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Looks like Luna's got two things: you, and a bit of Nightmare Moon left. Once you go pred, you never go back. And Luna, like real life horses, is an opportunistic one...

Been trying to add some depth to my stuff recently, and I'm really happy with how this one turned out! Luna is always fun to draw, her mane especially.

Also, I've been on a binge with dom Luna recently. I don't know why, but its like crack to me.

Anyway, to go along with this mawshot, me and wrote a story to go along with it. Contains macro/micro, mouthplay, first person, and of course, vore.

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The stars, the sky, and the moon. These were your only thoughts as you drifted, half asleep through the void. You weren’t even sure how you came to be here. One moment awake and alert, the next everything twisting and turning, the world shattering like a painting, revealing this place, these lights, this weightlessness. Your eyes were half lidded, as you floated, your course taking you straight towards the big, white moon.

And then you crashed through that as well. The image, the big round thing, did not splinter and crack as your world had. Instead it moved and flowed, less something solid, and more a liquid. You could even imagine the surface of it rippling as it took you into itself, and you passed beyond the moon, into what lay behind it, the hidden side it never showed the rest of the world.

Like that, you woke up. The sudden touch of cold night air, the sensation of falling. All of it hit your brain like a sack of brinks, and caused you to snap sharply to the waking world. Yet, oddly, still you were in the stars, a lovely twinkling field of them all about you, making you wonder if this was still the void, until something sparkling came up beneath you, and you dropped into it, landing with a plink noise.

Your body struck the thing, glass, with the force of your fall, and yet, nothing broke. The glass was thick and strong, curved on the sides for a rounded bottom. Bigger than you were tall, its surface cupped you at the pit of it, leaving you nothing more than a tangled mess of limbs, moaning, in pain, but not really damaged somehow, just sore, as you waited for everything to stop spinning, so you could rise and look around.

“You are not our Moonshine. Wherefort are you in our glass?” asked a booming voice, the sound of the syllables spilling over you, leaving you wondering what was being said as it made its way through your brain, slowly forcing the gears to turn. Oddly, it was the phrase, Wherefort, that got you thinking, and remembering that it actually meant something along the lines of why, a fact that got you to finally raise your head and look around.

As you’d seen, you were in a glass...why you’d thought that you didn’t know, as this glass was huge, able to be a personal pool for you if it had been filled with water, several feet deep, and wide at the top. You filled it now with your body, not quite reaching the edge as you delicately untangled yourself, and then stood up in the bowl at the glass’ bottom, looking through it at the world beyond.

Rather than being unable to process it, you drank in those details. Outside the glass was a world of sculpted midnight. Not black, but instead, something of a dark blue, that seemed to be carved into the shape of a large horse, or perhaps a pony, with long, thick legs, and a mane that looked to be made of stars, the field you’d been in before dropping into the glass, and oddly enough, it seemed to move in some ethereal wind you couldn’t feel.

“We asked you a question, little thing. Where did you come from? Where is the Moonshine we summoned?” ask the pony, her voice deep from her size, as she was as large as a mountain to you, barely an inch tall, maybe even half that to a thing her size, and you shrank back to the far edge of the glass from her, as she brought it, somehow floating it, up to her eyes, those deep turquoise orbs staring at you, intently.

“Are you some malcontent? Or a spy?” she said, the humid heat in her voice blowing over you, fogging the glass around you for a moment, before the cool air cleared it, leaving you staring into her eyes, fumbling over words, trying to think of some response to her, and coming up blank, as she judged you from the heavens. Her breath had a subtle cherry scent to it.

“Or perhaps... a supplicant? Yes, that must be it. Did you come here to honor your Princess? Luna of the Moon, Night, and Dreamscape?” she asked, a small smirk forming on her lips as she raised you slightly higher, to look at you more closely, the sudden jerk sending you down again, laying on your stomach in the bottom of the glass, and this seemed to be all the answer she needed.

“Very well then. You bow most deeply, and thus, I shall honor you… hmm… I believe making you one with the Night is the honor I can best bestow at this moment. Do you object to that?” she asked, and you, barely hearing her over the ringing in your ears, shook your head from side to side, trying to clear your vision to respond.

“Huzzah! Then let us become one, dear supplicant,” she said, and the glass raised upwards again, tilting to the side so you were no longer looking at her through glass walls, but instead seeing her in all her glory. The face, no longer distorted, looked more beautiful than anything you had seen in all your years, as she smiled at you, and fluttered her eyes a bit, giggling.

