Love Bites

by Emerald Skysoar

Rating: mature
Tags: Big Macintosh, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Nightmare Moon, Princess Luna, Other, Fluttershy, Sex
Length: 6952

Princess Luna goes head to head against Flutterbat. Big Macintosh stumbles upon this feud and is added to the fun. Many, many kinky things happen.

After a series of strange ponynappings, Celestia is forced to call in the big guns: her sister, Princess Luna. With Luna on the case, she's sure the criminal will be caught and order restored.

Enter Luna, ready to prove herself to her sister. Will she be able to catch this sick freak, or will she be the one caught? As it turns out, the criminal is Flutterbat, hungry for blood. When an accident releases Nightmare Moon, things take a turn towards the lewd. Enter Big Mac, trying to protect his family from this said ponynapper. Follow the story as it goes through this insanely sexy night!

Originally submitted for Tales From the Clop

Original Story idea by Brony Fife

Published 2014-12-29 04:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-29 04:00:02 UTC

Love Bites

Author's Note

Something I've been sitting on for a while now. Hope you enjoy!

Love Bites

Touching down for possibly the hundredth time that day, Luna gracefully landed on a large hill in the outskirts of Ponyville. The usually bustling roads down below were deserted, as the town was now under tight lockdown. Above the weary alicorn, the clear blue sky mocked her; laughing at how little she had accomplished throughout the long day. She grunted in frustration as she recalled back to the morning, when she promised herself that she would find the ponynapper and bring them to justice. Rather annoyed with her failure, she pondered where exactly she went wrong...

After going down the lengthy list of victims and receiving hours of similar responses, she only found three things that were even remotely useful. The first thing all the victims had in common was the way each pony was lured into the criminal’s dark clutches. It seemed that whatever had ponynapped them, all the ponies recalled a sweet and familiar, but odd scent, that had attracted them towards the perpetrator. Of course, none of them were able to describe the sensation any clearer than that. The second common factor between the victims was that they all complained of neck and groin pains. The final was that all the attacks happened after sundown. Besides these three clues, nopony remembered a thing, except waking up in miscellaneous places around Ponyville the next day.

Luna sighed as she prepared for her nightly ritual of moving her celestial body. Another day ends, and I’m not a single step closer to finding this ponynapper, she thought glumly. I must be losing my edge. Hopefully my guards will stop anypony else from suffering at the hooves of this twisted mind. Slowly, she rose her head, releasing large amounts of magic, bursting from her large horn in a fine, blue beam. When it finally connected with the moon, she pulled the night forward, slowly and evenly. Soon the sky melted into various shades of red, as the bright sun was forced from the sky, leading a full moon in its wake. As the last rays of light were stifled on the horizon, she felt the soothing embrace of the cool October night revitalize her spirit.

Taking a second to bask in the silver glory of the lunar rays, Princess Luna’s mind drifted to the thought of returning to her sister empty-hooved. If there was one thing she hated, it was that disappointed look Tia gave her when she couldn’t complete her task. The thought burned in her head, knowing it would happen inevitably.

Finally, deciding she needed a break from all the frustration, the princess of the night started on a relaxing stroll to clear her mind. Even though the moon had just risen, the night was alive in all its splendor. Walking towards a heavily wooded area, Luna could hear the sounds of many nocturnal creatures already actively seeking a meal. Overhead, the full moon illuminated the sky, accompanied by millions of twinkling stars; each shining to their own unique rhythm. Adding to this picturesque night was the newly emerging view of an old apple orchard, slowly expanding as she got closer to it. The countless apples filled the air with their sweet, aromatic scent. Each fruit glistened in the pale moonlight like the stars above. For a time, she was lost in the beauty of it all.

But one thing felt... off.

Emerging from her relaxed state, Luna stopped to examine her surroundings. By now the numerous apple trees had dispersed, leaving her to face a desolate path. Only a few dead and gnarled trees periodically marking the side of what once may have been a road. Looking up, she found the heavens to be much dimmer than before due to the large clouds that were beginning to form, stifling the pure lunar radiance.

