The Ravaging of Princess Celestia

The dark princess of the night made her way through the Hall of the Sun with her otherworldly mane flowing behind her like a regal cape. Her unshod hooves made considerable clout when they struck the ground mightily in her stride. She had effortlessly made her way into this wing unnoticed, seeping through the cracks in the walls as a plume of smoke. Her piercing eyes bore into the passageway in front of her, leaving nothing unseen. At the end of this hall, there were two guards of the sun, hiding pitifully behind two stands that held flower vases on either side. Yet they did not go unnoticed. Nightmare Moon had seen them from afar when they tried to hide from her terrible forthcoming, too terrified like newborn foals to do their duty.

There was a light sound, the calm before a devastating storm, when she channeled magic into her long horn. Two bolts of violet shot in the directions of the stands, and without warning they disappeared right from behind the awestruck stallions. When the vases smashed behind them, they jumped and squealed, making her chuckle amusedly over their feminine reaction. Now already upon them before they knew it, she passed by without a word. To her satisfaction, they immediately ran in the opposite direction, their metal shoes clanking noisily in the direction behind her.

Taking hold of both doors, she threw them open and stole inside quietly, using her magic to dampen the sounds of her hoofsteps. With her eyes wide open she saw clearly in the darkened room. The gentle form of the sun princess rested peacefully upon her lush bed of golden, silk sheets. She was halfway curled up and there was an unrolled scroll near her face. “How cute,” the shadowy creature said. “She fell asleep reading.” Her voice was low and husky and bore a malicious confidence.

Either from the light from the hallway or from the volume of Nightmare Moon’s voice, Celestia stirred from her slumber and lifted her head to see who was at the doorway. Yet the frightful intruder quickly cast a powerful and dark spell that divided and latched onto the white alicorn’s hooves. Before the drowsy mare could react, the shadowy magic dragged her legs out so that her legs were spread apart on her bed. Four unbreakable shadowy bonds tied each hoof to the four posts at the bed’s corners.

She uttered a few words of confusion before Nightmare Moon leapt a great distance, bouncing onto the soft mattress. The doors shut behind her and turned red with a spell that locked them. Through the silver moonlight, the tall figure of Nightmare Moon was faintly visible, and very soon, the trapped pony’s eyes adjusted to identify her dreadful captor. “Nightmare Moon, how did you get in here?” she asked. Her voice came in a rush of resilient ire, but the mistress of fear also heard the panic in it.

“It’s that time of year again,” she answered. Moving deliberately, the dark alicorn placed her hooves on either side of Celestia’s head and gazed into her soft, magenta eyes that burned with righteous fury against her. “And I need to be satisfied just as much as you do.” Her hoof touched the bound pony’s face gently but her cruelty bled through the caress.

The offended mare jerked her head away and raised her voice. “You’re disgusting. What did you do with Luna?”

Nightmare didn’t answer. Instead, her hoof moved to pet Celesta’s left wing. She could vividly remember her sister’s episodes before about certain hot spots of hers, and her hoof quickly brushed over a very sensitive spot on the underside where the appendage connected to her back. The restrained alicorn’s eyes went wide and she screamed in disapproval, thrashing that wing against the sheets. She pulled with all her might against the bonds of pure night that left her defenseless and groaned in frustration when they would not budge.

In a panic, she charged her horn with a mighty spell to banish the darkness that bound her, but the dark mare was ready for this. Another ring-like shadow appeared around Celestia’s horn, and the golden glow of the white alicorn was ensnared and confined; she could not manage a single charm.

“Ah, ah, ah, sister,” she chided. “I get to decide when you get to use magic.”

At the ease with which her captor had overpowered her, Celestia’s eyes suddenly widened as large as dinner plates. Her mouth quivered, and for a moment she apparently could not find her voice as she realized the direness of her situation. “You aren’t going to get away with this,” she promised falsely. Then she opened her mouth to shout, “Guar—mmMMph!”

