A Not-So Nightmarish Night

The moonlight shone down upon the field, illuminating the beautiful and grassy land with a subtle glow that spread as far as the eye could see, even stretching past the distant but visible mountains that neatly sat on the horizon. A thin fog lightly hung in the air, blanketing the perimeter with a faint tinge of transparent grey.

A large oak tree sat situated perfectly in the center of the wide-open area, its age evident from its very worn-out countenance. The large, tendril-like branches jutted out far and wide haphazardly, creating twisted and mangled shapes in the dark shadows it cast. A lone stallion sat underneath the thick branches, his body resting against the rough trunk of the tree in a sloppy manner.

Solis sighed softly, sleepily rubbing his eyes as he awoke from a deep, comfortable slumber. The drowsiness that followed just waking lingered deeply in his body, and he prudently stretched his back in an attempt to get rid of it. With a deep breath of moist summer air, he pulled himself up to his feet and unfurled his wings, gingerly stretching them in a long, drawn-out groan of satisfaction.

Once a lowly Solar Guard under Princess Celestia's powerful rule, Solis found himself stripped of his rank once the Nightmare Rebellion began.

Princess Luna had risen up against her sister with the intent to personally rule over Equestria and make the night eternal, taking on a new moniker in the process: the vengeful and evil Nightmare Moon. Wars and battles broke out between the Solar and Lunar guards all over Equestria, who fought under Princess Celestia and Nightmare Moon respectively, resulting in many lives lost, homes destroyed, and centuries of peace shattered.

During the initial uprising, Nightmare Moon's forces had compromised the castle's defenses and managed to capture many Solar Guards who were unfortunate enough to be on watch that night. Their fates were ultimately decided by the dark mare herself, who either sent them off to unwillingly fight against those who were once their close allies, or to be labor workers who would perform lackluster, colorless, and arduous chores each waking night; preparing meals for the dark Guards, crafting armor and weapons, and even building living quarters.

Solis had been on duty that night, and was among the Guards captured. His position, however, was now very different from the others.

A whole night spent fighting can build up a hefty amount of tension and stress in a mare's body, and Nightmare Moon was no different in that category. Out of the several of Celestia's forces captured, Solis had been randomly selected by the mare of darkness for a 'special' duty, in which he would be obliged to regularly tend to her desires when she would call upon him.

Solis had generally been resistant toward doing such acts with her, and attempted escape several times; he would exit through the window, bolt out the door, and, on one occasion, hide, tricking Nightmare and her guards into thinking he was already gone. However, the dark mare would always think one step ahead and have her forces prepared to capture Solis soon after, if not immediately. Solis, seeing no point in fighting it anymore, finally gave in and accepted his fate, dreading what was to come. After the first few sessions, however, the former-Guard had grown very fond of the encounters, and would look forward to each time the mare called upon him.

Now, after a long and pleasant nap in the field, Solis was awake and had an uncertain length of free time to do as he pleased. Taking an observant glance at the environment around him, the young former-Guard began the short walk toward a pond nearby, which was a spot he liked to sit and think by.

As soon as he arrived, Solis kneeled down in front of the pond's edge and looked into the water. His short, blonde mane was messy and unkempt and his shimmering-white coat looked like it could use some decent grooming. His shirt was off as a result of the summer heat, showing off his averagely-muscular figure. He didn't take much care in keeping his appearance tidy anymore. There wasn't much point. Nightmare Moon only needed him for his physical services, and looks had nothing to do with it.

He cupped his hands together, slowly reached down into the water, and splashed it back up into his face. The cool moisture sent chills up his spine and fully pulled him from the lagging, sleepy drowsiness that had previously possessed his body.

The gentle singing of countless crickets filled the air, mixing with the reverberating croaks of the bullfrogs that hopped on the lilypads. Micro-sized bugs swam in quick, vigorous movements far out into the pond, creating tiny, circular ripples that spread a few inches before blending in with the movement of the rest of the pond.