By now, the princess decided it was best to face the music and return. But as she spread her wings, ready to admit failure, a waft of something peculiar drifted into her nose. It was sweet, at first smelling of apples, then changing into something else entirely. It was something that seemed strangely familiar. Obscurely, the scent urged Luna to follow the trail deeper into the abandoned orchard, making her hooves move by themselves towards the origin of the strange smell.

By the moon! she thought as she followed the aroma. This must be the odor the abducted ponies smelled before they disappeared for the night! With the development of this new lead, nothing could stop her as she tread the chilling way, plunging straight into the heart of the decrepit woods. This is perfect! The stench has to lead me to the abductor, and there’s no chance any petty criminal can match the power of a princess!

So onward she galloped towards the mysterious fragrance. With every step, it grew in intensity. It was only a matter of time before the criminal would be caught. Faster, and faster she went, eager to catch the abductor. Soon she was nearly choking on it, but she remained undeterred. Got you! she thought as she pounced into the brush…

But in that instant, the smell disappeared. It was gone without a single trace. Luna was utterly shocked as she looked down only to find dry leaves lying under her hooves. How could this possibly be? Was I that desperate for a clue that I made the whole trail up? After a few seconds of analyzing the events, she knew it had to be real. But how and where did it go?

Stumped by this sudden change, the princess glanced around for the perpetrator. Now she found herself on the western edge of a large farm in the outskirts of Ponyville. The barren trees around her were now numerous, encasing her on all sides as if ensnaring her in a trap. It had been a while since she had first caught the scent of the pony-napper, and by now the moon was ominously tarped with dark clouds overhead, replacing the sterling light with pure darkness. Bats screeched in the distance, rejoicing in the new atmosphere.

Finally, she decided it was best to check the whole surrounding area. Looking around, Luna stepped into a heavily-forested clearing, where she could faintly make out a strange silhouette in the distance through the numerous trees. Ha! I knew somepony was here! Now I shall end this wave of terror! Smiling darkly, she prepared for combat, making sure she was absolutely certain to crush the sick pony kidnapping her subjects. With an airy breath, Luna charged, teeth clenched, horn aglow, crashing through the brush as she violently stormed towards the still figure.

Luuunaaa…

Merely seconds away from impact, the princess was inexplicably stopped; forced by some unseen power into a state of paralysis. The first thing she noticed was the smell. The whole area reeked of the strange scent from earlier. Then she struggled to catch the other features around her. Before her stood an large and ancient tree; its branches curling like demented, withered fingers into every direction. Apparently, the silhouette was actually above Luna, as her focus fell on the strange creature underneath a gnarled limb of the enormous tree.

There it hung upside-down, glaring at her with glowing blood red eyes; a voracious hunger surging from them. The enigma’s body was obscured in the darkness, but the alicorn could make out the slightest hint of a messy pink mane. It seemed to have the outline of a pegasus, but looking at the thing, she just knew it could not be one. And by squinting, she could tell that this entity had great wings that completely that almost covered its whole body; excluding the eyes and hooves. Other than that, nothing else could be perceived through the dark thickness of the night.

What is this thing? And how in Equestria did it stop me? she thought as she stared up at the hanging pony in question. At the same time, she was also trying to squirm her way out of the creature’s oppressive grasp. But by staring at its eyes, she was overcome with a strange power. Her mind went numb and she lost the ability to think clearly. Her eyes became wide and unfocused as the rest of her body became unnaturally relaxed. All she could do was sit back and take whatever was about to happen to her.

At that moment, from its perch up above, the being started a series of long and shrill hisses. It was almost like an enchanting lullaby, as each new sound forced Luna deeper and deeper into a hypnotic state.

As if responding to the last of the creature’s cries, her legs slowly began to move on their own; each step bringing her closer to the ancient tree. When she was about a foot away from its looming trunk, she obediently halted at the command of another long hiss. There she stood, patiently awaiting her master’s next command.

Right as she stopped, the creature swooped down from its perch and silently landed in front of her; still masked with night’s heavy veil. It seemed to take a moment to examine its catch; the creature’s red eyes analyzing every contour of Luna’s body, salivating with pure excitement.

When it got closer to her, she could almost see the waves of peculiar musk coming off the being, and she nearly drowned in it with every breath she took. It made her feel… hot and tingly inside. In stark contrast to this, Luna could feel the creature’s ice-cold breath as it and pressed its muzzle forward, inhaling her scent.