Nightmare Moon found her chance and threw herself against Celestia’s open mouth, wrapping her lips around the reluctant pony’s in a forceful kiss. The white mare gave a muffled noise of confusion at first, but then when her lover’s tongue prodded hers, she squealed in surprise and retreated into the back of her mouth. Nightmare Moon’s wet muscle gave chase, invading her orifice and seeking out Celestia’s voraciously. She finally found it cowering in the rear and tried to slither around it like before, but the ashamed sun princess yanked and shot weakened spells at her restraints, making lewd noises in her helplessness. The dark lady’s eyes narrowed in amusement. Her captive was only making herself even more desirable with her futile struggling.

Her tongue retreated from its frontal assault, and she resolved to explore inside her mouth. It glided slowly and sensually all around the sun-flanked pony’s compromised opening, feeling every nook and cranny. It licked flat against the struggling mare’s soft palate, causing a shiver to rack Celestia’s whole body. Saliva coated her interior walls, and the excess dribbled down both of their chins. Then while Celestia was still struggling, Nightmare Moon’s hooves returned to her uselessly flailing wings and started to rub them with just the care that her fiery kiss had. They brushed underneath the feathers, and though this provoked another loud moan, it was not very long before they went just as stiff as the other’s.

The mare on top continued her slow offensive. Her hooves now traced circles around the ramrod-stiff appendages, and her tongue flicked around Celestia’s mouth while their lips quivered and their noses breathed in much needed air. Nightmare Moon felt her prisoner’s body start to heat up soon, and instead of struggling so much, the bound mare more or less grinded against her. Every time her violet magic would tug on a feather or hit a more sensitive spot like in between the bones, Celestia gave the cutest tiny squeak.

Eventually when Nightmare Moon’s tongue returned to the bound pony’s, she tried with more aggression, scraping the timid organ from below, where it could not escape. When it tried again to flee, she seized her chance and wrapped around. Now that Celestia’s was subdued, she stroked it too, trying to draw it into her mouth and enticing it to play. Discovering that it still seemed reluctant, the moon raiser moved her rear leg to touch Celestia’s stomach. Quickly it moved down and struck in between Celestia’s legs, grinding against the presently unblossomed flower. This provoked a particularly sharp gasp from the white alicorn. Yet instead of lashing back in anger, she relaxed all of a sudden and pushed yearningly back against Nightmare’s leg.

Then finally, Celestia returned the kiss, pressing into the black alicorn’s mouth and fighting back with her own tongue. The two combatants danced, wrestling with each other passionately and relentlessly in a wet bath of burning lust. The sun raiser swirled hers around in a grip and pushed at last into her lover’s eager mouth. It was her turn to assault and conquer as she shot into Nightmare Moon, feeling against all the areas that made even the dark lady moan lightly. Her attack was maybe twice as full of desire as the other’s, and now that she was awakened, she ruthlessly discovered every single soft-spot in the whole orifice, and even her lover found it difficult to feel like the one in control for a short moment.

Finally, Nightmare Moon broke the kiss, and both ponies sucked in gulps of precious breath, panting heavily with sore, tired mouths from all that effort. Then when Celestia finally caught her breath, with her voice shaking in a mix of fear and audacity, she said, “I could have bit your tongue off.”

Her captor smiled. “But you didn’t, did you?” she asked victoriously. “And by the force in that kiss, I’d say you want this just as much as I do.”

“… you’re a monster.”

The dark alicorn grinned, displaying her perfectly white teeth. She blinked slowly, showing off her long eyelashes and deep, matching, violet eye shadow. Then with her eyes still closed, her head descended again, and laid a light peck on Celestia’s exposed neck. The sun princess gave a surprised gasp of pleasure, and Nightmare Moon continued to share her love. Hooves returned to stroke and rub Celestia’s fine body all the way up from her withers down to the vibrant cutie marks on her lovely flanks. Meanwhile, she kissed her neck again but a little lower this time, easily targeting the spots that caused her sister to moan as she trailed down her form. Nearing the fairest alicorn’s stomach, the swarthy mare paused to firmly press into the suns, making the teased pony squirm and writhe. Nightmare then stuck out her tongue and made a trail of kisses just above Celestia’s slick nethers, provoking another light moan.

