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Pacing at the foot of her bed, Luna was lost to her thoughts. It had been almost a month since Button Mash, her sister’s supposed protege, had moved into the Canterlot castle. She took no umbrage with a colt living in the keep, having grown used to interns from the School of Friendship over the last two years, but she was less than pleased that her sibling had been intentionally misleading the castle’s staff, the public at large, and even herself.

Without a shadow of doubt, she knew exactly why Celestia had grown so close to Button. He was cute, enthusiastic, and eager to learn - sure, but he was also an exceptionally capable lover. In spite of his small stature, the little stud was packing the endowment of a stallion twice his age - furthermore, she’d personally seen her sister getting positively railed by the colt on a number of occasions.

She cursed and slowed, recalling the first occasion she’d caught Celestia and Button making love. Nopony had forced her to go to Ponyville after her sibling, having grown curious about the added weight and subtle shift in behavior her sister had been going through, yet she’d acted on a hunch and done a bit of snooping - snooping that she wished she hadn’t done. Feeling her marehood wink and dribble juices down her thigh, she shook her head.

As shocked as she’d been to discover her sister getting plowed by the colt, the sight had been the most arousing thing she’d ever seen. She should have left and given the couple privacy, knowing full well that peeping on them was wrong, yet she hadn’t been able to look away. It was on that fateful afternoon, hidden by concealing magic on the roof of Button’s home, that she’d developed what had turned into a crippling fixation.

The enchantments Celestia used to hide her amorous dealings with Button worked on almost anypony, even the most talented unicorns, but they didn’t work on her. With a bit of subterfuge and the careful use of magic, she’d taken to shamelessly spying on her sister. The sight of her sibling’s bliss, listening to the rapturous wails of unabashed lust, and the scent of sex turned her on like nothing else ever had, yet simply masturbating to the pair wasn’t enough - not anymore.

Had she known that her hobby would become a virtual addiction, she would never have done it in the first place - alas, hindsight did nothing to address the issue. With each lascivious show she witnessed, her desires grew stronger and stronger. Using her hoof or magic was enough to quell her urges at first, rubbing herself as she watched the lovers, but that was no longer the case.

She eventually bought a sizable dildo, one that was comparable in size to Button’s stallionhood, in the hopes that it would scratch her amorous itch. The sex-toy did the trick for a time, particularly when she imagined that it was the colt himself she was fucking herself on, although that had only offered temporary relief. As time went on, her longing grew tainted by something insidious, something she tried and failed to deny - jealousy.

In short, the circumstances simply were fair! She’d been banished to the moon for a thousand years, having nothing and nopony to talk with - let alone fool around with, so why did her sister deserve to have such a capable, big-dicked stud? As if the situation wouldn’t have been frustrating enough in and of itself, she’d actually tried to get a coltfriend for herself, but she’d failed time and again.

Between her former banishment and playing second fiddle to her sibling, she’d found out that most stallions were intimidated by her! Though she’d done everything she could to make herself approachable, going so far as to attend public events and be friendly towards everypony, she hadn’t had the slightest bit of luck with romance. Slamming her hoof into the floor in annoyance, she threw her head back and fruitlessly groaned.

Ordinarily speaking, Button and Celestia were inseparable, being together at every waking hour, although they would be apart for the next week. With her sister away at a meeting of world leaders being held at Mount Aris, the colt would be left to his own devices for several days on end. Given that he wouldn’t have anypony to fool around with, it would be the perfect opportunity for…

“No…” she growled to herself.

While she had the perfect chance to at least try and have a little fun, she wasn’t about to jeopardize her relationship with her sister by playing a hoof in adultery - nevertheless, it was the only thing she could think of to get some much needed relief. As she turned her head and looked over to the molded length of silicone resting on her dresser, she scowled. Fucking herself might take the edge off, but it wouldn’t help in the grand scheme of things.

She glanced at one wall of her room and wondered what Button was up to. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d crept into Celestia’s room to sleep, preferring the larger bed and the comforting scent of his mate, which didn’t sit well with her - not just because he had his own room, but because he might be lonely and scared without anypony to keep him company. With the corners of her lips turning up, she meandered to her door.