Solis just stared, watching the wildlife do what it always did night after night. Such a simple life these animals had, he thought. His gaze dropped down to his distorted reflection in the water, the perception of it warped by tiny dancing ripples.

Two dark figures appeared on either side of Solis' reflection, making him instantly turn his head. There behind him stood two tall, muscular Guards, those of which naturally fought for Nightmare Moon. They cast a burning glare at Solis, an intimidating air radiating off of their being.

"Her Majesty calls upon you," one of the two grunted in a deep, gruff voice, spears in their muscular arms glinting in the moonlight, which shone off of it in a quicksilver glare.

Solis nodded shortly. "There isn't a need to be so formal, you know. I'm not one of the ponies you have to kiss up to to get paid," he responded coolly, looking directly into the eyes of the Guard.

"We live to serve Princess Nightmare Moon and the Lunar Forces," the muscular stallion grunted.

"And you're doing it without a desire to get paid. Right." Solis remarked with a roll of his eyes. "I know you guys are dumb, but I don't think you're quite such big lugheads."

"If it were not for Her Majesty's wishes regarding your current position, we would see to it that you be disposed of," the Guard growled, a venomous undertone detectable under his words as he glared down at Solis, who returned with a sly grin.

"I doubt that. She brought all of us here for a reason, and I don't think that she'd condone you killing me just because you find me irritating." Solis retorted, inciting an irritated grunt from the intimidating figure in front of him.

"Her Majesty does not wish to wait," he ordered shortly, gesturing for Solis to get up.

"Then we'd better not keep her waiting, huh?" Solis shrugged dismissively.

The Guard suddenly leaned forward, grabbed Solis around his arm and aggressively yanked him up to his feet. "Now!" he bellowed heatedly, roughly shoving the stallion forward.

Solis chuckled softly, looking back at the fuming Guard. "Easy, easy, I'm going!" He waved a dismissive hand and started off in the direction of Nightmare Moon's personal living space, the two broad stallions following suit close behind.

The walk to Nightmare Moon's living area was within a short distance of the pond Solis liked to sit by, decreasing the dark Princess' wait when she demanded his services. It could be faintly seen in the distance, the light fog nearly concealing what looked to be a small complex or a generously-large house. The structure was located in between a grove of dead trees much like the oak Solis earlier slept under, which radiated a shuddersome vibe that sent ominous and anxious chills up the spines of those who approached. The cause was mainly because of the notion that Nightmare Moon herself lived there.

The dark abode slid into better focus as the trio finally reached its front area. It stood tall and proud in comparison to them, looking well-kept and very intimidating. Two windows from high above glowed with a faint-blue light, like eyes menacingly staring down.

Solis glanced back at the Guards, who returned his gaze with a stony glare, before he stepped up to the large double-doors. The large, black-gilded aperture sat embossed with a shiny, metallic crescent-moon insignia. The hinges creaked against the frame rustily as Solis pushed them open.

The young stallion was met with little-visibility as he stepped inside and closed the doors behind him. A faint click sounded lightly behind him as the Guards locked him in from the outside, leaving him to dead-silence and little ability to see.

Though he could only faintly discern the environment around him visually, Solis had the layout of Nightmare Moon's home etched into his memory from so many instances of coming here. He cautiously started for the stairs, being wary of the steps and taking care not to trip.

Once he had fully ascended the dark staircase, Solis' eyes met a faint, rectangular-shaped outline of blue light from the cracks of a door. He slowly approached and knocked on the door three consecutive times.

In response, the door creaked open of its own accord, flooding Solis and the hall behind him in a pale-blue, but luminous light. He idly wondered where his Mistress was and why she wasn't there to greet him.

The young stallion took a few steps forward into the room, which was very large compared to the rest of the mini-mansion and stood out in size, very obviously towering over every other room.

