The Ravaging of Princess Celestia
The blue and silver moonlight shone brightly through the ceiling of glass revealing the million fainter lights in the nocturnal heavens. It fell on the eyes of Princess Luna, who sat upon her royal throne carved from black marble. A familiar but peculiar feeling crossed the notice of the princess of the night, and she glanced casually downward. The magnificent chair’s seat, cushioned by a scarlet feather pillow, was more than damp with her ambrosial juices leaking from below her. A thin smile crossed her face as she realized just how amused she was by the sight near her.
She returned her gaze to the left of her glorified chair; her eyes immediately focused on the luscious scene. A stallion, one of her vampiric guards was bent over, facing opposite her with his chin anchored to the floor. His rear legs were spread as wide as they would go, held with black, magical bindings of pure shadow. Such bonds also braced his hunches ramrod straight, holding his rump high in the air for her viewing pleasure. He’s a fine subject, she mused. So muscular and strong even without all that armor. It’s a shame he has to be such a foal about this.
A dark purple shade of her magic covered his long, unsheathed length. The aura massaged the exposed organ, pulsating and stroking it slowly and rhythmically. Sweat covered the guard’s body, and she knew that tears were freely running down his face. An odd combination of pants, groans and sobs continually burst from his lips. “Please, princess,” he begged, the desperation and anguish in his voice extremely evident. “I can’t take any more of this. It’s been hours!”
Luna didn’t respond but continued to stare with a collected but amused composure. Well, that’s not entirely true, she thought. You’ve only been on the edge for one hour. Luna’s horn channeled a stronger burst of energy into the spell and the river of magic rippling over the teased stallion’s shaft grew fiercer.
He let out a gasp and a stronger shuddering claimed his already violently shivering body. His legs made futile attempts to bend and thrust into the tantalizing sleeve. “Good Luna, I’m so close!” he shouted. His forelegs, once flat against the floor, flailed upward, but reached no closer to his erection even with his fever to relieve himself.
His miserable state fueled Luna’s desire, and her cushion was graced with more of her divine nectar. With each frenzied and mighty jerk at the cords, she felt a tiny, miniscule change in the not at all delicate balance of her spell. Fight all you want, she affirmed. I can do this all night. That he was utterly helpless before her, completely defenseless against her overwhelming power was the greatest bliss for her.
An escalation in the guard’s panting interrupted her musing. It matched a pattern that she had heard at least six times this night, and she smiled, knowing what it meant. Another remote prodding from her horn ramped up the waves of warm, smooth magic flowing over his stallionhood so that she could see the waves. He groaned again and his panting changed into a nearly continuous stream of pained grunts. The crests, once flowing only from the base to the tip, now swirled around like a whirlpool, producing a fresh stream of gasps.
Luna continued her merciless fondling, quickly inventing new ways to bring this to a climax, and he reacted progressively more needful with each method. Soon enough her masterful service appeared all too much for him. The alicorn heard his labored pants finally become hyperventilation. His legs ceased their valiant efforts to bend and went stiff, signaling his acceptance of the coming point of no return. Then when it appeared he would gain the reward she had worked him towards for so long, the magic around his member suddenly dissipated and left it hanging.
“NO!” the pony immediately screamed. “No, princess, please finish me!”
Her voice came lower and sultrier than she remembered. “The night is still young, guard. Why the rush?”
He groaned in frustration again and frantically redoubled his efforts to reach his throbbing muscle before he totally lost yet another orgasm. Her hoof suddenly moved to touch her nethers, but she restrained herself, settling on enjoying the view just a little more. Yet the sight of him immediately post-denial was almost too much to take. I’m not going to deny myself now, am I? she asked. She sat leaking more onto her throne while the guard’s moans echoed through the room.
“Who am I, lunar guard?” she asked calmly.
“Princess Luna … your highness,” he answered with a pause of difficulty.
“And what am I princess of?”
“Please princess,” he begged again. “I need to release.”
She repressed a laugh. Your lack of vulgarity doesn’t bring my favor so easily.
