment and once more watched me closely again. “We could take another step, if you are up for it?”

I did not cringe this time. I squirmed. “That… is an entirely different can of worms,” I replied with a sigh.

“I feel like worms get a bad reputation in this day and age,” Luna replied with a furrowed brow. “Back in my days, they were considered quite useful. I wonder what changed.” I chuckled a little and her face lit up with a smile. “Again: You do not have to do anything. But if it makes you feel more comfortable, we can talk about it some more?”

I sighed. “I know, I know. See… I’m pretty sure about my sexuality. I think. For the most part. I like mares, and I don’t care about stallions. Now, what we did just now was… eh… we dipped our hooves into that gray, blurry area where things overlap. And now I know that I like mares, even if they have male equipment, but it’s a lot harder to deal with that. Like… the fact that you have a penis suddenly flips a switch in my head and now, I really need to like you a lot to go through with this. And truth be told, I don’t think it would work out on a permanent basis. ‘Every once in a while’ is alright, but let’s just say it would be… I don’t know… every second day or so? That would be waaay too much. But now you suggest changing my gender and yours and I’m… I just… I don’t know what to think of that. And this time, it’s less about the thing between your legs and more about the thing between mine. I don’t think I identify myself with the fact that I have a penis. It’s just there. And it does its thing and sometimes, that thing is rather enjoyable.”

“Well that is one way to put it,” she giggled. “But I believe you are about to start rambling.”

I thought about that for a moment. I was about to get tangled up in my own thoughts again, she was right. And thanks to her timely intervention, I actually found a halfway decent way to break it all down and simplify it. “Alright, I think I got it. Here we go.” I cleared my throat and smiled lopsided when she raised an eyebrow. “I am terrified of the possibility that I might… like this too much?”

That actually gave her pause. “That… is not what you said when we had talked about this last time,” was the first thing she remarked.

I nodded and shrugged it off. “I know. Had some time to mull it over, I guess.”

“Do you think of yourself as a stallion?” she asked me with no small amount of curiosity.

“No. I mean, yes? Sometimes. Rarely. I think of myself as Dreamwalker first and foremost. And on rare occasions, I think of myself as a stallion. Usually only if my gender is actually important. Which it just isn’t most of the time. It becomes important when I sleep with you – because at that point, there is actually a difference between having male parts or female parts. But snuggling up to you does not depend on my gender, does it? Kissing you is not different because of what I sport between my legs, is it? I mean, sure, as a mare, I would probably have different body proportions and such, but… just a couple of minutes ago, you were a mare with a penis, so… there’s that. And I’m just thinking: Having male parts during sex is great. But then again, it’s the only thing I know, right? You can’t really feel like the grass on the other side of the fence is greener when you can’t see the grass on the other side. But what if your spell pushed me to the other side and I can actually confirm that the grass is greener over there?”

“I see,” was the non-answer she gave me first. I did not mind. I could see the gears in her head turning and patiently waited. “Well, there are options, as far as I am aware, to permanently switch gender,” she finally answered.

And I raised my hooves defensively. “Oh heck no! No, no, no!” I hastily replied with a strained laugh. “Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful that you are so supportive and would even help me with something this huge, buuut… I don’t want to. I would love to say ‘I like where I am’, but we both know the truth, so… let’s stick with ‘I don’t want to’.”

“But you are afraid that you could ‘like it too much’,” she reiterated.

“Yes,” I answered honestly.

She chose her next words carefully, mulling them over several times. I could almost see her test them on the tip of her tongue before she allowed them to exit. “So you are intrigued, but afraid. And earlier, we clearly came to the conclusion that, if you were to try something that frightens you, it would be with me. Since you feel safe with me, I can help and guide you.” I started to object a couple of times, but remained speechless for some minutes, while her bemused smile only grew. “Let me repeat myself: I will not make you do anything you do not want yourself. But if you do want this, I will do my best to—“

“Make me not regret it?” I interrupted her with a half-smile.

“Make you enjoy it,” she corrected with a grin.

