“Socks?” Twilight asked, forcing a confused smile as she hovered them in front of herself and Molestia, over the promised tea and crumpets.

“Yes dear, wonderful evening gown ones too. They glisten in the moonlight, and are a must for any growing student of mine. Each pair costs and arm and leg, perhaps even a whole mare!” Molly replied, seeping a small portion of the delicious tea, one she missed so very much.

“This is quite an odd gift I must admit princess.” Twilight replied, taking a sip herself, admiring its flavor and depth.

“Consider it a dusk of the old ways, a sign of things to come, now that I am back around.” Molestia chuckled, hovering the tea cup back to its place.

“Well, I will give it a try for sure. Is this part of a lesson, or off the record?”

“This is most definitively a lesson.”

“In what?” Twilight’s ears perked up, as if the mere mention of the word was now a reflex to the body.

”Well, think of it as a lesson in both discipline and humility. Knowing where ones place is, and fulfilling ones role.” Molestia replied calmly.

”... sure.” Twilight once again showed apprehension, but then again, when has her teacher steered her wrong before?

“You sure you can get to Big Mac alone okay Spike? It is kinda late for strolls.” Twilight asked the dragon that was already one foot outside the door.

“Don’t worry Twilight, the session is not at his farm, it is at Pinkie’s.” Spike replied, putting his backpack with dice and a map on his back, one handle at a time.

“Oh, she plays too?”

“She is mostly LARPing, dice throwing comes second. She really pulls the bard class off you know.”

”I would have never guessed. Anyways, you have fun!” Twilight grumbled the first part, but joyously let Spike on his way.

As the sound of the door closing, and footsteps weakened, Twilight looked over the socks one more time. Her teacher was right, they did indeed glisten in the moonlight, reflecting its light with magical intensity, drawing ones eyes in as they did. The material seemed stern but also stretchy. The thickness of it, not to mention a peculiar scent made it seem not of this world. Whatever was the origin of these, it seemed magical.

“She did say on a full moon. These lessons are getting awfully weird. First that endurance test, now this? I am starting to wonder if something happened to the princess while she was away...” Twilight sighed, only to raise the front hoof to the moon as instructed, and hover the sock onto it.

Once the material touched the front of it, so did the front leg of Twilight lock into place. Within an instant, a large dark blue orb engulfed her and the bed, leaving only the moonlight to enter, like a pure white orb. She screamed in fear, but nothing came out of her mouth. Instinctively she tried to use magic, but it too was consumed by the dark orb that was around her. Then she tried to pull away, but there was no escaping it. The sock began to slide on, a feeling even in her panic gave her a wickedly warm buzz. She was too smart and knowledgeable to fight anymore against the magic, more so as her second front hooves did the same. She stopped to pull against it, in fear she may only dislocate her shoulder, or worse. Whatever was going on, it had to finish before she had any chance of escaping it.

Only once both were firmly on her did the orb yield and vanish, and any sound escape the room. Twilight herself could hear her own breath and the sounds of the night, much more pronounced as before. It was a new alien sensation, one that was brimming with potential.

“What is going on?!” she said, with bathed breath.

“I am, little pony.” a booming sultry voice came from the shadows, only for a tall imposing mare to come from it.

The flowing night sky mane was familiar, but the rest of her was anything but. Silver metallic socks, dark shiny skin, cat like irises, and a fanged smile. She was regal, alluring, and dangerous.

“...Luna?” Twilight stammering, apprehensive as she tried getting out of the bed, something guiding her towards this unwelcome guest in her bedroom.

“Yes and no dear Twilight. Luna, much like the innocence of this night, is no more. I am Nightmare Moon, and I am here to teach you some life lessons my sister had promised.”

Twilight got a new small buzz from the socks. Perhaps listening and not trying to shoot her with a laser beam would be the best course of action.

“Lesson? I only take lessons from my teacher, you trespasser!” she replied, uneasy but no longer hostile towards Nightmare Moon.

“But I am your teacher, at least for tonight. Tonight, you will learn all about your friends, and how they need to feel about you.” Moon chuckled back, looking at her namesake with fondness.