There certainly wouldn’t be any harm in checking in on him, if only for his sake, and she was sure her sister wouldn’t mind - if anything, Celesita might be happy to hear that she was being considerate. The late hour meant that the overwhelming majority of the castle’s staff weren’t present, at their homes for the night, so it was her duty to see how their young guest was doing. Telling herself that she’d behave, that she was simply going to check in on him, she trotted out of her room and into the hallway.

She slowed when she reached her sibling’s room, opened the door, and peeked inside. Though it was dark, she could barely make out something beneath Celestia’s sheets. She’d been right, Button was in her bed, so it was only right to make sure he was doing alright in his lover’s absence. As she slunk into the chamber, her eyes never wavered from the mattress.

Though a day had passed since Celestia’s departure, the smell of sweat and sex hung in the air. Stopping beside the mattress, having closed the door behind herself, she ground her thighs together as memories of what she’d seen came flooding back. She’d seen her sister and Button screwing like wild animals on the bed before her on numerous occasions, but this was the first time she’d been so close to where the magic actually happened.

Tensing as he groaned and rolled over, his head resting on one of the myriad of pillows, she held her breath. The last thing she needed was for him to wake up and find her looming over him, not for the least of which reasons being he’d probably be startled beyond measure. As she slowly backed away, her better judgment finally overpowering her bestial desires, a twitch below the covers caught her attention.

Under the blanket, roughly at the level of his waist, something tented the sheets. It didn’t take a genius to realize what she was looking at, having seen him excited on a number of occasions, but giving herself a peek couldn’t hurt anything ~ right? Shuffling to the end of the bed, she steeled her resolve and ignited her horn.

As the blanket was sorcerously drawn upward, she dipped her head and peered up the mattress at him. She’d expected that he was sleeping in the buff, yet the sight she beheld gave her a moment for pause. Her marehood seized, her nipples went erect, and her jaw practically hit the floor, while she gazed at his heavenly package.

“F…five more minutes,” he grumbled, spreading his hind legs.

She lifted her head and peeked up at his face to ensure he was still asleep, but she quickly brought her attention back to his groin. His ambrosial, stallionly musk wafted to her sinuses, dealing a crushing blow to her inhibitions. While she knew it was wrong, she couldn’t help but place a hoof on the mattress and slip her muzzle under the sheets.

Inch after inch, she stealthily crawled up the bed toward him. It was hard to put into words, but she couldn’t control herself! It was like a part of her needed to worship him, to lavish his godly package with all the praise it deserved, and the compulsion robbed her of common sense. She only drew to a halt when her snout was a hair’s breadth from his succulent, heavy nuts.

Drawing in the heady bouquet of his nethers, with her mouth watering, she caved to her impulses. Her tongue pressed past her lips and glided over his balls as her slavering marehood winked in anticipation. She would have felt bad about her actions, had she been able to think clearly - unfortunately for her and fortunately for her libido, she was too overwhelmed to care.

She tilted her head upward and licked the underside of his shaft. Between his sheer size, loveable personality, and unbridled virility, it was no wonder that her sister had fallen for such a magnificent little stud! Emboldened, reaching the tip of his length, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around him.

Sucking him off while he dozed was as naughty as it was titillating, but there was something she could do to make the experience all the more enjoyable. Calling upon her magic, she kneaded her aching sex with her sorcery. Up and down, forward and back, she fellated his gradually swelling stallionhood while getting herself off. Just by blowing him, she realized she wouldn’t last very long, sensing herself skyrocketing towards a climax, yet her enjoyment came with a cost.

Completely heedless to Button stirring, she stopped dead when the sound of a clearing throat caught her ear. With the head of his cock nearly at the back of her throat, her eyes flew open. Peering past his stomach and up his chest, she locked eyes with the colt. He may have just woken up, or possibly he’d been watching her for minutes - regardless, she’d been caught with her hoof in the cookie jar.

Button held the sheets upward and stared down at his crotch, having been shaken from his slumber by the most wondrous sensation. Celestia had woken him up with oral before, yet his waking mind failed to remember that she was gone. Seeing a pair of glimmering cyan eyes gazing up at him, his thoughts cleared just enough to tell him who’d joined him in bed.