Then you felt it. A tingle all around your body, as it was lifted from the glass, and held in some kind of sparkling field. Magic, it was the only thought in your mind as you bobbed slightly in the air before her, her horn...she had a deep blue horn you realized only now, glowing with a similar light. It then jerked backwards, just a small bit, just a tiny motion, and you began to move forward, towards her muzzle. Her face seemed to take on a hint of malice at that moment.

At first, you thought she was bringing you in for a kiss, and that thought stopped any other from intruding as you drew closer, her nostrils flaring as she took in your scent, and then blowing her breath out onto you, the hot, humid wind blowing away the chill night air, and leaving you covered in goosebumps, as she brought you right before her lips, which slowly began to part.

It was only when her muzzle was completely open that you realized her true intent, and by that time, it was too late. Her tongue lolled out, a soft, supple carpet, dripping with saliva as it lay in front of her maw. The sides of her mouth curled upwards, and she got a look in her eyes that was positively predatory, looking at you like nothing more than a piece of food to be devoured. Saliva would form columns, both thin and thick, and drip from the roof of her mouth as the cave neared.

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Quite suddenly, her magic vanished. Like a switch thrown, it dropped you, and you landed on that tongue with a wet, fleshy smack, only now aware of your lack of clothing as your skin connected with hers. The sensation of it sent a shock up your spine, making your arms and legs weak, unable to do more than flail. The sensation was otherworldly, the ground was hot and velvety, with the saliva generously covering it sticking you to its surface. She gently withdrew her tongue into her muzzle, and then with a single motion, snapped her teeth shut.

The meeting of her molars was deafening, and the air inside her mouth, the moment it was closed, seemed to become almost liquid. The heat rose to the level of a sauna, your sweat mixing with her spit to leave you slipping over the surface of her long, thick tongue, which moved less like flesh, and more like a roiling ocean in a storm, the thousands of taste buds on it tickling at your skin as you passed over them.

And thus did she taste you with passion, her tongue tilting and moving, shaking and twisting, going back and forth, and with a level of violence, leaving you swooned as you lay there, unable to raise even the smallest objection. Everything you might have done simply drained out of you, overwhelmed by her as you were. The cherry scent of her breath, the feeling of her flesh, the chaotic movements would all serve to drain you of energy. There odd light that seemed to come from everywhere, leaving you not in darkness, but instead in a dim cave, allowing you to see where you’re going, but certainly with nothing in the way of control.

The motions of her maw would take a pause then, leaving your brain feeling like static, at the thought of what happened. It felt like you had already been in there for hours, and even standing still, the place was overwhelming. Hot, thick saliva would pool around you in your brief moment of respite, as the humid air was still filled with the sounds of her breathing, and all the wet sounds that her maw and throat produced. You thought now, to raise protest, however, this wouldn’t be.

The tongue pressed you into the roof of her mouth, the ridges of it pulling at your skin, as the spit gathered around you, and you gave a moan of pleasure. It was staggering how something so large could move so quickly, and with such precision. Or feel so nice... This seemed to reach her ears, as she gave out a giggle, one that echoed and shook the whole of the world. And, had a bit of a sinister, playful tone.

Luna’s tongue would make a miniscule movement, causing you to tense up and prepare for yet another storm. The only thing that would come however, is another bit of laughter from the mare, as a drop of saliva would fall on you. A few more subtle shifts would occur, before she would slide you to the top of her tongue. You wondered what else Luna would be doing to you… and you immediately got your answer.

The tip of the tongue would curl back and around you, the monstrous tongue nearly wrapping itself around you like some kind of creature. Before you could try to escape, you would be pressed into its giving flesh, the warmth and strength of which was overwhelming, as saliva flowed past you. It became quite obvious to you at this point that she took great pleasure in your being here, filling your mind with both terror and intrigue. Especially as the tongue would vibrate with another, powerful “Mmmmm…” provided by her vocal cords.

“Hmm, you taste divine, my little treat,” she said, her tongue bouncing beneath you, and the whole world shaking to her words. You were nearly blown out of her lips, the only thing preventing it being the tip of her tongue rising up just before you could slip from her muzzle, and then gently pushing you back into her maw, as the lips met again, and you were once more sealed inside, sitting almost in the middle of her tongue. Luna would put her hoof to her mouth, to prevent such mishaps occuring again.

The wet world around you would again become full of sound and motion, as she would speak again, however, her voice now quieter, lower, more subdued. “I must give Nightmare Moon credit… she has a point with eating others…” she would say, a small snicker included. “And my sister in a sense… I can see why one would be so addicted to something so flavorful…” she said. “Expect to be here often… especially during long sessions of dream duty.”