The dark mare’s lips finally brushed at the edge of her captive’s thigh, making her convulse and moan more loudly. Smiling, she kissed at the inner part of her leg, and then finally moved her face between her spread legs. The moon princess waited a moment in that position, listening to the growing desperation of her sister’s moans and the quickened pace of her unsteady breathing. A moment passed and the anticipation grew, more in the white mare than the dark one. Nightmare Moon opened her eyes.

The velvet petals of Celestia’s flower were starting to bud from her ministrations, and a few drops of ambrosial excitement wafted fragrant perfume into her nostrils. She puckered her lips and blew a light stream of cool air onto the pink slit. It quivered and Celestia drew out an extended, sexy moan as her nethers ached for more serious attention. She thrust her pelvis up, just out of the reach of her Luna’s muzzle, trying to sate her high-mounting lust.

At last, the moon-marked mare decided to oblige her, and her wet tongue fell over Celestia’s silky marehood with a light upward lick across the slit. The day’s regent bucked her hips forward at this, but Nightmare skillfully drew back in perfect unison, keeping the tip of her tongue over her blossoming rosebud. Then, forcing her down by pressing on her cutie marks, she gave her outer folds a wet tongue bath, lapping up the liberal juices that came out as the petals opened. When finally her clit exposed itself, Luna flicked at it, and Celestia squealed in pleasure.

Her tongue shot out again, and drew its entire length across the button, coating the whole organ in wet excitement. She swallowed and drew back, observing the white pony while she squirmed helplessly on the golden sheets and ground her cheek on the crimson pillows, biting down on one in a futile attempt to silence her cries. The sun princess looked up with needy eyes, and pleaded, “Please don’t stop, Luna. You’re right; I… I need this.”

The violet-lidded lady’s eyes narrowed, and another smile, sinister this time spread across her face. Her mighty horn charged with dark magic and shadows drew around Celestia’s mouth and neck. They tightened and made a strong gag, making Celestia give a confused and fearful squeak nearly muted by the darkness. Nightmare Moon then pushed Celestia’s pert bottom up with her hooves, and with the gentlest motion possible, she lightly flicked her tongue over Celestia’s tail hole.

The white princess suddenly went red in the face and uttered a muffled squeal. At this unwanted attention to her rump, she tried to curl in and squirm away, but the black alicorn held her plot firmly in place as she lightly and attentively rimmed the embarrassed mare. While Celestia continued to protest uselessly against this act, Luna was pleasantly doing her duty. She paused for a moment and said sadistically, “Stop whining, Tia. If you don’t want it so badly, then why does your tight, little plothole taste and smell like mint? You wanted one of the guards to do this, didn’t you?”

Celestia immediately avoided Nightmare Moon’s gaze, but her scarlet red blush betrayed her naughty guilt. The black alicorn chuckled in satisfaction as her own lower region tingled from the sight. Her tongue returned to its work, and she could feel the sun princess’ tiny rear entrance quiver and twitch with both excitement and humiliation as she serviced it. As she gave it the loving care, Luna felt a few drops of her own lust run down her leg, and she suddenly became aware of how her own hindquarters were positioned in the air, awaiting their own appeasement.

The thought crossed her mind to force her sister to return the favor, but before she was done with Celestia’s rear a more delicious idea came. She withdrew without warning and looked at the rosebud in front of her. Her vulva was soaking wet now with desire. Seeing this, Nightmare backed up and lowered her head so that her long horn, nearly two feet in length, was prodding at the wet entrance. Without any more than a little noise from Celestia, she thrust her length into the sun goddess’ waiting pussy.

The white pony moaned noisily even through the gag, and the lunar alicorn let out a sigh of utter bliss as her firm shaft penetrated into the tender walls that gripped around her ultra-sensitive horn like a vice. Celestia felt almost as tight as a virgin, so even for all her restraint, Luna almost lost control immediately at the sensation. She thrust forward again aided by Celestia’s wetness, making both of them moan louder as her whole horn completely buried itself in the bound mare’s love canal. A fresh stream of fluids dripped and ran through Nightmare Moon’s flowing mane.