The walls, painted a dark-purple, were lined with luminous white studs that formed accurate representations of the constellations in the night sky and cast the pale-blue glow, which soothingly illuminated the entire area. A small pond comprised the right side of the room, dark and wet stone making up the borders and floor of it and a small waterfall running endlessly, the gentle sound of moving water audible. Straight up ahead, the entire far wall was comprised of multiple window panes, with a large, alluring bed seated right in front. The moonlight shone in from the windows, covering the dark fabric on the bed in a pale, ghostly light.

A smile stretched onto Solis' face as he idly examined the good-looking bedroom. Despite being an evil tyrant with the intent to take Equestria by force and make the night last forever, Nightmare Moon did have good taste in decoration, he thought.

"Finally, you have arrived."

Solis jumped as the voice sounded from behind him, and he turned sharply toward the source. There stood the reason for being in the room in the first place, and possibly the reason he was still alive.

Nightmare Moon, a hand on her hip, smirked charmingly at Solis. However, unlike the signature formidable armor she donned in battle and in which all of her Guards saw her wearing, she now sported a tight pair of black lingerie undergarments, the borders of the fabric squeezing her body in all the right places and showing off her extremely curvacious and voluptuous figure, as well as her shiny and well-groomed dark-cerulean coat. The brassier barely held in the dark mare's prominent breasts, which looked to be teetering on the brink of popping out for Solis to see. Her persian-blue mane, no longer contained by the helmet, flowed freely and of its own accord, tiny pinpricks of light sparkling and twinkling all along its astral length. Her bangs sat in a slight curl on her forehead, granting a full view of her face and alluring, twinkling blue eyes.

Solis gazed upon the practically-naked mare in front of him, fighting back against the urge to let his wings unfurl and jut out stiffly. He cleared his throat audibly and gave a gauche bow.

Nightmare Moon gracefully strode into the room, her slender legs carrying her tall form past Solis mid-bow without another word.

Solis stayed in the same kneeled position for a moment, before quickly straightening up and turning to follow Nightmare's movements. His eyes drifted down to her buttocks, watching either curvy cheek pleasantly moving up and down with each step. The young stallion licked his lips eagerly, but didn't dare move until he was told.

The cerulean mare shambled over to the side of her bed and kneeled down, reaching for something underneath. The sound of clinking glass was heard, before she straightened up a moment later, a dark bottle filled with an amber-colored liquid in one feminine hand and an empty glass in the other.

With a fizz of magic, the cap of the bottle popped off and landed neatly on the small nightstand next to the bed. A quarter of the dark liquid seeped into the glass with a ginger tilt of the bottle. Nightmare sloshed its contents around for a moment, before gently setting the bottle down and sliding onto the bed.

She laid back against the lush pillows and crossed her legs, wordlessly eying Solis over with her alluring blue eyes as she took a sip from her glass.

Solis stood completely still, having previously learned the hard way not to do anything that's not been ordered. His arms stayed splayed at his side as he looked Nightmare directly in her eyes, trying not to focus on her jaw-dropping body quite yet.

Nightmare took another small sip from her glass. Her horn glowed with a cobalt aura, whirring and sparkling with the pure essence of magic. A chair, enveloped in the same shining aura, slid toward Solis.

"Sit," she ordered simply.

Solis did as he was told and took his seat in the comfortably-padded chair, laying his arms on the arm-rests.

"Tonight has been very taxing, Solis." Nightmare began. "Celestia is starting to use significantly more force in the war, and we were greatly unprepared for the tactic she used."

"What did she do, Your Highness?" Solis inquired uncertainly.

"You will request permission to speak." Nightmare said firmly, staring Solis in the eyes.

Solis tensed slightly and nodded quickly, saying nothing.

Nightmare took another sip of the amber-liquid, slowly draining it down to the bottom. She gave the glass a small tilt, swishing its contents around idly. "Ambush. As soon as our squad entered the area in which tonight's battle took place, they attacked from all around, having somehow hid themselves from us as we made our way over." She stared down into her drink thoughtfully, an astute expression on her radiant face. "It was something we should have been prepared for, naturally, but it was very unlike Celestia. She had never used such a tactic before, finding it dishonorable and unsporting, and now was an odd time to do so."

