Of Nights and Nightmares: Conquering the Moon

by Hand-Made

Rating: mature
Tags: Nightmare Moon, Romance, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Sex, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 3384

The Queen of the Night meets her better in a climactic encounter full of usurpation and intrigue. An anatomical D/s clop with a romantic twist; contains light human dominance x equine submission. Enjoy.

The Queen of the Night meets her better in a climactic encounter full of usurpation and intrigue. An anatomical D/s clop with a romantic twist; contains light human dominance x equine submission.

Enjoy.

Published 2015-01-09 16:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-09 16:40:01 UTC

Uneasy lies the head...

"You're such a peasant," Nightmare Moon chided, struggling to control her blush as you stood strongly above her slightly curled body. Her normally cold, restrained tone glimmered with a tinge of insecurity as she felt your swordtip dig a millimeter into her neck. "...although We must commend your cunning for catching Us so...off-guard." The Queen's gaze twitched towards the smooth, glistening object still wet with her juices as it laid atop the goddess-sized bed, having only been inside her moments ago. She shifted, feeling the cold steel follow her as she wiggled further into the soft-down mattress. "Do you really think that you have what it takes to claim any right to Our land, as a creature of apekind?" The corners of her lips curled at the last word, savoring the differences of species in a means not wholly insulting yet not wholly complimentary.

"A peasant I may seem, but once this sword travels a few inches further, the races of horses will once more know their place under the races of men." A smile of your own rested comfortably on your face; you took your time admiring the emotions of discomfort glinting in your captive's orbs. The weight of the long sword was barely supported by your palm, truly threatening the suddenly fragile life below. Fortunately it, unlike most of your light armor and clothing, survived the fiery gauntlet of traps and pitfalls as you stormed the Queen's chambers. Certainly having a bit more "protection" when confronting Nightmare Moon wouldn't have hurt; but having managed to save the small leather pouch attached to your waist cloth was, indeed, a boon. In the light of the moon that managed to trickle into the room, you found it oddly amusing that you now faced the authoritarian horse so disrobed.

Attempting disdain, she reluctantly drank in your highly-exposed, musculature. "Barbarian." A set of razor-sharp teeth snapped together as if gnashing the word.

"Oh?" you raised an eyebrow, "Objecting to the merits I've gleaned through physical training and healthy self-discipline, are we? Coming from the self-crowned 'Queen', I find such insults highly entertaining." The pommel of the sword rotated lazily counterclockwise in your hand, making the mare wince in reflex, "...and what tawdry acts does 'Her Highness' resort to within the sanctity of her own keep, hmm? Locking herself up within her chambers, diddling her burning marehood with a substitute phallus? Goodness, one would think that the 'Queen of Queens' would be able to lure at least a basal guard into her marehood during 'that time' of month."

Nightmare Moon's pupils dilated as her mouth formed into an ashamed snarl; the scent of her estrus raged within the stuffy room and thickened the air with marish musk. It was only then that the Queen took notice of her winking slit, her mind unable to resist the invigorating smell of the sweaty male above.

"How...how dare you insult Our glorious sexuality with your insinuations of involuntary chastity? We have the power...nay, the right to bed any male We should desire!" Nightmare's ears strained as they pinned themselves back; she caught herself the moment her eyes met your crotch. Her horn began to glow threateningly, "Dirty human."

"Filthy horse." you stomped casually on her chest, knocking the air from her lungs with an audible 'oomph' and nearly causing the sword to plunge-home then and there as the spell fizzled out. Your free hand felt for the worn, earthen-brown pouch, feeling the all-important treasure still nestled safely within. Unfortunately, it was fastened to your waist cloth for security, needing to be close to your body for quick access and ensuring it's safety during any heated battle or stealthy crawl. But sacrifices needed to be made; you undid the burnt knot holding your modesty's veil together as it fell unceremoniously atop the ebon mare.

Nightmare's eyes bulged, and her nostrils flared with a snort. You were taken aback by the visceral reaction and the sound of liquid gently pattering against the bed sheets from below, punctuated with a singular 'squelch'.

"My, my...now isn't that a telling behavior." Nimble fingers quickly plucked from the bag a ring of ornate silver, encrusted with rare diamond and enchanted sapphire. With a flick of your wrist, you threw the little pouch aside, suddenly looking at the Queen of Darkness in a whole new metaphorical light. You rotated the sword once more as your eyes scanned the mare; she could hardly sink further away as the mattress compressed to its limits.

