Chapter 2

Nightmare Moon Awakens

The first thing I noticed as I regained consciousness, was that I felt very heavy. My arms, legs, chest and head all felt as though they were weighed down by something heavy. It didn’t help that my head felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to it either.

I slowly opened my eyes, though I wasn’t able to make out much except a large amount of gray. I blinked a few times in an effort to better focus my vision on what I was looking at.

Slowly the gray morphed into what looked like a ceiling high above me. I slowly moved my eyes around the room. It looked incredibly old and dilapidated from the passage of time.

My first thought upon awakening was, Where am I? as I took in my new surroundings.

The pain in my head was slowly receding, but I could still feel an ache sitting around my temples. I started to move my right hand to my right temple, I usually did this when I had a migraine, as it tended to relieve the pain most of the time. However, as soon as my hand made contact with my head, I heard the loud clanging of metal striking metal.

The sound alone was enough to cause the pain in my head to quickly return to its former levels as I moaned, "Oh god my aching head! What in the hell did I just hit?"

However, I quickly closed my mouth upon hearing my voice. What in the world was that? That wasn't my voice! I thought to myself, too afraid to speak again. The voice I’d heard, it was soft and smooth, like that of a seductress.

"Is...is this really my voice?" I asked myself shakily. Quickly, I clamped my hands over my mouth again when I heard my voice once more. My eyes wide with shock.

This can't be my voice,it just can't be! What's happened to me? I thought fearfully.

As I lay there on the hard stone floor, I racked my brain to try and figure out just what kind of situation I now found myself in. So far, all I had to go on was that I’d awoken in some crumbling ruin, and that my voice was, for a lack of better term, feminine.

Part of me wanted to just close my eyes and hope that this was all just some sort of nightmare and that I would wake up in a hospital bed safe and sound. But in the back of mind, I knew that this was somehow real, that I wouldn’t wake up and find it all just some frightening dream. After all, if you can feel pain, then you can’t be dreaming, right? However, there was another part of me that was morbidly curious and wanted to see just what else, if anything, had changed.

Removing my hands from my mouth, I noticed that they weren't my hands, no the hands in front me were hands alright. But they were smaller, and more delicate looking than the ones I was used too.

What was even more strange, was that the topside of my arms and hands were covered in what looked like some kind of light blue armor, gauntlets, my mind helpfully informed me as I stared at them.

Inspecting my new gauntlets more closely, I found that they each bore the picture of a crescent moon. I turned my hands over so that I could get a better look at them in the dim light of the room. They were a dark black in color, and my new fingers were both thinner and longer than normal, just like a woman's would be.

"Just how much of me has changed?" I asked myself as I moved my hands away from my face. Trying to lift myself into a sitting position, I found that the weight I had felt on my chest earlier was still there, and it was making it difficult to sit up. However, with a little force, I managed to push myself up onto my elbows. It was at that point that I finally figured out what the weight on my chest was.

"Oh. My. God!" I screamed in horrified alarm. I could barely believe what I was seeing before me. It turned out that the weight on my chest was actually a pair of breasts. Very large breasts in point of fact.

No, nonononono!This can't be! I can't be female! Is this some sort of cruel cosmic joke? Am I just some sort of play thing to amuse a bored ‘god’? Is that why this is happening to me?

I sat there on the cold stone floor, staring at my new breasts. Thankfully they were covered by a violet silk top that flowed over my breasts. Its soft fabric caressing them with its silky smoothness, before wrapping around the back of my neck, securing my top in place.

As I stared down at them, I just wanted to break down and cry. I didn’t know where I was, and from what I had seen of myself so far. I could hazard a guess and say that I’d lost all traces of maleness. It still didn’t matter to me that I’d made the choice to save that little girl, and if I’d found myself in that situation again, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Right now though, I just wanted to know what the hell I'd become.

Finally tearing my gaze away from my chest, I glanced up and looked about the room more carefully this time. On the far side of the room I spotted an old and cracked mirror that seemed to glitter in the moonlight.

Wondering if it would help me figure out who/what I was. I slowly picked myself off the ground and tried to get a feel for my legs. I stumbled a bit as I tried to stand up and straighten myself out.

I had thought that the weight from my breasts would be a problem, seeing as how I wasn’t used to their weight yet. But to my surprise, I could feel a similar weight on my back counterbalancing that of my breasts, and helping me to keep my balance as I stood.

Taking a hesitant step forward, I almost fell on my face when I tried to roll my foot forward like I normally would when walking. However that was the problem. I didn't have feet anymore.

I looked down as I took another step forward, an audible clop ringing out in the silence of the room. I quickly discovered that what I had stepped with wasn't a foot. It was a hoof.

I took another step forward, this time with my other leg, yet another audible clop resonating through the quiet room from its impact on the cold stone floor beneath.

"I'm a freak aren't I? I have the voice of a seductress, a hot feminine body to go with it and now to top it all off, I’ve got hooves instead of feet.” I let go a weary sigh. “What else is wrong with me today?" I asked wearily, carefully bringing a gauntleted hand to my head as I trudged towards the distant mirror, slowly putting one hoof in front of the other.

I didn’t really bother to look at my surroundings as I picked my way carefully over the debris covered floor. As my main goal was to try and figure out just what the hell I turned into, I was more focused on making it to my goal than sightseeing at the time.

Finally having successfully navigated my way over the treacherous floor, I stood before the mirror and looked into it, wondering what I would see. Upon closer inspection however, I found that most of the mirror was riddled with cracks and missing pieces, making it almost impossible to see my new self.

"What more do I need to do, just so that I may see what I have become? Say Abracadabra and do a little jig?" I asked, defeatedly.