"As a result of being greatly under-prepared and taken aback by the ambush, nearly all of the group I fought with was killed. Several of them lost their lives because of panic, and understandably so. Not only was the sudden attack unexpected, but the numbers of the opposing force were much larger than that of ours." She sighed heavily, visibly unsettled. "We were greatly outmatched."

Solis opened his mouth to contribute his thoughts on the matter, but quickly closed it upon remembering what he was supposed to do. He was to please the Princess when she needed it, not converse, unless he was granted stern permission.

"Another observation that concerns me is that Celestia does not seem as determined on following her no-killing rule as she used to be," sighed Nightmare, laying her head back against the pillows. "Before, she would send strict orders to her Guards to stun and incapacitate only. Now, it's as though she has dismissively allowed them to do as they please. Her fighters did not hesitate to strike fatally, both with magic and with their weapons."

Solis opened his mouth again, but closed it hopelessly, remaining completely silent and listening to Nightmare's every word.

"For the first time since this war has started, I've had to flee with what remained of my squad." Nightmare sighed with exasperation, draining the rest of the liquid from her glass and setting it down on the nightstand.

"Maybe she's getting desperate."

The words escaped Solis' mouth before he could hinder them. He tensed up, biting his bottom lip upon realizing the mistake he made. Nervously bracing himself, the young stallion waited for the scolding to start, but none came.

Nightmare Moon simply surveyed him with her eyes, an expression of curiosity plastered on her face.

"Elaborate," she ordered seriously, watching Solis with great interest.

Solis breathed a silent sigh of relief and cleared his throat. "Well, Your Highness, this war has been stretching on for almost a whole year now," he began, his voice hesitant. "Your control over the night gives you an advantage, and your fighting tactics are aggressive and unrelenting. Maybe she's taken note of this and is desperate to gain higher ground, figuratively speaking."

Nightmare Moon nodded understandingly. "Possible, but I know Celestia. She is determined, but too pure of heart to enact such dispiriting strategies without proper justification."

Solis put a hand up to his chin thoughtfully. "What if she's trying to lower your numbers so that you'll have a harder time fighting her?"

"Again: she is too pure of heart. It is preposterous. She would never bring herself down to that level." Nightmare answered dismissively. "Besides, that is the strategy I have been using, and it has been quite effective."

"I see." Solis nodded. "I never spoke much with Celestia herself, so I can't give my opinion on the matter. The most interaction I've had with her was when..." he stopped shortly, knowing what the result of mentioning the past would be; the dark princess filled with anger and resentment at even the slightest acknowledgement of the fact that her and Celestia are siblings and once ruled together.

He cleared his throat, his gaze awkwardly falling down to his lap. "I-I've never had much interaction with her in general, I mean to say. Of course I don't know her as well as you do."

Nightmare, with a despondent sigh, rubbed at her temples with her fingers, eyes closed. "I'll need to inform all of my troops of the enemy's tactical-change and warn them to be weary and mindful while in combat, and possibly have them put in extra training time."

The dark mare ran her fingers through her astral mane, face momentarily disappearing from view as the flowing locks floated in front of her muzzle. As she moved it away, what was once an expression of concern and uneasiness was now one of visibly-amorous desire.

"I shall tend to that later," she hummed. "But for now, I must release the night's tension." She half-smiled, a mischievous light twinkling in her blue eyes.

Solis smiled slightly, waiting for the sensual mare's signal. She simply sat there, staring back at Solis with a vacant, yet somehow-alluring gaze. She splayed her arms out at her sides, sticking her chest out. Her covered breasts bulged out, squished slightly by the tightness of the black bra.

"Well?" Nightmare purred expectantly. "What shall you do to please me?"

Solis took a moment to respond, unaware that she had expected him to make the first move. He sat up slightly, allowing himself a glance down at her practically-naked body. "A-Anything you would like me to do, Your Majesty." He answered awkwardly, his heart beating faster.

