When the hunter becomes the hunted

You lay in your bed, unable to move due to a certain alicorn. It is now ten PM, and even though you would like nothing more than to get up from bed, you cannot.  You simply stare at the roof, your eye occasionally twitches.

You squirm in your place, trying to find a more comfortable position. But your mind does not seem to cooperate. Instead it prefers to recall back the events from earlier. You try to shake the feelings away. You try to focus on other things, like hunting and skinning. But each time your mind pulls you back to Nightmare Moon.

You wiggle a few more times, trying to escape the iron like grip of the dark mare. For a moment, you manage to slip a few inches and are about to fully escape your bed. But then Nightmare repositions herself and she now partially on top of you. Now not only you cannot move completely, you are also stuck in the least comfortable position.

Luckily for you, it seems that your constant movement is waking up Nightmare Moon. So with a few more wiggles, you manage to fully awaken her, which –for some reason- you now find less than ideal.

Nightmare yawns, and since she right on top of you, you get the front seat rows to be caught in her morning breath, which oddly resembled morning dew and a bit of sweetness. She then smacks her lips together and catches you off guard as she kisses you full on the lips.

You cannot hold back the moan as you are assaulted by the alicorn princess. You are not even sure if this is considered rape. It is not like you approving this, but you are not against it either.

Her gentle force surprises you as Nightmare is far less aggressive than earlier today. Her surprisingly tender lips press softly against yours. Her tongue is swirling around your teeth, begging for entrance, and in your lust addled mind, you oblige.

The two of you slowly make-out together as Nightmares ethereal mane slowly caresses your cheeks. Her body presses firmly across your form, trapping you under her. And now that your tongues are intertwined, you can also taste something sweet.

Was it her saliva!

You quickly become addicted to it as you force your head against hers, deepening the kiss and making the two of you moan in lust and ecstasy. Your hooves instinctively wrap around Nightmare's neck as you pull her that much closer.

Your small make-out session is cut short when Nightmare Moon removes her lips from yours and slowly rising on all four.

"Bathroom," she murmurs sleepily.

"Ah… what?"

"It is too early for us to play thou stupid games, peasant. Whither is the privy?"

It takes your brain a few seconds to fully comprehend what Nightmare said. "Oh, I don't have a restroom, at least not in the common sense of the word."

"Then what do ye have in thy possession?" asks Nightmare, sounding more irritated by the second.

"There's a pond a short walk to the north, I usually take a few necessities and go there."

Nightmare sighs and moves towards the exit. "What a barbaric way of living, We cannot believe We have chosen thee…" she grumbles.

But before you can inquire what Nightmare meant by choosing you, she already left. Realizing you are still in your bed, which by the way is covered in bodily fluids, you hop to your hooves and scramble towards a small cabinet near the bed. Inside it, there is a small collection of different assortments for your morning rituals, such as homemade toilet paper, a cheap comb, a sponge, different soaps, a toothbrush and toothpaste made by you. It contains a few different herbs and spring water. Your teeth must be at your best after all.

Taking the contents of the cabinet and placing them inside a small basket, you follow Nightmare's example and take the small journey towards the pond up north. On your way there, you manage to detect Nightmare's scent. You know it is her scent because you are familiar with every other scent in the forest. Not to mention your tiny hut reeks of it.

You shake your head and decide to focus on the forest instead. It is the start of a new night, and the forest is coming to life. Different nocturnal animals step out of their holes to greet you. None of them is naturally friendly, but you earned their respect. Mushrooms glow in the dark and illuminate the forest's floor with different shades of blue and green, some glowing moss also grows in these parts of the forest.

You can detect a few tree nymphs peering behind their trees at you, diving behind them and giggling each time you focus on one. A few brave nymphs even go as far as to wave at you, and you wave back. You learned long time ago that if you respect the forest, it will respect you in kind. Unlike what most ponies believe, the Everfree forest is just as magical as any other place in Equestria. You can smell its breathing with each step of your hooves. You can feel its heart beat with each pulsating second. You can hear its soft melody with each flick of your ears.

Yes, the Everfree forest truly comes to life during the night, and in more ways than one.

Arriving at the pond, you already notice Nightmare at the center. The silvery rays of the moon manage to penetrate the thin canopy of leaves from above, outlining Nightmare's figure and making her appear radiant. She is using her hooves to slowly draw circles on her flank. You cannot help but focusing on her round, well-toned plot. It is like you are in a trance.

You shake your head to the sides and tear your gaze from the undeniably beautiful goddess. You find a relatively secluded part near the water's edge and begin your nightly rituals.