Nightmare Moon was certainly more horse-like than her pony followers, at least in the traditional visualization of an equine. Her long, lithe legs traced their way along the bedspread, attaching firmly to her well-muscled barrel and accentuated by her shapely croup. Further down, her ethereal tail wafted within nonexistent breezes, held aside by a petite dock and revealing her marehood in all of its wicked glory. Black as night, with a pink pearl jutting occasionally outward to give glimpse of the blistering flesh within; belying the scowl that graced her muzzle as attempted in vain to catch breath. The thick, heady smell of a horse in heat fogged your mind, stirring your manhood into growth. A new plan crossed your mind; perhaps a brief stay of execution was in order...

"Well now, it would seem as though the atmosphere of our meeting has evolved into something I've not come to expect."

"M-must you speak...in riddles, peasant?" she grunted, barely able to regulate her tone from the pain in her lungs and chest.

"Do not play ignorant with me, horse. Even the guards outside would be able to smell such pheromones...if they were still animated, of course."

Nightmare Moon watched in horrific fascination as your length grew from a dagger to a short sword, thickening heavily beyond the rapier-esque toy laying diminutively nearby. Again, the simple squelching and squirming of her marehood sounded in the air; the time was perfect to act, given her blatant distraction. Casting your weapon aside, you fell into a calculated lunge that allowed your now free forearm to grasp the area of her throatlatch. Easily missing her horn, you widened your legs and used the muscles in your lower back and hamstrings to roll in the opposite direction of the sword dragging the mare with you.

During the process, you subtly slipped the gilded ring atop her horn, sliding it down as it magically adjusted to an impossible tightness near the base of her forehead. Shaken by your sudden aggressiveness, Nightmare Moon let loose a terrific whinny of shock and rage, her eyes seething white fury as magic was desperately channeled into her horn. However, instead of the intended result of a spell, the self-righteous mare was met with...

Silence.

"What...what devilish human trickery is this?" Nightmare seethed, freezing in place the moment she felt your firm manhood smack heartily against her stifle.

"You see, my 'Queen'," you began to explain, wrapping your other arm around her forelegs as she weakly attempted resistance.
"The original intent was to deny you of magic, in the event of our assumed violent clashing. Little did I know that you were so hungry to be 'stabbed' with something far more carnal than steel." Her ear twitched from the hotness of your breath; silently, she managed to whiff your scent with long nostril breaths. From the depths of her loins, a fire burned only hotter.

"Damn you...damn you human, to the coldest ice of the moon..." With a shudder, the needful Queen hissed while wetting your rod with a copious rain of mare-pre.

"Now is that any way to treat a man offering estrus' reprieve, hmm? I can see why your bed has been so cold; big enough for so many, yet always occupied by only one." In the dimly-lit torchlight of her chambers, you gently sawed your length between her thighs. Nightmare Moon hitched softly, feeling each vein trace her puffed clitoris as your mesmerizing phallus stimulated her marehood and her lust-addled mind.

"We should have expected nothing less than this from a human attempting to usurp Our throne, taking advantage of Our marish hormones, We-ah!" she squealed and fluttered her wings as you smacked her flanks, open-palmed and forcibly enough to easily leave a bruise. You removed you well-soaked manhood, now fully erect, from her winking lips. A thin trail of hot fluid still barely connected them.

"Learn to ask nicely, and perhaps you just might get what you desire for a change...or at least, until your final breath departs your lungs 'fore sunrise."

"If...if We are to fall to the brutish whims of humanity, at least make it bearable for a time!"

"Better, you puss-born knave!" you commanded, kicking her hocks apart and delivering a hearty smack once more to her tender rump. Her wings flapped unevenly, and her eyes once again glowed briefly white. "...or do you like being spanked?"

"We...We..." Unhidden arousal punctuated every breath; Nightmare was not able to even formulate her sentence. Her legs twitched apart, and despite her many humiliating excretions, she could only smell your own sweaty, domineering, human musk.

"Ask for the Night's new King to take you as His before your well-deserved execution." you bit her neck in a growl where your sword lightly opened her flesh, pressing your defined glans against her drenched netherlips. The black mare howled, whinnies of raw emotion and impossible yielding echoing off rows of sharp teeth as her slender legs attempted to flail within their organic restraints.

Snapping her neck upwards, her reptilian eyes, glossed over in ivory magic for the umpteenth time, met yours in a teary shriek, "BREED US, O KING!" Nightmare Moon's Canterlot voice resounded, nearly as commanding in volume as unfettered in submissiveness. "BREED OUR MAREHOOD TO CONCEPTION BEFORE OUR SLAYING!" With a well-placed thrust, you sheathed nearly all of your member in one fell stroke within the impossibly tight walls of the fallen Queen.