“Answer,” she commanded, her voice maintaining her collectedness.
“The night.”
She smiled wider. “It’s night now though. Would that mean I’m the most powerful princess in the world now?”
“Yes,” he eeked, failing once more to reach out and touch himself.
“Then is it any shame that you should be a lowly slave to me if I am supreme?”
“It’s the highest honor, princess.”
“Do you love being my slave then?”
“Yes,” he said, writhing as much as his restraints would allow.
“Tell me you do.”
He sniffed. “I love being your slave, Princess Luna.”
His words caused her lower region to twitch in delight. The mare moved her forelegs and placed them on the arms of the chair to support herself. Then, lifting her rear legs and pushing them forward, she balanced and then eased herself so that she was resting on her lower back with her vulva well exposed to the front of the room. “Do you want anything more than to serve me?”
“No, your majesty.”
She resisted another urge to pleasure herself. “Is that the truth, guard? You sound like you want to cum now more than anything.” The stallion groaned louder yet and didn’t answer. “I’ll take that as a yes.” The wetness creeping under her caused her to pause momentarily. “If your own comfort is your personal goal, then maybe I’m wasting my time with you.”
“Please princess, I live to serve you.”
“Then show me,” she said slowly. The shadows around the stallion slowly dissipated with a touch of her aura. He remained faithful and turned around without losing control. Luna looked into his red, tear-stricken eyes. “and I will repay your suffering for me in pleasure … ten times over.” She waved her shod hoof over her spread rose petals and beckoned him.
He rose up shakily and obediently came without further protest. Positioning himself in front of her with his rear raised up like before, he brought his lips to her thigh. The effect was immediate. The faint feeling of his cool saliva combined with his warm lips caused a jolt to shoot up her leg. She gasped barely audibly. The stallion worked up to her pulsating flower, leaving a trail of kisses on her inner thighs. Her intakes of breath grew sharper and more shrill with every progressive centimeter closer to her center of desire.
“Not bad, slave,” she understated. “This isn’t the first time you’ve given cunnilingus is it?”
“No, your highness. I have a wife.” Her legs nearly buckled and forced his head into her. This is too much, she thought delightedly.
Just then there was a noise that disrupted her stupor. There were hoofsteps approaching. They came swiftly at first and then halted abruptly. She looked up to see the doors of the throne room open and another guard enter. Two more closed the doors behind him, and he stood waiting.
Suddenly, a very uncomfortable thought crossed Luna’s mind. Have I been here before? she asked herself. For some reason, this very sequence of events seemed too familiar. This guard— he’s certainly not here to enjoy the view, and the Night Court doesn’t convene for another few hours. No, he’s here with some dispatch. Yet even though she couldn’t guess what the news was, she had an aching feeling that she already knew what he had to say.
“Approach me,” she reluctantly called to the new entry. He did with his stomach dragging across the floor in respect. The other stallion’s tongue had started to probe and circumvent her labia now, and as the messenger drew near, she did her best to focus on the heavenly tongue bath.
“Princess,” the herald said when he finally reached her. “Urgent news from the front: Stalliongrad has fallen to our forces.”
An image of a massive city burning in the night flashed across her eyes. The realization of what was happening struck her now. I remember this,she affirmed. In a moment, a devastating sense of guilt overtook her. “How many casualties were there?” she asked him.
His words came without feeling or emotion. “Nine hundred on our side are dead and wounded, but we’ve put the city’s war-aged population of six thousand stallions to the spear as you commanded. Two thirds of the remaining female populace of twenty thousand are to be sold into slavery.”
A wave of nausea hit her as the news came. So many souls perished, and so many more with lives destroyed. It was staggering. How could I have done this? Her stomach churned. What had she become? What drove her to do this? These questions swirled in her head without answers. Her selfishness had brought the horrors of a war upon the world. For what even? When the world was conquered and night ruled, then what? Would the people love the demon that had killed so many for no good reason? … And Celestia, what about her? Did she deserve this?
