"Feh," Nightmare Moon remarked, casually tossing the DVD behind her and dismissing the stunned look she once had, "A... Cute effort, to say the least... The very least. But allow me to tell you of a real story of lust. Then we shall see who the queen of queens true is."

*~*~*

Brittle twigs screamed as they were snapped in half underneath Daring Do’s boots. The cold, howling winds did not stray her away as she braved on in her trusty vest, tight white t-shirt and shorts. The crazy shrubs and vines were desperately trying to impede her progress, brushing her exposed legs, but were no match for the bite of her keen machete. The Everfree Forest was on the spirited explorer’s agenda tonight, specifically the old, ruined castle of the Royal Sisters that made its home in the chaotic jungle.

Many explorers before her had told tales of the ruins, their reports detailing many of its floors. However, news of a strange tree underneath the castle whispered into Daring’s ears, and it birthed new theories inside her scholarly mind. Research papers dictated that the castle primarily had only four floors; three of them above and one below the surface, but what if there were secretly more? If there was a hidden chamber found underneath the castle, certainly there should be more hidden.

It was one question that was stuck on Daring’s mind for the week since the tree’s discovery, and the mare wasn’t willing to let it befuddle her thoughts any longer.

The trees soon gave way to a spacious view of the castle. Pressing down on her hat, she took one flight down the stone stairs and through the gates, entering the olden ruins. The weathered environment and moth-eaten tapestries were nothing new to her. She had made a friendly visit to this area quite a few times before, just like her mother before her, and her mother as well. The mares of her family were all adventurers, and the castle was the destination that they all journeyed to at least once in their life. It was their holy pilgrimage, their rite of passage, their traditional exam.

So naturally, Daring knew all of the nooks and crannies that the Everfree Castle had to offer. Or so she thought. Daring walked down the dim halls with only the moonlight providing vision through the exposed holes of the roof. The smell of the old rugs and curtains were like flowers to Daring. It gave her a sense of the history that grew up here. She ran the fingertips of her hands across the rough surface of the stone walls, feeling the chalky texture of its dust. Grey imprints colored her fingers, making them grubby; just the kind of feeling that Daring craved for. She felt just right at home.

Daring entered upon the threshold of the Grand Organ Room, home of the titan instrument itself. She had scoured this room only a couple of times before, but she knew its secrets. The organ itself was a remote control of the castle. It controlled all the hidden trap doors and mechanisms in the stone walls. Her ancestors have documented many combinations of musical keys that offered its surprises, but Daring never really paid much attention to it. She was never really the type of mare to appreciate aged music, and at this point she was starting to have regrets. But there might have been something missed by her family here. Something significant and important to her current search right now, her adventurer’s intuitive told her that.

However, there was something new on the organ keys. A post-it note.

“What’s this?” Daring mumbled as she picked it up. There were rough scribbles written on the small, sticky parchment as if a hyperactive foal had taken hold of a crayon and attacked the note with it. However, it was clear that there were musical notes. “Shortcut to the kitchen, super-secret hiding spot, and forever-sugar pantry?” Daring said as she listed the notes off.

These combinations didn’t seem to lead to anywhere incredibly interesting to an archeologist like Daring, but they were pretty interesting regardless of their nature. However, there was a set of words on the bottom of the list that caught her attention. “Super Bad Doorway to a Big Meanie? Well isn’t this interesting?”

It seemed pretty far-fetched, but it didn’t mean that she shouldn’t give it a chance. She played the piece on the organ, and grimaced at the screechy rhythm of it. The combination was easily comparable to that of cats tearing their claws at a chalkboard, a very unpleasant sound. It was very unforgiving to her poor ears, but she didn’t let the horrid music place a halt on her progress. She was already halfway in the combination, so and it would be wasteful to let it all go to way. With the final note pressed, a hidden passageway was revealed to her left as a part of the wall slid open.

“Well that’s new,” Daring chuckled. “Thanks, kind stranger.”

Leaving the organ behind, she delved deep into the depths of the new hallway. It was tall enough for Daring to walk through comfortably, but compared to the rest of the castle it was incredibly small. Cobwebs littered the low ceilings with their sticky appendages, and a seemingly dark fog clung to the ground like carpet. The torches holstered in their metal nests on the side of the wall provided Daring with enough light, so naturally she took one with her. Unfortunately as she walked further into the passageway, the flame suddenly fled. There was no wind. It was a sign of magic.

