After that weird start, the rest of the night seemed to get even weirder. You can't put your finger on it, but something seems 'off' with Moony. Like, more so than usual. Sure, everyone was pretty used to seeing Nightmare Moon and her normal frowny self, everyone else, that is. With the history you two shared, you were kind of the exception to being on the receiving end of that venomous look. Not tonight, though.

The evening would be fairly uneventful, as were most late Friday nights/early Saturday mornings. That was the beauty of Nightmare Moon flipping all government-related functions upside down to abide by her hours. Living by the night meant that you were awake when the day of the week transitioned to the next at the strike of midnight, and boy did that fuck up your sense of time good and proper. Since there was no court on weekends...

"...And with that, We shall conclude this night's session. The Royal court shall hear cases again on the midnight of Monday. Good night to all." Mondays and Fridays were court 'half-nights'. Your weekend had officially begun.

The court staffers see to the last of their paperwork for the night before heading home for the weekend. Nightmare Moon leaves them to their work, and vacates her throne without waiting for you. She's been pretty agitated with you tonight, like you're just another subject now. She barely even had any use for you during court, in fact, she delegated most of your regular fetching duties to one of the guards. This isn't right... She's in a bad mood, and you need to bring her out of it.

At first, she gave you the usual death-glare when you suggested the two of you start your weekend off with a nice game of midnight tennis, a delightful spin on regular tennis, but played at midnight. She had mostly been glued to that throne of hers all week, so the chance to run around for a little bit would be good for her. You're not sure if that argument is what managed to convince her, but nonetheless, she grumbled that she would meet you on the court. That brought a smile to your face, a chance to have some real, non-work related quality time with Moony.

Hopefully it would snap her out of her miserable mood and bring a smile to her face, too.

*~*~*~*

*~*~*~*

You like to consider yourself a pretty good sport... but this game was turning out to be some serious bullshit.

Your Queen's expressionless face calls out in plain tone, "Our serve."

Oh fuck, not again. The last six serves have been hers. You're not even sure if she's keeping score, or if she even cares. Plus, judging by the dozens of welts and bruises now covering your shoulders, thighs, chest and abdomen, you're starting to get the idea that she may be 'faulting' her serves on purpose. In earnest fear, you grip your tennis racket as if it's the one thing protecting you from her, because in reality, it is.

She casually tosses the bright green ball into the air with her magic before her face twists with rage. "RRgh!" *WHUMP!*

"GaaAGH!" For about the tenth time, you crumple to the ground in pain, clutching the point of impact on your soft midsection. "AAaah! Fuck!" You scream as agonizing pain shoots through your stomach, but also a blinding rage builds up in your head. The Queen of Equestria is really starting to piss you off, now. Whatever axe she had to grind with you, she is doing so with rather blunt force.

She simply twiddles her racket in her magical grip, lazily, a look of boredom on her face. "Oh dear, another faulty serve on Our part. Do you want to continue?"

Grabbing the bright green tennis ball sitting idly next to you where it had fallen, you rise once again to your feet, a seething-hot glare of rage in your eyes, and frothing at the mouth. "OF COURSE I WANT TO BLOODY CONTINUE!"

You're seeing so much red that you don't even have time to think your action through. Before you know it, you toss the ball lightly in the air, and spike it directly at her as hard as you can. Luna never even sees it coming as the impromptu artillery round strikes her squarely in the flank, with the fashionable sporting skirt she wears offering little in way of protection. "Gaah!" Her yelp of anguish puts a smile on your face. Serves her right.

The black queen doesn't share your amusement, "YOU- You insolent little RAT!"

You shrug, with no small hint of self-satisfaction. "So sorry, t'was a faulty serve on our part. Pass it back, let me try again!"

She bears her fangs as her expression twists into a fierce scowl. Though you can't quite make out the quiet muttering from this distance, you think it sounded an awful lot like, "Oh, We shall pass it back, alright..."

You blink, and then you feel a mach-force impact you right on your left shoulder. Giving another yell of pain, it's pretty clear what this 'friendly' weekend tennis game has devolved into. Fuelled with fury, you're glad that her coat is black and purple, so that the bruises won't be so visible.

Back and forth, the match goes on, neither side scoring, aside from the frequent cries of pain from both sides, if those were to count as points. A small trickle of blood leaks from Nightmare's muzzle from a particularly well-placed shot of yours, but your torso is now like that of a severely bruised tomato. Finally, after a strenuous battle, both sides declare defeat as the two of you collapse to the clay, heaving with exhaustion.