“L…Luna?” he mumbled, rubbing one eye.

The mare threw herself back, freeing his length and letting it swing up to rest against his belly. “I…I…I can explain!”

Rolling over to his side and getting his hooves under himself, he groggily stood and turned to face her. He’d only been up for a minute, but he doubted she could come up with a reasonable explanation as to why she’d had his wiener in her mouth. As he looked up at her, seeing the beet red of her face even in the dim light, he frowned.

In a way, he actually felt bad for her. She didn’t have a coltfriend to keep her company, so far as he knew, and it wasn’t a secret that she’d had her eyes on him since he’d moved to the Canterlot castle. Almost every time they crossed paths, she’d fumble with her words, start blushing, and eventually scamper off - clear signs that she knew more about him and her sister than she was letting on. Remaining where he was, he seated himself and sighed.

“Well?” he began.

“I…I was - um - w…well, you see…” she stammered, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck.

He rolled his eyes and waved a hoof at his boner. “Lemme guess - you figured, since your sister is gone, you could have a bit of fun yourself…”

“N…no!” she squawked, suddenly looking away from him. “M…maybe…”

“Luna, you’re a good mare, but Celestia and I are in a relationship,” he groaned, rubbing his temple with a forehoof. “It wouldn’t be right for either of us to go off and have a fling behind the other’s back.”

Her shoulders slumped and her wings rested limply on her back, as she hung her head. “You don’t understand. Try as I might, I just can’t stop thinking about you! The way you make love to Celestia is inspiring beyond words, the sort of thing I’ve always yearned to experience myself, and being in heat has -”

“Heat?” he inquired, interrupting her. “You’re in heat?”

Wheeling around and giving him an unabashed view of her backside, she glowered over her shoulder at him. “Does it look like I’m in heat?”

Staring in awe at her nethers, he swallowed hard. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, she was definitely in heat - if she wasn’t, she was the horniest mare he’d ever seen. Her marehood was sopping wet, juices coated the inner part of her hind legs, and he could practically feel the warmth from her goods from over a foot away. As his stallionhood jerked and slapped against him, he glanced back to her face.

“Y…yeah,” he uneasily admitted, “it does look like you’re in rough shape.”

“Now do you understand why I did what I did?” she pressed, wheeling around to face him. “Given how capable you are with pleasing a mare, couldn’t you do me this one tiny favor?”

He averted his gaze. “I…I don’t know. Cele would be mad if we did anything without her knowing.”

“Oh I’ll tell her myself that we did it - if we do it,” Luna chuckled. “It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve shared a lover, and it -”

“Wait wait wait,” he cut her off, waving his forehooves. “You two are swingers?”

“There was a time when we were both much, much younger when we’d allow one another to give our respective coltfriends to one another,” she noted, her eyes never straying from his dick. “Taking the circumstances into account, I’m certain she wouldn’t be upset if I filled her role while she’s away.”

As tempting as the offer was, finding Luna almost as attractive as her sister, Button was reluctant to do anything sinful with the alicorn. Looking back at her, he drank in her features. Her toned physique was much different than Celestia’s, being almost athletic, and he had to assume she was far tighter than her sibling. As he mused about how good she’d be in bed, she inched closer and reached out with a forehoof.

“Would you please consider it,” she cooed, rubbing his chest. “Just imagine having rutted the two most powerful ponies in all of Equestria…”

He hated himself for it, but the idea of laying both of the sisters chipped away at his apprehension. Celestia loved Luna dearly, he was sure of that, so it made sense that she wouldn’t want her little sister to suffer. After eyeing her flank for a moment, he shifted his focus back to her face.

“If we do this and Celestia gets mad, you’re taking the blame for it,” he sternly asserted.

Taking another step toward him, she pushed him onto his back. “Gladly…”

Unsure of what she was doing, she made her intentions known in a flash. Stepping over him, she squatted down and brought her nethers toward his face. While she wasn’t sitting on him, something he very much enjoyed from Celestia, the presentation of her tush and dripping pussy got his blood pumping.