Subconsciously she began to grow very wet down below, an effect of the exposure to the large amounts of pheromones she was inhaling. Her breath became shallow in anticipation of the events to come.

Then, without warning, the monster leaned forward and gently kissed her; lips softly gliding against lips. The icy and intimate contact only strengthened the sheer excitement in the air. A cold, frosty tongue actively explored the inside of her mouth, chilling her even more. Both the alicorn and this strange creature moaned intimately as their tongues wrestled in a tight embrace. Soon, it pulled away, leaving a long thick saliva trail and a large wisp of cold breath in its wake. After, moving ever so slowly, it began to sink lower along her neck line.

She could feel every second of the monster’s descent, each peck from its cold lips, each icy bullet piercing lower and lower and her neck line. Finally, it found its mark, stopping right where her neck met her shoulders. Then the beast moved in, using its long tongue to taste Luna’s supple flesh and savor its taste, sending shivers down her spine.

Then fangs sunk her taut skin, and Luna’s world went red.

Something… drained from Luna that moment. It felt as if something was being siphoned, stolen, and spirited away. She tried to flee, teleport, fly—but not a muscle responded. All the while, the vampony feasted, lapping greedily at Luna’s neck wound. Darkness began to halo around Luna’s fading vision. She closed her eyes, losing all control; her body growing cold, her legs going limp. It was all over…

Suddenly, Luna’s body exploded in a large flash of magical energy. This pulsed outward as it began to overtake her. Soon a dark sphere encased the mare as the transformation began. At the initial thundering spectacle, the blood-sucker was flung, hissing in a mix of surprise and anger. It crashed into a nearby tree, knocking it out cold.

Pure malice flowed around Luna, imbuing itself into the fabric of her being. The bite wound on her neck melted away, buried under leagues of pure darkness. Her body went from a soothing nighttime blue to a terrifying jet black. Her ethereal mane transformed into a wave of dark fire. Finally, her teeth drew sharp forming a razor edged, sinister grin.

After a few seconds, the energy cleared and the orb dissipated. When the last tendril of darkness was absorbed into the blackness of the night, she gracefully landed to her hooves. The mare marveled at her new form, embracing the sinister thoughts and overwhelming desires as the reborn Nightmare Moon.

It had seemed like forever since the last time she had been free. The most recent thing she remembered was being blasted by those ridiculous elements and forced into the lonely recesses of her weaker self’s soul, where she had been stuck for what seemed like eons. With a mere flourish of her wings, she dusted herself of her former identity, trapping Luna in her former prison. It was time for a much harsher mistress to take the helm of duty! One who could once again rule Equestria in eternal night!

“It feels so good to be back!” she cried darkly, stretching out her newly formed body. Then she looked around to determine where exactly that weakling Luna had taken her. At first she saw nothing but dead trees, but using her enhanced night vision, she spied something that had particularly piqued her interest. Lying not too far away was a strange, unconscious creature.

Then she took a moment to thoroughly examine the cataleptic beast. It was some kind of cross between a bat and a pony, but one very different from the blessing she gave to her royal night guards. Its mane was a light pink, ratty mess. Wide, hollow ears replaced the narrow pony ones. Its coat and leathery bat wings were a pale and sickly yellow. Long, pearly white fangs hooked out from the creature’s lips, a testament of its feral pride. It must have been this creature that released me by weakening the seal with its draining bite.

Myth had mentioned them before, but never in her many years had the princess ever believed she would see it: the rare and exclusive—vampony. Seeing this exceptional creature before her, she knew she had to reward the savage being with some… fun. A sinister smile slashed across her face as lewd thoughts invaded her mind. She knew exactly what to do with her new little friend.

But before she could begin her games, it dawned that she would need total seclusion in order to fully treat the yellow monster. Flying up above the decayed trees to check the relative area for any party-crashers, she spotted a large farmhouse not too far away in the distance. As much as it humored her to surprise the local residents with a lustful scene, she felt it was best to lay low until she was ready to make her move on a grand scale. Using her dark magic, Nightmare Moon teleported herself and her guest to a deeper part of the abandoned orchard, distancing them from the possibility any intruders.

