Fall of Equestria: What a Fright
Author's Note
A short but sweet story that I was asked to write the week before Halloween. If I'd had more time, I could have gone further into it, but it certainly makes me want to write more about Zecora in the future!
Sort of sequel to: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/226251/fall-of-equestria-maze-of-despair
What a Fright
“No rhyming,” Hirthir commanded in his no-nonsense tone. “It grates on my ears and you have a bad habit of not answering questions with it.”
Zecora drew her head back sharply with a hiss of breath. “But sir,” Zecora replied. “All I do is speak in rhyme. If I cannot, then-” At Hirthir’s glare, Zecora changed what she was about to say, “I will comply.” It felt strange not to rhyme.
“Good,” he pointedly remarked, stepping past Zecora and full-on slapping her ass through her Nightmare Night cloak. Zecora squealed and slammed her tail down over her hindquarters.
She watched her handler leave the backstage and steeled herself for the coming show. She’d done Nightmare Night for ponies once before, but not like this. As before, she wore her Witch Doctor costume, albeit with several changes. One being she had only been permitted her cloak instead of the full outfit. This left her fully bare beneath. The other being that Hirthir had inserted two large plugs into her.
They filled her ass and cunt from their openings all the way into her depths. Zecora felt them shift about within her with each step while they stretched her openings wide around them. Another change was the fancy chain attached to her clit ring making its way up her belly and splitting to connect each of the larger rings in her nipples. Every movement made them pull against each other, sending shivers through her body. Around her neck sat her ceremonial rings, though painted red long ago with a leash ring attached to the front.
The crowd outside cheered, jeered, and called out through the thick curtains between her and the stage. Zecora took in a deep breath and released it slowly, meditating a brief moment and calming her mind. She stepped through the curtains into the starry night beyond and looked out onto the crowd arrayed before her.
Most quieted down, though she heard one rather exuberant stallion yell, “I heard once you go Zebra, then you’ll never release her!” Several others laughed around him and threw their own catcalls at her.
Zecora looked out into the crowd, noting the large amounts of stallions with their red and black-collared slaves. Bands of purple could be seen here and there throughout the throng. Even a few caribou stood scattered amongst the equestrians, their towering antlers standing well above the others. Hirthir stood off to the side watching her. No rhyming permitted. “I welcome you all. Colts and fillies, great and sm- little. Nightmare Night reigns dark and cold, with a story to be… said.”
Off to the side, Hirthir cocked his eyebrow but did little more. Inwardly, Zecora sweated. It would only take one mistake to bring the hammer down. She took careful consideration to plan out her story without rhyming and ruining the night for herself.
“Long ago, a mare dark and scary rose up. She disobeyed all, only to threaten. So come with me to the forest and a tale there I will tell,” Zecora managed, though with a bit of difficulty. She walked down to the end of the stage with a grace that only zebras could manage, her chain and rings jingling. Here comes the fun part. My ass shall surely smart.
She made her way down the stairs and toward the crowd, who mostly parted. Plenty of stallions stood in her way, though. Zecora avoided their gazes, some of them hungry for more than just a view of her pierced and plugged cunt. She walked around each one while she made her way through the crowd, yelping at each loud smack to her ass, and keeping her legs parted just enough for the gropes that inevitably found themselves meandering between her legs or along her breasts.
One stallion even grabbed the chain and yanked her over. Startled, Zecora whispered to the earth pony, “Right now, I am busy. But perhaps after, we shall see?” Her smile and come hither expression showed him promises of what was to come later in the night. “I shall be easy to find. Nor do I truly mind.” He released her with a chuckle and she continued her journey. Zecora eventually broke free of the crowd. Behind her, ponies gathered to make the journey with her. Reds and Blacks alike clung to their masters when they entered the Everfree, and more than a few of the stallions carried along toys of their own. Crops, whips, even a dildo here and there numbered amongst them.
The familiar clearing opened up ahead of the group, and in the middle stood a statue. This one, however, was not of Nightmare Moon. Instead, it was of Luna in Nightmare Moon’s armor, restrained into a kneeling position. Luna’s horn was missing, and her wings were bound in sheaths. Above her stood Dainn, his mighty hoof pressing into Luna’s back and forcing her to bow to all onlookers.
Zecora stood before the statue and glanced across the ponies gathered. There were not as many as had been in the crowd, but she could sense the energy amidst them. The stallions were excited, the Reds were nervous, and the Blacks confused or bored.