Her vision was wiped away when the flames disappeared, forcing Daring to use the walls as a way to trudge forward. Deeper on, the chilling air around her was suddenly dropped down like an elevator with its supports suddenly snapped. She usually liked to leave her vest unbuttoned, but the unnatural coldness forced her hands. Perhaps shorts and a t-shirt were not the best choices she could have made for this journey. The frigid atmosphere embraced her body like an unwanted lover, feeling every inch of her curves. Her nips shivered and tingled as the chill closed in on her, and her lips felt like they were kissed by Death. She tried to shoe it away by partially hugging herself for warmth, but the air did not stay its hands. Every once in a while, a mouthful of spider webs would become present by splashing upon Daring’s face, causing her to sputter in disgust.

The minutes of walking were seemingly turned into hours of hiking. How long was Daring in the hallways? Was night already turning to day up on the surface? Sooner or later, this darkness would blind her eyes if she didn’t get any light soon. As the hallway turned left, her wishes were answered as a faint blue glow appeared at the end. Her slow walk suddenly paced up to a sprint.

At the end of the hallway was a large, circular chamber lit up with blue torch flames. The walls and floor were littered with runes and faded images, and the enormous support pillars were black and smooth to touch like glass. In the center was a circular platform with stairs flowing downward from it like water ripples. Decorating to top of the platform was a strange altar of some sorts. A tall, black pedestal with three horns surrounding a blue crystal cut in the shape of a crescent moon on top.

Daring inched towards the treasure with caution. This was obviously a shrine dedicated to Luna, and Daring knew that from the scriptures about the Moon Mistress, the Alicorn loved secret passageways and traps. Especially traps. She tested the stone tiles around her, carefully avoiding the runes themselves. She could never tell if magic was lingering inside them or not, and she didn’t want to find out by accidently tapping into them. With enough time and patience, Daring finally reached the crystal moon.

Close inspections revealed that the crystal was embedded in the pedestal, but it looked like it could be pulled out. Normally, Daring wouldn’t be so rash and just grab whatever she can, but there was something about the crystal moon that made it important to pull out. She tried to shake out the temptation, but the moon. The moon had to be pulled! Holding a tight grip on its curved body, Daring thrust it skyward.

Everything happened so quickly. The cracks in the walls were suddenly pouring out dark smoke and were soon clouding around her body, trapping Daring in their surprisingly tight grip. Her arms and legs were spread far apart from each other, holding Daring in the air in a star-like position. It was a situation that she had been in repeatedly for so many times before, yet this time it felt way more invasive. Her breasts were being handled, being cupped and squeezed a lot. She could feel the crotch of her shorts being cuddle by the dark mist, which was considerably impossible if it wasn’t for magic. Daring could feel her clothes being tugged on, and her ample ass cheeks were being slapped by passing streaks of coldness as if she was being whipped there. She cried out with red warmth in her cheeks each time it happened.

“Hey quit it!” Daring angrily yelled with shame clearly etched over her face.

Weren’t you expecting this to happen though? You, the Daring Do?

Daring craned her head around, searching for the source of the new voice. “Who’s that? Are you the one holding me against my will? Show yourself, coward!”

The voice, dark and alluring, chuckled with amusement. If that is how you prefer your cup of tea to be, then so shall be it.

In front of the pedestal, some of the fog began to swirl around, most of them pouring from the object itself. A column rose high from the smoke, and a figure could be seen inside it as if it was there all along. The unidentified shadow stepped out from the dark veil, her left hand on her hips. Her skin was pale as moonlight, and her dragon-like eyes were ghostly green. A pair of dark wings extended from her back, and her mane looked like it was weaved the vast vacuum of space, capturing the images of the stars. Her cutie mark was very unique, being a purple blotch with a silver moon, but the features that caught Daring’s attention the most were her exposed curves. Breasts the size of full sacks of gold had adorned her chest with dark blue areolas decorating them, and her butt looked full and supple like packed pillows. The very definition of a Goddess of Sex, but Daring knew who this mare really was.

“Nightmare Moon,” Daring Do said, putting on her best smirk. “I thought you were defeated.”
Nightmare Moon prowled around Daring as the fog lowered her down to eye-level. “Yes I was, but that loss was only temporary. Did you not recall the tale, Daring? Didn’t your mother tell you the stories of these decrepit ruins?”
“Sorry to say that I don’t. Maybe you can remind me?” Daring asked politely, although clearly with sass. As the dark Alicorn made another pass around her, her eyes couldn’t help but draw towards her ass.