The idea of a lesson was always one Twilight enjoyed. Never did a lesson excite her in ways this one did, but learning was always fun. So much fun.

“I...” she wanted to retort, but the moon was so nice tonight, she began to be transfixed with it.

“... understand.” she said after a small a pause, at ease with the situation.

“I knew you’d see it my way. Please, go to Rarity. I am sure your company will do wonder for her. It is her Wine Night.”

”Her what?”

“You will see when you get there.” Moon replied, pointing towards Twilight’s closet.

Twilight proceeded to put on her soft jacket, some jeans to hide the socks, even if the notion seemed a bit counter-intuitive to her. Socks like these needed a platform to perform, not be hidden away. Alas, sneakers finished the causal look, and she was ready to exit her home.

As moon exited the shadow, so did she vanish. Twilight felt a small buzz again, but then understood the magic. Only she could see her, which gave her the idea of being special. She smiled briefly at the thought, before exiting the house altogether.

The sounds of soft jazz were only interrupted by the gulps of wine into a glass. Rarity was alone again, with her bottle of expensive wine. Belle was having a sleep over, and the Element of Charity reading one of her salacious books. The door bell rung.

Twilight waited as the mare grumbled, speaking something about knowing what time of the night it is. Nightmare Moon stood behind her, only to lower her head so she could whisper into the younger mare’s ear.

“Now once she opens the door, act natural. Whatever crosses your mind, say it.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything. Lessons like this are fun, you will see.”

Twilight’s eyes flickered for a moment, and she nodded. Lessons were indeed fun. Especially from Nightmare Moon.

“Oh Twilight it’s you! I thought Belle had forgotten something! What can I help you with?” Rarity replied and smiled, leaning to the door.

“Evening Rarity. You seem... tipsy.” Twilight said in a much deeper tone than usual. She liked how it sounded, perhaps she should use it more at times like these.

The tone of her friend caught Rarity of guard.

“What’s with the accent? I did not take you for a voice actress.” Rarity chuckled, to slip on a small puddle of black goo. Twilight looked over to the side, seeing how it was the tail of Nightmare Moon. Poor Rarity, not being able too see Twilight’s new teacher. Not everyone can be Twilight after all. Twilight chuckled at that notion.

“Oh my, that wine is too strong it seems.” Rarity replied, as she tried to save little of her dignity after slipping in front of her house.

“Let me help you.” Twilight smiled and gave her a hoof.

As she touched Rarity with her sock, a million dreams flashed into her mind. Of Rarity. Of Twilight. Of them both, and in each one, Rarity was being dominated by Twilight.

“Yes Twilight. Learn, assume, conquer.” Moon replied as the information of every wet dream her friend ever had installed into Twilight, as she trembled from it.

It felt good, as if every dream had really happened, and at that very moment. No magic, no act in her life like consuming those wet dreams had made Twilight feel like this before. She knew what had to be done. The first lesson was starting right now.

“Rise, Seamstress.” Twilight replied, her voice now booming with regal and class.

“... what did you call me?” Rarity replied, blushing.

“That is your title. Your name, your position under me.” Twilight continued, as the words simply flew out of her mind, right from the consolation of Rarity’s desires.

“Twilight, what has gotten into you?... I think you should leave, right... mphhph!” Rarity was quickly muffled, as a magical ball gag snapped onto her from Twilight’s horn. Twilight had never had magic like this before, and in her mind, she wondered how she lived without it. She levitated the white mare into the house, only to lock the door behind herself, and magically seal it.

As she levitated, only to proceed to strap Rarity onto magical straps in her bed, Twilight let her inner thoughts, tainted by the fantasy her friend had over her, full stream.

“I know now what you see in me Seamstress. Potential, magical potential destroyed by my good will. You always knew I was the most powerful unicorn, the most gifted, and that I wasted it by not being so forceful. Well not any more darling.” Twilight snapped the front hooves into place, making Rarity look up towards her, panic in her eyes and muffled screams, even mimicking her voice at the word darling.

