Vengeful Shadow
Blueblood watched as Yaazi and Dinky slumbered within the white space, awaiting the next story he would send them into. He was going to enjoy this. The foolish human and had allowed him escape from the fate that had been written for him, and now he was free to begin his reign anew. But first he would make sure that those few who knew of his existence would never be able to speak against him, or warn anyone of what had happened. After all, once the little ones were broken, the human would be little more than a puppet with his strings cut...as Blueblood would make sure he would never escape the knowledge that what happened was - ultimately - his fault.
Blueblood chuckled to himself. This was almost too easy. Maybe he would keep the fillies once they were broken. Both were unused, and if his research was accurate, the Changeling could be made to be the perfect virginal play toy time after time. Besides, nothing would break the human so surely as to have him come to to seeing his beloved daughter having been reduced to a willing rape victim. The Prince managed to suppress a cackle at the thought. This would be his greatest triumph, and his rule would truly be eternal this time.
As he reached for the database to select a suitable story to leave the two fillies suitably broken, he heard hoofsteps behind him. He spun. “Who goes-” He convulsively swallowed. “Th-there...”
The unicorn are who walked towards him was as regal as any he had ever seen. Her coat was a pure midnight black, so dark as to seem to suck the light from the room. Her mane and tail were purest silver, and hung fetchingly about her face and flank. Her eyes shimmered like quicksilver. Her Cutie Mark resembled a large upside down heart, blood red...but close examination revealed that it was actually three blood red teardrops - the traditional symbol for a drop of blood - layered over each other into a heart shape. Everything about her exuded an aura of unearthly sexuality, her every movement sensuous poetry in motion. A cruel smile adorned her face as she watched him. “Am I disturbing you, your highness?” she asked seductively.
Blueblood struggled to get himself under control. “Who are you?” he demanded. “How did you get here?”
“I am Crewel Lye,” she said calmly, walking to stand beside him. “And I was drawn here by your cruelty.” She glanced in towards the two fillies. “It’s been so hard for me of late to find the proper...toys. The ponies - and other creatures - around here are so watchful, so protective...so foolish.” She licked her lips as she stared at Dinky, who was unconscious with her flank sticking up in the air. “That one certainly looks delicious.”
Blueblood stepped forward. “And how do I know I can trust you? I was brought down once before. It will not happen again.”
She chuckled. “I know, your highness. You were right on the cusp of penultimate victory, but your own arrogance in weakening your guards brought you to destruction. A pity. If not for that, you may have ushered in a new age of indulgence.”
Blueblood stared at her. “How do you know this?”
Crewel smiled. “I read the story, your highness. It is how I know enough of you to know exactly what you need.”
“Oh?” Blueblood asked archly. “And what, exactly, do I need?”
Smiling, Crewel flicked her tail across Blueblood’s nose, sending yet another wave of arousal through him. “What you need is a partner, a face. Someone others trust to take care of those things that your presence would draw too much attention to...someone who only wants to share in the pleasures provided. Someone...” She leaned forward. “...like me...” she whispered into his ear.
“Really?” Blueblood replied, stepping back, trying to get himself under control. “So eager to help me?”
“But of course,” she replied, grinning widely. “I’ve been waiting oh so long for a cruelty that could match - neigh, eclipse - my own. For a cruelty I could share in...and be the target of.”
Blueblood raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Indeed. Sadist, Masochist, Dominatrix, Slave...any dark and twisted role you would desire of me, I shall become.” She bent over. “All for you, my prince. Take not the silent bride who can be naught but a toy. Take me who can be everything you want and need...and things you can’t even imagine.”
Blueblood walked forward, this mare’s words bringing an excitement to him. “I can imagine a great deal.”
Reaching up with her forehooves, Crewel Lye spread the lips of her pussy in his face, revealing her unspoiled nethers. “Show me.”
Grinning, Blueblood placed his forehooves against her flank. “I’m going to break you,” he whispered, driving his fully erect dick into her virgin pussy.
She screamed in pleasure and agony as he thrust into her, her hymen tearing. “Oh gods, yes,” she mumbled as her breath returned to her.
Blueblood grinned as he thrust into her. “You’re so tight,” he said, thrusting all the way into her. He paused as her walls contracted tighter around him. “Huh?”
She suddenly chuckled. “This was too easy.” Her pussy suddenly snapped shut with the sound of clashing teeth.
Blueblood screamed, falling backwards, the entire length of his dick having been removed. He stared as he saw teeth in Crewel Lye’s pussy, masticating for a time before spitting out a paste of flesh and blood that had once been his dick. “Wh...what are you?” he demanded in fear.
“What’s the matter?” Crewel asked as she approached. “I thought you liked pain.” Green fire passed over her body.
