Prologue or The Day I Kinda Sorta Died.

"What art thou doing to my sister?" It was surprisingly quite, the way she said it. Almost a whisper from one lover to another. Well, if that one lover was about to rip a new hole in the other. I think they actually do that in some places. But I am getting off topic.

"P..Pr...Princess Luna!" I spun around, my hooves slipping on the wet marble floor. My soft blue magic almost dropping the whip. My mask flew away from me and landed in the fireplace. And it burned, heating up the pokers. "I..I can explain. It's not what it looks like...."

Actually it was exactly what it looked like. I was standing over Princess Celestia, holding a whip in my magic, a cat o'nines to be specific. She was collard and chained to the floor. Blood, Sweat, Tears, and other bodily fluids stained, my hooves, her hooves, my face, her legs, chest, face, back. Oh, her back was de~light~ful. A lovely landscape of red rivers, purple plains and black burnt wastelands. Oh and did I mention Princess Celestia had her muzzle tied shut? Or that she was moaning? No? Well she was, and rather loudly too.

"Okay, maybe it is exactly what it looks like. But I swear on my life, its not what you think it is." Stumbling away from Luna, I quickly removed Celestia's collar and gag. "I, honest as Applejack, did nothing against he-"

"Shut Thine Mouth."

There it was again, the whisper. It deepened and grew darker without even gaining a decible of volume. In fact, the whole room was growing darker. And Colder. And was it me or was Princess Luna getting bigger?

"We shall burn you in our moonlight and ensure thy silver tongue shall never harm another innocent maid."

Don't let anypony tell you that Princess Luna and Nightmare Moon are different ponies and that Nightmare Moon is dead. Cause that is the last thing I ever saw as a pony. The long black form. The dragon like wings. Those turquoise eyes that seem to suck your very soul into their depths. The long white fangs highlighted by a long forked blood red tongue. And that lovely starry prehensile mane, the one that wrapping around me. OH...

"Fuck."

They covered my eyes and a swear plunged into me, consuming me from the inside out. I would say it was disturbing, unnerving, gross, but in all honesty, I found it erotic. My lips down below grew thick, wet and heavy as my body was violated in the most personal and primal of ways. The tentacles of pure dark were wrapping around my chest, legs, arms, neck. They were digging into every hole I had. Mouth. Anus. Pussy. Ears. Nose. Every Single. Pore.

I was covered. I was violated. I was consumed.

I was about to cum.

"May you're night be dark, endless, and forever." Luna growled. Or was it whispered?

Either way, the darkness turned to pure moonlight in a moment. Everything burned. Everything froze. Hotter than dragons flame. Cold like a wendigo's breath. The white so pure, so clean. Every dark shadow in my soul thrown into dark relief. I dissolved, broken into little bitty pieces that grew ever smaller.

And all I heard was screaming. It was loud and broken and desperate.

The screaming was mine.

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"Ugh, talk about a weird dream." I stumbled out of bed. "I mean. Me? A pony? And fucking Princess Celestia no less? That's it, no more MLP marathons before bed."

My feet institutively walked me out of my smallish bedroom, over the soft carpet of my hallway and into the ice cold hardwood floor of my bathroom. My body was long and lithe from walking all over London town every day, blessed with curves that would make even a supermodel jelly. But right now, I was so tired and sore, I felt like a lumpy sack of potatoes.

My hand flopped against the wall. The sound was wet, like a fish right before it dies on a dock. But after a moment or two, I flipped the switch and stood there, blinking like a dumb thing as the light turned on and my eyes focused.

My eyes met the reflection's.

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I threw back my head and screamed, pain rippling along my body as in those few moment of clarity I could feel them. My entire body was covered in burns of varying degrees. From light red marks across my breast and belly to black level three burns on my arms and shoulders to the awful ugly burns on my face. Parts of my face and forehead had been burned to the white bone under. My hand were weeping puss and blood in equal measure while the remains of my nose jutted out. A white mast of a sunken ship, Stuck forever in the red sea.

Guess it wasn't a dream after all.

Thankfully the cool comfort of a wood floor was there to comfort me as I fell.