Nightmare Moon let out another amused huff. “How charming you are. You see, the story goes that a thousand years ago, I was banished to the moon. Everypony assumed that Celestia had won, but that’s not the entire pie. Not every part of me was seal away on the moon back then. I still had a piece of me here, kept safe here in this very room. This allowed me to keep tabs on the progress of Equestria as I had a link, a way to continue watching the world as I spent my time on the moon.”

Daring analyzed the story carefully and glued together the pieces. She smirked as a hypothesis formed. “So I’m guessing this piece of you held quite a bit of your powers? Is that why you were defeated a second time?”

Nightmare Moon signed. “Regrettably, yes. Upon my return, I have planned to retrieve the part of my soul I left here. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to get it back as those accursed mares were almost near the Elements of Harmony.”

“And let me guess, you left this part of your soul here to bide your time again?”

Nightmare Moon nodded, although staring at her as if she was some sort of animal that performed a trick correctly. “How clever you are. Yes I planned to use this soul as a fail-safe plan. The Elements of Harmony may have snipped me away from Luna, but a part of me was still here, thus allowing me to slowly regain my powers once more.” She stopped behind Daring to look at her hands, making a gripping motion with them. She was able to make fists, but a puff of smoke came out of them every time she closed her fingers. “However, it seems that you have interrupted my regeneration a little early. I’m not quite powerful enough to take on Celestia now… ” A high-pitched yelp escaped Daring’s throat as she suddenly felt her ass slapped. It felt like a million metal paddles had crashed upon her poor posterior. A deafening clap bounced around the chamber, “but I’m still quite strong enough to tame a silly filly like you.”

Daring Do managed out a weak groan. The cold grip of the fog was draining her. “Hey, don’t do that.”

Nightmare Moon cooed. “Aww, what’s the matter? Where was that fire that was inside you earlier?”

“I still got some fight left in me,” Daring insisted, struggling against her cloudy bonds. They failed to yield.

“Don’t you worry, my little filly. I’ve got big plans for you,” Nightmare Moon said, circling around to the front of Daring.

“What do you mean?” she frowned.

“Well as you can already tell, I’m still going overthrow Equestria. The problem back then was that I didn’t have an army with me, so this time I’m going to gain some underlings. And you, Daring, are going to be my right-hand mare.”

“Not even in your dreams, Nightmare,” Daring growled.

“We shall see,” Nightmare smirked. Daring flinched as the Alicorn suddenly wrapped her arms around her hips, the bountiful breasts pressed against hers. Her dark hands greedily groped Daring’s round butt cheeks. “After all, I know everything there is about you.”

“How?” Daring demanded, biting back a dirty moan.

“I’ve already told you, Daring. Weren’t you listening? I kept tabs on Equestria through here, and your fantastic feats were enough to make it on my book.” Nightmare Moon’s lips closed in Daring’s right ear. “In the process, I also happened to learn where your weaknesses really are.”

A small squeak escaped Daring’s lungs as Nightmare Moon suckled on the tip of her ear and bit her lower lips to prevent a stupid smile growing on her face. It didn’t block the growing redness on her face though. Down below, she could feel Nightmare’s hand tucking underneath her shorts, lovingly rubbing her wetting slit. It was cold down there, but with Nightmare’s touch it was growing warm again. “F- fuck… ”

“Such dirty language. I’ll have to clean your mouth with soap later after this,” Nightmare Moon whispered.

“Go die in a pit,” Daring uttered.

Nightmare clicked her tongue, disappointed with Daring’s choice of words. “I’ll have to punish you for those words.”
Before Daring could dish out another sassy remark, her tongue was shushed by Nightmare’s sudden kiss. She tried to pull back, but the fog ushered her deeper into her lips and tongue. Their tongues wrestled for complete control of the situation, but Daring was no match for the Mistress of Nightmares’ masterful performance. Like a snake, Nightmare’s tongue curled over and under Daring’s, coiling around the adventurer’s senses. Just before Nightmare pulled back from the kiss, Daring felt something hot slide down her throat.

“What did you do to me?” she weakly coughed.

“Just a little bit of magic,” Nightmare mischievously smirked, “a way to keep your rude tone under check.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well let’s test it out, shall we?”

Daring protested a little as she saw Nightmare move a pointed finger down towards the crotch of her shorts once more. Her gripe soon turned into a loud moan, a web of electric pleasure shooting out from where Nightmare Moon made indirect contact with Daring’s clit underneath the thin layers of cloth.