Regaining her bearings, she quickly set up everything she would need for the fun night ahead. She cast several spells, boosting not only her libido, but that of the vampony as well. This caused her to become wet almost instantly, as she was in dire need of stimulation. Next came a spell that increased both their sexual endurance drastically, ensuring great pleasure for both parties. Continuing on, she then positioned the creature face down, with its flank raised high for Nightmare Moon to bask in its glistening glory. Pheromones densely permeated from the bat’s cave, sweetly scenting the sexual scene and adding to the lust even more. The alicorn made sure to sink down near the source and take a deep breath, inhaling the perfume and drenching her own royal crypt even more. And last, by a nearby tree, she removed her armor and shoes, completing her checklist and giving her the chance to begin playtime.

However, right before she was about to start, a question popped into her twisted mind. Who or what exactly is this creature? She was sure that she had seen this yellow bat somewhere before… but where? She circled the thing in thought, holding herself back from ravaging the unconscious beast.

It took her a second to recall, but the instance finally came to her. Ahh… I believe the creature in front of me was a part of that group that used the Elements of Harmony and trapped me in the first place! Which was it though? Not that Sun wretch’s student, not the rainbow one or the bouncy pink one, and it definitely was not the white unicorn… it must be the meek yellow one with the pink mane! What did that lavender unicorn say her name was… “Flutter... Shy?” But what was it that made her in this state?

Analyzing for a few more seconds, she came up with the answer. Perhaps some magical accident caused her to become this way. I believe this one was the mare who tamed my mighty manticore, so maybe some mishap occurred, fusing the timid pony with the feral form of a bat! Yes, that must be it!

Satisfied with the answer she gave herself, she returned to the matter at hand. It appeared that this “Flutter-bat” was finally beginning to wake up, signified by the small movements it made. This was the cue to start the magic. Using her slender horn, she quickly held the feminine vampony down, solidifying the humiliating position it was stuck in.

When the bat finally woke up, it was not happy to be held down and captive. It immediately began hissing violently, struggling rigorously against the blue bonds that held it. Still trying to escape, it looked around for its captor. But this too had no luck, for Nightmare Moon hid behind a nearby tree, silently laughing at the creature’s misfortune.

Content with the level of suffering Flutterbat was facing, the naked mare quietly revealed herself as she once again paced around the bound vampony. The vampony stopped its incessant flailing against her restraints just for a moment to hiss at her newly uncovered holder. This was soon followed by a barrage of attempts to attack the black alicorn.

“Quiet down beast!” she sharply started, hushing the pinned Flutterbat, “Listen to your master! ...You are in luck, bat. I have decided to reward you… a bit more personally.“ With each word she spoke, her sultry tone became smoother than soft velvet across one’s fur. “As a reward for freeing me from my prison, I shall grant you pleasures… pleasures that you would never even imagine.”

As she spoke, Nightmare Moon slowly began to make her move. Leaving the binds in place, she positioned herself right in back of the big, horny bat. Her glimmering snatch glowed in the dark night, eagerly awaiting something to penetrate it deeply. The strong scent of lust hung heavily around her arched backside. The princess took a second to relish in the scene before finally commencing her work.

Listening to her new “master”, the bat waited patiently, seeming to understand her the situation better. She seemed to realize what was about to occur, and it was actually anticipating it. This was most likely the combination of her being in heat and the spells cast on it previously. She squirmed at each steamy breath hit her lovenest. And as soon as she felt Nightmare Moon’s cool tongue enter her opening, she instantly melted from pure pleasure flooding her animalistic mind.

From the moment Nightmare’s lips touched the creamy marehood of the bat, her tastebuds were suddenly struck with the strong taste of apples. It was like biting into an overly ripe apple, a taste so sweet it was almost sour. Once the flavor settled, there was no stopping the probing! Her long, black extremity dove straight into the depths of the bat’s perfect, pink pussy. She traced every crevice of the honeypot, memorizing the spots that got the strongest reaction and going over them again and again. With each new lash, more and more juice poured out of Flutterbat’s vagina, which the thirsty princess greedily lapped up. More and more heat seeped over her as the pleasure stacked up higher and higher.