“Gather around and listen to my tale,” Zecora’s voice boomed out while her arms drew up above her head, “of how Nightmare Moon came to be.” One hand lowered to reach into her cloak and pull from it a precious pouch of green powder. Hirthir had allowed her the one pouch, so she had to make it last. He’d also made sure it was properly adjusted. The powder had a heavy aphrodisiac element to it that would not only affect her, but all the ponies around for the event that came after her tale.
She pulled a handful from the pouch and threw the green powder in an arc through the air. It shimmered as it drifted down, then swirled about and formed into a picture of an alicorn mare on her hands and knees accepting a male’s gift upon her face. “Our very own Luna was sought for far and wide for her body, and yet, she was not pleased by what she was given.” As cum splattered across her face, Luna’s indifferent expression became one of disgust. The image swirled again, this time of Luna spitting a stallion’s load onto the ground. “She balked against those gifts, against the stallions that sought her out. Many times she would sulk, and even pout!”
In the audience, Hirthir’s eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms, though Zecora did not notice. She focused on her story, enjoying the feel of using zebra magic again, if only for the one time she was permitted. “Those that sought her charm and body were soon sullen at her attitude, and came with more than their gifts, but also crops and whips to punish!” Zecora exclaimed, writhing her fingers in the air while the picture shifted again. Luna was chained to a wall, cum coating her body in streaks while a stallion smacked a paddle against her rear. And yet, Luna’s expression only went from disgust to anger.
Zecora suddenly threw her arms out at the crowd, and the cloud of dust spread out over them and settled over all the ponies. She grabbed a fresh handful from her pouch and blew it from her palm, the crowd’s excitement and wonder infecting her. Zecora threw herself into the river of story, the words flowing from her mouth as if she were a part of it herself. “Until one day, Luna’s anger burst! To all of the ponies that came to her, she curs-” Zecora caught herself quickly and said instead, “blighted their names!”
The cloud swirled once again, developing a new picture. It showed Luna yelling at a group of stallions, and she even struck out at a couple. Mares in the crowd gasped in horror. To even think about striking a stallion was severely punishable. Actually doing it? One Red cried into her master’s side while beside her a black rolled her eyes.
“Her anger raged forth and consumed her! In Luna’s place was Nightmare Moon!” Flames surrounded Luna and a mare who knew no boundaries walked out from them, sending the stallions fleeing. “She brought down eternal night and threatened to ruin all that ponies have worked for! However…” Zecora waved her hand in the glowing mist and separated a portion of it to form several tall, muscular, and heroic looking caribou.
“Our noble and gallant masters heard our cries! They gathered their best and sent them forth to conquer the upstart mare that threatened all that lived,” Zecora explained while the caribou ran through the mist at Nightmare Moon. She struck out at the caribou, and yet when she connected, her blows did nothing. They easily subdued her, and though she struggled in her bonds, she could not break them. “The caribou were too much for her feminine weakness.”
The second cloud blew out over the crowd. Zecora could already feel it taking effect as a warmth spread through her nethers and she itched to use her hands or even remove the plugs to plunge them into her aching holes until her fluids sprayed across the ground in orgasm. She threw her hand up into the air, showering dust down around her and gathering it for the next portion of her story. She looked out into the crowd through the mist, a smile spreading across her face while the mist’s glow sent highlights over her features. “Nightmare Moon was banished away by the Masters to the moon, where she found herself imprisoned and punished for a thousand years.”
“She was not permitted to walk, instead bound and plugged so that while she received pleasure, she could neither stand nor orgasm! The years went by for her, and she eventually forgot how to walk!” More than a few reds gasped, and even a couple blacks blanched at the thought.
The images showed Nightmare crawling across the Lunar surface, chains binding her limbs together and preventing her from standing. Her tail was lifted high, while beneath, a large plug filled her ass, and several vibrating eggs were attached to her soaked lips, leaving dribbles of mare arousal behind her with each step. A long path showed where Nightmare Moon had already been.
“Once she was broken in and her chains removed, the Masters began her training! They prepared her backside for a good deal of use, making sure she was anally penetrated upwards of twenty times a day,” Zecora continued, her asshole feeling twinges of pity pain for what Luna went through in her story, as well as the rough entry of the plug currently stretching her open.