The naked stallion’s wet tongue penetrated her. It snaked its way in and out, and she cried out softly. It rubbed wonderfully against her walls and swirled around to lap at every surface. Then she remembered. Just as suddenly as her guilt had come, it faded away. Drawing in a deep breath, she asked satisfied, “I guess I’m not living in your shadow anymore, sister, am I? My forces dominate yours, and my own power aches to seize the Everfree Palace.”
As she began to heat up, slowly creeping towards her climax, still a mile away, she envisioned the chaos that had befallen the city in another light. The hundreds of defenseless ponies outnumbered, corralled and trapped before her soldiers; a mare begging a threstral not to ravage her in her husband-less home as he approached with lustful eyes; the prisoners of war being released to chant her name with renewed vigor so that it echoed in the streets; the fires burning away precious valuables and hard earned houses while the families desolately watched.
All the agony that she had suffered under the monarchy of Celestia was now being repaid, and the sweetness of their agony, the bliss of her control over it, and the splendor that her domination would entail drove her to new heights of euphoria as the stallion pleasured her. All of them would eventually become just as obedient as this guard, eating her out even as the pain of betraying his lover punished his mind and the agony of his denied member punished his body.
As his tongue continued its work, she imagined seeing Stalliongrad fall, and this only added more fuel to the flames of her desire. The raging blaze of delight from the guard started to cover her body just as she imagined Stalliongrad being engulfed. She saw the fire spread through the city, devouring everything in its path. The inferno lit up the sky with its rage, and it barreled towards her, wet but scorching. It covered her body with its intensity, burning but not consuming, sweltering but not causing pain. It started in her loins and concentrated there, building up and mounting, threatening to overtake her. The tongue brushed over her clit, and she arched her back, opening her eyes.
The setting sun shined brightly in her eyes through her bedroom window. She shielded herself with a hoof and looked down to find herself in her bed. An almost panicked flash of her horn shut the blinds, allowing her at least to see more clearly. She sighed in relief when a glance around showed that she was in her bedroom, with the enchanted stars on her ceiling beginning to shimmer with the coming night.
Just then the door on her right burst open, and one of her guards rushed in. “Your Majesty, I heard you moaning from outside. Are you al … oh,” the stallion trailed off and looked at his hooves shuffling on the carpet.
Luna was confused for a moment, wondering what was the cause of his reaction. But then as she was finally exiting her drowsy but frightened state, she became aware that her back was aching. Actually, it wasn’t her back. It was her wings. She tried to move them, but they wouldn’t respond. She looked back behind them and saw they were completely erect.
At the same time, she also realized that she was colder than she should have been in her normally warm bed. Yet it didn’t take her long to figure out that her bed was soaked. She moved a hoof under the covers and brushed along the top and bottom of her sheets. They were especially wet around her inner thighs and posterior. Yes, the bed was wet with her own sex juices. She groaned in aggravation.
The guard had looked back up. “Should I just leave, princess?” he asked, already halfway turned to exit.
“No, wait,” said Luna quickly. Now completely awake, Luna felt her loins burning with desire from the dream moments ago. The nightmare had brought her to the edge, but the setting sun had woke her just before she could have her satisfaction. I don’t know if I want to start the night like this, she thought. Maybe I can make use of him.
She looked at the guard. He was tall and muscular even for his breed. His clean and well-kept appearance contrasted well with his burly stature, and she felt her heartbeat quicken slightly at the sight of him. She caught herself there. No, she thought, pushing the images flashing into her head aside. He is not a sex toy. He is a living pony. She said this to herself a few times until she had her mind under control again. Sex was a private and intimate experience, and if she wasn’t going to do it with a lover, it would be calmly inside the wing meant for that, not in her private bedchambers.
“On second thought, yes, royal guard,” she said taking another deep breath. “Thank you for doing thy duty, but We are fine.”
“Yes, your Highness,” he said quietly, and he walked out.
As he did so, Luna noticed that his wings were fully extended now as well. “Oh moon, it’s that time of the year again,” she lamented.