“Oh ho ho, look who’s stepping up her game,” I quipped. I leaned in and kissed her. It was chaste, compared to kisses we had exchanged prior this evening. And following more instinct than thought, I scooched closer, pulled her in with a hoof and deepened the kiss. She did not mind much and had no issues with my hoof trailing down from her mane, along her neck, over her shoulder and alongside her barrel. I still had not made my decision when my hoof dared switch to the inside of her haunches and for whatever reason, I was surprised to make contact with a dangling pair of balls. I had apparently expected them to just vanish at some point. That was not how transmutation spells worked and I should have known better. They were usually set for a certain timespan, at the time of casting. The fact that with the entire conversation taking place, it was still there… meant that either Luna had expected us to go for several rounds, or a lot longer, or she had planned to arrive at this exact point.

Cheeky.

I could just ask her to dispel it of course.

And while I considered my options, I had subconsciously started to fondle the weights, which I only really realized once she moaned into our kiss and looked up at me with once again rising desire in her eyes. My own gaze drifted down her body and I took a second to look at it. Not just the cursory glance I had taken earlier when my frazzled nerves allowed me nothing more. With her lying on her back and it lying on her belly, it suddenly did not look quite that intimidating anymore.

Or repulsive.

Well. That still remained to be seen.

My hoof trailed upwards and I began to rub along its length, even applying a magical grip to stroke it. To my amusement and surprise, it grew a little bit more, which might have explained the earlier sentiment about it looking less intimidating… it was actually quite large.

“It does not bite,” she whispered in a sultry voice.

I looked up at her, down her body, and back up again. I grimaced a little and finally settled on an apologetic smile. “I'm sorry kitten, but… I don’t feel quite comfortable with that thing anywhere near my face.” As soon as those words had left my mouth, I wanted to curse myself. That had been unnecessarily harsh.

But despite my fears of having hurt her feelings, she just giggled. “That is quite alright. Canterlot was not built in one day, I do not expect wonders. Maybe some other t-time.”

That little stammer surprised me, until I noticed that she had become rather flushed, that her breathing had quickened and that I had subconsciously increased both speed and tightness of my magic ministrations as well as my hoof. “Oops.” I slowed down and quietly laughed at the almost desperate whine she gave me. She opened her eyes again and looked at me with such need and longing that it made my heart flutter all over again.

“Do it,” I just said and finally made my decision.

She did not hesitate. She did not ask again. Her horn became aglow once more, a dozen magic tendrils snaking through the air. As soon as they hit my body, my entire skin became all tingly. Her magic started to encase me and just as I had expected, there was some minor pain involved as my body shifted and reconstructed itself. It was surprisingly gentle, considering the internal changes that must have happened.

Surprisingly quick as well.

As soon as the transformation was in place and done, Luna basically lunged at me, once more pushing me onto my back. Fierce and ferocious. She kissed and nipped and licked her way down my body, but her impatience was quite obvious. She did not linger much and had to put in effort not to chase right down. I nevertheless used the opportunity to feel myself out. See if anything changed, and how it felt. The obvious change was, well, obvious. Some familiar weight was missing. In its place, though? I once more felt rather dissatisfied with my lack of options to describe that feeling.

Buck it.

My horn came to life and I reestablished my grip on Luna's new appendage. Another needy whine told me that she had originally hoped to use this as an option to calm herself down a little. She retorted by trying to break my concentration by making me quite aware of the fact that I now had teats of my own. I most certainly was not used to having such sensitive areas anywhere near there, so her efforts were more than successful and my magic faded. I moaned without restraint and only jerked once I noticed that I had, in fact, kicked…

But she was fine. She's fine. I looked up and she just grinned, apparently having dodged the hoof. “We have a hot-blooded one,” she practically purred. Ahhh, there it was. There's my kitten. “I wonder if your sensitivity translates to all forms…” For a couple of seconds, I remembered us talking about transforming into a wide range of creatures, just for kicks and I gulped. I was torn between wanting that to be the case and really not wanting that. Before I could think about it any further though, she dove muzzle first between my haunches. I involuntarily threw my head back and cried out in pleasure. I flailed with my hooves, trying to grab something, anything, but could not. However, I did manage to trap her down there, closing my hindlegs around her head and pulling her further in, which… really did not help me recompose myself in the slightest.

It was once again an utterly alien and new sensation. It was electricity, shooting through my body. I did not know what she was doing. I had my suspicions, mostly based on what I usually did, but I could not identify single strokes of her tongue or her sucking at my clit, because everything was electricity and I was utterly overwhelmed and could not think.