“Since you’re such a gracious stud, would you mind warming me up?” she hummed, rolling her hips forward and back. “It’s been a while and I’d hate to miss out on the treatment my sister has been getting…”

Instantly realizing what she was wanting, he sat up. She smelled a little different than Celestia, stronger and a bit more wild, but that was hardly a bad thing at all. As he drew a deep breath through his nose, his thoughts grew foggy. Though he had read about how mares in heat produced something called pheromones, stuff that was supposed to turn stallions on for when their bodies were ready to have a foal, he wasn’t sure if it was the unique fragrance, how needy and assertive Luna was, or some combination of the two that was clouding his judgment.

He opened his mouth, shot forward, and dragged his tongue between her lower lips, giving himself his first taste of her snatch. The exotic flavors that washed over his palate mirrored her bouquet, making him feel tingly all over. Reaching out and grabbing her fetlocks to hold himself steady, he lapped at her marehood.

“Nnnnnph,” Luna snorted, rocking back against his face. “Eager little thing ~ aren’t…”

Looking downward, she trailed off. His glorious, gargantuan dick was just beneath her, twitching and all but demanding her attention. It was a pity that he wasn’t taller, large enough so she could blow him, but she wasn’t totally out of options. She braced herself on one foreleg, brought her free forehoof to his tool, and surrounded his length with her aura. Giving him a hoof-job would be the least she could do to repay him for obliging her request, so that’s exactly what she did.

Drawing her hoof up his shaft, she marveled at his size. Even before her banishment, she’d never seen a pony as well-endowed as him - for pete’s sake, she’d seen dragons with smaller cocks than him! She slowed and continued stroking him with her magic, resting her hoof against his crotch to get a better gauge of just what she was in for. To her utter astonishment, now that he was fully hard, the crown of his stallionhood came to just below her elbow. The realization of just how huge he was didn’t scare her or deter her in the slightest - instead, it filled her with a crazed sort of glee.

The tongue lashing she gave him was just what she’d been hoping for, the perfect opening act for what would undoubtedly be a long, steamy, passionate night which would see them both weary and sore by morning. Expanding her magical grasp on his package, she gave his balls a tender squeeze. There was a very good chance he’d played with himself earlier at some point that day, but that didn’t bother her in the slightest; given the size of his cum-tanks, she was positive he had more than enough foal-batter stored away to give her one heck of a creampie.

Her magical strokes of his dick grew increasingly intense, coaxing pre-cum from his throbbing length while her passion soared. She would have thrown herself down and choked on him, stuffing her throat with his shaft, but she restrained herself. A twisted sliver of her former self exerted control, compelling her to make a stallion out of Button in a way her sister hadn’t. As she softly groaned and whimpered, letting him hear how much she was enjoying his efforts, he pulled back, held her flanks tightly, and jammed his snout into her.

His attack caught her completely off guard. Her eyes rolled back, a rope of saliva dangled from her chin, and a quake crept into her thighs, but she managed to keep herself from fully sitting on him. He was a fighter, a true stud, and he was doing his best to break and claim her for his own. With a snort of admiration, she clenched her depths around his muzzle and fixated her sorcery on the sensitive underside of his cock.

Unable to breathe, with his nose and mouth entombed within Luna’s velvety depths, Button moaned into her. This was nothing like his time with Celestia! The Princess, his Princess, was almost always affectionate and gentle with him, barring the rarer moments of unbridled passion, yet the same couldn’t be said about her sister. Younger, wilder, and far more aggressive than her sibling, the Princess of the Night tested him in every possible way.

He blindly tilted his head and licked at what he thought was her g-spot, earning a hushed whimper from above him. She was older than him, way stronger than him, and had gone so far as to sneak into his room to give him a blowjob, but he had an advantage over her. His time with Celestia had shown him what his stallionhood was capable of, how it could bring an alicorn mare to her knees with pleasure, and he was going to show Luna exactly how he’d won his mate over.

Though he did his darndest to make her climax, only pausing to get the occasional sip of air, he quickly realized it was a losing battle. His determination and best intentions could only carry him so far, but it wasn’t enough. Fitfully bucking his hips, nearing his limit, he flung his head back and patted her rump with a forehoof.