The mists swirled, revealing Nightmare Moon taking increasing sizes of toys and other objects up her ass, many without lube. Her expressions and screams worried more than a few blacks in the audience, especially once Nightmare showed signs of enjoying it. This sent murmurs of approval and other whispers through the crowd.
One stallion even said down to Lyra, his black, “When we return home, I believe it’s time we began some of this training. It seems quite effective.” Lyra slumped down on the ground and wilted at the words.
A new image formed of Nightmare Moon being thrown unceremoniously against the shell of a rape vine. She stared at the plant in horror, its segments opening and releasing its various tentacles around the mare. Nightmare turned to crawl away, but she was not fast enough. Tentacles darted out and wrapped around her limbs. They lifted her up even through her struggles, effortlessly holding her in place.
“Rape Vines are a delicious treat,” Zecora quipped. “If a Black into submission you wish to beat.”
A tentacle suddenly drove itself straight into Luna’s ass, eliciting a few yelps from blacks and even reds amongst the audience. A second joined the first, writhing to and fro until it found enough purchase to push itself into the mare’s ass along with the first. Before the presence of the second fully registered to Nightmare, a third tentacle dragged its tip along her slit and writhed about while it slipped itself into her cunt and pumped itself into her with quick strokes.
“Humiliating acts and pain were all that Luna had earned,” Zecora hissed, her eyes falling upon each of the black collars up front. Many cowered from the images portrayed before them. More than one stallion rubbed his chin or whispered to his neighbor, potentially planning brand new punishments for their black collars.
I tire of being unable to rhyme. The itch in her loins had grown to uncomfortable levels. Perhaps the end of my inability is in time? She knew she would be punished, but oh would she enjoy it. She needed it badly.
She manipulated the clouds of mist to show various scenes of Nightmare Moon’s punishment. From complete sensory deprival, the mare being encased in rubber with only a breathing tube as her companion, all the way to a hundred whips scoring welts all over her body despite her screams. In more than a few as time went on, Nightmare Moon showed herself enjoying them more and more.
“Until one day, a certain punished mare of night made her return. For Night Eternal did she again yearn. Once again she was downtrodden, but she would no longer be forgotten,” Zecora began rhyming again, falling back into it with a sigh of relief. “For every year we gather round to hear stories of her abound. Yet now this punished mare no longer requires your candy. She finds rape vines and cum just as dandy,” she laughed out the last bit and threw her arms up into the air while Hirthir made his way around the outer edges of the crowd.
Using the last of the dust, she reformed the mists and showed Luna pushing aside a pile of candy to instead sit herself down on a waiting stallion’s cock. Rape vines entwined themselves around her body, one making its way around her muzzle before shoving itself into her maw.
“Remember, all you ponies to beware the woods tonight. There are many creatures out there that can give quite the fright,” Zecora laughed. Overhead the clouds parted and two bat ponies burst down out of them, pulling a chariot behind them. Upon the chariot sat two creatures. Luna was bent over, her head in stocks. Her arms were behind her back in a black sheath harness and her legs were shackled to the floor of the chariot.
Behind Luna stood her caribou handler, who had the mare’s tail lifted and was buried balls deep in her ass. His thrusts were quick and done with such force Zecora thought Luna would barely be able to even crawl. By the look on Luna’s face, she was enjoying it far more than she thought she would.
The caribou thrust himself into Luna to the hilt just as the chariot landed, his grunts of pleasure mixing with Luna’s whines. He slipped himself out from the mare, cum dribbling out of her ass to splatter upon the chariot floor. Reaching over, the caribou pulled a lever. The manacles popped open and the stocks disengaged from the chariot, pulling Luna down to the ground with them. He then lifted a large box into the air, pulling out a pot with a rape vine growing within. He set the pot nearby Luna just as the plant’s leaves parted and its vines slithered out.
Zecora blew into the remaining mist, sending it into the crowd. When it settled, stallions of all kinds could be seen walking over to Luna and unzipping their pants, many of them revealing their already hardening or hardened dicks. Luna found herself freed from the stocks, raising her head to look around with wide eyes when the first tentacle wrapped itself around her waist and lifted her into the air.
Luna’s voice boomed out over the crowd, “I will never yie-” She was cut off with a gurgle when one of the Rape Vine’s tentacles stuffed itself into her open mouth and down her throat. She sank slowly out of view as the main festivities began in earnest.
Zecora herself wished to join them, but she had other matters to attend to.
That was when the zebra felt her cape yanked aside by Hirthir, and the first of many harsh smacks land upon her ass.