On the receiving end, no words could describe the intense feeling going through the wet vampony at that moment. When Nightmare Moon’s tongue drove into her, it was as if her whole body was consumed with unending waves euphoria. Each lick produced a deeper feeling of pure ecstasy; each swirl and swivel drove the bat more and more towards the brink of insanity. They shook her constricted body down to its core, as it wanted to kick and squirm from the intense stimulation. Every motion produced a carnal cry of yearning as thick saliva trailed from her mouth. Her heartbeat rose to match the pace of the assault, making her taking shallow, muggy breaths. The feeling of pure bliss drove everything else away from her mind, making her squeal and moan more. All this added to the piquancy, as she became closer and closer to her limit.

The cool air around the two permeated with the strongest scent of sex either of them had ever smelled. The musky reek was so potent, it seemed to engulf the area with their combined essences. The moans of the two bodies echoed throughout the black expanse around them with tremendous force. It was in this setting that the vampony released her building pressure across the thirsty alicorn’s face. Her love juices flowed freely out of her drenched love tunnel, creating quite a mess all over the floor.

As she reached this grand peak, Flutterbat was in the highest state of pure pleasure. Her mind drowned in great sensuality. It went completely blank as her inner animalistic convulsions took over her entire body. Her vagina clamped so hard against her lover’s tongue, that it felt as if she trying to cut it off. Finally, she let out a long scream that rang out and echoed around the two, before stopping to forcefully take in large amounts of breath.

Meanwhile, the alicorn, still sucking out all the vampony had to offer, was riding out her own pleasuring waves.

Then, from lack of focus, the binding spell released, causing them both toppling down on each other. There they lay for nearly ten minutes as their climaxes went their course, panting and moaning like madponies, losing all cognitive ability.

By that time, the clouds covering the moon had moved, coloring their carnal scene a majestic silver. It also brought the details of the area in clear view for the first time, revealing many new things, such as the large pool of their combined juices the cool grassy floor. Except for the loud panting sounds, the air was in a complete state of silence.

Needless to say, both mares needed at least a short intermission. The bat, more pleased than ever in her entire life, was still desperately gasping for air in the grass, while exhaling hot white steam. Even then, her marehood was still leaking her supple nectar, slowly flowing seamlessly as a faucet.

The princess was also a complete and utter mess. The cascading waters of the pony-bat’s river drenched the princess’ pristine and regal coat all over. It almost looked as if she had jumped into a river and instantly walked out. As it dried, she became sticky all over. Her belly was full from the sweet elixir of the vampony’s beautiful flower. It was in this state that they were interrupted by deep voiced “NOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEEE!”

For Big Mac, not even in his wildest dreams could he have imagined the extraordinarily lewd scene that laid before his eyes. His night certainly didn’t start out that weird. The evening began with his usual routine: rest from the field work, eat a hearty dinner, and help tuck Applebloom in. But after that, it was far from it.

Whispers of a ponynapper spread like wildfire throughout the small town. All the ponies seemed on edge. Everypony had been advised to stay indoors after sundown. So the Apple family particularly, being so far from help, was on high alert.

Feeling it was his brotherly duty to protect his kin, Big Mac decided to be on guard throughout the night, in case the alleged abductor showed their face. So after all his family members went to bed, he stood in wait, right outside the old barn facing the west field. On other nights, it had been quiet and rather peaceful under the starry expanse, but as the clouds drowned out the Moon’s icy cold embrace, something in the air felt different…

The initial pierce of the screams caused Mac to jump nearly two feet with surprise. From the sound of it, it seemed to originate a few hundred meters out ahead of him. Getting over the shock, he grabbed his trusty torch and ran into the darkness of the west field.

As he passed the numerous dead trees, galloping at full speed, he began to envision how this ponynapper would look like. The highlights of his ideas were a strange and intimidating monster, a crazy pony who escaped treatment in a mental ward, a changeling, or simply a big thug. But one thing he was certain of was that no matter who or what it was, he wouldn’t let it come anywhere near his family.

Big Mac’s thoughts were interrupted by the hissing of his torch going out. The cause of this was a combination of a frigid draft and his speedy sprinting. Without his light, he stumbled on a nearby root and crashed into the brush. Recovering, he fecklessly looked around to see his way back. All he could perceive was the unending void of darkness he was now trapped in.