Then, the tongue dipped down towards the back, and stayed raised in the front, causing you to slide into the abyss at the back of her muzzle. Where her tongue ended, where her throat began, you could not have said. Instead you were merely along for the ride, your tiny form surrounded by her, consumed by her in every way. Soft walls, like velvet, pushing into you, backed by hard, powerful muscles. A contrast that sent another thrill up your spine as they moved and shook, the sound around you telling you what was happening, as surely as if she had announced it.

~GLRK~

The noise was not heard, so much as felt, as you slipped down. One of the walls pressed in a bit more than the others, her hoof outside following your descent down her long neck, the bulge you made barely visible, but still something she could feel as you slipped down it effortlessly, and then past it, the lump disappearing into her chest, not to be seen again as you became merely another part of her, just as she had promised.

Inside her, the feeling of falling down, guided by the tube, was replaced with moving first sideways, and then into a tight sphincter that held itself closed. The dull thudding of something nearby, her heart you realized, somewhere deep inside kept you passive. Not long after, you passed between a set of roaring bellows, which drew in the air like contained hurricanes, and blew it back out with the same force, before allowing you to move on, the sound fading somewhat into the distance.

Finally, you dropped into her… stomach? It was not what you expected. The chamber was not one of walls, but instead, you dropped into a pool of liquids, one that seemed to stretch out in every direction forever, liquid that rippled and moved, the image in them nothing less than the vault of the heavens themselves, twinkling stars and galaxies that appeared far, far away, that bobbed and distorted as the ripples passed over them. The most distant bits would even have noticeable redshift. Yet, despite the image of floating in space, you were most certainly floating in warm liquid.

And then, once more, you were staring at the moon, but this time, it was larger than ever before. The sight of it, the scale of it, was intimidating, but your addled brain provided no protest, as you found yourself floating around it, your body curling up, and then starting to glow, as Luna’s mane gained a brand new star in it, one that she positioned perfectly, for this evening at least, until she decided to let it go… sometime. Sometime possibly in the far future, perhaps.

Content, Luna would make her way back to her quarters. All those whom she passed by would be blissfully unaware that Luna carried inside her the only human in Equestria. The walk would be short, but uneventful. Perhaps if her sister was there to witness her doing so, she’d be scolded over it… or be asked to share. Making her way to her bed, Luna would lay down and close her eyes. Rather than go to sleep however, the world around her would turn into a room with many windows, each one into the dream of another pony...

Description
Looks like Luna's got two things: you, and a bit of Nightmare Moon left. Once you go pred, you never go back. And Luna, like real life horses, is an opportunistic one...

Been trying to add some depth to my stuff recently, and I'm really happy with how this one turned out! Luna is always fun to draw, her mane especially.

Also, I've been on a binge with dom Luna recently. I don't know why, but its like crack to me.

Anyway, to go along with this mawshot, me and wrote a story to go along with it. Contains macro/micro, mouthplay, first person, and of course, vore.

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The stars, the sky, and the moon. These were your only thoughts as you drifted, half asleep through the void. You weren’t even sure how you came to be here. One moment awake and alert, the next everything twisting and turning, the world shattering like a painting, revealing this place, these lights, this weightlessness. Your eyes were half lidded, as you floated, your course taking you straight towards the big, white moon.

And then you crashed through that as well. The image, the big round thing, did not splinter and crack as your world had. Instead it moved and flowed, less something solid, and more a liquid. You could even imagine the surface of it rippling as it took you into itself, and you passed beyond the moon, into what lay behind it, the hidden side it never showed the rest of the world.

Like that, you woke up. The sudden touch of cold night air, the sensation of falling. All of it hit your brain like a sack of brinks, and caused you to snap sharply to the waking world. Yet, oddly, still you were in the stars, a lovely twinkling field of them all about you, making you wonder if this was still the void, until something sparkling came up beneath you, and you dropped into it, landing with a plink noise.

Your body struck the thing, glass, with the force of your fall, and yet, nothing broke. The glass was thick and strong, curved on the sides for a rounded bottom. Bigger than you were tall, its surface cupped you at the pit of it, leaving you nothing more than a tangled mess of limbs, moaning, in pain, but not really damaged somehow, just sore, as you waited for everything to stop spinning, so you could rise and look around.

“You are not our Moonshine. Wherefort are you in our glass?” asked a booming voice, the sound of the syllables spilling over you, leaving you wondering what was being said as it made its way through your brain, slowly forcing the gears to turn. Oddly, it was the phrase, Wherefort, that got you thinking, and remembering that it actually meant something along the lines of why, a fact that got you to finally raise your head and look around.