Fireworks and bells erupted in the mare's mind as her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Ear-splitting groans and cries longed to escape, yet not a peep aside from an estranged, shaky breath left her throat. She squeezed her marehood, baring down as best she could. But there was no reprieve from the iron-like girth threatening to tear her in twain. White-eyed she looked back, desperately pleading to any mythic power that would hear her for your withdrawal, if even only an inch. Instead, you relished the moment, basking in the supreme silken texture and contour of all things mare. For many moments you throbbed, buried deep within.

Stretching.

Shaping.

Forcibly conforming the mare's innermost place to your unyielding masculinity. Until finally, you began pulling back, a thin film of wetness tracing your length. The residue served little purpose; you thrust forth once more, a good inch still exposed to the outside air as your hips brushed her pert croup.

This time, Nightmare Moon's voice found no mysterious objection. She bellowed into the night, thrashing her neck, snorting... Her ankles kicked at nothing in particular, meeting only a few inches of air at her front. A third thrust met with the same result, albeit a new trickle of wetness puddling near your waist. Inexorably, your speed picked up with each movement of your thighs and abdominals. You grunted into her ears, pressing firmly against her trembling neck and forcing it into a near stillness. Her horse-like barrel vibrated, followed by a thick slop of maregasm splattering loudly against your pistoning member. You smacked her flanks, electing a yelp as the spank's tingle shot up through her spine. Moments later, more sickly yellow oozed out from Nightmare Moon's man-hungry nethers.

Reaching upward, you grasped her long, thin horn, wrenching it at an angle wherever you so desired in order to point her muzzle. You clenched your eyes as salty moisture trickled from your skin, devouring each tactile sensation that only an equine could ever provide. Stretching your torso and chest, you arced your manhood into the baying Queen without mercy, building the rough, deep fucking that only the most wicked of mares deserved. You groaned heartily in pleasure, feeling the quivering massages of ridged flesh tugging desperately at your shaft. Nightmare devolved into a shaking mess, eyes flashing with primal satisfaction from the ravaging so hopelessly enslaving her psyche. Her wings had much trouble extending, pressing stiffly against your dense muscle and the firm mattress. For an instant in time, albeit impossible to pinpoint, there was no thought; there was no speech. Only the impassioned mating of man and mare, let loose their respective desires to seize and to submit in the frenzy of copulation.

The moment was shattered into reality as you once again smacked her flanks, electing yet another spark of masochistic pleasure within her mind. Inevitably, Nightmare's undulating marehood stimulated you to the very precipice; you rocked the panting Queen back against your body as the last stubborn inch was nearly crammed inside. In an instant, your jaw found its place once again at the mare's neck as you handled her via horn into compliance. You bit down, hard.

...and came.

For a split second, there was nearly silence. Nearly. A weak, remaining gush of maregasm led a throaty scream that could have shattered the moon into eighths. Each thick shot of sperm filled the well-bred Queen, seeping around your buried shaft before dripping ivory streams down her ass and legs. One rich spurt, one loud whinny. One buried groan, one carnal twitch. On it went, a stitch in time, until finally the last of your climax was sent deep within the mare. Relinquishing your bite on Nightmare's neck, you allowed your thick girth to calm briefly as it plugged its well-stretched hole.

Nightmare Moon panted, swallowing hard before attempting to catch her breaths, blushing in an untold mix of arousal, exertion, and slight shame at the extent of her submission. Before she could utter a word or, let alone regain any composure, you aggressively withdrew your semi-hard manhood. She gasped from the brazen exit, the unstopped treasure flowing in thick globs from her abused marehood and contrasting her onyx coat. Rolling over, you grabbed your sword still laying near the corner of the bed. In an instant, you again stood above the mare, albeit panting slightly. Nightmare Moon looked on dumbstruck at your seemingly rapid recuperation, still quite laid-out from the experience. With an expression of post orgasmic serenity and masculine sincerity, you raised the blade once more to her throat. Her wings twitched once; her eyes glanced a small drop of semen pooling at your tip before it fell onto her stomach with a 'pap'.

Having at last returned to their previous state, her would-be predatory eyes met your own. Your revealed muscles shone with a thin coating of sweat; the sword rest well with your hand as you rotated the hilt to meet perpendicular with her neck looking down the weapon. Poised to strike...

With a simple flick of the wrist, you languidly traced an even horizon across her fur with merely the tip, all the way across and nary catching any flesh.

"Slain." you tossed the sword across the room; it landed with a clatter amongst the stone floor.