But fate was not unkind to him on that day. Just as he had given up hope, a peculiar scent wafted through his nostrils. The aroma smelled sorta like Applejack and Applebloom on certain weeks of the month, but mixed with muskier odor. Thinking maybe it was either of them, he got up and started to briskly walk through the black masses towards the scent, stumbling frequently. After a few minutes, it got stronger and stronger, making him begin to feel weird, but his love for his family pushed him onward.

Finally he got to a clearing where the mysterious scent reeked so much, it was intoxicating. At that moment, the veil of darkness vanished instantly as the clouds opened up the bright moon and all its glorious light, giving him the ability to see the incredibly erotic scene in front of him.

Before poor Mac could even run away to find help, a dark energy seized him, lifted him up, and brought him over face-to-face with a recovered Nightmare Moon. His eyes widened, half in fear, half in arousal, as she leered at him seductively. Flutterbat leaned close to her, wrapping a foreleg around her master’s neck, stroking one side of her face. Her crimson eyes focused on their shared prey, hungrily examining the trapped stallion.

“A rather exquisite catch, don’t you agree?” Nightmare Moon asked, looking over Big Mac again. The vampony nodded. Now her mind was buzzing with even more ideas. “Shall we have some more fun then?” Flutterbat just grinned in response, her fangs protruding proudly outward.

A large smile slashed across Nightmare Moon’s face. Her eyes returned to the shaking Big Macintosh. Then they went further south, and her smirk spread wider. Before her stood a fat, erect member standing at attention, pulsing to stretch even bigger.

“Shall we?” she asked as she lifted the terrified stallion up and laid him down on the floor in front of them, like a platter of food. The bat nodded and smiled again, once more showing her long white fangs, and was already moving in for the attack.

Mac closed his eyes and braced himself for any type of pain they would inflict on him. He expected to have his blood drained almost to the point of death, and maybe beaten the rest of the way there by the resurrected Nightmare Moon. He was so terrified out of his mind, that he almost passed out in fear. Regardless, he definitely did not expect the sudden explosion of pleasure erupting throughout his whole body.

He opened his eyes to see Flutterbat’s long, pink tongue slowly moving up and down the top of his shaft, washing a warm and wondrous feeling throughout him. She lecherously stared directly into his eyes, causing him to blush, turning his already red face into a deeper crimson. The feeling only grew more intense at she swiveled around his head. Working that for a moment, she then turned her head to the side, he could feel a set of sharp fangs lightly prod his sensitive flesh, almost massaging it in rhythm with other special attention he was feeling. She licked in between the raring, juicy veins, ramming his mind with even more ecstasy.

For the vampony, she was having a grand time sucking on her new friend’s warm and pulsing meat stick. She savored the salty taste of the rod, sucking all the flavor she could off it. With her tongue, she wrapped around his head and began to massaging it. After a moment of that, she released her tight hold on the rock-hard organ, and then took it deeper and deeper down her throat, bobbing, coating it with her viscous and hot saliva. Plunging it further into her sensual cave, she was able to take the whole pole into her throat, which considering how large and long it was, was quite a feat.

That’s when Mac lost everything else that was on his mind. All his thoughts of protecting his family, catching the abductor, and finding his sisters were pushed out of the way by the extremely lewd scene before him. His mind was absorbed in the voracious bobbing of the bat; each creamy strike sending him to new heights of sexual pleasures. He felt something building inside him, slowly surging forward, expanding more and more every second the bat was working him.

Suddenly, his stallionhood exploded with raw euphoria, as he shot beam after beam of his milky white seed down Flutterbat’s throat. With it, he coated her throat with a fresh layer of thick paste. She swallowed as much as her could, but his semen has too much for her as it dripped down her mouth and on to the grass below. When his orgasm expired, she removed his now flaccid cock from her mouth with a pop, trailing chalky ropes of saliva and cum from her mouth.

Taking a second to enjoy the savory taste of her victim’s milk, she was disappointed to find that Big Macintosh’s member had shriveled up to a tiny little stub. Knowing that the fun must continue, she stared with her dark red eyes at the panting stallion. Soon his vision became unfocused, as he was completely under her control. Using her vampiric powers, she dove into his mind and implanted her command: “You shall please us until we are satisfied!”