As you’d seen, you were in a glass...why you’d thought that you didn’t know, as this glass was huge, able to be a personal pool for you if it had been filled with water, several feet deep, and wide at the top. You filled it now with your body, not quite reaching the edge as you delicately untangled yourself, and then stood up in the bowl at the glass’ bottom, looking through it at the world beyond.

Rather than being unable to process it, you drank in those details. Outside the glass was a world of sculpted midnight. Not black, but instead, something of a dark blue, that seemed to be carved into the shape of a large horse, or perhaps a pony, with long, thick legs, and a mane that looked to be made of stars, the field you’d been in before dropping into the glass, and oddly enough, it seemed to move in some ethereal wind you couldn’t feel.

“We asked you a question, little thing. Where did you come from? Where is the Moonshine we summoned?” ask the pony, her voice deep from her size, as she was as large as a mountain to you, barely an inch tall, maybe even half that to a thing her size, and you shrank back to the far edge of the glass from her, as she brought it, somehow floating it, up to her eyes, those deep turquoise orbs staring at you, intently.

“Are you some malcontent? Or a spy?” she said, the humid heat in her voice blowing over you, fogging the glass around you for a moment, before the cool air cleared it, leaving you staring into her eyes, fumbling over words, trying to think of some response to her, and coming up blank, as she judged you from the heavens. Her breath had a subtle cherry scent to it.

“Or perhaps... a supplicant? Yes, that must be it. Did you come here to honor your Princess? Luna of the Moon, Night, and Dreamscape?” she asked, a small smirk forming on her lips as she raised you slightly higher, to look at you more closely, the sudden jerk sending you down again, laying on your stomach in the bottom of the glass, and this seemed to be all the answer she needed.

“Very well then. You bow most deeply, and thus, I shall honor you… hmm… I believe making you one with the Night is the honor I can best bestow at this moment. Do you object to that?” she asked, and you, barely hearing her over the ringing in your ears, shook your head from side to side, trying to clear your vision to respond.

“Huzzah! Then let us become one, dear supplicant,” she said, and the glass raised upwards again, tilting to the side so you were no longer looking at her through glass walls, but instead seeing her in all her glory. The face, no longer distorted, looked more beautiful than anything you had seen in all your years, as she smiled at you, and fluttered her eyes a bit, giggling.

Then you felt it. A tingle all around your body, as it was lifted from the glass, and held in some kind of sparkling field. Magic, it was the only thought in your mind as you bobbed slightly in the air before her, her horn...she had a deep blue horn you realized only now, glowing with a similar light. It then jerked backwards, just a small bit, just a tiny motion, and you began to move forward, towards her muzzle. Her face seemed to take on a hint of malice at that moment.

At first, you thought she was bringing you in for a kiss, and that thought stopped any other from intruding as you drew closer, her nostrils flaring as she took in your scent, and then blowing her breath out onto you, the hot, humid wind blowing away the chill night air, and leaving you covered in goosebumps, as she brought you right before her lips, which slowly began to part.

It was only when her muzzle was completely open that you realized her true intent, and by that time, it was too late. Her tongue lolled out, a soft, supple carpet, dripping with saliva as it lay in front of her maw. The sides of her mouth curled upwards, and she got a look in her eyes that was positively predatory, looking at you like nothing more than a piece of food to be devoured. Saliva would form columns, both thin and thick, and drip from the roof of her mouth as the cave neared.

---------------------------

Quite suddenly, her magic vanished. Like a switch thrown, it dropped you, and you landed on that tongue with a wet, fleshy smack, only now aware of your lack of clothing as your skin connected with hers. The sensation of it sent a shock up your spine, making your arms and legs weak, unable to do more than flail. The sensation was otherworldly, the ground was hot and velvety, with the saliva generously covering it sticking you to its surface. She gently withdrew her tongue into her muzzle, and then with a single motion, snapped her teeth shut.

The meeting of her molars was deafening, and the air inside her mouth, the moment it was closed, seemed to become almost liquid. The heat rose to the level of a sauna, your sweat mixing with her spit to leave you slipping over the surface of her long, thick tongue, which moved less like flesh, and more like a roiling ocean in a storm, the thousands of taste buds on it tickling at your skin as you passed over them.

And thus did she taste you with passion, her tongue tilting and moving, shaking and twisting, going back and forth, and with a level of violence, leaving you swooned as you lay there, unable to raise even the smallest objection. Everything you might have done simply drained out of you, overwhelmed by her as you were. The cherry scent of her breath, the feeling of her flesh, the chaotic movements would all serve to drain you of energy. There odd light that seemed to come from everywhere, leaving you not in darkness, but instead in a dim cave, allowing you to see where you’re going, but certainly with nothing in the way of control.