"Anything, hm?" Nightmare copied, licking her lips. "Is that so?"

Solis nodded quickly. "Yes, anything you can think of, I'll do it to please you."

"Hmm... what shall I have you do, then?" Nightmare said with a tone of feigned-thoughtfulness, putting a finger up to her chin. "I sense that you're just as, if not more eager than I am to get started. Am I right, Solis?"

"You are correct, Your Highness," answered Solis with a forced-monotonous voice, feeling his heart-rate quicken further.

"Then what would you prefer we do?" Nightmare simpered, her half-smile still etched onto her features.

Solis tilted his head slightly, surprised. "I... whatever you'd like, Your Highness." He stared at Nightmare, wondering what she had in mind.

The dark mare gave a small laugh from her throat. "Then what would you prefer we do, Solis?" she repeated.

"You're letting me decide?"

"Would you like to tear my off my underclothes, bend me over the bed, and take me from behind?" Nightmare inquired with a silky voice, ignoring Solis' question.

The young stallion bit his lip, feeling his cheeks heat up, a certain area in his pants throb, and his wings twitch. His grip on the arms of the chair increased lightly.

Nightmare shifted and rolled into a laying-down position, gazing at Solis from the side. "Would you like to bury your face in between my legs and pleasure me until I scream out to the heavens?" The Princess asked seductively, rubbing her hands all over her slender body. "Would you have me ride and bounce atop you, my naked form the only sight as we share our passion, our breathing mingled, and our bodies one?"

With a whimper, Solis felt himself harden down below, the bulge in his pants visibly growing upon hearing these words and imagining these visualizations. His wings suddenly unfurled, the feathery appendages jutting out in their full length, stiff as a board. His white face glowed with a radiating blush and his heart beat fast. He absolutely adored when the dark mare spoke with such inviting words, even though she rarely did it. The young stallion considered it a major treat.

"Or..." Nightmare drawled seductively. "Would you rather take me face-to-face as we stare into each others eyes, my arms wrapped around your muscular form, and my fingers digging into your back until we both reach our peak?" She rolled onto her stomach, her head facing Solis as she spoke.

"N-Ngh..." Solis grunted softly, squeezing the arms of the chair once again in his desperation. His stiffness down below gave a generous throb, wanting immediate attention.

Nightmare chortled, lifting a hand and resting her chin upon it. Her eyes lazily drifted down to his groin. "Actions really do speak louder than words, don't they? Because your obvious physical arousal is telling me more than words would."

Solis peered down at his hard-on, which stuck up proudly in his lap and throbbed with anticipation, sharing his excitement. "I won't lie, Your Highness..." he swallowed hard, forcing his eyes back up into Nightmare's. "... I'm horny, now."

Nightmare allowed a genuine smile onto her face. "As am I. Why don't we do something about that?"

Before any response could be given, the dark mare slithered off the bed and onto her knees in front of Solis. She peered up at the young stallion, gently running her right hand along his thighs until she reached the main attraction, which stuck up in a bulge, the fabric containing it visibly stretched. The bulge lightly pulsed with each beat of Solis' heart, which proved to be quick with his excitement.

Nightmare gingerly slid her right hand over the bulge and began lightly caressing the very tip of it. She felt Solis' muscles tense up from the other hand on his thigh, and knew the most sensitive part had been touched. Her left hand traveled over to the zipper and she idly played with, massaging the sensitive crown through the material.

Solis watched the Princess, his entire body tense and his heart beating fast. Her soft hand against his sensitivity, even through the pants, sent small tingles of delight into his body and tiny chills up his spine. He bit his bottom lip as Nightmare fumbled with the zipper, before leisurely pulling it down.

Solis' eager member sprung out, sticking up at its full length, no longer contained by the pants. Nightmare hummed with satisfaction, her right hand wrapping around the base of the young stallion's shaft and her left idly stroking his thigh.

