When the hunter becomes the hunted

There is nothing quite like the feeling of waking up naturally. No pesky alarm clocks, no obligations, and no important events that preoccupy the mind and stir you awake. And the holy reason why is because today was sweet, blessed and welcomed Luna-given Saturday night, the most joyful of nights and the best one in your opinion by far.

Just the feeling of waking up without having to get up immediately makes you smile sleepily. You snuggle deeper into your extra comfy blanket as a content sigh escapes your lips.

Usually, you would have to wake up extremely early in the evening to see if you caught any prey in one of the many traps you placed around the Everfree. Then, you would have to carry said prey and drag it across the hostile forest all the way to your hut and skin it, leaving the clean hide in the sun while making sure every piece of meat is used. Living alone in the middle of nowhere can be tough but it also keeps you on your hooves at all times. Once the meat has been used, either for immediate food or preserved for the harsh, uncontrolled winter of the Everfree, you take the dried skin off the rack and make all manner of furred and leather products, which in turn are sold for a hefty fee near one of the many thestral colonies surrounding the area.

Your hut is not big by a long shot. The best way to describe it would be cozy. Most of the walls are covered with furs and hides to prevent cold from seeping through the simple logs that made said walls. The kitchen is basically a bunch of simple tools around an isolated fire pit which serves both to cook your food as well as to keep the house warm, it is also the only source of light you possess. There is a trap door in the far corner of the room leading down to the refrigerator, which is basically a basement. It is enchanted so that it always remains cold. That way, you can keep the meat fresh for long periods of time. There are no windows in the hut, nor does it have a front porch outside. Those kinds of luxuries are not worth the time and money.

You are not poor, but you are far from being wealthy. This lifestyle suits you rather nicely, despite having to work your flank off almost every night of the week.

But Saturdays nights are different. Saturdays nights are nights in which most activities around the colonies are at its lowest, which means it usually does not worth the trip to sell your products. Being a thestral yourself makes the hunting and gutting your prey much easier. Being born as a natural hunter with keen senses often makes the thestrals prime candidates for enlisting the royal guard, and even though being a soldier does has a certain appeal to it, it cannot compare to the thrill of the hunt.

You turn around in your amazingly comfortable bed and move your head across the furry surface of your pillow.

Yes, there is nothing better than to simply take it easy, sleep as much as you want, and just let the mind drift-

Wait a minute! You do not have a furry pillow!

Slowly opening your eyes, you try to understand what you are seeing in front of you, which by the feel of it, was a massive bulge of black fur, the blackest you have ever seen. And judging by the slow rise and fall of said bulge, as well as the odd heat it emanated, you can safely conclude that there is something alive with you in your bed.

So, being the rational, calm, collective, and totally reasonable stallion that you are… you scream like a little filly as you fall off your bed.

Luckily for you, your 'bed' was nothing more than a bunch of sheets laid on the floor, so there is not a lot of a height difference between the bed and the surface.

You clamp your mouth shut, realizing that waking up whatever beast from the Everfree have wandered into your bed is not the best of ideas. You slowly hyperventilate as the furry bulge shifts and flail its hooves to better grip the blanket and wrap it around itself.

You heave a sigh of relief as it dawns to you that whatever have invaded your bed is a pony, and not some mindless beast that would have killed you without a second thought. Still, you now have an uninvited guest in your home, though why it chose to sleep next to you is beyond your understanding.

You shakily rise to your hooves and ever so slowly make your way towards your bed to have a better view at your guest. The mass of fur was only partially concealed by your blanket, so you just about manage to take a small glimpse at the pony.

At first glance, you manage to deduce that the pony was actually a mare, a big mare. Not big as in 'fat', but big as in… well… big. She was more close to the size of a Saddle Arabian than an Equestrian pony. Another odd thing about her was her absurdly long horn. Usually, a unicorn's horn is only half the length of his or her head, but the mare in your bed has a long and spikey horn that is at least double the length of a normal pony's head. The mare shifts again, and in doing so revealing a set of wings so long, that her wing span is probably longer than your hut from one end to another.

