Recovered from her momentary sensory meltdown (and redressing herself), Adagio reaquainted herself with her surroundings. Given that the creepy-turned-pornographic-turned-hostile situation plaguing the room before was expunged from the cell, the siren realise just how gothic the cell was. Aside from the downright nauseating amount of decor dedicated towards the moon princess (which was upped in creepiness since that same princess was her vice principal), the barred chamber supported a surplus of blackened candles. The double bunker bed was shielded in black sheets and drapes, and the ceiling going as far as to have a miniaturized chandelier.

"How the hell?" Adagio said, utterly bamboozled by the cell she was in. Before further contemplation of the illegalness of the cell could be issued, the cell door sounded off behind her, signaling a new arrival. Turning around, she bared witness to the senior occupant of the room bandaged around the waist accompanied by two guards. Locking the entryway behind her, the guards sauntered off, leaving the convicts to bask in the assaulting awkwardness of the other's presence.

While Adagio was not one to partake in the act of forgiveness—hell, she once threw an elderly woman down a flight of stairs for taking too long—she felt that if she was going to stay there without being shanked on a daily basis, she would have to make some semblance of peace. "…Hey."

The gothic mare stared at the melodic offender, before dashing at full speed, taking the dazzling inmate by surprise. Before she realised it, the siren was once again pinned against a cell wall, this time facing her assailant. "Listen here and listen good. You don't fuck with me, and I don't fuck with you, got it?" barked the inmate.

While yes, she could easily feel the strength difference between them, Adagio had gotten fed up with the constant battering of her body. In the time she was there she had been manhandled, assaulted, spontaneously raped (even though she was willing), and assaulted again. She had downright refused to let any more shit like that happen again. "No you listen to me. I've been in the shithole for less than two hours and I've already been through enough shit as it is. Now we can fight again, but I think that might attract a certain guard—" Adagio's throat seized, new pressure being applied as the night mare grown furious, causing the siren to smirk. "Oh? Did I hit a soft spot?" taunted Adagio.

Unbeknownst to the alicorn, Adagio had been enthralled by the hate oozing out of the alicorn, filling her being with an excellent splendor; it only increased with the strangling she was receiving. "Face it honey, unless you want that warden coming back, we're going to need to deal with each other." Nightmare Moon seethed, she simmered, she smoldered in her place, but she knew firsthand that dealing GLaDOS would be the last thing she wanted.

Releasing the siren, Nightmare turned her back on her, before stomping off towards the bed. Seeing that she had her right were she wanted her, Adagio continued her heckling. "What, are we done? And I was just getting excited," Adagio said.

"It'd be wise to stop talking, girl," Nightmare growled.

"Ooh, are you going to punish me?" Adagio leered at the resting alicorn, basking in the unending hatred emanating from her.

"WILL YOU SHUT UP, YOU EVERLASTING RIVER OF BITCH!"

"MAKE ME, YOU FLAMING DYKE!"

"HARLOT EMBODIMENT!"

"EMO FUCKSOCK!"

"GLOBETROTTING COURTESAN!"

"GOTHIC CUMBUCKET!"

"PERSONIFIED SEXDOLL!"

"EMPRESS OF SLUTS!"

"GRRRAAH! BY THE GODS, RUT ME! RUT ME, NOW!"

Not wasting a second, the siren pounced onto the enraged alicorn, vigorously locking lips with the black-coated mare. What ensued was a fervent display of unprecedented carnal desire, the two equestrians reduced to lust-crazed demons. Not daring to stop, the mares ripped each other's clothes off, barely glancing at each other before continuing their murderous tongue engagement. Having the advantage of being a half pony/human hybrid, Nightmare Moon quickly overpowered Adagio's tongue, before ravaging the sanctity of Adagio's mouth.

Covering every nook and cranny with her saliva, Nightmare's pillage was short lived as Adagio's tongue fought back with a vengeance. Succumbing to the siren's will, Nightmare was repaid tenfold of the travesty she inflicted onto the siren. Feeling the siren's tongue expertly violate her mouth, the gothic mare purred out her enjoyment.

Adagio however soon grew tired of raping Nightmare's mouth, removing her tongue before placing her mouth onto the abundant valleys of flesh that was Nightmare's breast. Securing a firm grip on the left areola, Adagio began suckling her teat while one hand fiddled with the other, another hand harshly groping the bodacious bottocks of the alicorn. A series of moans burst forth from the regal mare, being emphasized by growing the wetness of her marehood. Wanting to hear more moans from the inmate, Adagio doubled her efforts, squeezing and pulling on the breast with reckless abandon.

Screams followed shortly after Adagio's attack, the mare violently shaking the bed they laid on. However, the nocturnal princess grabbed the siren, before turning them both around in an excellent display of strength and passion. Reversing the roles, Nightmare Moon gave no warning to the mythical teen before plunging her lips upon the underaged marehood of the siren. Lapping savagely at the outer area of Adagio's privates, the siren could do little but moan from the stimulus. However, Adagio refused to succumb to climatic bliss first, and soon positioned herself at the entrance of the alicorn's nectar pot. Soon the act of 69in' detered into a battle of endurance.

Nightmare Moon began to defile the flower of Adagio, using her long tongue to ravage her inners while her fingers assaulted the clit. Adagio, using her vast knowledge of female cunnulingus, began to descrate Nightmare Moon's marehood, fingering her G-spot while sucking mercilessly on her clit.

With the extreme levels of built up sexual frustration and violent hate sex colliding into one, the mares had little to no chance to brace themselves for their oncoming climaxes. Screaming enough obscenities to make God blush, the mares hit their peaks with the force of a nuclear bomb, shotgun-blasting each other in the face with female excitement.

Calming down from the epitome of their bliss, Nightmare Moon dragged the girl towards her, before firmly placing her in between her massive mammaries. The two mares, once yelling their undying hatred for each other, now only cuddled, riding out the after-ciotus bliss.

"Don't let this go to your head, girl. I still hate your very being," grumbled the alicorn, sleepily.

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

Author's Note

I have no idea what happened. One moment I was trying to figure out a way to implement more violence and less sex in this, the next, this hybrid came about.

Tata~