Luna pulled out until just the very tip of her horn remained, and went all the way in again in one strong, passionate push. The effect maddened her with ecstasy, and she plunged her horn in and out of her hole again. Celestia’s marehood pulsated, clamping snugly around her when she pulled out and seeming to welcome it back in again on re-entry. Luna wasn’t able to keep a slow pace for long. She picked up pace to the joy of both mares and soon was wildly slamming in and out of her. The wet noises of the liquid magic of Luna’s horn sliding freely in and out of Celestia’s pussy echoed around the room with their growing moans of overwhelming pleasure. The gag of night had dissipated at some point in the mire, letting the unmitigated cries of the sun princess drive Nightmare Moon on.

It was not long until both mares began to near their climaxes. Each time she plunged in, Luna felt her horn build up the massive load of energy. And when she pulled out, Celestia’s gripping pussy milked a little bit out of her. This warm, liquid magic coated the sun princess’ insides and mixed with her juices. The magic tingled and drove both mares onward with tremendous speed. Yet when Celestia started a continuous, spastic series of moans, Nightmare Moon knew that she was going to cum first. Then through her panting, the dark alicorn said, “Oh, no you don’t.”

Even while furiously thrusting in and out of her sister, her horn lit up with her magical aura and she shot a spell quickly into her. A moment passed without Celestia’s orgasm, and her moans soon turned into whimpers. Luna felt herself approach her own breaking point and as her husky panting became high pitched and girlish, Celestia asked, “AH … Luna, why can’t I …?” she left her sentence hanging as it was quite obvious why she was in distress.

Without answering, Luna finally felt she was about to lose control and hilted herself, slamming her whole length into the wet tunnel and letting out a long scream. Her pulsing illuminated horn suddenly shot a raw burst of hot, electrified magic into the bound pony’s waiting passage. It filled the hole up quickly and then sprayed out on everything around the two. A wave of unbridled ecstasy washed over Nightmare Moon’s upper body and surged around like the stormy sea. Though, on the other hoof, the shocking blast of magic hit Celestia without much warning and drove incredibly close to her orgasm, but as a battering ram slamming into a well barred gate, Nightmare Moon’s spell wouldn’t allow her relief. She immediately panicked, pulling with all her might against her bonds again, and shooting unskilled random shots of magical energy that hit nothing in particular. She groaned loudly in desperate frustration to no avail. “Lu- u- … na please,” she begged with her voice cracking and breaking under the unbearable pressure.

Nightmare Moon, however, was still riding out her orgasm blissfully as the sea of pleasure drained out of her. With her horn still all the way in, her sister’s frantic yanking and struggling only caressed it more firmly and prolonged her glow. When Celestia’s voice grew too loud for comfort, she finally pulled out slowly and looked at the suffering mare. Trapped hopelessly on the very edge of the most satisfying climax of her life, Celestia’s face was stricken with awful signs of torment: her eyes dilated and her mouth wide open in periodic shouts of tantalized fervor.

Slowly, Luna got up and crawled forward to rest her marehood running with lust over Celestia’s face. The moon goddess commanded, “Show me how much you want it.” Knowing full well that obedience was her best choice here, Celestia buried her face immediately in the dark lady’s well-prepared muff. Her muzzle immediately was covered in Nightmare’s sweet nectar as she tried her best to appease her sister. Her tongue easily and immediately pierced the moist entrance and snaked in, feeling sloppily around. Luna gasped immediately at the sudden intrusion, but when Celestia’s agile tongue stroked earnestly along her walls, she sighed in bliss, and her face now finally glowed with a shade of violet blush.

At first, the white alicorn’s efforts were forceful and elicited even more feminine sounds from Luna, but as time wore on by the minute with the volume of her sighs and groans of sex becoming louder, she began to convulse. The fervor of her ministrations was suffering. Night’s lady eventually noticed this, and came out of her stupor enough to see that Celestia was whimpering and a few tears were dripping from her tightly shut eyes. Seeing that the denial of her orgasm was too much for the mare, Luna finally reached forward and used the unbelievably soft fur just above her hooves to stroke Celestia’s horn. For a short moment, the ring of darkness around it disappeared.