“T…timeout,” he bleated.

She slowed, her hoof and sorcery mercifully relenting, and she peeked back at him. “Is this not to your liking?”

“No - I mean, yes,” he sputtered, brushing his mane from his face. “It feels great, but I…I think there’s something we’d both like more than this.”

It was a gamble, but it bought him time to catch his breath and bring him back from the brink. If she presented herself for him, either laying down or bending over, he had a pretty good chance of flipping the tables on her - at least he was pretty sure he’d be able to flip the tables on her. One thing he’d learned from Celestia was that once he took charge, mounting her in any possible way, he tended to get the upper hoof - sure that may not work with Luna, but it was the best chance he had.

Going to push himself up, he was driven back into the bed by her magic. “You’re not gonna - oh…”

Trotting around to the end of the bed, she lowered her head and licked the glistening pre-cum from his dick. “You were saying?”

“N…nothing,” he stuttered, shaking his head.

Sleepily seeing her blowing him had been an amazing way to wake up, but it couldn’t beat the spectacle of her worshiping him. Keeping her eyes on his face, she swayed her hips from side to side and brought her wings forward. He adored such shows from Celestia, feeling spoiled beyond belief, but this was different - now he felt more like a plaything.

“Such a wondrous taste,” she mused, stroking her cheek on the side of his shaft. “It’s a shame my sister got to you first - then again, I suppose there’s nothing stopping an exquisite stud like yourself from having a royal harem.”

He cocked his head, unfamiliar with the word. “Harem?”

“A harem is when a stallion takes several mares for himself,” she explained, giving his length another lick. “Most stallions would be satisfied with a single mate, but some, especially those who are particularly virile, prefer to have a number of partners.”

His thoughts ran rampant, besieged by imaginings of sharing a bed with both Celestia and Luna. He could have happily lived the rest of his life with one Princess, yet the idea of having both to himself, siring heirs with the two of them, was immensely appealing. A quiet giggle shook him from the fantasy and brought his attention back to the alicorn praising him.

“Would you like that?” she pressed.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, I would.”

Caressing him with the tips of her wings, she slipped a feather under his chin. “Of course you would ~ why wouldn’t you? Of course we’d need to get you a crown and -”

“And a throne?” he interjected.

She nodded and smirked. “And a throne.”

Reinvigorated, bolstered by the notion of sitting alongside the Princesses in the throne room, he brushed her wing aside. “Lay down for me.”

“I think not,” she chuckled as she stepped forward, moved over his hips, and lowered her rear. “Since you were gracious enough to let me spend the night with you, allow me to do most of the work…”

Seeing and feeling the head of his shaft kiss her marehood, he understood what she meant. It wasn’t uncommon for Celestia to take the lead in the bedroom, but she’d only ever ridden him once - even then, she’d only stayed on him for a minute or so before she begged him to plow her missionary. He may have been wrong - he hoped he was wrong, but something told him that Luna wasn’t going to be nearly as submissive as her sister.

“For such a splendid little Prince, I thought you’d enjoy the view,” she added, gliding her winking pussy over his crown.

“I - uh…” he numbly replied, staring down at his groin.

Holy heck - this was way, way hotter than it should have been. The almost black flesh of her succulent lower lips parting to reveal her pink interior was a sight he wouldn’t soon forget. As if the view of her goods wasn’t enough to inspire him, being able to see her modest bust, abs, and fluffy chest added fuel to the fires of his desire. Sitting up and pressing his forehooves to her inner thighs, he gave himself a closer look of what she had to offer.

“Well?” she purred. “Would this not - Mmmmmmn!”

He planted his hind hooves, flexed his legs, and drove his length into her, giving her just what she wanted. Quick to reciprocate, she gradually descended and impaled herself upon him. She took her time and savored him like a fine wine, relishing the sensation of each vein along his massive endowment, until she’d reached his medial ring. There was no way she wasn’t going to hilt him, but that could wait for just a bit longer.

She leaned in, placed her forehooves to either side of his head, and smiled down at him. “Comfortable, my Prince?”