I placed my right hand over the broken mirror as I closed my eyes and let my head hang down in defeat. A lone tear escaping my eye as I tried to hold onto what little sanity I had left.

It was no more than a minute or so when I felt a small piercing pain run through the middle of my head, before passing as quickly as it had come. When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to find that the broken glass that littered the floor, was now surrounded by a dark blue glow.

I watched in silent awe as the broken pieces seemed to melt and flow together, like silvery water, creating larger pieces as they pooled together on the floor below. Soon they began to flow towards the mirror, and startled, I snatched my hand away. Even as I watched, the silvery blobs began to mend the cracks in the mirror, and in no time at all, the mirror was whole again, with no signs of it having once been broken.

However, the sight that greeted me in the now fully repaired mirror was not one I was fully prepared for. For there, standing in the mirror before me, was a creature I had never seen before, and as I stared at it, and it, at me. I quickly came to the conclusion that this creature was in fact, me. The ‘new’ me.

"So...this is what I have become." I said quietly as I slowly brought my hand up to my face. My skin, though I don't think I could call it that anymore as it felt just like the fur of the horses I used to groom back on my family’s farm. In addition, it was colored the same color of black as the fur on my hands. Carefully I traced the tips of my fingers over my lips, somewhat surprised to find that they felt soft to the touch.

That wasn’t the only change made to my face however, as it appeared to have been elongated, more closely resembling that of horse, except just a little bit smaller and with a more feminine look to it. The green eyes that I once had were now gone, replaced instead by the large orbs that now stared back at me, their green color replaced by teal. In addition, my pupils now bore a close resemblance to that of a cat’s in shape, with a long vertical slit in place of my normal round ones.

As I stared into the mirror, my gaze wandered over my new body. Where should I begin when trying to describe myself? Should I start with the long black horn that now jutted out from just above and between my eyes? Or maybe the light blue helmet that covered my head, small slits cut into it that allowed my horn and new pointed ears to poke out.

Oh, and what about my hair? If one could call it that! It had an ethereal beauty to it, seemingly moving as if by the wind. Trouble was, there wasn’t any wind to move it. Though, I will admit that it was beautiful, with its indigo blue ‘hair’, liberally dusted with little ‘stars’ that twinkled merrily. At that point I noticed that there was something else cascading behind me under my ‘hair’. It too held the ethereal beauty of the night sky and seemed connected to my waist. So I could only assume that it was a tail that matched my ‘hair’.

Looking past my new ‘hair’ and tail, I remembered the weight I had felt earlier on my back. It was then I realized that the weight was pair of black feathered wings which jutted out behind me.

I felt the last of my sanity slowly slipping away as I cackled like some deranged mad woman. "Hahaha! What else has the devil given me today? He’s already taken away what physically defines me as a man and replaced it with...this!" I yelled as I looked into the mirror gesturing with one arm at my new body.

My body’s new figure closely resembled that of an hourglass, large busty chest, slim waist and wide hips. The same figure I’d always found attractive on a woman. Problem was, now I'm the one with stuck with the figure!

Barely managing to keep a small sense of control, I hesitantly continued my visual inspection. In addition to my armored gauntlets on my hands and arms, I also sported a light blue, armored belt around my waist. A crescent moon symbol adorning the center of it, the same one as that on the armor of my gauntlets. Attached to my belt was a violet silk garment that came down to just above my ankles in length, similar to the one that covered my breasts.

However, it seemed that the sole purpose of this garment was to cover my nether regions, while leaving my hips fully exposed. That was another thing I quickly noticed too. There was a large image pasted on both sides of my hips. It was that of a light blue colored crescent moon, with a purple splotch lying under the moon and looked to be the same crescent moon that adorned my gauntlets and belt. However, this crescent moon was apart of me, apart of my body. I ran a couple fingers over the spot where it was located and shivered at the simple touch.

I finally stepped back from the mirror, allowing me to really see myself in all of my ‘glory’ for the first time.

"This is the demon the devil has turned me into? Some sort of creature that stalks the night and that preys on and seduces men? In essence a monster and a freak! Hahaha! Isn't this hilarious!" I yelled as that last bit of my sanity I’d been clinging too for so long finally broke.

"I mean, isn’t it just hilarious! After all the work I have done! All the countless hours helping those in need, not asking for anything, anything, at all in return! This is what I get? Why did this happen to me? Why? What did I do wrong?" I asked, tears streaming down my face as I finally broke down and cried.

I couldn’t have stopped the tears at that point, even if I wanted to. I was broken now, not my sanity, or at least not completely yet, there was still a small glimmer of hope left in the dark well called my psyche. No, it was my emotions that were broken. My anger. My sadness. And all the rest of them, broken, like that of a porcelain vase dropped from a high pedestal, and into a million fragments.

I fell to my knees, as I began to cry out every bit of pain in my heart.

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Nightmare Moon sat there on stone floor of the old castle as she cried. For hours she cried. So distraught over who she now found herself as, Nightmare Moon failed to hear the creaking of an old door opening behind her.

"Girls do you hear that? It sounds like somepony’s crying."

Author's Note

I want to thank Timothy48 for being a great editor. Seriously I am one shitty writer.

Next chapter. Nightmare Moon's Punishment

Also I might be insane hell I'm writing three fics and I'm about to start on another. Question is why the hell am I going to do that. Insanity my friends insanity.

This picture to this link i uswd to model Nightmare Moon
http://angelthecatgirl.tumblr.com/post/30207120119/i-told-you-id-do-nmm-next-cameo-of-pixie-she

Of course I'm not gonna make her that freaking tall.

pony heights

Mares - 5.5 - 6.0

Stallions - 6.0 - 6.5

Luna - 6.5

Celestia - 7.0

Nightmare Moon - 7.0