"Indeed, quite thoroughly." Nightmare Moon grinned toothily. After collapsing at her side, the Queen giggled with a rarely seen mirth as you proceeded to reach out and pull her close for a bit of well-deserved aftercare.

"You always do enjoy our power-plays." A slow, audible 'peck' met the pinprick wound at the side of Nightmare's neck muscle.

"That's because you were absolutely dictatorial tonight, Our love." she ruffled her wings, finding the ideal balance of comfort and stretch as she moved the air gracefully around her. You took a moment to level your head with hers, and watched the ethereal mane atop her head waft regally, seemingly unperturbed by the intense series of events that had preceded the moment.

"What can I say? I enjoy to rule as well as reign..." your hand traced her flanks to her rear as you spoke, gently grabbing the flesh in a playful possession that stretched her marehood slightly and freed more of your fresh ivory sperm.

"Mmhmhmhmm! That you do, Our King. Ah, the only creature twixt these universes worthy of Us...so commanding, so aggressive, so disciplined."

"The words right from my mouth, my Queen," you pulled Nightmare Moon close as she nickered in satisfaction, covering you both with a bit of blanket. "Narry a life in the land more evilly beautiful, nor-"

"My Lieges, p-pardon my ungracious interruption!" A bat-winged guard cracked open the large wooden doors to the dark inner sanctum, flanked by a sickly looking, spear-toting man in burnt chainmail. "We...oh by the Moon, we have pertinent news for Her Majesty in regards to the diplomat Her Highness has-"

"WHAT HATH WE TOLD THEE ABOUT REMAINING OUTSIDE!? THINE LIVES RISK FORFITURE UPPON THE INTRUSION OF ANY POST-COITAL BLISS WITH OUR KING, KNAVES!"

The hapless guards winced at the Queen's booming Canterlot tone, "Moon-damn it, I told you we should have asked the other guards first during the shift change about this sort of thing..." The human hissed, bopping his companion subtly with a knuckle against his wingpit; he cleared his throat as the pegasus flinched in pain.

"State your business, Captain, lest I lose the remains of my rapidly-diminishing patience." you sat tall, idly stroking a wing of Nightmare Moon as she settled back into place.

"If only I had a thousand heads to sacrifice, my Lieges, my neck would remain light in penance," he bowed his head, speaking to you both and ignoring the obvious smell of sex hanging in the air. "Captain Frederick and Lieutenant Dusktooth reporting. Day shift, as both my Majesties know; My King and Queen have remained in bed the entire night. The diplomats invited from both New Essex and Gryphonia have departed in much anger, as it is nearly daybreak. Our diplomats have failed to assuage them of any possible Royal showing; the proposed treaty over the land in question is in shambles. They inform us to convey the concern that conflict is inevitable to settle the dispu-."

"Find the nearest ambassador who dared suggest such haste to you and have him placed in shackles, Captain. We are not at the beck of such pitiful advice."

"Of course, my Queen. At once, my Queen. See to it, Lieutenant, that the task is performed with the most uncomfortable of manacles."

"Yes, sir!" With a ponified about-face, the Lieutenant quickly left the room, much to his relief.

"Captain, prepare to receive your company on the morrow's setting sun. New castle guard are already levied. They are scheduled to arrive from the west. Papers are already on your desk, if your bumbling eyes can manage to find them in that rat's nest. You are dismissed; tell the dayshift not to disturb our rest under penalty of death."

"O-of course, my King! May the Moon bless you always, your Majesties." The man smiled knowingly before turning to leave, rapidly shutting the door in his wake.

"Oh, the things We must endure." Nightmare Moon sighed, rolling her neck into a comfortable position atop her pillow. "We suppose that Our King must see to the levying of the army in 'defense' of the realm, hmm?" Her normally harsh expression radiated a bit of sadness; a forlorn look that pleaded what her formality did not.

"Not at all."

"Oh?" she chirped, curiosity piqued.

"I've made preparations for the invasions weeks ago. Our standing army is presently awaiting my singular order along the border, and our conscripted reservists are due at their respective barracks across the countryside upon the setting of the sun." you pulled your mare close once more, nibbling the tip of her horn and resuming the interrupted moment of aftercare.

"We'll be picking Essex crops from our teeth and placing gryphon gold into our treasury before winter's frost. Besides, expanding the personal demesne would do well for other...authoritative purposes."

Nightmare Moon's austere expression began to melt under your cunning words and dedicated ministrations once more. In a fleeting moment of vulnerability, she allowed herself a smile of satisfaction, "Have We ever mentioned how much We love you, Our King?"