Nightmare Moon smirked to herself as the captain of her guard left the throne room. He had just brought her wonderful news concerning the search for five certain mares in possession of five certain powerful artifacts. Apparently, the little worms had been hiding themselves away in Gryphon territory.

Now that just wouldn't do. After all, the Gryphons had sworn fealty to her after her rise to power. It would be such a shame if she confirmed that they were harboring traitors and enemies of the nation. Maybe she should journey to the Gryphon capital and... strengthen the ties between their nations. Only good things could come of it, she thought to herself with a devilish smirk.

But there was one thing that was currently of greater importance. It was small, petite, with luscious curves, pale skin, long dark hair, with dark blues eyes that shone with an intensity beyond any gem, and currently sauntering down the length of Nightmare's throne room. The dark alicorn's eyes took in Miranda's delightful form, her dark cyan orbs sinfully roving over the thin silk robes that covered near every inch of skin, her mind savagely tearing off the expensive cloth that hid a body only she was allowed to set eyes upon.

"Good evening, my little lover," Nightmare purred while motioning for the many guards in the room to leave. Once the doors to the chamber were fully closed she continued. "Are you feeling... restless?" she asked in an airy tone that easily conveyed her intent. She was more than satisfied to see lust cloud her lover's eyes and her delicate features flushed as her breath became hot and shallow.

"Your royal duties have been getting rather intrusive lately," Miranda said with no small amount of irritation despite the hunger so obviously underlying it. "You've been neglecting your other duties," she finished less suggestively and more like it were an irresponsible fact.

Nightmare grinned lecherously as her lover finally made it to the throne she sat upon, pressing between the alicorn's spread legs and into her chest, one of Miranda's knees digging into her nethers while her petite hands snaked their way past the steel and cloth of Nightmare's armor. Nightmare gasped softly as Miranda's cold hands found purchase on the exposed skin of her nipples and roughly began pinching and kneading the large mounds of fatty tissue, much to the mare's delight.

"I see," Nightmare managed from between moans. "Truly, you've become insatiable." It was worded as a complaint but both knew it was far from it, as her throaty moans attested to.

"That shouldn't stop you from trying," Miranda suggested in a husky whisper as she pulled one arm away from her lover's chest and purposefully went about loosening the laces that held Nightmare's armor together. With loud metallic clinks of steel meeting stone floor, the supple form of Nightmare Moon revealed itself and yet still teasingly hid its finer details under a layer of elaborate and expensive cloth. Even still, with the stiff metal out of the way, Miranda's ministrations became more forceful and elaborate.

Nightmare just continued to sit back against her throne, moaning and panting forcefully as the petite hands of her small lover went from kneading, pinching, and twisting her breasts and nipples to dragging their short nails through her dark fur, tickling her her ribs and belly before traveling down beyond the hem of Nightmare's trousers and into the silk domain of her panties. Miranda's nimble fingers made short work Nightmare's lower lips and soon the dark mare was squirming in her seat as her nectar began to soak through the thin cloth.

At this point Nightmare grew tired of letting the small human have her way with her. With flourish, Miranda found herself in Nightmare's lap and the back of her head pressed into her lover's breasts. "I think it's my turn now, my little lover," the dark mare cooed.

Miranda gasped as one of Nightmare's hands plunged down her silk dress and engulfed her left breast while the other occupied itself in lifting her dress and pushing aside her panties to get at its prize. Her heart skipped a beat and her chest pinched as two long, furry fingers plunged into her sex and sent shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. Nightmare left Miranda little room to breath as her fingers started pumping furiously into the petite human while pinching and twisting and kneading the woman's nipples, forcing whatever air she managed to suck in out of her lungs with every fiery wave of pleasure.

"Oh my," Nightmare teased, "you truly are desperate aren't you? Usually you last longer before you're nothing more than putty in my hands." The dark mare hunched over while keeping Miranda flush against her and added more force into each thrust of her fingers. She willed her mane and tail to thoroughly explore her lover's body, the starry tendrils massaging and raking across every sensitive inch of skin while paying particular attention to her ribs and feet.

By now Miranda couldn't even see straight as tears of ecstasy pooled in her eyes before rolling down her cheeks in waves. "Y-you," she gasped out, "h-haven't touch me like this i-in-" another wave of pure bliss shot up her spine "n-nearly a-a month." Miranda brought up her shaking arms and brought her lover's face to hers. Nightmare needed no further assistance and forced her lips on Miranda's, instantly dominating the poor woman's mouth. Nightmare's tongue poked against her lover's lips, demanding entrance and as soon as it was granted her long, powerful tongue shot through and began massaging every inch of Miranda's mouth she knew would bring even greater pleasure to the small woman.