After concluding your business behind a nearby bush and making sure your teeth are sparkling clean, you submerge yourself into the pond, sighing as the stress seemingly washes away together with the filth and dirt.

As you are about to reach for your soap, you feel a hoof slowly going from the base of your neck all the way across your spine. You spin around, only to be met by a wall of black fur. You feel your heart race as a hoof reaches for your chin and slowly lifts your head to meet two turquoise orbs.

"We require for ye to wash us, peasant. Our hooves are not enough to rinse away the grime."

You gulp hard, swallowing the sudden urge to say 'what' as well. You shakily nod your head. Pleased with your quick understanding, Nightmare turns around enough so her entire right side of her is facing you. Not waiting for her to lose her patience, you take the sponge and the soap from the basket and start scrubbing.

You only just started and already you can tell that there is nothing to scrub. Her coat, as far as you can tell, is already at top condition. You prepare to move someplace else since there is really no reason for you to keep scrubbing, but a grunt from Nightmare is all the warning the you need to not do it again, if she says scrub, you better damn scrub.

So you continue scrubbing. You move slowly and gently across the exquisite coat of Nightmare Moon. You make sure to wash each area of her right side at least twice. You do not want to anger Nightmare Moon again.

You prepare to scrub her side a third time, but Nightmare appears to have other plans in mind. She turns slightly, and in doing so she reveals her flank to your direction. Her transparent tail leaves you with an unobstructed view of her glistening marehood.

Very slowly, you move the sponge towards the princess, and ever so gently move it in circular motions across her flanks. Nightmare coos in satisfaction and shifts her weight back, leaning to your touch. The fact that your face is on par with her marehood does not help your concentration at all.

You finish with Nightmare's flanks and move across her inner thighs slowly. There is a tiny splash near you and you turn your gaze towards it to see what it is.

It is a fish.

A big…

Juicy…

Succulent…

Mouthwatering…

Tasty fish.

You lick your lips in anticipation as you remember that you have not yet eaten breakfast.

A sudden moan from Nightmare is causing you to jerk your head towards her again, and what you see causes your blood to freeze.

You accidentally brushed the sponge across her clit!

"Somepony is eager this morning," Nightmare coos as she moves her thighs back and forth, further stimulating her cunt while you stand there, stunned and slightly aroused, much to your dismay.

You jerk backwards and promptly fall into the shallow water. Your whole body is submerged except for your raging stallionhood. Your eyesight is distorted thanks to the water but you can vaguely see a black blob looming over you.

A second later you feel something warm and moist clamp over your stallionhood, a slimy appendage snakes across the head as it licks at your member with vigor. A second later, the warm and wet sensation gradually engulfs the rest of your pride as you instinctively move your hips forward. You almost cum then and there as the slimy appendage start to stroke your balls while the soft pair of lips moves up and down. You stifle a moan and try to crawl away from the maddening sensation, only to be pinned into place by a black hoof pressing strongly, yet gently, on your chest.

The sensations increase tenfold as your shaft is being sucked for all its worth. You can feel vibrations from the hungry maw as it swallows you whole, powerful and skilled throat muscles contract and relax around you.

You cannot contain yourself any longer as you moan into the water. Bubbles rise from your mouth and float to the surface of the pond. Only when the last bubble goes 'bloop' do you realize that you are slowly suffocating. You try to swim back to the surface, hooves flailing and wings flaring, but nothing seems to break the mare's grip on your chest. Just before you succumb to unconsciousness, you feel a sudden gust of cold upon your stallionhood and then come the most surprising sensation thus far. Two powerful lips eagerly lock with yours as a slippery tongue none to gently invade your mouth. An abrupt intake of air rushes past your mouth and into your lungs, filling you with much needed oxygen. And just as quickly as the kiss started, it ended.

At first you thought it was over, but then a different sensation encased your stallionhood. This feeling was moist too, but far hotter and with incomparable tightness. Again, your breath was taken away from you, causing you to jerk underwater. The black mass above you shifts and you can feel the same pair of plush lips press against yours and giving you oxygen.

The pressure on your shaft changes as you can feel the mare above you slowly lifting herself, and when just the tip remains inside her sacred temple, she drops back down. The sudden movement of her innermost muscles working over your shaft is nothing short of euphoric. The way she moves her hips up and down is addictive. The sense of brief cold, immediately followed by a searing hotness that accompanies each thrust is pure bliss. And just as you are about to suffocate each time you ran out of air, Nightmare presses her lips against yours and pumping air to your lungs.