With that, she threw the covers off of herself and gracefully leapt out of her bed. Out of habit, she turned to her left to enter her bathroom, but she stopped before opening the door. “Wait, should I even take a shower now?” she asked.
She knew that was a dangerous road to go down in her present state. She imagined a shower would feel good about now, too good in fact. The last thing she needed was to have that warm water washing over her hypersensitive wings. She knew well from experience that rubbing and caressing them with the slippery, soap would only drive her to more needy lengths as the scent of peppermint wafted gently through the air.
She wouldn’t be able to bear the arousing, fluid-like feel of her magic washing her shaking body as the cool aura and the warm water intermixed indescribably, giving her goose bumps that disappeared just as suddenly as they came. She stood on her rear hooves as her back leaned on the shower wall with her flared wings pressed with a naughtily pleasing discomfort out to the sides. The powerful stream from the showerhead tantalized her ultra-soft underside, drumming down on her stomach and dripping in a current to her begging lower region. With the pressure driving forth her desire, a stray hoof would trail down to her nethers—
Stop! Luna caught herself as her hoof had actually started massaging her thigh somewhere in the course of her daydream. Quickly, she bent around. Her horn charged a bolt of magic and fired a spell at her rear. In the blink of an eye, she was clean of any byproducts of her mishap moments ago. She would still need to bathe before attending court, but that could wait.
She stepped through the threshold of her room, having to blink away the annoyingly bright light in the staircase leading to the smaller dining room. She had always remembered it was pleasantly dim from the few torches below burning with vivid lavender flames, but then she was persuaded to light it up to make it more inviting for visitors making the eerie trip to her cloistered throne room. Now the torches blazed with a vibrant emerald.
Exiting the lunar wing from her tower entrance, she made her way briskly down a hallway with many windows that overlooked the Canterlot below, offering a stunning view of the city with the lurid color of day’s end painting all the streets and buildings. She passed by a few guards and servants, each of which respectively greeted her with a stone face or scurried by, trying and failing miserably to go unnoticed by the authoritative night regent. The last left door at the end of the hall opened to a dining room, not the massive and gilded royal dining room for display and guests but a small one for two, where she spent her mornings more peacefully.
At the opposite end of the table in the center of the cozy room sat a lofty white alicorn, partaking in a meal of Prench toast and eggs laid out for her. The size of the beautiful creature with respect to the tiny room might have first seemed imposing, particularly with the image of the almighty sun creeping around her flank. Yet instead of the sun’s searing heat blazing terribly upon those who entered, the expression upon princess Celestia’s face was calm and motherly. There was a visage of lasting peace that rested in her contented countenance, and as Luna approached to sit down, she smiled warmly and greeted her. “Good evening, Lulu.” Her voice came as gently as a summer’s breeze.
Luna took a seat, saying less melodiously, “Good evening, Tia.” On her own side of the table there was an empty bowl and a box of her favorite sugary cereal, Derpy-O’s. She opened the box and filled the bowl to the brim.
“How did you sleep?” the sun princess asked.
Luna was about to answer while pouring a glass bottle of milk into her cereal, but then she noticed a curious note in her sister’s voice. There was a touch of sunny amusement in it that she was becoming re-accustomed to. The blue alicorn raised her head and saw the day’s mistress was covering her mouth with the tip of her hoof, suppressing a light giggle. Luna raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what was funny, and then she deadpanned. Her wings were still very stiff, and somehow she had forgotten. “Well, until moments ago,” she answered in bothersome annoyance.
The elder alicorn immediately saw that Luna had realized and did her very best to compose herself, which she swiftly succeeded in. Though she apparently decided it would lighten the stormy Luna’s spirits if she tested the waters. “So what was he like?” she asked as kindly as she could.
“Wrrt?” Luna asked in surprise, midway into a bite of cereal.
Celestia chuckled sweetly. “The one in your dream, Luna; I wasn’t born yesterday, and I know your wings aren’t extended like that for nothing.”