Wait! Only alicorns possess both wings and horns, and that pony is unlike Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, or even Princess Mi Amore Cadenza. The only other alicorn you know is…

A cold chill goes up your spine and along the rest of your body as you recognize the familiar features of the alicorn in front of you. It was the same alicorn that promised eternal night, the same alicorn that got trapped in the moon for a thousand years. And that same alicorn was sleeping in your bed.

The last bits of your sanity finally crumble as you begin to cackle. At first it was subtle enough, but as time passed, the louder your chortle became.

You laugh like a madpony, completely unaware of the shifting on your bed. All you can do is lie on your floor, holding your hind legs close to your barrel, and rock back and forth. It was not until you were physically unable to move that you regained your senses.

You can feel something breathing down on your neck as you are being magically lifted from the ground. A moment later, you are face to face with two turquoise eyes glaring directly at your soul and freezing you to your very core.

Nightmare Moon.

"Why did you leave?" she asks coldly.

"W-what…" you manage to stutter.

"Why did you leave the bed? Or do we have to repeat ourselves a third time?"

At this point, there is only one coherent thought that you can come up with. "What?"

Nightmare Moon growls as you feel yourself being magically yanked from your spot in mid-air and drifting towards your bed. Nightmare crawls back into the warm blanket and you feel yourself being drawn to the free space left on the bed.

Once on the makeshift mattress, the magic that holds you in place ceases, only to be replaced by four strong hooves wrapping around your form and bringing you closer to the alicorn in your bed. You try to say something, to protest, to cry for help, to yell. But your voice is being effectively muffled by the furry chest you are being pressed into.

You can hear Nightmare Moon sigh contently as she nuzzles the top of your head and magically lifting the blanket to cover the both of you, though because you are on par with Nightmare's chest, the blanket covers you completely and all you can see is darkness.

"Hmm, so soft," Nightmare purrs.

Soon, the close proximity starts to affect your senses. Your blanket was thin so you cannot really choke. No, it was the smell. Being a thestral, your sense of smell is highly developed, as well as your hearing, and what you currently smell is heavenly, roses with a hint of vanilla. Another thing you notice is Nightmare's heartbeat. It was constant and stable. You can feel her breathing as well, not to mention the heat from being pressed against another living being.

All those factors, combining with the fact that you are in bed with not just any mare, but Nightmare Moon herself, is causing a very startling reaction on your part. You can feel yourself getting excited by the second. Being physically embraced with Nightmare Moon makes your mind conjure up some very lewd thoughts. It does not help that she shifts ever so often and rubbing certain parts in your body.

Soon, a much neglected part of your body is being persuaded out of his hiding hole as he becomes larger and firmer. It was just a matter of time until Nightmare realizes that there is a certain part in her cuddle teddy that was not so sleepy. She rubs it a few more times with her inner thighs.

Her suspicions are being proven correctly when a long muffled groan is heard from you.

Nightmare groans as she realizes that in your state of mind, sleep might not claim her easily. So, she decides there is only one way to shut you up.

With a sudden yank, the blanket is being shoved away from the bed, leaving your stallionhood exposed to the warm air. Still trapped within Nightmare's clutches, you can do nothing as Nightmare deliberately rubs her inner thighs along your shaft in slow and gentle movements. You can feel yourself rub against something warm that turns moist the more you grind against it. You can feel Nightmare's breathing quickens as she tightens her grip around you, making each caress that more pleasurable.

Suddenly, Nightmare stops her constant rubbing and instead opts to dry humping you. You can feel her wet lower regions with each contact of her pelvis with yours. The scent of roses and vanilla is getting stronger as well, clouding your mind and blurs your judgment. You are no longer pony as you mindlessly pound back, increasing the pleasure from the friction and causing you both to moan in pleasure.

You try to shift your gaze upwards, seeing if what you are doing is affecting Nightmare in any way. Unfortunately, her grip is stronger than you initially thought. Your head is firmly locked in place. A small part of your mind starts to panic at the loss of sight. Being a thestral, sight was always a bit problematic. Unlike common belief, thestral see just as bad as any other ponies, so not being able to see entirely sends chills down your spine. But the larger part of your mind, currently controlled by your libido, finds the situation of complete helplessness arousing, suddenly becoming the prey rather than the hunter.