Then his mind went blank, now completely lost under Flutterbat’s hypnosis.

Instantly, his dick stood up fully erect and pulsing. “Well done.” said Nightmare Moon, who had been watching the intimate scene play out from the sidelines. “Let’s have a little fun ourselves, shall we?” Nodding her head in agreeance, the horny bat-pony moved aside to let the princess take position over the hypnotized Mac’s dick. Then she positioned her own part on his neutral face. “It has be centuries since I had a stiff stallionhood in my mouth. I yearn to taste the creamy thickness of tasty semen down my throat once again.” With that, she began her work, taking the whole dick down almost instantaneously.

Now it was the vampony’s turn to pleasure her master. Activating her victim’s command, the stallion’s tongue roared to life and began to comb through the musty recesses of the regal vagina. While that occurred, Flutterbat herself started to impale the royal rosebud.

The moan the two received in response was priceless. This was quickly followed by more stifled squeals, as the two tongues sped up in perfect rhythm. But no matter what the level of stimulation was, Nightmare Moon would not lose. Using her own lengthy appendage, she swirled it around the stiff member and began to move faster, using the vibrations of her groans to stimulate it even further.

By now, a symphony of sexual sounds was echoing through the night. The stifled call of double penetration, the slapping of skin against skin, and the roar gushing waters highlighted as the myriad began to crescendo. The tempo increased as the finale became near. At last, the song peaked, and ended the piece with a chord of pure bliss.

Once again, Big Macintosh ejaculated rope after hot rope into a beautiful mare’s mouth, coating her throat with his velvety seed. This time around, his receptacle took all of it, drinking every drop like a thirsty filly drinking lemonade on a hot summer’s day.

The mighty Nightmare Moon also came from the plebeian, but it was seconds after his. She would have taken satisfaction in her victory if she wasn’t drowning in the highest states of ecstasy. Both her pleasurers were lapping at her seeming cunt, trying to take in as much juice as she could offer. A minute later, all the parties were panting wildly, their stamina was once again rebuilding itself.

Once all the ponies were back in prime condition, the princess removed herself from the red stallions face and stood, thinking about what to do next. Flutterbat also stood, but only the clean off her slave’s juicy meat stick. Looking over and watching her clean, the alicorn came up with a truly astounding idea. “Servant,” she started, “a new idea has come to mind, one that would give you energy and give me great satisfaction. First, I need you to allow your victim to perceive again, but make certain you do not give him his free will back.”

Flutterbat did as she was told. Once again she entered the mind of her captive and placed a new command: “Think, but still obey our every command and pleasure us!” When she went out of the mind, she immediately noticed the pure trepidation etched on his face, one that replaced the blank stare.

Now, Mac was scared out of his mind. He wanted to curl up into a ball and wake up from this sick nightmare that was torturing him. But he could not move a muscle no matter how hard he tried, petrified by some unseen force. Before him still stood the vampony and the evil Nightmare Moon herself, accompanied by his ever so stiff erection.

Seeing that their sex toy was awake, the princess once again spoke of her idea. “Now my vampiric friend, I want you to feast on his hearty rod! Feed, but do not drain too much, for we need him to fill us. Come join me after you eat to your heart’s content.”

Even before the alicorn had finished her sentence, the bat ran straight to the compact stallionhood. Examining it for the biggest vein, she looked over the dick. Finding the best one that wouldn’t incapacitate her servant, quickly sunk her fangs into an area just under his head, greedily savoring the nutritious crimson.

Big Macintosh wanted to die as soon as Flutterbat’s pearly white fangs pierced his proud member. It felt as if she hammered in a hard, rusty nail through the muscle and poured salt and lemon juice on it. He wanted to scream in agony and writhe in the pain, but his body would not let him. All he could do was endure the painful suffering until he woke up from this overly real nightmare. Seeing the pain in his eyes and face, Nightmare Moon laughed evilly aloud at the twisted scene.

All the while, the vampony happily gorged on Mac’s life nectar. Copious amounts of blood oozed leisurely down the side of the holey organ. She licked every little drop of the red elixir, going up and down the shaft, paying close attention to go over the gash, healing it slowly with her magical saliva.