Luna felt her face heat up, and she glared in embarrassment. Her vibrant sister always had a playful side that she had to put up with. Swallowing, she replied stately, “It was not that kind of dream, sister.” She meant it wasn’t a romantic one, the kind that the familiar princess was thinking of.
“Come on, Lulu. You can tell me.”
“I—” she started, about to deny more, but then she thought about the real substance of the dream. How true is that Tia? she asked silently. The Nightmare Moon incident had been over for a year now, and afterwards they had a good, long and extremely emotional talk. It had been good to cry softly and then unrestrainedly into Celestia’s warm chest while the taller alicorn nuzzled her, shedding soft tears herself, but that moment for reconciliation had passed and was long gone. Bringing up those dark memories would only resurface pain, so she did her best not to recall them.
She wasn’t sure if bringing up that sort of dream, with those awful desires and memories was something that she could do. “I’m sorry, Tia, I just don’t want to talk about it,” she said quietly.
Celestia said nothing for a moment, clearly respecting her sister’s forbearance. Yet she did say, “All right. Well, in any case, it looks like that special time of the year came early for both of us.”
“Wait. You mean that you’re…”
The white princess nodded and smiled slyly.
“Then how are your…”
“They go down with a cold shower,” the white pony said simply. Then with that playfully accusing tone that she used, she continued, “Speaking of which, I think it’s about time you tried one of those. The water expenses on the castle have been far up these last few months.”
The blue pony stuck up her chin and sniffed. “Well, ‘tis not Our fault they can make bathing feel so good so effortlessly now. In the old days we had to do it by magic. You had to constantly monitor the temperature.”
“Luna, your magic is so strong, you can do that without even thinking about it.”
“Hmph, perhaps so, but it is still less labor.” Then to change the subject and cover her flank, she asked, “How was your day?”
Celestia placed down the fork that held a bite of Prench toast and sighed. “It was … unpleasant, Luna.”
“Hm? How so?”
Celestia seemed reluctant to answer but did so anyway. “I had to oversee public punishments today. You know how I detest that.”
A series of images flashed through her mind: a mare tied to a bench before a crowd, her bottom sticking out, awaiting the paddle that would soon warm it; the faces of the crowd, some eager because of the bloodthirsty tendencies of sinful nature, others averting their eyes, unable to watch the scene about to unfold; another stallion retrained with cords twice as thick, the look of soullessness as his mind accepted the reality of his predicament.
Celestia’s voice snapped her out of it. “We’ve been getting less and less of these as the years go by, but there’s always still that group of troublemakers who won’t give me a choice when I want to show them mercy.”
“’Tis an unfortunate fact of this world, Tia. There will always be that rebellious generation that needs a fair dose of discipline.”
The sun princess looked sad at this. Her voice came again, wishful but compassionate. “But I just wish it didn’t have to be that kind of discipline, Luna. It’s never just the pain. They have to live with that reputation for years. Employers are required to ask about a criminal history now.”
The blue alicorn furrowed her brow. “Sister, I know full well the consequences of misbehaving in our kingdom, but I was under the impression that you had accepted this long ago. What happened to that talk we had?”
“Times are changing. Things aren’t nearly as bad as they were after we overthrew Discord, but it’s like society is growing colder again.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Luna asked sincerely. “The Elements of Harmony have returned after all these years, and Discord himself has been reformed. How could things become any warmer?”
“On the outside it seems that way, Luna, but from the inside it doesn’t look so good. People are less loyal now; they don’t know what it means to stand up for each other. The rich don’t play or deal with the poor like they used to, and the nobles won’t share a drink with non-royalty. They’ve become stingy; they seek their own happiness three times before others once. They lie, cheat and steal if it means they can get away with it. They don’t help those in trouble if it means going out of their way. And worst of all, they don’t work together like they used to. Everypony thinks they can get through life on their own without any help.”
Luna listened to Celestia’s lament and understood, but she still asked, “But why bring this up now? What does this have to do with a few teenagers who can’t respect the law?”
“The public spankings in Canterlot have been around for over a thousand years.”
“And rightly they should be,” Luna interjected.
