Let Sleeper Dogs Lie

Let Sleeper Dogs Lie

by neorenamon

Rarity slowly awoke feeling something odd behind her head.

"Welcome back, Mistress," said a soft regal voice behind her, "Did you sleep well?"

She realized that she had been sleeping against Celestia, her head pillowed between her loyal sub's breasts.  But Rarity could only look down at her own massive chest, now surpassing both Luna and Celestia in their epic size.  She glanced to her side to notice the golden glaive laying there.

"It is good to see you, my love," she replied at last, "Have you slept any?"

"Not while you were at risk," she replied softly.

"It seems my Nightmare self has not only made me appear completely different," mused Rarity, "but now I sound nothing like the way I should.  In fact, this voice sounds... oddly familiar..."

"It... does..."

"Well, if I ever plan to be seen in public again," she mused, "I have to do something to use their new look to my advantage.  While I'm sure I cannot appear as I used to, considering these... new breasts of mine..."

"Might I suggest something, Mistress?"

"I always value your suggestions."

Celestia leaned closer to whisper something softly into Rarity's ear.

"Why that's... that's... BRILLIANT!!"

She smiled as she nibbled at her Mistress' ear.

...

Nightmare Rarity continued to amuse herself at the expense of Spike while Bakabaka was bound to the ceiling over them, forced to watch her Master and lover suffering so.  It was a complex web of misery as Spike was made to look upon one that looked like his Rarity, but knew deep down it was just a Nightmare version of her.  Just when he was getting used to being a Master, the one who looked like the one who gave him that power was stripping it away from him.  And with a spell from her horn, she cursed his cock so he couldn't blow his wad, but could only feel the ever increasingly painful rock hard erection as he couldn't cum.

"So how does it feel to be weak, pathetic and powerless again, my Spikey-wikey?!" she hissed into his ear.

Of course, being muzzled and gagged, she wasn't really expecting an answer.  But she did get his defiant and angered glare back into her own eyes.

"Oh, if a stare could kill," she giggled, "I'd already be six feet under."  Then she placed her right hand over his left as she added, "But at least you won't being doing that with these nails... I mean, claws."  His claws had been reduced to about the most marish of girly nails he had ever seen.  She even painted them glossy ivory white and added a gem to each that appeared to be taken straight from Rarity's cutie mark.  He could tell his feet had been treated the same way.

He could see part of Bakabaka past her, and he could see her tears running from her eyes down her muzzle, and then drip down either onto Nightmare Rarity's back or onto the bedsheets around them.  Her naked form was being molested by the very wood tendrils that were holding her helpless to the ceiling.

"Don't mind her," she hissed, "She's getting her rocks off even as I speak.  A little conditioning and she soon become quite the little voyeur of such pain, suffering and humiliation.  Once I convince her you're willing to abandon her to save your own sorry scales, I can make her MY apprentice!"  She stared into his glare as she added, "So, you really think you'd never NEVER forsake her just to save yourself?!  We'll see about that."

She reminded him about how badly he wanted to cum by tickling his testicles with her fingertips.  Keeping it back was becoming a painful distraction.

But Nightmare Rarity laughed in his face.  "So you really think that a pathetic little tailor with as much black magic and secrets as Miss Rarity is going to save your sorry scales?!  That she's somehow going to make ME submit to somepony as pathetic and useless AS YOU?!" she hissed loudly, "YOU ARE TRULY NAIVE!!"

Then there was a knock at the Library's front door.

"BLAST!" she snorted, "What is it now?!"  She smacked Spike across the muzzle as she hissed, "I'll be back to torture you as soon as I deal with the nuisance at the front door!"

She stomped down the stairs and slammed the front door open as she said, "WHAT?!"

There was four teenage unicorns looking back at her with wide eyes.

She knew the first well: Snails.  He had a golden hide with a blue-green mane and tail.  His body was fairly tall as well as skinny.  The horn was sticking out through the back turned black baseball cap.  He stared back with his dark brown eyes.  On his torso, he wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt that said in bold white letters, "I'M WITH THE JERK!"  He also wore black shorts made from a pair of jeans cut down to size.

The second was also well known: Snips.  He had a blue hide with a dark orange mane and tail, both of which were cut short.  He stared at her with his beady black eyes.  This unicorn stallion was much shorter and stockier than his lifelong chum.  He stared back with his dark brown eyes.  While his brow bore thick black and bushy eyebrows, his upper lip showed his pronounced buck teeth.  On his torso, he wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt that said in bold white letters, "NO, IT'S THE OTHER JERK!"  He also wore a well torn pair of denim jeans.

The next one she didn't know.  He was a gray stallion who seemed to be somewhere between Snips and Snails build, altough her was much closer to the tall skinny one than the short chunky one.  His gray eyes seemed to be offset by this narrow and well trimmed beard on his chin..  On his torso, he wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt that simply said in bold white letters, "JERK"  He also wore a well worn pair of black cargo pants.  He had a brown paper package under his arm that looked about the right size and shape as a book.

The last unicorn she didn't recognize either.  The first thing she noticed was that his buck teeth were even bigger than those of Snips.  It made him look like he had donkey kin somewhere back in his family tree somewhere.  His eyes, mane, tail and hide were all almost the same shade of muddy brown in color..  On his torso, he wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt that simply said in bold white letters, "JERK IN TRAINING"  He also wore a well worn pair of black cargo pants, but they were low enough on his flanks so she could see far too much of his gray underwear

They all just blinked and stared at her heaving boobs as she stood there and glared down on them.

"WELL?!"

"Uh..." said the one with the JERK shirt, "We're here to give back Canterlot Conspiracies Parts 10 through 12.  I think we're ready for parts..."