Where once had been the most sensual unicorn Blueblood had ever seen now stood a Changeling mare, her eyes draconic and her mane and tail a blood red. Her horn was long and twisted in the middle, giving the impression of a younger Chrysalis.
Blueblood pushed himself backward, leaking blood. “You...you monster!”
“Am I?” she asked, walking toward him. “I did not lie,” she whispered, leaning in to lock her horn around his. “I can be anything you want...anything you need...and things you cannot even imagine.” On her last word, she twisted her head, snapping his horn off at the base.
He screamed in agony, clutching at the stump that had been the center of his magic. “Why are you doing this?”
She chuckled. “Why? But this is no more or less than anything you had ever done. And I can see why, now. Your screams of agony bring such wondrous pleasure.” She reared onto her hind legs, and a dick sprouted in green fire, spraying Blueblood with bitter tasting cum.
Blueblood spat out the bitter semi-solid. “Who are you?”
“Who am I?” She suddenly lunged forward, seizing him by his head and slamming him against the window. “I am only what you made me to be! Take a good long look at who I was before you came and destroyed everything I ever cared about!”
Blueblood stared through the window at the slumbering fillies. His eyes widened as he turned back to the Changeling mare. “...Yaazi?”
She hissed angrily. “So you finally learned my name...when it is no longer mine.” She threw him across the room. “I am a child no more. This is what became of me when you broke me. Love could feed me no longer, as my heart was destroyed. Incapable of love, I could feel it no longer. But I learned to tap a new emotional energy to feed myself. And unlike love, all it takes to find more is to inflict it.” Her eyes glowed. “I am Nightmare, and I feed on pain!” She brought her hoof down hard on Blueblood’s balls.
Blueblood screamed in pain, and then in agony as he felt teeth masticating his nutsac. He struggled to get away, and felt his balls ripped from his body. Screaming in pain, he staggered to his hooves, managing to crawl away.
Nightmare suddenly laughed. “Well isn’t that an enjoyable view,” she said with a smile.
Shuddering, Blueblood turned his face back to her. She was grinning, staring at his upraised rear. A large dick suddenly took shape between her hind legs, covered in spikes, bumps, and wriggly...things. She suddenly lunged forward, pinning him to the floor by a hoof to his neck, forcing his flank up into the air. “Please, mercy!” he suddenly begged.
Nightmare paused, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Tell me...when your victims begged for mercy, pleaded for freedom, and implored you to stop...what was your answer?” She grinned, already knowing. “Given that...what do you think mine will be?”
Blueblood shuddered. “What...what did you do to me?”
Nightmare chuckled. “You mean besides the obvious?”
“I’m stronger than this. Why am I...”
Nightmare laughed. “I’m a Changeling, Blueblood. If my prey does not feel the emotion I need strongly enough, I can inspire it...or manipulate things to make what is there greater. Since all I want from you is your pain...I removed your ability to feel anything but pain...and fear.” She chuckled. “Such delicious fear. But we’ve delayed long enough.”
Blueblood screamed in agony as the demonic phallus forced its way into his asshole.
Blueblood snapped back to himself, staring into the window at the recumbent fillies. Blinking, he quickly checked over himself. He was still physically intact. It had all been just a waking nightmare...but where had it come from? Shaking himself off, he turned to select a story with which to break the fillies.
He felt something wrapped around his horn. An ethereal hoof stroked his chest. “Go ahead...” a spectral voice whispered. “Do it. Break her. Make me real.”
Blueblood stood there, frozen in fear and hesitation, the specter of Nightmare holding him in place. He remained there as someone behind him rose to their feet. Finally, a shout of rage brought him around. He turned around just as a temporary quantum singularity - commonly known as a black hole - consumed his head.
Elsewhere within the depths of the Everfree Forest, Nightmare took shape, She turned back towards where she had just been, where she could sense the damage was being repaired. “Thank you for helping me,” she whispered.
Sparkling blue-black smoke poured off the body of Nightmare, solidifying into the shape of Nightmare Moon. “It is of no moment,” she replied. “Even I have no mercy for ones such as him.” She turned towards the shadow left behind. “I am surprised that you came so far, though. For a lost soul, dimensional boundaries are difficult to maneuver.”
A shadow in the trees shook her head, the silhouette of the broken horn most noticeable. “I failed her, left her all alone to face unimaginable agony. She was brought here, and now has a chance at a joyful, healthy, happy life.” The eyes of the shadow glowed red. “I will not allow anyone to take that away from her. For so long as my soul has substance, I will do what I can to protect her.”
Nightmare Moon stared at the shade before her. “You realize how much of your soul you lose each time you do things like this?”
The shade shook her head. “For my daughter, the first of my loins and last of my brood, I will pay that price as many times as necessary.” The shade began to vanish.
Nightmare Moon nodded her head. “If you need me again, feel free to call on me...Chrysalis.” Nightmare Moon withdrew to her hiding place in the forest.