The dawn bringer recovered almost as soon as the pleasure came, and she shivered more violently than before as a powerful release immediately built up. After no more than five seconds of rubbing, Luna felt the sensitive bone heat up with a sudden surge of energy. Then with a punctuated sigh, Celestia sprayed a fountain of golden magic that hit the ceiling and quickly evaporated. As she finally came down from the clouds, Nightmare Moon grabbed her head by the mane and thrust her back between her legs. “You aren’t done yet. I know that you still need to cum for real, and you don’t get that until I do.”

The words of the moon regent must have been true, because, having found some relief, the sunny princess went right back to work. Once more, Nightmare Moon felt a flood of bliss begin to well up inside her as the organ, which was somehow incredibly agile and slick while still retaining the power of any muscle, explored and made its way through her. The physical ecstasy swirled around like fluid fire. The flames spread everywhere as though guided by accelerating oil and licked at her, threatening though never succeeding in consuming her from the inside out. Every so often, the white mare withdrew and licked upwards at her vulva spread from the stimulation. Then Luna’s quiet sighs turned into loud cries as her nose bumped against her clit, making the fire on the inside spawn lightning on the outside. Her ears thundered with the beat of her own heart.

As the nigh-unbearability of the day lady’s skilled efforts nearly threw her over the edge, the violet-lidded mare fought to keep her eyes open to stare at the sight behind her. If the physical joy was unbearable, the sight of the white mare eating her out sent her into the final moments of this heavenly act. Celestia’s desperation for true release was very evident as her rear legs still pulled taught the shadows binding them. Between her legs there was now something akin to a small puddle of juices leaking out in lieu of the pond that would if the denied mare had her way. And when she filtered out the sound of blood rushing through her ears, she heard the telltale signs of neediness in the white alicorn’s whimpers while she tried to bring her sister to a speedy climax for her own sake.

This was the sight of the illustrious herald of dawn with the sun itself printed on her very flank. She lay helpless under her captor, serving her like a lowly concubine with the sole mission of attending to her divine mistress. The dreamlike, erotic spectacle proved too much for Luna, and the fire in her loins spread over body like a raging inferno. Yet in these last few moments, before she reached her breaking point, her mind hatched another idea. Quickly, she lifted herself off the sun-mare, and the liquid flames were suddenly quenched.

Using this valuable window when her ultimate peak was slipping away, her horn fashioned another chain of darkness from the ethereal void, and it wound around her sister’s throat. It pulled taught and held her head still against the bed. “Hold still, Tia,” she said with a quivering voice. She turned around and oriented her face towards the dawn princess’ dripping flower. The dark alicorn blew on the blooming azalea gleaming with the droplets of excitement like morning dew. She giggled when she saw it shake under the tantalizing treatment and heard the teased, sharp intake of breath from behind. Looking back again, she angled her sumptuous bottom high in the air over the white alicorn’s horn. Then she took aim and carefully lowered her purple hyacinth flower. The tip of the shaft shot a small jolt into her as it touched her labia, and she jumped. But relishing the shock of the minor touch, she sat down slowly and impaled herself on her sister’s horn.

Nightmare Moon cried out long and loud as the utter force of the pliable shaft speared through her. It was not only that it was almost as lengthy as any stallion’s member, but Celestia also moaned with the force of the royal Canterlot voice. Then she immediately shot another load of magic, filling up Luna’s already wet entrance with the electrified fluid. Luna gripped her sister’s horn without any control over her trembling muscles, and milked out Celestia’s horngasm for all it was worth. This treatment of her horn caused the sun mare, who was still on the verge and in dire need of a vaginal release to let out another shot. This one poured into Luna while the magic from the last one was still fading and squirted out all over her hair and face.

It was only through Nightmare Moon’s unimaginable control over herself that she was able to keep from cumming, but the combined effect still set her at the point of no return. With all her might she held back her floodgates and used her rear hooves to stand herself up and thrust down again over the shaft, which was heavily lubricated now. She rode as hard and long as she could. Yet it was not long before the inevitable moment came when the tidal sea of fire and ice and lightning, all doing battle with one another, threw forth upon her, crashing with the sound of a thunderclap and the massive falls. At that very moment when she let go, the poor pony below her let out a third consecutive blast of concentrated power.