Each thrust plants your backside deeper into the bottom of the shallow lake as your stallionhood is being used to completely fill the mare above you. You can hear her moan now, even though submerged. She must be pretty damn load then.

You almost completely lose your mind as a familiar pressure builds in the base of your shaft. You start thrusting your hips up instinctively as a result, faster and faster with each passing second. The moans above you become loader as a result and they in turn spur you even forward until you cannot keep up any longer.

You scream into the water as you experience a mind wrecking orgasm the likes you have never felt before. Thick strands of sticky goodness gush into the tight mare above you. Her muscles contract around your shaft, sucking your balls dry. This sensation alone is enough to cause your shaft to spasm.

Finally, the weight above you is lifted and you are able to resurface. You gasp once you break the surface of the lake, realizing that you stayed underwater for at least five minutes since the last time Nightmare gave you air.

You move your eyes across the pond, searching for any signs of Nightmare. You see her lying on the grass next to the lake. Her face is tinted red with blush. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and her tight cunt is constantly leaking a steady stream of your seed.

You do not know whether to feel proud, or terrified. What if you accidentally impregnated her? What will happen to the foal? Can you even raise a foal with Nightmare Moon? And why are you even thinking about raising a foal with Nightmare Moon?!

Then it hits you.

What if this was not Nightmare Moon? What if this is an imposter trying to gain free fucks from you? It would be a cold day in Tartarus before Nightmare Moon, the mare who tried to make the night last forever, would steep so low as to have sexual engagement with the likes of you.

Finally, Nightmare rises on all fours and looks at you, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Well? Art thou going to stand there all day, or art thou going to help us dry ourselves?"

That does it! Whoever that imposter is, it cannot be Nightmare Moon.

"N-No!" you proclaim. Your hooves shake slightly in their place.

Nightmare takes a step back, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. She was not expecting that response from you. Nevertheless, once the initial shock wears off, her mouth closes with an audible 'snap' and her eyes narrow into tiny slits.

"What… did thou just said?!" She says in a dangerously low voice, a small growl can be heard from the base of her throat.

"I-I said no. You c-can stick your request s-s-straight up your plot hole!" you utter. Your hooves are now shaking violently, making ripples across the water surface.

Nightmare lowers her head as she exposes her teeth. "Let me break it down to you, peasant!" she spats as she closes the distance between you, forsaking her old language in the process. "You are mine and mine alone. If we tell you to jump, you ask 'how high'. If I tell you to dry me off, you make damn sure that every single hair on my body is water-free. And if I tell you to rut me silly, you place your dick into my cunt until your balls shrivel and drop!"

You are now in full panic mode as Nightmare touches your nose with her. You can feel her hot breath across your face as you are about to shit bricks.

Throwing caution to the wind, you move back in order to put some distance between you and glare at Nightmare right back. You are royally screwed either way so why the heck not.

"Oh yeah! Well you can take your hunted, thousand years old vagina and bite me, because there's no way, no how I'm continuing with this ridiculous situation. You want to fuck, buy yourself a bucking dildo you… you… you hag!"

"That does it!"

Nightmare charges her horn as the air around you suddenly smells of ozone. You hear a small crackle and just barely leap into the air before the water is struck by a lightning bolt. Your wings flap steadily but your mind screams at you. Before you can register what happens next, Nightmare spreads her wings and leaps straight at you. You manage to dodge the spear- like horn of the crazy alicorn before picking a random direction and zip past the trees.

You hear her roar behind you, the noise spurs you even further. It's the fastest you have ever flown. A tree to your right is singed to a pile of ash as you double your efforts. You bank to the left and then immediately to the right, trying to shake Nightmare off your tail. Unfortunately, she's got quicker reflexes than you originally thought, and she was not fazed by your quick turns.

You begin to sweat as you feel her breath on your neck. The sounds of powerful wings penetrate your ears and make you slightly whimper.

Something catches your eye as you zip past the forest: An especially dense line of trees stands in your way. There's no way around it, and the only passage is a small hole, just barely big enough for a pony your size to fly through.

You give another powerful flap and aim for the hole in the bark. Nightmare seems to realize your plans as well, seeing as she's firing more spells at you. You dive as a thunderbolt misses your head by mere inches. You fly close to the ground, your wings creates a cloud of dust in your wake. You use the momentarily distraction to aim straight at the hole. You fold your wings to your sides at the last second, and shoot like a bolt through the hole as small pieces of wood scrape against your sides and cut across your body. You land

unceremoniously on the other side of the wall of trees but you wait naught for Nightmare to blast her way through it as you pick yourself up and spread your wings.

