The Game

I knew this pony all too well. Tall physique. Ice purple helmet. Large, blue, cat-like eyes. A coat black as coal. There was no doubt about it. Nightmare Moon was in my presence, and she looked fucking pissed.

“How dare you!” she growled. “HOW DARE YOU!!!”

Her volume was beyond Luna’s infamous Canterlot Voice. Nightmare’s volume dwarfed Luna’s by comparison. I covered my ears, lest I become deaf for the rest of my life.

“You teased me. You tried luring me out with promises of sexual intercourse. Then you ran from me to have sex with somepony else. Who was it?”

“Luna, I–”

“WHO WAS IT?!?"

“It was the Wonderbolts.”

“The whole team? Pfft. That must have been fun for you.”

“No! Just three,” I quickly said in my defense.

“It doesn’t matter how many you rutted. The matter is, you didn’t rut ME!”

“Luna, why have you become Nightmare Moon?”

“Why, you ask? Isn’t it obvious? You are so close to facing Discord. I know how angry he was when he tried to stop you, and he can only be angrier after my sister and I stopped him. You will be a mere toy to him if you go.”

“That’s why I want to talk. Luna, I–”

“Do not address me by that name, human! You tossed your lover aside for a trio of showponies. You will now address me as Nightmare Moon!” I was going to have to do this the hard way.

“Luna, I need your help.”

“No! Filth like you is beyond help! Your punishment for abandoning Luna for your fun little orgy, will be imprisonment with me in your house, where you will have sex with me forever!” She cackled loudly. She then turned around and presented her twitching vagina to me, just inches from my face. “So, what do you say?”

For as nice as her pussy looked, I would never fuck her. The only moon pony that was fit for my dick was Luna. Just as she blinked, I punched her in the clitoris as fast as lightning, eliciting a painful scream from Nightmare Moon.

“What do I say? I say, ‘Go fuck yourself, Luna!’”

Nightmare Moon’s eyes were brimming with anger and hate. She tried to respond to my attack with a magical blast from her horn, but I was too quick for her, causing her spell to come in contact with nothing but the wall. What surprised me, was that the wall didn’t seem to be affected by her attack.

Was it a stun spell? Or what?

I didn’t want to take the time to answer. I ran from my room and back downstairs as quickly as I could, doing my best to dodge every spell that Nightmare Moon threw at me. As she casted one spell after another, she continued to hit the interior of the house. Her spells hit the windows and the walls, which were impervious. That’s when she hit the dining room table, which shattered on impact.

Fuck, she’s out for blood!

I figured that the walls and windows didn’t break because of the magic that kept me from leaving this place, which made sense seeing as how the table was able to break. I ran to the kitchen and pulled a cleaver from the drawer, holding it up offensively. Once I heard Nightmare Moon’s confident chuckle, I realized how stupid I was for doing that.

Nightmare Moon made a well aimed shot that hit me square in the chest, knocking me back into the counter and onto the floor. The pain in my back was god-awful. Not nearly as bad as Discord’s tongue-penis spell thing, but still pretty bad. I felt myself lifted off the ground, a purple aura surrounding me.

“Do you see why resistance is futile?” she gloated. “You will enjoy having sex with me. If not, you’ll learn to.” I refused to say anything.

“Let’s have some fun now, shall we?”

Nightmare Moon carried me into the living room and slammed my back against the wall, my new injury making the pain practically unbearable.

“Let’s ease you into something simple.” Using her magic, aura-like mane, she took hold of my penis and proceeded to give me a handjob. Her mane around my dick felt had a tingling feeling similar to when your arm falls asleep. It felt good, but fuck if I was going to let Nightmare Moon know.

My face kept the same angry and stoic expression as she continued to jerk me. I didn’t even change my face when I eventually ejaculated. The only thing that Nightmare Moon got from the handjob was a mane full of semen.

“NO!” she shouted. “You will love me! I will make you love me!”

She raised my body up higher and tried to suck my dick. Again, no reaction from me. Her mouth was the perfect warmth and her saliva felt like sticky syrup. I wouldn’t even go as far to say that this was harder than the handjob. I was equally as unamused when I blew my load in her face.

“Stop it!” She yelled, tears beginning to form on her face. She set me back down, and she tried her ultimate weapon: her pussy.

She rammed into my dick. This one was probably the hardest to fight. Her vagina felt like I covered my cock in Icy Hot, minus the terrible burning sensation. It felt like a comfortable balance of minty coolness and spicy hotness. Trying her best to turn me around, she continued to rut until she orgasmed, her flood of minty-spicy liquids flooding over my dick. Still nothing. Finally seeing that she wasn’t going to get through to me. She angrily tossed me to the sofa. Her eyes were streaming with tears.

“Why?” she cried. “Why don’t you love me?”

“Because it’s Luna that I love!” I shouted. “I will not take her alter ego over the one that I truly love.”

“You…” she began. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’d never lie to you, Luna.”

“But… my name is–” I pressed a finger to Nightmare Moon’s lips.

“First, you have to stop lying to yourself.” I then wrapped my arms around her neck, hoping that by some miracle, I could transfer my feelings into her. “Please come back, Luna. I love you.”

I felt the cold tears of Nightmare Moon fall onto my back. Then, Nightmare Moon’s coat began to peel off of her body until the pieces of fur and skin disintegrated into thin air. I continued to hold on until I had Luna back. Sure enough, I looked back at the pony that I was hugging, and I could notice her dark blue coat and her beautiful blue eyes again. Luna returned to me. She then tackled me back onto the couch, gripping me tightly. If it hadn’t been for the soft cushions, that would have hurt my back even more.

“I’m so sorry!” she wept, burying her tear soaked face into my chest. “I didn’t want to lose you! I love you too!”

“It’s okay,” I said, patting her back. “Now come on. Let’s take a shower.”

Upon mentioning the last word, Luna’s spirits brightened. Knowing that she hurt my back in the struggle, she lifted me up with her magic and cast a spell at my back. I felt a pleasant chill run into the hurt spot, which didn’t hurt anymore. In fact, it felt wonderful. I eagerly jogged up the stairs with Luna following close behind, ready to have some much needed sex.