The motions of her maw would take a pause then, leaving your brain feeling like static, at the thought of what happened. It felt like you had already been in there for hours, and even standing still, the place was overwhelming. Hot, thick saliva would pool around you in your brief moment of respite, as the humid air was still filled with the sounds of her breathing, and all the wet sounds that her maw and throat produced. You thought now, to raise protest, however, this wouldn’t be.

The tongue pressed you into the roof of her mouth, the ridges of it pulling at your skin, as the spit gathered around you, and you gave a moan of pleasure. It was staggering how something so large could move so quickly, and with such precision. Or feel so nice... This seemed to reach her ears, as she gave out a giggle, one that echoed and shook the whole of the world. And, had a bit of a sinister, playful tone.

Luna’s tongue would make a miniscule movement, causing you to tense up and prepare for yet another storm. The only thing that would come however, is another bit of laughter from the mare, as a drop of saliva would fall on you. A few more subtle shifts would occur, before she would slide you to the top of her tongue. You wondered what else Luna would be doing to you… and you immediately got your answer.

The tip of the tongue would curl back and around you, the monstrous tongue nearly wrapping itself around you like some kind of creature. Before you could try to escape, you would be pressed into its giving flesh, the warmth and strength of which was overwhelming, as saliva flowed past you. It became quite obvious to you at this point that she took great pleasure in your being here, filling your mind with both terror and intrigue. Especially as the tongue would vibrate with another, powerful “Mmmmm…” provided by her vocal cords.

“Hmm, you taste divine, my little treat,” she said, her tongue bouncing beneath you, and the whole world shaking to her words. You were nearly blown out of her lips, the only thing preventing it being the tip of her tongue rising up just before you could slip from her muzzle, and then gently pushing you back into her maw, as the lips met again, and you were once more sealed inside, sitting almost in the middle of her tongue. Luna would put her hoof to her mouth, to prevent such mishaps occuring again.

The wet world around you would again become full of sound and motion, as she would speak again, however, her voice now quieter, lower, more subdued. “I must give Nightmare Moon credit… she has a point with eating others…” she would say, a small snicker included. “And my sister in a sense… I can see why one would be so addicted to something so flavorful…” she said. “Expect to be here often… especially during long sessions of dream duty.”

Then, the tongue dipped down towards the back, and stayed raised in the front, causing you to slide into the abyss at the back of her muzzle. Where her tongue ended, where her throat began, you could not have said. Instead you were merely along for the ride, your tiny form surrounded by her, consumed by her in every way. Soft walls, like velvet, pushing into you, backed by hard, powerful muscles. A contrast that sent another thrill up your spine as they moved and shook, the sound around you telling you what was happening, as surely as if she had announced it.

~GLRK~

The noise was not heard, so much as felt, as you slipped down. One of the walls pressed in a bit more than the others, her hoof outside following your descent down her long neck, the bulge you made barely visible, but still something she could feel as you slipped down it effortlessly, and then past it, the lump disappearing into her chest, not to be seen again as you became merely another part of her, just as she had promised.

Inside her, the feeling of falling down, guided by the tube, was replaced with moving first sideways, and then into a tight sphincter that held itself closed. The dull thudding of something nearby, her heart you realized, somewhere deep inside kept you passive. Not long after, you passed between a set of roaring bellows, which drew in the air like contained hurricanes, and blew it back out with the same force, before allowing you to move on, the sound fading somewhat into the distance.

Finally, you dropped into her… stomach? It was not what you expected. The chamber was not one of walls, but instead, you dropped into a pool of liquids, one that seemed to stretch out in every direction forever, liquid that rippled and moved, the image in them nothing less than the vault of the heavens themselves, twinkling stars and galaxies that appeared far, far away, that bobbed and distorted as the ripples passed over them. The most distant bits would even have noticeable redshift. Yet, despite the image of floating in space, you were most certainly floating in warm liquid.

And then, once more, you were staring at the moon, but this time, it was larger than ever before. The sight of it, the scale of it, was intimidating, but your addled brain provided no protest, as you found yourself floating around it, your body curling up, and then starting to glow, as Luna’s mane gained a brand new star in it, one that she positioned perfectly, for this evening at least, until she decided to let it go… sometime. Sometime possibly in the far future, perhaps.

Content, Luna would make her way back to her quarters. All those whom she passed by would be blissfully unaware that Luna carried inside her the only human in Equestria. The walk would be short, but uneventful. Perhaps if her sister was there to witness her doing so, she’d be scolded over it… or be asked to share. Making her way to her bed, Luna would lay down and close her eyes. Rather than go to sleep however, the world around her would turn into a room with many windows, each one into the dream of another pony...