Wasting no time, the dark mare gave the tip an agonizingly-long, teasing lick. Solis gasped softly and bit his bottom lip as she swirled her tongue around it, glazing its pulsing being in a thin sheen of warm saliva. She slowly dragged her tongue all the way down his shaft until the base, sending friction-like sensations that reverberated throughout his sensitive flesh and coaxed out several sharp gasps.

Nightmare retraced her path back up to his delicate crown and lightly suckled on it, her left hand groping the shaft and stroking up and down in a sluggish and enticing manner and her right fondling and massaging his balls. Her smooth tongue caressed the crown pleasantly, the sensations coupling with those emanating from the gentle suction of her lips. Both combined had Solis moaning softly and experiencing the desire to hold the dark mare's head down and thrust up into her throat.

This desire increased as Nightmare opened her mouth properly and took Solis' tip in. The sensations from the suckling increased two-fold, and he cursed under his breath as the Princess slowly pushed her head down, sliding his stiff length into the hot, wet confines of her waiting mouth.

"O-Ohhh..." he panted softly, gritting his teeth as he felt his head brush against her soft palate and finally bump into the back of her throat. Nightmare's inquisitive blue eyes peered up at him innocently, and she batted her eyelashes seductively, giving Solis the most intense bedroom-eyes he'd ever seen.

She slowly drew back, dragging her tongue along the bottom of his throbbing member until only the tip remained in her mouth, before moving back down, the unbelievable warmth and wetness almost overwhelming Solis instantly.

The young stallion groaned as Nightmare worked up a slow but steady rhythm of bobbing her head up and down. The feeling of her soft, wet mouth sliding up and down his cock along with her tongue swirling and undulating around at the same time caused Solis to reflexively buck his hips upward in an attempt to press himself deeper into her muzzle. Each touch of her tongue felt heavenly, the slimy muscle somehow stimulating the most sensitive parts of him with unrelenting bliss.

"Y-Your H-Highness..." Solis moaned softly, grabbing a hold of Nightmare's silky mane with one hand and gripping the arm of the chair with the other. "Oh... don't... don't stop..."

Nightmare peered up at him, giving a deep, predatory growl. The vibrations echoed through the stallion's cock, making him wince and buck his hips up again. She planted her hands down on his lower-stomach, forcing him still with surprising strength, and started sucking again as she worked.

Solis moaned louder, his back arching and his entire form tensing up at the wonderful tugging, squeezing sensation. Dribbles of pre-cum lightly spurted from his tip onto Nightmare's eager tongue, which ground up against the bottom of Solis' shaft and tip, coaxing forth as much as possible. Her rhythm picked up speed, little slurping and suckling sounds audible with each movement that mixed with Solis' moans of pleasure. He looked down into her eyes, his face hot and red, and she coolly stared back at him, a look of bold desire on her face. He spotted the faintest tinge of blush on her dark cheeks.

Nightmare slowly drew back, the strong tugging sensation as she sucked causing Solis to grit his teeth hard and arch his back, deep dabs of pleasure flowing up his being. She released his aching cock with a gentle pop ran her tongue all around it like one would with an ice-cream cone, before kissing it tenderly and smiling up at Solis.

"Does that feel good, Solis?" Nightmare hummed innocently, her hot breath making Solis' tip flare noticeably. "Do you like the feeling of my mouth around your precious stallionhood?"

The young stallion whimpered and bit his lip, his breathing heavy and his body shaking. He nodded zealously, his hips twitching and rolling slightly in an eager attempt to put himself back into Nightmare's mouth. He wanted very badly to feel the hot, wet confines of her maw wrapped around his slick, throbbing cock again.

Nightmare giggled airily, giving the head another quick lick and a small kiss. "Would you like to cum in my mouth? Would you like me to drive you over the edge and let you release yourself into my muzzle?"

Solis groaned, nodding frantically. "Y-Yes, pl-please... please c-continue, i-it feels so good!"