Miranda could do nothing, as her mouth was so utterly dominated and her tongue forced to submit to Nightmare's, except to use her own tongue to caress the dark mare's powerful muscle. Hot air shot out her nose while she desperately tried to suck in as much air as possible only for Nightmare to deepen their kiss further and steal it all away. Soon enough even Nightmare ran short of breath and pulled away, bathing her lover in short bursts of hot, steamy air while a single strand of saliva refused to completely sever their connection.

Nightmare's mind was completely dominated by lust now. Every sense, every nerve, every brain cell was dedicated to fulfilling her carnal desires. She could feel every quiver and buck of her lover as she kneaded Miranda's breast while the woman's juices coated her fingers. The air reeked of sweat and nectar. Every bestial, wanton moan and squeal and gasp made her ears twitch to try and take in as much as they could. Her eyes gorged themselves on the lewd sight of Miranda bent over and pressed into Nightmare's breasts while her face contorted in shameless pleasure, her dress now little more than a bunched up pile of cloth around her waste while her free breast bounced freely with each movement of the woman. The taste of Miranda left on her tongue sent a thrill up her spine like no other.

Oh yes, this was what Nightmare desired most. To have one give their body and soul so utterly to her. To become a play thing under the masterful ministrations of her hands and ethereal tendrils. Within her dark heart filled with blood lust and hatred, happiness and love for another brewed like some mighty hurricane. Were she to be overthrown now, at this very moment, it would be impossible for her to care less. So long as she had this beautiful woman to share her bed and her body, she was satisfied.

Miranda would have shared Nightmare's thinking if she were able to form a coherent thought.

They spent the next hour like this, fulfilling each others needs. Sometimes Miranda would be able to turn the tables and gain dominance in their carnal battle and make Nightmare squirm as a skilled tongue and fingers left the dark mare's breast and lower lips screaming for more. Most of the time Nightmare's advantage in size and her ethereal mane and tail left her human lover moaning and begging wantonly like some sex crazed beast. There was even a moment where they were at a stalemate when Nightmare's mane and tail desperately stimulated Miranda in all her sensitive bits while Miranda herself dedicated her hands and tongue Nightmare's sex alone, making up for her lack in size with more mobile and dextrous appendages until Nightmare's starry wisps grew more aggressive and pinched her nipples and the nub above own sex. At that point she found herself once more drowning in an ocean of mind numbing euphoria.

Only when their bodies were tired and soaked in sweat and each others nectar did they relent.

Miranda sighed in delight as she snuggled herself between Nightmare's cleavage, letting the cool air of the night cool down her hot body while she listened to the powerful thumping of her lover's heart. Nightmare herself was splayed out on the floor, her wings spread to their fullest so she didn't crush them, and completely ignorant of the pool of love juices she lay in. She held Miranda close to her and hummed delightedly as Miranda's breathing tickled the fur of her breasts.

The calm silence of the throne room was suddenly interrupted by a powerful roar that even a fully grown Ursa Major would be intimidated by. Also known as the rumbling of Miranda's stomach after sex. "I'm hungry," she stated unnecessarily.

Nightmare chuckled and lifted her arm as Miranda climbed off of her and onto her feet. Nightmare Moon got to her hooves quickly and eyed the room around them with a lecherous gleam in her eye. The long carpet that ran the length of the room would need to be washed thoroughly. The metal of the throne was slick with juices and would likely need heavy duty cleaning while the pillows on it would need to be burned. Several tapestries had been knocked down from their places between the huge windows that allowed the moon's light to poor into the room.

All in all, it was very minor damage compared to other times they'd succumbed to their carnal desires in here since Miranda had given herself to Nightmare nearly a year ago.

"Let's get some fresh clothes on and then I'll have the royal chef make us dinner then," Nightmare suggested. Miranda looked to their clothes scattered about the throne and giggled a little. They were far beyond repair, let alone use.

"That sounds wonderful. Shall we?" she asked with a smile. Nightmare returned the gesture before she wrapped the both of them in her wings and the two melted into the shadows.

Author's Note

More than a whole year later, another chapter! It's shorter than the last and I'll probably add more to this one but I think you all have waited long enough. Hope you enjoyed.