Giving a curt nod, he peered up at her. “Y…yeah…”

Her smile broadened and her legs tensed. “Good…”

Having reached the head of his cock, she slammed her hips downward. By all the stars in the night sky - he felt amazing. Large enough to fill her entirely, to the point where it was slightly uncomfortable, his stallionhood was just as legendary as she hoped it would be. Teasing her entrance with the thick band of flesh near the base of his dick, she closed her eyes.

She could only imagine that this was what her sister had experienced on her first intimate time with him. Some would argue that having a tryst with somepony as young as him was wrong, that he was innocent, but she couldn’t have cared less about such opinions. Her earlier comment about him being a stud was true, more than simply flattery, and she was going to do everything in her power to convince her sister to regularly share him with her.

“So good,” she whispered.

While she hadn’t anticipated him taking a more active role, she was overjoyed when he braced his legs and bucked into her. His first thrust was amateurish, out of sync with her movements, but he got her timing down quickly enough. Driving his hips up to meet her downward plunges, he railed her from below and made the experience all the more enjoyable.

As seconds passed dragged by, her pace quickened. Her hooves, magic, and sex-toys seemed almost laughably inadequate compared to the real thing, making her regret not approaching him sooner. It wasn’t long until she was chasing a climax, flinging herself headlong at the relief she so desperately craved, but things took an unexpected turn. Feeling him shift and press a forehoof to her cheek, she looked down at him.

He turned her head to fully face her, closed his eyes, and locked lips with her. The affectionate gesture wrought devastation upon her and sent her sailing into a maelstrom of ecstasy. Her body shuddered and rebelled against her, her depths spasmed, and a torrent of nectar erupted around his pistoning stallionhood, but he wasn’t done with her - no, he’d only just started.

Button drove his tongue into her muzzle and continued rutting her, unbothered that his lower half had been drenched by her orgasmic juices. Though his position didn’t make it easy to screw her, he was going to do everything he could to give her what she wanted. He wouldn’t pretend to understand how hard it must have been for her, to suffer through solitude while her own sister had found love, but he genuinely did feel bad for her.

It was only when she started to come down, her quivering trailing off, that he pulled back and gazed into her eyes. “Lean back.”

With a faltering nod, she did as he asked. Unsteadily sitting up and reclining, she threw her forelegs and wings back to support herself. It was exceptionally rare for her to take orders from anypony, even her sister, yet there had been something about his tone that demanded she obey. As she repositioned her hind legs, leaving her kneeling on him, she looked down her chest at him.

“Like this?” she softly inquired.

He pushed himself back up and ran his forehooves up her thighs and to her groin. “That’s perfect - now get ready.”

“G…get ready for - Gah!” she brayed as he started pounding into her.

In the blink of an eye, any advantage she’d held over him was erased. Not only was he deeper than he had been minutes prior, but the angle of his thrusts hit every sensitive area in her depths - if that wasn’t bad enough, he tenderly twisted and pulled on her sensitive nipples while he jackhammered into her. It should have been impossible for anypony, let alone a mere colt, to dominate her in such a fashion, yet his technique, immense stallionhood, and raw passion could not be denied.

Undone by her hubris, she was helpless to stop his onslaught. She’d merely wanted to show him a good time, to prove her worth as a lover, yet he’d bested her with perilously little effort. As much as she would have liked to reciprocate his affection, it was all she could do to hold herself steady - even then, it was no easy task.

The slight change of their positioning was, in a word, perfection. His medial ring crushed her g-spot, his stallionhood laid siege to her womb, and his hooves tweaked her teats, leaving her teetering on the edge of rapturous oblivion. Though she wasn’t consciously aware of it, still grappling with the concept of being bested by a colt, her body responded to the amorous assault in the only way it knew how.

Deep within her abdomen, her reproductive system went into overdrive. Not one but two fertile eggs drifted down and waited to fulfill their purpose, while her inner gate threatened to yield. Her mind went alight with visions of herself heavy with foal, her belly distended and breasts engorged with milk, while she needily catered to her little stud’s every amorous need. She had no control of it, but the fantasies sent her into an absolute frenzy and imbued her with a strength she didn’t know she had.