Nightmare stops abruptly and moans lustfully directly into your sensitive ears. A torrent of fluids rushes from deep inside Nightmare and coats your shaft with it. The smell of roses and vanilla is now stronger tenfold, further fueling your lust.

It does not take long for Nightmare to realize that in her attempt to exhaust you, she involuntarily made herself a bit excited herself. With a groan, she rises from her place in the bed, startling you in the process, turns around, straddling your form, and promptly sits on your face.

"Look at what you have done, peasant! Now satisfy your princess so she may go to sleep already. Lick!"

You do not need a repeat this time round as your mind is now running solely on pure animalistic instincts. Your muzzle is already soaked from being shoved between the princess' moist thighs so all you can do really is open your mouth and bring your long thestral tongue into the play field.

Your eyes widen when the first taste of Nightmare's fluids invade your mouth. Unlike her scent, the taste of her mare cum is totally different, sweet, but not overly so, with a bit of tanginess. It was like drinking nectar, and you cannot have enough. You close your eyes and within no time at all, you move your tongue all over Nightmare's outer lips and inside on them, lapping at Nightmare's cunt like it was the tastiest of lollipops and finally settling on sucking on it.

And speaking of lollipops, Nightmare just found her to suck on. She first gives you a long and prolonged lick from the base of your shaft all the way up, giving the top a kiss that sends electrical bolts up your spine. She then uses her freakishly long tongue to reach for your testicles and fondle with them.

You moan straight into Nightmare's clit, making her moan as well, the vibration travels up your spines and causes you to shiver in delight. You reopen your eyes and set your sights upon Nightmare's other hole, just inches away from you. You do not know why, but the thought of exploring it as well turns you on. You release Nightmare's nub with an audible 'pop' and move your tongue all the way up towards her other entrance. You slowly lick around the hole before promptly shoving the entirety of your tongue into her.

You can hear a large intake of air followed immediately by Nightmare's loudest moan yet, right on the verge of screaming. She turns her head towards you and glaring at you.

"Next time you pull a stunt like that you will ask for permission, are we understood, subject!"

You nod eagerly while your tongue still deep inside of Nightmare. Not wanting to be outdone by a peasant, Nightmare opens her mouth wide and descends upon you. The sudden mix of warmness and tightness around you lower half almost pushes you over the edge. Only by sheer willpower did you manage to contain yourself.

You return to your frantic licking and prodding, too overwhelmed by the taste and scent to think coherently. It does not help that Nightmare sucks on you like her life depends on it. As you tend to the space between Nightmare's ass and cunt, you try to move your head to have a better view on what Nightmare is doing.

Sensing your curiosity, Nightmare chuckles and rises on all hooves ever so slowly. Your tongue, still inside her ass, slowly slides outside from her hole as she rises to her full height. Nightmare then turns around and positions herself between your hind legs, looking at you with her piercing gaze.

Without missing a beat, Nightmare is back to sucking on your rod, only this time, she keeps constant eye contact with you while making exaggerated slurping sounds. She moves up, and then down is a steady rhythm. Her mouth is heavenly. It is soft and tight and welcoming and warm. You mind goes absolutely crazy as the mare bobs her head frantically.

She then released your stallionhood from her mouth and say simply and sultry, "Come for me, now!"

That was the last straw as you feel a familiar pressure move across your shaft and bursts forth from the tip, covering Nightmare Moon's face with thick white ropes of goo. Her mouth is wide open despite the fact that most of the cum lands all across her muzzle and chest. Once the raging torrent subsides, Nightmare plunges again in an attempt to suck whatever might still be inside of you. Once satisfied, Nightmare uses her long tongue to get the rest of the cum that missed her mouth. She then opens her mouth wide open while playing with the cum inside of her mouth before closing it shut and gulping mouthful after mouthful of cum. You can see a bulge going down her swan like neck before she settles again next to you on the bed and latches onto you.

"Now that we are satisfied, we will not tolerate any more interruptions," she declares.

Finally, after probably having the greatest orgasm in your life, you truly understand the consequences of what you just did.

'I... just had sex with Nightmare Moon…'