The look of pure horror and confusion crosses your face when you land straight on your muzzle instead of flying. You look back at your wings and curse silently. The membrane between your thin fingers was tattered in some places, rendering your wings useless. You feel your blood run cold when you feel a large rumble from behind you. You scramble back to your hooves and start running instead.

Despite what urban legends and myths span around thestrals say, you do not, nor do any other thestral, have good eyesight. It does not matter if it's day or night. Your eyesight is just as good as any other pony, so running at full speed inside the Everfree at night is not preferable. Using echolocation is almost useless as well. By the time you emit ultrasonic sounds and 'see' the general layout of your immediate vicinity, you already zip past it to put as much distance between you and Nightmare.

Luckily, you had one advantage over Nightmare. You knew this place like the back of your hoof.

You run aimlessly until you spot a landmark. It was a taller than usual tree with a thick bark, darker leafs and a heavy fruity scent coming from the tree. You smirk internally as you draw nearer. Only when you are practically hugging the tree you can see a small, barely visible hovel near the bark. Quickly, you dive straight into hovel, praying that Nightmare won't be able to detect you.

"The tree should mask my scent," you mutter, trying to calm your nerves. "I hope…"

Minutes turned into hours and still no sign of Nightmare. The forest was deathly quiet as the wind stopped howling. You remained in the hovel for all this time, not moving in the slightest and keeping both ears at high alert. It seems that the quietness only served to stress you even further. At least when you heard Nightmare during the chase you knew where she was, even if it she was just behind you. But now, with no voice to be heard and no sound to detect, it felt like you are being watched.

You know something is out there.

You know Nightmare is out there.

But you can't bring yourself to move a single muscle. Your heart, despite being still for so long, was still beating rather fast for your liking.

You almost yelp in surprise and shock when you hear the rustling of leafs nearby. Your breathing comes to a stop as you your gaze lands upon the source of the noise. A few bushes straight ahead of you were moving.

Something was coming this way.

You feel your blood run cold and your body turns rigid as you focus every bit of attention towards the bushes.

You almost scream when you see Nightmare Moon emerging from the shrubbery, the only thing stopping you was her look.

She was breathing heavily. Her wings drape across the ground. Her fur is matted with dirt and scratches. Her mane, once wispy and ethereal, is now limp. Her eyes are no longer filled with hate but concern, rather. A few dry trails of tears glisten to the moon's silvery glow. Every few seconds her voice would hitch, like she was about to start crying again.

"Where are you?" she barely whispers. Her once demanding and terror inducing tone was now pleading and desperate. "Please… come back to me…"

She takes a few more steps before her legs betray her and she collapses to the hard, unforgiving ground. Her heavy breathing turns labored as fresh tears flowing down her cheeks. She gives one last desperate whimper before falling unconscious.

You just stand there, unable to understand what you are seeing.

If she was a fake Nightmare Moon, she just sealed the deal. There is just no way the real Nightmare moon would act like this. And yet, the look of pure helplessness on her face

can't be a fake, can it?

Nightmare Moon was renowned for her tricks and the manipulation of matter so it won't surprise you that it was just a ruse to lure you out of hiding so she could exact her revenge upon your mortal soul.

So being the rational, level headed thestral that you are. You chose the obvious, reasonable, and completely safe tactic.

You come out of hiding and approach the downed Nightmare Moon.

Despite your brain trying to tell you it was all an act, and that Nightmare would spring into action in any second now, nothing happened. Nightmare Moon stayed down. The only sign that she was alive was the very slow rise and fall of her chest.

As you draw near, you notice that her body was slightly transparent. She looks weak, and pathetic. It's like a shroud of fear that was constantly wrapped around her have disappeared. She does not look like the scary monster the stories always tell.

Slowly, you take another careful step towards her. You are now right above her. You extend your hoof forward and slowly, carefully nudge her once.

She does not respond, but you do notice something. The patch on Nightmare's body you touched with your hoof turned more vivid to look at. It was, however, quickly becoming transparent the second you remover your hoof from her.

Bit by bit, you step backwards as quiet as possible. Once you make sure you are out of hearing distance, you turn tail and walk away.

"Phew… I got away from… her…"

You gently crane your head to gaze back on Nightmare as questions fill your head. Is it the right thing to do? Will Nightmare just wake up and resume the hunt? Can you leave her behind?"

Sighing in defeat, you shake your head. "No… it would be wrong of me…"

Begrudgingly, you turn back and go back to where Nightmare Moon still lay unconscious. You gently pick her up and place her on your back. Once you make sure she won't fall off, you start the long trek back to your home.

"I just know it's going to bite me in the flank in the end..."