She flexed her wings, lifted her waist, and began hammering herself upon him. Regardless of whether or not this was the only intimate encounter she got to have with him, she wasn’t going to be satisfied until he’d pumped every drop of his rich, potent seed straight into her foal-factory. He glanced up at her, the knowing smirk on his muzzle telling her he was pleased with her efforts, and continued reshaping her insides to suit his needs.

“T…thank you!” she blared, her royal Canterlot voice shaking the very foundation of the spire. “Thank you, thank you, thankyou, thankyou…”

Her babbling went on without end, heaping praise and adulation upon him for his generosity and simply for being as incredible as he was. Adding weight to her words, her body became a blur of motion. She clamped around his pulsing shaft with every ascent, while relaxing and slamming down upon him with every downward stroke. If he minded her savage, almost frantic ministrations, he gave no sign - on the contrary, he thrust up to meet her with a force that stood in defiance of his diminutive frame.

Darned if Button knew what had gotten into Luna, but he found himself absolutely smitten. The younger alicorn had a number of things Celestia didn’t; energetic, enthusiastic, and not afraid to take what she wanted, the Princess of the Night was a foil to her sibling. He’d been hesitant at first, not wanting to anger his regal lover, but that concern was eclipsed by a new desire - finding a way to have both royals as mates.

Humping away at her with reckless abandon, pushing his body to its limit. While Luna was slightly smaller and lighter than her large, curvaceous sister, rutting her was far from easy. He was only barely able to make her move with his thrusts before she drove him down and into the mattress with her every plunge. The bad news was that he was going to wear himself out before long, but the good news was that it was gratifying as all get-out to see her in the throes of ecstasy.

She quaked and came to a halt every time she climaxed, which happened nearly a half-dozen times before he started to reach his limit. He may have been small, but his time with Celestia had tempered him and enhanced his endurance beyond that of any ordinary colt - that and he was genuinely starting to believe his stallionhood was a gift from heaven. As he flared within Luna, his length pulsing in tune with his thundering heart, he hauled her down and gave one final, unstoppable thrust.

The moment his cock sank into her womb, erupting like a geyser, Luna wailed out in bliss. Her world, everything she’d come to hold dear, faded away and was replaced with a new purpose. There was no way she wouldn’t end up pregnant after this night, feeling and relishing every shot of seed painting her deepest depths, and she took comfort in having a new purpose to be.

Launching herself forward, she draped herself on him and mewled. Her wishes had been fulfilled in more ways than one, and there was nothing she could do to properly repay him for the gift he’d given her. With his softening length still sheathed within her, she ground her body against him and coated him in her sweat.

Pinned to the bed beneath her, Button hugged her torso and kissed her chest. He wasn’t sure what was better - the fact that he’d managed to bed a second Princess or that she seemed genuinely appreciative of his time and erotic efforts. Wiggling his head to the side, he only attempted to escape when he discovered it was actually kind of hard to breathe.

“S…sorry,” she rasped, pushing herself up and off of him. “If…if you don’t mind, I have a request.”

He quirked a brow up at her. “A request.”

“Can I - um - can I clean you off?” she bashfully asked, her face reddening.

It took everything he had not to laugh, but he managed to simply smile and wave at his groin. “Knock yourself out.”

Shakily standing, allowing his semi-rigid stallionhood to slip from her tender marehood, she backed up, flopped to the mattress, and pressed her face to his endowment. Licking the cocktail of cum and her juices from his length felt like the perfect way to finish things, though she would bet every bit in the royal coffers that they wouldn’t be getting sleep anytime soon. Gazing up at him, past his shaft, she snickered to herself.

“Would you like to go another round in the shower?” she hummed.

Bringing his forehooves behind his head, enjoying the show, he gave a small nod. “Yeah, that’d be nice…”

There was still a lot to do, including having Luna send a scroll to her sister to proclaim what she’d done, but that wasn’t a pressing issue. If he knew Celestia as well as he thought he did, his lover wouldn’t be angry with him. Leaning heavily on his intuition, he wondered what the future would be like now that he had a pair of Princesses who pine for his attention.