"What's the magic word?" Nightmare asked softly, a mischievous grin on her radiant face. She gently stroked Solis' length with a hand, feeling the sensitive flesh throb at her soft touch.

"Please?" The stallion asked quickly and hopefully.

"Mmm, good, I'll need more than that, Solis," purred Nightmare, blue eyes staring up into Solis' intently.

"But--"

"Would you prefer I stop? You're so close, I can feel it." Nightmare purred, looking at his aroused member and nuzzling it with her snout.

Solis groaned again, gritting his teeth. "Please... please keep going. Keep going and don't stop, oh, for the love of the moon, don't stop! L-Let me cum in your mouth... Please!"

Nightmare smiled, satisfied. "Good boy," she hummed, before suddenly thrusting her head back down, engulfing Solis' cock once again.

A cry of surprise and delight escaped Solis. He cursed and grasped at her horn with one hand and a handful of her mane with the other, unwillingly humping up into Nightmare's muzzle.

Her rhythm was fast and unwavering, her velvety tongue caressing and swirling around as much of his member as it could reach while the soft inner-lining of her mouth massaged him wonderfully. A familiar pressure welled up from deep within, only leveled out by the constant dribbles of pre-cum that came forth from his twitching crown. His moans became sharp and quick, and his bucking uncontrollable, any coherent thoughts lost in the torrent of pleasure that cascaded through his body as a result of the dark Princess' work.

Just when Solis thought he couldn't take anymore, Nightmare sunk as far down as she could, swallowing hard. He felt his cock reach the extreme-tightness of the slender mare's throat, squeezing around him hard as she deep-throated him. This proved to be too much for the young stallion.

With a generously-volumed groan of pleasure, Solis' cock throbbed hard, rapidly unloading thick spurts of ropy cum down Nightmare's throat. He desperately humped up into her, grasping her mane and horn and gritting his teeth as his orgasm hit full-peak.

Nightmare sucked as hard as she could in her current position, feeling the slimy spurts gliding smoothly down her throat. She cupped the stallion's sack, kneading and massaging it in an effort to coax out as much of his gooey spunk as possible.

Eventually, the onslaught of spurting cum died down to a mere dribble, and Solis, shaking intensely and breathing heavily, groaned, his head lolling back.

Nightmare drew back off of his member, releasing with an audible pop. Panting slightly, and with a tinge of blush on her face, the dark mare smiled up at Solis.

"Did THAT feel good, Solis?" she inquired silkily, licking her lips and resting her chin upon her hand, beaming at him with a cocky smile.

Solis said nothing, panting and staring up at the dark ceiling as his orgasm-induced high slowly wore off. He felt his heart thumping powerfully in his chest, the last few licks of pleasure finally draining from his body and his member limping rapidly, glistening from the sheen of Nightmare's invigorating saliva. With a low groan, the young stallion brought his hand up to his forehead and wiped away a formation of sweat that developed in during his heated ecstasy.

Nightmare gave a low grunt of disapproval, her hand wrapping around Solis' now-limp base and squeezing warningly with little force. "I said, did THAT feel good, Solis?" she repeated slightly more vehemently. "Answer your Princess."

Solis whimpered and winced at this. He nodded his head quickly. "Ah--Y-Yes, it felt amazing!" he said with a higher voice.

Nightmare giggled, satisfied. She released his stallionhood licked the dribbling cum from it off of her hand sensually, before standing up at her full height, towering over the sitting Solis.

Solis could only stare up at the dark mare standing in front of him, her slender, provoking, and practically-naked body almost begging to be ravaged. His heart, having finally slow down, sped up once more as his eyes drifted down to Nightmare's crotch. A dark, wet patch had accumulated on the front of her panties which gave off a sweet, yet somehow intoxicating smell.

His senses heightened as Nightmare slowly reached down and slipped two fingers into her panties, while her other hand traveled up to her bra clasp, fumbling with it teasingly.

"Now, it's your turn to please me," she purred, and without another word, unclasped the brassiere with a faint snap.