Celestia continued. “But in all my time, every time this happens, every pony who is punished is afterwards always comforted by friends or family or even total strangers who just care for them. But today there was a colt that was punished. He couldn’t have been any more than eighteen. The others before him all yelled or at least cried out when the paddle landed.”
She had to take a moment before going on. “But he didn’t make a sound through the entire ordeal, and when they let him go, he just lay on the platform like he was dead. No one came to comfort him.”
Celestia’s words were filled with grief, but while she spoke, Luna’s mind was elsewhere, and she saw the scene from another viewpoint. She imagined the stallion being stung by the torture again and again, taking it quietly without a word, totally resigned to his situation. The thought of his utter humiliation made her lower folds jolt suddenly, and that heat from earlier returned. She imagined his agony as those thoughts of rejection by society engulfed his mind, so he could only submit powerlessly to it. She even imagined herself as the one swinging the device of his degradation and her breathing quickened. He was offered to her like a sacrifice to her right to dominate. An unnoticed hoof again slipped behind the tablecloth and out of sight.
“So I had to go to him myself,” Celestia said.
Once more, Luna plummeted back into reality, taken aback. It was not lawful for a princess to give condolence to an offender. “Sister, you know that isn’t allowed.”
A tiny little tear traced down the elder princess’ face. “I know, Luna. It was against the law, but I just know it wasn’t right to leave him there like that. As princesses, we don’t punish people only to serve justice. It may have been like that in the wake of Discord’s tyranny when people were hopelessly evil, but this was practically a colt we’re talking about. A pony like that doesn’t deserve to be mortified that way and then bear that on their shoulders alone. He has to know that there are people in this world who love him, or he’s going to grow up just as hateful and mistrustful as the ones who had to survive the former reign.”
Luna had left her hoof on her thigh, and then a touch of shame hit her as the weight of Celestia’s compassion became clear. Was she really about to masturbate over a pony’s life being destroyed? She wasn’t like that anymore, but the thoughts still came to her so surreptitiously. Her spirit told her that it was wrong, but habit and her body told her that it was still a part of her, and she knew why too. It was because she didn’t feel loved once, and she loved company in her misery. But that time was over now. She was redeemed, and all of Equestria knew it. There was still some uneasiness whenever she was around her, but she could always feel a tremendous love coming from her sister for her.
A familiar twinge in her soul interrupted her convicted musing. She looked up and saw that Celestia had felt it too unsurprisingly. The sun princess suddenly regained her composure and her voice came again in her pleasant voice. “I think it’s time for you to raise the moon, and I need to be getting to bed.”
Luna managed to reply, “I think so too.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, Lulu,” the day princess said, rising.
“Until tomorrow Tia,” Luna said quietly.
The serene ruler made her way around the table and stopped to kiss Luna on the cheek as she passed by. There was the soft sound of magic opening the door behind her, and Luna was left to herself again.
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Luna sat up on the balcony of the Tower of the Moon, the highest and most secluded point in all of Equestria. It was twilight, just after dusk and all the world was covered in darkness, with just a few of the sun’s last rays peeking over the western horizon. The face of the princess of the night was stoically calm, pensive as her mind meditated in preparation to perform this most sacred task.
To carry it out was as much a mystical pleasure as it was a crucial duty, but even for the princess of the night itself, it was never a simple charge. Her body lay motionless on the bounded earth, but her spirit floated freely through the infinite blackness of space. It gazed without eyes upon the great mass of the moon, seeking to take hold of it somehow. Each time her magic touched this affine body, when the sun set and shrouded her light away, there was always the sense of comforting familiarity, but there were also the darker remnants of a history long gone, preserved in the legacy of the sky’s lesser light.
As the sun finally hid her glory in its totality, the dark lady grasped the world’s last source of light in this black hour, and took hold of the rope of formless energy that connected them. Yet something seemed very unusual about this particular time; the feeling was both familiar and unfamiliar. A disturbance in the chain evinced itself. It was a power that seemed foreign, though also like it was a part of her.