Over all this humungous uproar of sound and sensation, Luna could not hear or even feel herself scream with force that shook the windows. She simply knew that she was drenching her sister with her torrent of femininity emanating forth from her in a lengthy gust of wind. Spots appeared over her vision as she stared into the nothingness of the ceiling while bliss incomprehensible struck at the perfect and long awaited time. For days, it seemed she was flying through the land of the eternal night where there was nothing but unseen, unheard chaotic clashing of all things wonderful. Yet at some point in the space between eternity and the beginning of time, she came back to reality, resting her back on Celestia’s golden bed.

The white mare lay under her with her horn still stuffed into her well-pleased pussy, and she was sobbing unashamed at this point. She looked over and saw her exposed flower, which still had the spell of insufferable torture circling her clitoris. Finding the strength to speak between her sputtering cries of misery, the distraught mare said, “Please Luna, I can’t take this anymore.” Her voice was so quiet and overwhelmed by brokenness. “Please just let me cum.”

The awful sight of the co-vanquisher of Discord and kind, blameless ruler of Equestria begging for mercy awakened something in Nightmare Moon, something deep within her that cried out within her soul, and she knew that she had committed a horrible injustice. In this moment, the heart of Luna swelled up inside of her chest and begged for some kind of way to right this wrong. She stood up and turned around to lie face to face over her sister. For a moment, Nightmare Moon’s body turned white, and it appeared the smaller, gentler form of Luna was coming out.

Yet that moment was on for just a few brief moments. The dominating will of Nightmare Moon abruptly thrust down Luna’s appeal to justice and the violet lidded form of the dark alicorn reappeared. Lifting herself off of Celestia with her voice cold like ice, she answered, “You only get to cum when I say so.” Tendrils of black magic slithered from her purple-lit horn. Two shot out and wrapped tightly around the sun goddess’ thighs, pulling them even further apart. A third black tendril rudely and forcefully pushed and wiggled inside of her marehood.

Celestia gasped at the much unwanted intrusion, and groaned lamentingly. A fluctuation in Nightmare Moon’s energy caused the tendril to move in and out, and then Celestia convulsed, nearly gagging from the unbearable need to release. “Ah! Please, Luna STOP!” she yelled as the magical tendril plunged in and out.

Nightmare Moon leaned in close and lifted her chin up with a hoof, staring into the sun princess’ tear-filled eyes. “If you want to cum,” she said whispering, “repeat after me. Nightmare Moon rules Equestria.”

Celestia gasped, half in agony and half in surprise. “Luna, I can’t—AH!” The tendril picked up speed in fucking her. She started hyperventilating again.

Nightmare Moon continued to stare with a gratified and confident smile. “Nightmare Moon rules Equestria.”

Not a second passed before Celestia could bear no more. “Nightmare Moon rules Equestria!” she exclaimed through broken sobs and tears.

“And from this day forward, I am Nightmare Moon’s slave.”

Satisfied with her work for now, the dark one released her magic on Celestia’s tortured clit. Finally, released of the agonizing magic, the poor pony’s body seized and clenched. A throaty moan rose out of her throat, getting louder and louder as her long awaited release suddenly fell upon her. Celestia closed her eyes and shuddered, and her climax struck her with mind-shattering force. Nightmare Moon had to cover her ears as her sister’s orgasm came in an explosive wave. The white mare squirted out a geyser of juices that poured all over the dark princess, and she writhed on the bed in utter bliss, mitigated by the overwhelming force of the long overdue release. It seemed to last forever, as though she had never came before in her life. After what seemed like an eternity, Celestia’s blissful screams of delight suddenly died. Nightmare Moon glanced down at her sister in confusion and realized that she had fainted from the sheer pleasure of her powerful orgasm. Gazing down upon her new slave’s sleeping form, she savored the fact that she had finally made Celestia, the all-powerful sun goddess...hers.