“Gaahaah! What the Tartarus did you put in me!?” Daring growled, although it was under her loud moan.

“Do you want to take a guess?” Nightmare smirked.

“I would rather you tell me right no– Ah ha ha!” Nightmare suddenly placed her foot on her crotch, sitting back on a dark throne of fog. A shocking wave of heat flooded over Daring’s body, her senses suddenly multiplying through the roof. Daring gritted her teeth to block out the sensual messages, but even that proved useless to the barrages. Absolute exposure.

“If you really wish for a goddess to spill her secrets, then so shall be it. In laymare’s terms, I have triggered deep portion of your body’s senses. Primal needs and all.”

“You pushed me towards my heat cycle!?” Daring bellowed, receiving a slight rub on her crotch from Nightmare’s toe. A scream tore through Daring’s throat as she experienced brief heaven.

“Not only that, but I also gave you some essence with aphrodisiac properties.”

“F- fuck you,” Daring breathed.

“And that’s exactly what you’re going to be doing.” Nightmare revealed more of her precious garden to Daring’s view, parting her lower lips with two fingers. A trail of liquid leaked down from her pink clams. “You’ll begin by tending to my needs. It has been a thousand years since I had to pleasure of partaking procreative activities. While you’re not a stallion, you’ll have to do for now.”

A sting of discomfort struck Daring. “Hey! Just because I don’t have a cock doesn’t mean I’m good in bed.”

A small grin graced Nightmare’s lips again. “You want to prove yourself?”

“If it means making you wrong, then yes!”

The foggy bonds around Daring’s limbs let go, letting Daring drop her bum on the cushy mist. When she looked up, her eyes were met with Nightmare’s delicious-looking pussy. Nightmare didn’t say a word as Daring stared at it. The explorer talked big, but now free from her restraints, she suddenly felt a little nervous. Nightmare Moon may be an enemy to Equestria, but the idea of pleasing a goddess was daunting. Daring also hadn’t slept with anypony in years. She dreaded that her skills may have traces of rust on them if they fully weren’t already. However, this was a whole new challenge to Daring, and was as big as any other she had to face before. No turning back from this Rubicon now.
Tongue first, Daring thrust her head into Nightmare’s leaking marehood, sliding the tip of her mouth muscle up and down the trench. Nightmare didn’t utter a single sound, but Daring could see an unexpected soft smile on her face. Daring continued to coat her flower with her slimy tongue, tasting the salty waters. The stench of sex was clearly present, filling Daring’s nose with its desirable smell. The heat from her cunt was very uncomfortable, so Daring drifted a hand down to pleasure herself. If Nightmare Moon had any objections to it, she didn’t voice them, but the Alicorn looked more than okay to let it happen.

Time was difficult to judge with her senses whacked, but her tired tongue suggested that at least a good half an hour had passed by since she started licking. Her neck felt stressed, the heat was growing more and more unbearable, and she needed to rest. Sleep was tempting until she felt a hand caressing the back of her head. From there, a pulse of energy showered over Daring’s body, revitalizing her senses.

“Continue. I’m almost ready.”

Ready? Ready for what? Nightmare Moon’s comment made Daring think a little, but the heat cycle pushed that out of the way faster than a train to a bale of hay. Daring moved to suckle on Nightmare’s clitoris while her other set of fingers stroked the insides of the inner pink halls. A small victory was achieved a slight moan came out of Nightmare. Somehow, Daring was happy to have that reach her ears.

“You’re doing good, Daring. Doing very good,” Nightmare smiled as if she was Daring was a pet who performed a trick well. A couple of long moments passed before she softly patted Daring’s head away from her pussy. “Enough. You did very well. I believe you deserve a small reward.”

Daring panted with her tongue limped out, her clothes sweaty and sticky. She could feel her teats clinging onto her shirt, and her shorts and undergarments were a very wet mess. Nightmare could see hunger in Daring’s eyes as she stared at her plentiful, bouncing tits. By Nightmare’s will, a gothic bed with bat-themed posts arose behind Daring from the fog and she held her in a princess carry to it. Daring sputtered as Nightmare’s breasts were suddenly shoved into her face. When Nightmare dropped Daring onto the mattress, the fog began to pull off Daring’s ruined clothes gently while its mistress drew closer. With the thin shields gone, Nightmare pinned Daring’s arms to the bed, licking her lips as she eyed the explorer’s vulnerable curves like a wild cougar.