Ignoring this and accepting the mystery without question, she pulled the light-giving body towards the eastern horizon where the world ended. Still, as she firmly and steadily forced the moon into the sky, the feeling of mystery and even foreboding grew. She could not let her will falter, however, and she evaded the implications, resolving to focus on her objective just as unafraid as she had been countless times before.
Only, despite her well-practiced concentration, for some reason, dark thoughts invaded her mind, creeping in at first and then proliferating. They were thoughts of sex and moaning, begging ponies groveling at her hooves. She ignored them patiently as well, trusting that they would dissipate like all the other distractions and worries that sought to thwart this accomplishment. But instead of fading away like normal thoughts, they became more vivid until she nearly saw them with her closed eyes. She halted her progress at this and focused her attention on a white cross that she conjured in her imagination, a useful technique that she had picked up from studying more esoteric magic.
Don’t you dare block me out like that.
The voice came so suddenly that Luna almost lost control and let the moon drop back into the abyss. She knew that voice. It was one that had penetrated her thoughts and burned itself into the most secluded confines of her soul. A sudden urge to run from this high place and shelter herself in the deepest dungeon of the castle rushed through her, but she suppressed it quickly. Calmly she consolidated and replied. It is my mind alone. You have no power here.
She felt a chilling, purple aura intermingle with her blue one. It grasped the chain with a strength equal to if not greater than hers. These thoughts you’re having tell me something else. We wouldn’t be having this conversation otherwise, the voice returned.
“The Elements destroyed you,” she shot back aloud.
Don’t get so full of yourself. I’m not at all like you. You knew that I would come back.
“You are still powerless on this plane!” she shouted with some force, but instead of a verbal response, she received something else entirely. The purple aura moved up the chain and touched her spirit, causing more sadistic and sultry phantasms to assault her mind. She fought back, concentrating as hard as she could on the white cross and pushing with all her mental force back at the energy.
In response, this power surged forth with a level of understanding of magic beyond mastery. The frigid, constricting essence seeped through the unsealed cracks in her mental barrier and continued to wrap around her, calling forth more lewd visions. Give up, the voice commanded. You’re fighting yourself, not me.
“I am not like that anymore,” Luna said forcefully even as she was being overwhelmed. It was too difficult to hold up the heavy moon and fight at the same time. She redoubled her efforts in defiance, striking out at the aura, but the assaults came from everywhere, and she couldn’t stop all of them at once.
She gasped as she now physically felt the cold creeping up from her hooves and travelling upward. It seeped skyward against gravity, making her legs tremble. She shook with the physical feeling as it willingly travelled up her thighs towards its target, even as the otherworldly presence pressed in on her mind with dominating strength. Don’t worry, Luna. the voice came. It’s going to be a lovely night.
Just as she heard this, the frost shot up and assaulted her nethers. The freezing ice caused her to jump and shriek in surprise. Try as she might to stop it, she immediately lost her grip on the moon and felt that of the dark presence replace it. The weight around her suddenly became tons upon tons and it threatened to crush her spirit completely. Her ears picked up the sound of false screams and unreal moans with resounding volume. The aura and the cold overtook her entire body until it burned awfully, and she screamed in pain and horror.
Then all was quiet and Luna was gone. In her place stood a dark and black creature of terrible and towering height. Her lithe, flexible body and lanky limbs moved forward fluidly with grace when the creature willed them, and her sumptuous, firm flank bore the illustrious mark of the night. The stars shone brightly in her flowing ethereal mane and tail of brilliant Persian blue, filled with the obscuring dust of the void. Broad, mighty wings and a horn of striking length struck out from her large and daunting body. Closed eyelids were painted a matching, deep, enticing purple complemented by her long, feminine lashes. They opened, and her eyes glowed with an artic blue, enhanced by the black slits that formed her pupils. A face carved out of the most adamantine steel and covered with black diamond and soot bore a countenance of limitless knowledge and a visage heralding the most unchallenged authority.
Nightmare Moon had made her awesome reentry into the plane of mortals, and her mind brimmed full of lust and dark desire.
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.