She snatched the package from him as she screamed, "TOO BAD!!  WE'RE CLOSED!!"  Then she proceeded to slam the door in their faces.

As she turned to stomp back upstairs, she could hear him saying to the others, "See?!  That's how you act when you're hiding something!  I'm writing another letter to Prince Blueblood as soon as I get home!"

"Maybe she's just busy?" asked Snails.

"Busy plotting the takeover of Equestria!!" he replied.

"I don't get it," said Snips, "How can Celestia be plotting with the tailors to take over Canterlot when she already runs it?"

"THAT'S JUST WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO THINK!" he snarled, "It's all clearly detailed in book 11!"

'MORONS!' thought Nightmare Rarity as she stomped away from the door.

Meanwhile, two mares stalked up to the door just slammed in the stallions faces.

"Well," sneered one, "It looks like somepony put some dorks in their place!"  She was a mare of pale violet hide, and had a two-toned mane and tail of purple and white.  Her glare was marked by her blue eyes, but it wasn't nearly as gaudy as the silver and diamond chip encrusted tiara she had perched on her head.  She was dressed in white silk from her neck to her coronets in somehing that made her look like a teenage pageant queen wannabe.  On the sides of the skirts was a symbol that looked just like her cutie mark:  A tiara like the one she wore.  It was made worse by the black shiny pumps she wore on top of her hooves.

The other mare laughed at them.  She had a silver hide with violet eyes.  Her mane and tail were an off-white/light silver in color, but it was her thick rimmed glasses and the tasteless imitation pearl necklace that really stood out.  Her dress was gray muslim, and was almost as extensive and richly tasteless looking at the first, but obviously not quite as expensive.  On the sides of her dress was a symbol that looked like her own cutie mark: A large silver spoon.  Like the other, she had black pumps over her hooves.

"Hello Miss Diamond Tiara," said Snails, "Miss Silver Spoon."

"Still hanging out with these losers?!" hissed Diamond Tiara.

"Sure, we've been best buds for years," he replied.

"Don't talk to them!" snarled the bearded one, "They're all part of the Plutocratic Parasitic Pompous Proprietors!"

"But they look like mares to me," he replied, "Really pretty ones."

"That's all part of the act!"

"Just the kind of nonsense I would expect from the underclass!" snarled Diamond Tiara.

"Oh no," replied Snips, "We're part of the upper classponies this year!"

"Ughh," groaned Silver Spoon, "She wasn't talking about Ponyville High School, you clown!"

"Well at least somepony knows their place," sniffed Diamond Tiara as she nodded towards Snips.

"Someday," hissed the bearded one, "You'll get put in your place when the ponies realize just how you make them miserable just so you parasites can feel good about yourselves!"

"That kind of nonsense can get a pony vanished into a Canterlot Dungeon for quite some time!" growled Silver Spoon.

"Canterlot has a dungeon?" asked the odd unicorn out.

"Of course it does, Puppydog Tails!" she replied, "Every disciplined society uses them to keep the riffraff in line!"

...

The door to Rarity's shop opened hard to reveal two figures, but only one was well known:  Princess Celestia.  She was dressed to the nines as she pranced out in her glorious white silk dress.  One couldn't even see more than a glimpse of the silver shoes that covered her hooves under all the skirts and underskirts.

The other was wearing silver plate armor   With her massive boobs, it gave a whole new meaning to the phrase 'chest plate'.  The whites of her eyes were green, and the iris was blood red.  The swirling mane and tail were midnight black.  Yet the midriff was bare as well as most of her thighs.  The rest of her legs down to her hooves were clad in armor as well as her arms up to her rounded metal shoulder plates.  The head was covered in a cross between a helm and a crown, but it more than showed of the curved horn that was midnight black at the base as it shifted to blood red at the tip.  About her shoulders down to the ground was a bright red cloak trimmed with white fur.  A wicked grin showed off her fangs and pointed teeth.  At her side, she was using the Golden Glaive as a walking staff.

"Grovel before QUEEN SOMBRA!!" she hissed, "Mine my crystals for ME!!"

A passing Pegasus stallion grumbled, "Isn't it another week to Nightmare Night?"

A passing Earth pony mare said as she leaned close to the Earth pony stallion next to her, "Yeesh, who thinks Queen Sombra would have boobs that massive?"

"If she was real, I'd totally obey somepony as SEXY as that!" he retorted.

"You're just perverted!" she hissed.

"I might look," he replied, "but I swear you're the only mare I love!"

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Perfect," said Queen Sombra.

"Of course, Mistress," sighed Celestia as she kissed her on the cheek.

"Well *WE** think you look ridiculous!*" hissed a nearby voice overhead.

They both looked up to see Nightmare Luna and Nightmare Moon glaring down on them.

"Little sister?!" cried Celestia in distress.

"Yes," hissed Nightmare Luna, "She has returned to the fold of Nightmares!  If we didn't have to see a dog about a bitch, we'd obliterate you both *RIGHT NOW!***"

Celestia dropped to her knees as she wept, "No!  Not again!"  She covered her eyes with her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"WE LAUGH AT BIG SISTER'S PAIN!" snarled Nightmare Moon.

Then the two of them turned to sparkling purple smoke and flew away towards the new dog village.

Rarity/Queen Sombra leaned down by Celestia and hugged her as she said, "As your Mistress, I swear I'll find a way to set things right.  Even if it means losing myself to the dark magics I've been hiding all these years."

"Please," sniffed Celestia, "I can't bear to lose anymore loved ones!"

"You can't get rid of your Mistress that easily," she purred as she kissed Celestia on the lips.

"It seems every Nightmare Night is tackier than the one before," muttered a Pegasus mare as she flew overhead.