“Ready for the fun part?” Nightmare asked with half-lidded eyes.

Daring would have normally retorted with back talk, but her clouded mind said otherwise. “Y- yes mistress. I’m ready.”

A long series of loud moans were drawn out from Daring’s lungs as Nightmare Moon traced her fingers around the sensitive parts of her body, mainly around her breasts, the sides of her belly, and ears. After a while, Nightmare’s hands went to prioritize keeping Daring’s legs spread while Nightmare began feasting upon her drenched marehood. The fog assisted with the love making by taking hold of Daring’s breasts, a part of it shafting through her chest buns. It interestingly felt warm despite it being… well fog. Another fog cock slid down her throat, and Daring greedily accepted it. After a good amount of suckling, she could feel warm water running down her throat and across her belly, but the fog’s riding on her mouth and body didn’t cease. The nature of magic was confusing, but the fact that a fog shaft was hotdogging her breasts was a definition of absurdity. Daring had heard of tentacle erotica, but she never thought she would experience from thin clouds.

She had almost forgotten about Nightmare until she inserted her fingers in her delicate wetness. Daring arched her back with another loud call as her naughty cunt received a partial prize of what it truly wanted. No, what she needed.

“Is my little pet enjoying her reward?” Nightmare cooed as she continued to explore Daring’s wet caverns. A long, low moan was the only response she received, and that’s what she wanted to hear. Obedience.

Nightmare Moon suddenly stood up and snapped her wet fingers. The fog tentacles withdrew their touch from Daring, causing the explorer to whimper slightly. “H- hey. Why did you stop?”
Her fingers drifted towards her drippy, hot marehood, but Nightmare placed a stop to it with her magical grip. “Don’t touch yourself in front of me unless I allow it. Understand?”

“B- but I need thi– ”

“Understand?” Daring’s ear wilted back at the sudden demand and pouted, her eyes forming large puppy eyes. Nightmare Moon didn’t sway. Resigning, Daring surrendered with a nod. “Good. Your last task before I can truly give you the reward you desire is to make me cum. Do this and I shall reward you greatly.”

Daring nodded again. Nightmare darkly smirked as she lied next to Daring with her head on the pillows, conjuring something else out of thin air in her right hand. It was a great, black strap-on with the length of a very healthy stallion. Much larger than any of the other stallions Daring had been with before. Her mouth watered with anticipation. The strap-on was then tossed into her hands.

“You are to wear this device and please me, your mistress, until I reach climax. Are we clear?”

Daring inspected the inside of the strap-on to see if there was anything on the other side. Nope. The pleasure tool was only one-sided. Through the thickness of her heated, lust-addled mind, Daring could tell what the challenge Nightmare Moon was urging her into. Buck Nightmare Moon before Daring lost her mind to her early heat cycle, which was ruining her marehood like the sweltering sun to an ice bowl full of ice cream on a hot summer day.

With no time to lose, Daring equipped the weapon and faced towards Nightmare, her plastic dong standing tall. Nightmare Moon parted her lower lips once more. “The Temple of Shadows awaits you, Daring Do.”

With a brief grunt, Daring placed her hands on Nightmare’s knees and positioned the head just above her entrance. Swift as a coursing river, Daring plunged the toy deep into Nightmare, earning a short cry of delight from the Alicorn.
“Ah yes! A great start!” Nightmare shouted, satisfied with Daring’s initiative. “But can you maintain your fight?”

Daring drew the toy out halfway. “Yes I can,” Daring replied before roughly digging back in again.

The task was long and hard, and the heat inside Daring was growing stronger and more stressful with each moment. It was sexually painful to Daring, but also served as a great motivation to succeed her test. Daring started out with missionary, but soon it became clear to her that Nightmare wanted more from her. Daring pulled out before sitting upright, legs stretched out and forward before pulling Nightmare’s marehood closer to her tool. Nightmare leaned her back against Daring’s thighs as the explorer extraordinaire pounded her hips into her, feeling a great amount of the mortal’s might. Daring then leaned forward to massage Nightmare’s teats with her lips and tongue.

A foxy smile was on Nightmare’s lips. “Mmmh, I can see you’re live up to your name.”

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises, lady,” Daring breathed between her licks.