The following minutes became a blur. I was swimming in a strange ocean of little sparks and lightning strikes. Unfamiliar with how an orgasm should feel in this state, I was unsure… not if I had reached one, but rather, how many…

I already felt like a mess when Luna withdrew. I had no strength to deny her that. But I so desperately wished I could. I wished I could keep this forever. Freeze this moment in time. I instead half-devoured her with my gaze, unable to speak a single word. I just rolled over onto my stomach and raised my tail to the side. I felt half-crazed. Like madness was enveloping me in the same way a proud mother would carefully hug her foal to her chest. Luna was over me in mere seconds and I yearned for her.

No preparation was needed any longer. I was drenched. She just pushed in in one fell swoop and we both cried out. I bit down on the sheets halfway through, pawed at them with my hooves, only for her to bite down on my neck with probably less care than she should have. “Don’t,” she growled, “I want to hear you!”

I gave the sheets free and heard my own needy moan when she withdrew with some strange feeling of distance. Like I was hearing somepony else enjoying themselves. Only to be plunged right back into my body the moment Luna did the same.

It was once again – maybe quite literally – the thought that counted. She was quite literally— “Buck me!” I cried out and she increased her speed. My throat felt dry, my breathing hitched every so often and my body had started to move on its own accord. I heard myself whimper without being aware of actually producing any such sound. I just felt that pressure mount, my unfocused gaze turning black as I forcefully shut my eyes and focused inwards, concentrated on that feeling, and then suddenly, everything went white.

When I returned to my senses, I felt Luna's weight on top of me again. I could not be bothered to comment on it. I did not care. I felt strangely full again, but different this time. Luna withdrew, much to my dismay. She once more was lying down beside me, her face flushed, her mane temporarily tangled, sporting a wide, smug grin. “Well,” she uttered, breathing heavily, “You are… one heck of a… firecracker… let me tell you…” She looked spent. Exhausted. And I felt both proud and strangely disappointed.

I grinned with an overwhelming satisfaction I could not quite explain yet. “That… that we can do a lot more often, as far as I’m concerned…” Sheesh, my poor voice. I must have moaned and cried a lot more than I remembered. If I was not going to be hoarse in a couple of minutes, I would be so by tomorrow.

“Rhetorical question, but… you enjoyed it, then?” Luna asked, that grin still remaining.

“Hoo boy, did I,” I replied with a smirk and lolled around on the bed. “Actually, that brings up an interesting question…”

“It does?”

I looked down at her barrel. Her now-less-than-new member still stood proud and still stiff and at attention. “What’s up with that?”

Luna followed my gaze down her own barrel and chuckled. “Oh. A minor quirk of the transmutation spell. This version is still a little bit flawed, but it has the advantage that, at the time of casting, the caster can define two conditions for the spell to end. But for as long as the spell is active, it, well, is active. Considering what I intended it to be used for, I thought that would not be an issue. After all, transmutation is more my sister’s expertise and I needed a spell I was capable of casting myself. I suspect it would have been horribly awkward to ask her for help with this…”

I nodded slowly. Truth be told, I had only half-listened and needed to focus to gather the rest after the fact. “Those conditions being?” I kept asking.

“Either we pass the two-hour-mark, or I climax five times. I thought that would be more than sufficient for a trial run. If it bothers you, I can dismiss the spell, of course,” she offered.

I had yet again difficulties just actually listening. Even Luna noticed me just unabashedly staring at it. I might have even licked my lips, I could not tell anymore. “Mhm… dismissing? Oh heck no.” I scooched over to her, captured her lips in another kiss and brazenly started to stroke her again. She seemed surprised at the passion I still displayed, so I felt I needed to make this perfectly clear. I nipped her bottom lip and elicited a surprised gasp from her. I kissed her cheek, up to her ear. “No dismissing,” I breathed hotly. “Three left, you get back here this instant! If I can walk tomorrow, you have failed! Did I make myself clear enough?”

When I withdrew, she could see that burning passion in my eyes. That longing to fill a pit that felt bottomless. I wanted her so much. I needed her.

The simple fact that I had commanded her, in a voice that made it quite clear that I would not suffer backtalk no less, did something for her as I witnessed her tremble a little in excitement. She gulped nervously for a moment and nodded. And her smile widened. Unbeknownst to me, she had finally found a pet name she truly felt comfortable with. One she thought fit me perfectly, even if it was form-dependent. A pet name I quickly grew to like as well, and that would follow me for many years to come.

“Yes, firecracker.”