“For years you have spent nights dreaming of me, of the me you want me to be. Regal...” she snapped the right hind leg.

“...Strong...” then the other.

“...Perfect...” she snapped the tail up.

“...Fucking irresistible.” she spread Rarity, only to stand above her, a thick magical cock growing just so the tip touches the wet folds of her friends eager vagina, who unlike Rarity’s mind, had already betrayed her.

The fear was real, the desires even more. Rarity was conflicted, aroused and baffled. There was no denying that she had dreams of this, but that was just fantasy! A harmless little fancy she had never hoped would be real. Yet it was. There was Twilight, but as she wanted her to be? This behemoth of dominance and sex, fitting for the magic her friend possessed, finally let free of the shackles of her own damn kindness? This was no time for fear, this was time for the masks to fall, and to enjoy as the depraved mare she deep down was.

The screams subdued, and Twilight removed the gag, enjoying this power her mere aura seemed to have.

“...I.... Twilight what is going on? Please, tell me.” Rarity asked, her voice now in normal volumes. There was no more fear, only confusion.

“My dear Seamstress, I think you know. You have had this fantasy 954 times.” Twilight replied calmly, clearly enjoying the knowledge.

“...you... you are claiming me.” Rarity replied, her voice trembling as her body went from aroused to melting.

“Glamorous and smart. Just the way I like them. Now, how about we make sure that mind of yours is nice and shined to my exact desires?”

“... thank you, Mistress.” Rarity said it, and both she and Twilight got a wicked buzz of euphoria, as reality became fantasy, and vice versa.

Rarity tried to spread herself further, even with the ropes. Sanity and reason were for another night.

Twilight wasted no time, and rammed her friend with great power and conviction. Rarity moaned as her she began to lose control of her body. A cock was one thing, but a cock made from Mistress’s magic? That was something other entirely. The motion began to pick up speed, as Twilight understood. The wet dreams, the becoming of reality from fantasy? It was to be done in both ways.

Each pelvic thrust, each touch on the walls of Rarity’s female treasure sent shock-waves of dark magic out of the pair. The bed began to glisten as shiny latex sheets, and a deep red wall began to replace the once ladylike aesthetic. The clothes morphed into displays of lust and debauchery. Wickedness spread across the store much like Twilight was spreading Rarity on the bed. She was losing herself internally, and loved it. Rarity’s morals, her being and her reasons to be were being coated in the cum of her Mistress.

“Yes... rise... Seamstress!” Twilight screamed with a lions roar, as Rarity began to glow in the darkness, only to come out a new mare. Royal, regal and upper class. Yet ungodly perverted and full of sin. Perfect in every way really.

The chains disintegrated. The mare fainted, spent and pleased, for the first time in her life. Her mind was being coated as she embraced the persona as her one and only, and Rarity as a mask to be worn until her Mistress commanded.

“M... Mistress.... thank You.” she said, before fainting. Then, the changes began to revert, and only stop once the sphere of influence vanished where Rarity’s heart was.
Twilight left the boutique, and Rarity to her slumber. The fact Rarity was now hers was unlike any before, and she knew in her heart she had to have it again.

“You have done well. No wonder my sister sees you as her best student.” Nightmare Moon chuckled, appearing from the shadows once more.

“I am a very fast learner. Where do we go next?” Twilight replied, no longer any trepidation in her voice. Even her irises flashed with golden menace like her tutors, for a brief moment.

“For tonight, we go home. You are still learning, and need the rest. And don’t worry about Seamstress. Both you and she will return, on the next full moon.”

”And the socks, shall I take them off?”

“Heh, I think you know by now, that is no longer possible.”

Twilight smiled at the notion, stroking her prisons with a guilty desire. There was no escaping this nightmare, and on the next full moon, she would enjoy it once again.

Author's Note

Why yes folks, I am not dead. Writing has really become a ad-hoc time for me, but once in a blue moon I get the urge to write a chapter of lewdness, and who better then the Princess Of Magic and the Princess Of Style?