Daring began to mix in a few gentle nibbles with her licks, earning a couple bonus cries from Nightmare. When several more long minutes have passed, Daring decided to switch tactics and unhooked from Nightmare before getting her knees. She lifted Nightmare’s left leg high in the air with she threw her plastic cock into her wet cave in a scissor-like position. Doggie-style came after that, as well as the Wild Bull Rider. As Daring desperately bucked her hips, sweat rained down from her body like a storm, contributing to Nightmare’s own pool of salt water. She didn’t know how long it would take until Nightmare’s climax but if she can’t finish soon, she will pass out like a burnt-out light bulb. Her head felt light as a cloud, and she could feel her breathing getting shallower. Just as she was about to lose all hope, Nightmare Moon suddenly booped her nose.

“W- whut?” Daring tiredly mumbled.

“You know what? I like your determination. It’s as strong as a dragon. To be honest, I’m quite impressed you have actually lasted this long. You’ll make a great general of my army,” Nightmare smirked.

“What does that mean?”

Nightmare Moon removed the strap-on from Daring as she stood up. Nightmare’s horn glowed once more, bathing her drenched marehood in a dark glow. “It means you finally get what you’ve worked for. Behold, your treasure!”

Daring watched in awe as a long, titanic shaft grew out from the depths of the Alicorn’s pussy, stopping at a whooping fifteen inches. A powerful tingling sensation erupted from downstairs as well as fright.

“There’s no way that’ll fit in me,” Daring concluded. But the godlike cock was what she was exactly craving almost the entire night.

“Oh don’t worry.” Nightmare Moon pulled Daring’s cunt up towards her mammoth cock. She could feel it throbbing on her poor slit. A perverted grin grew on Nightmare’s lips. “It will.”

It all happened so fast, but Daring’s body was soon invaded as Nightmare drove her W.M.D. into her cunt. It was intolerably painful at first, but soon became a shocking span of sensual sensations of the century. At least, that’s what it felt to Daring as her senses were pounded senseless. Nightmare was ruthless with her iron-like dick, drilling her cock deep into Daring’s depths. Daring knew that if Nightmare wanted to, she could tear a new hole into her body, but the Alicorn was benevolent enough to not impart such a punishment to her.

In the process of Nightmare dominating her, Daring was bent down like a dog, had her back held up against the wall, dangerously fucked in the air, and most of the time, had her teeth clenched down on a pillow hard. Nightmare wasn’t going to let her go. She had plans for her, and Daring felt they were going to be more than long-term. She could see herself working overtime a lot in her future.

Nightmare had returned back to missionary position with her above Daring, relentlessly attacking Daring’s pussy long and hard. Bellows and screams filled the air as they fucked. Daring was nearing her limit before Nightmare howled at the top of her lungs, “I’m going to cum!”

“Me too!” Daring cried back, her lungs feeling abused. Daring should have felt concern if Nightmare came inside of her, but honestly she wanted nothing more than for her mistress to do the dirty deed. Cum was all that occupied her mind for the past hours. She wanted to cum, wanted cum inside of her! “Cum inside me, Nightmare!”

With one last shout, Nightmare shoved her cock as deep as she could in Daring and hosed the inside of Daring’s womb, filling it to the brim. Daring’s heat was soon drenched by the new hotness, and it felt as if she was being enveloped by a star. It was a gorgeous moment of euphoria, and boosted the roof of elevated pleasure. The two mares panted out their exhaustion, with Nightmare collapsed on top of Daring. As Nightmare pulled out, the bed was soon flooded by excess cum.

Daring could feel Nightmare pressing her lips against the side of her neck, and a burning sensation was imprinted on there. As Nightmare parted her lips away from her neck, a purple mark of Nightmare’s cutie mark was birthed on there.

“Welcome to my ranks, Daring Do. We’ll do great things together, you and I.”

*~*~*

“And that’s how we got our funding.”

The other ladies in the room blinked at Nightmare’s last statement.

“Wait what?” Sunset Shimmer spoke up first. “Funding? You mean our operations so far were single handedly provided by this Daring Do?”

“She’s a fantastic author of literature. A very famous and rich one.” Nightmare held up glass of wine to her lips, slaying the thirst that had grown in her throat while recounting the tale to her fellow villainesses. “She’s the only reason why we have our base, and I’m grateful for that.”

“Wow,” Trixie whispered, loud enough for the others to hear. “You scored big.”

Nightmare emptied the rest of the content down into her stomach and settled the glass down. A great laugh was released from her. “You got that damn right.”

Author's Note

Chapter written by the stupendous Chaotic Note. Let's hear it for him once you stop drooling!