Surprisingly, Big Mac felt pleasure from this. This caused him to promptly question what in Tartarus was wrong with him. He still began to feel light headed from the siphoned blood, but every drawn-out movement of Flutterbat’s tongue brought out a strange combination of suffering and bliss, mixed into one. Finally, after two minutes, she stopped, leaving him to wallow in his torment.

As she finished her meal, the bat walked over to the sitting princess. “Good job,” she said beckoning her closer, “now comes the fun part.” She moved her hoof to the vampony and pulled her in for a kiss. As their lips wrestled for control, the alicorn invaded her lover’s mouth and sucked the last of the stallion’s savory drops into her. Mmmmhhhh... she thought. Then, using her strength, she rolled herself on top of Flutterbat, making their lowers lips begin to kiss as well. The two ground themselves forward, moaning deeply into each other’s mouths, and splattering their juices on one another. The combination of the friction and the stimulation created a misty heat the spread over both their bodies.

Moments later, Nightmare Moon broke the kiss, trailing red saliva as their tongues separated. “Now slave, it is your turn to finally please us. Come, and satisfy us both!” At that, Mac’s body rose from its earthy prison, and stiffly walked over to the two mares. Though he was terrified, he also felt a sick excitement overcome him when he saw the two wet and tepid lips in front of him. His thoughts were interrupted when the alicorn exclaimed “Don’t just stare at it you fool! Penetrate us!” And with that, he surged forward.

The first thing Big Macintosh felt was more pain than pleasure. He was in the middle of the two mares’ lower lips, warming his member with their snug and sticky embrace. Then he pulled back and thrust forward again, eliciting a similar response. This went on as he moved faster and faster between the two, spreading a glutinous mess on both coats. His cock hurt more every time he moved.

Both Flutterbat and Nightmare Moon were having the time of their lives. They made out even deeper as the rock-hard cock rubbed them both in just the right way. Their moans rose as the tempo picked up, vibrating them as their mouths grappled. But soon this became too boring. These mares wanted to be filled, and Mac was just the stallion to do it.

Using her powers, the vampony made Big Mac penetrate her, while hoof massaging her master. Right as he entered her, she felt like she was going to rip. It filled every crack and crevice of her, touching her womb on the first strike. A tear came into her eye as she cringed with every rapid shove into her gaping marehood. It was no surprise when she came in thirty seconds from the assault, adding the viscous spays to the mix of other liquids on the coat of the others. Then she moved him to the alicorn.

The princess was ready when the stallionhood filled her innards. She reacted nearly the same as her lover, but without the tear. She was driven mad by the incessant pounding of the rod against her womb. It took her nearly a minute of hard, swift and rough sex for her to climax, expertly clenching the dick inside, kneading it as it was ripped from her.

By then, Mac couldn’t differentiate pain from pleasure. The two had been mixed for so long, he actually started to like the agony he was going through. But after enduring the orgasm of two mares, he was ready to unload several loads of pent up fury. So as the mares rode out their orgasms, he thrust like a madman between the two, stimulating two budding clits with each bout. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He was at his limit. So with one giant push he dumped superabundant amounts of cum all over their bodies. After a few seconds of that, he shoved his damaged member in each of them filling their love canals with white hot wrath. Then, as if by some mystical force, all the members fell asleep due to sexhaustion.

Awakened by the ancient pull of generations of farming blood, Applejack casually yawned she began to get ready. She went through her normal routine, preparing for a big day of Applebucking. Finished, she then called for Mac, but received no response.

Well that’s strange she thought. Up she went to go wake the sleeping stallion up, but to her surprise, he wasn’t there. Her thoughts immediately turning to the ponynapper, she ran outside, and sure enough there were hoofprints leading towards the west field. Grabbing her trusty lasso, she ran off, determine to save her brother from whatever evil clutches she would find.

Following the footprints lead AJ to the exact spot of the events. There, the morning sun revealed the remnants of the carnal escapades. Big Macintosh laid unconscious next to a cum-stained Princess Luna and Fluttershy. All three resting in a pool of dried sex juices. The whole area reeked of powerful pheromones, which made it very hard for the earth pony to even think straight.

After a few seconds of stammering, she was finally able to put the words together. “Big Mac. You got some esplainin’ to do!”