Your entire body hurts something fierce, but you can't imagine she's feeling much better. Good...

...Why is that 'good'? Why are you doing this? Why did you deliberately assault Nightmare Moon? More importantly, why did she assault you?! You can't believe that you actually got a satisfaction from hurting Luna. What the hell is going on between you two?

"Why?! Why, Luna, WHYYYY?!" You scream across the court at the fallen form of the nation's ruler.

She can hear you, and she knows damn well what you're talking about, but she doesn't move. Does she not know the answer, either? Is she having a bad day? Did someone piss in her coffee again? When you first woke up, she seemed to be in a great mood, and then she turned into a complete bitch in the blink of an eye. You crawl your way up to the net, eager to look this problem in the glowing teal, dragon-like eye.

Still, she remains unresponsive and motionless, which almost become a cause for concern until you hear what you think is a sniffle, and see her make some kind of wiping gesture with her hoof to her face.

Finally, she gets up, none too happy with you. "WHY DID THOU HAVE TO FORGET?!"

Ow. "Wh-"

She angrily stomps her way over to the net, remaining on her side of this battlefield. "WE POURED OUR HEART OUT TO THEE, AND IT WAS NOT IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO BE RETAINED WITHIN THY MEMORY?!"

Poured, what? What in God's name is she talking about? "Luna, WHAT did I do?! Everything was fine last night! Hell, everything was fine this evening when we woke up! Whatever it is that I did, I'm just- I'm fucking SORRY, alright?!"

The snarl of contempt indicated that's not what she wants to hear. "Thou apologizes without even knowing what FOR! Thou art a revolting, repugnant, snivelling-"

"WHAT?! What have I done to make you this angry with me?! TELL ME!! Did I forget your birthday?! Did I miss the anniversary of our first meeting?! WHAT?! FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING JESUS HEAVENLY CHRIST ABOVE, PLEASE, JUST SPELL IT OUT FOR MY IDIOTIC, SHORTSIGHTED, INFANTILE SELF TO UNDERSTAND." Holy shit, that hurt your throat. Note to self, learn to get your point across without having to yell. At least it shut her ranting tirade down...

She no longer looks at you with searing hatred anymore, but with... disappointment? Hurt? "You forgot... You forgot the dream you had yesterday."

Whoa, okay, that one's completely out of left field. The shocked squint, jaw drop, and head shake you give speak more for your disbelief than words ever could. "I- My- What?! What in the holy hell does THAT have to do with anything? And why has that made you into such a rotten cunt?"

"Because We were THERE, you ignorant little fool!"

Her shitty attitude should piss you off, but hearing the crack in her voice as she said that makes you feel differently. "You-... you were?"

She stands up a little straighter, clutching a wound from one of your earlier strikes. Taking a deep breath, she calms a little more. "Tell Us... Does anything at all come back to you? Or do you truly not remember a single thing of the dream you had?"

This is all still really crazy to you, what the hell does it matter what kind of dream you had? Dreams were just nonsense all the time, unless you knew how to lucid dream, and last time you checked, you didn't kn-... Huh... Actually, now that that topic has come up, you think you recall something about lucid dreaming... IN your dream yesterday. But that's... Oh god.

It's all starting to come back to you. "I... think I was in Chuck E. Cheese's, searching for..."

"The code?"

Whoa, that's right. "Uh... yeah. I was trying to find a code because Mel Gibson was going to kill my sister with a mini bat if I didn't."

"...And there were two animated humans sitting on a couch, watching a flashing screen, yelling about..."

"...Ride to Hell: Retribution. And then there were the PBS guys taking donations, and- I think I was wearing a stupid-ass baseball uniform for a team that doesn't exist, something like..."

"The Ottawa Sockem-Boppers."

"...The Ottawa Sockem-Boppers."

Moony does something you were completely unprepared for. She smiles. Your mind is rushing, trying to pull as many more details as you can recall. This is insane, though, she really WAS there? But that would mean...

"Now, please... could you tell Us what happened next?"

Oh jeez, the wily grin that is now on her face is probably in reaction to your face turning scarlet red. Seriously, it's on fire right now. "That's... when you came in..."

"Actually, We believe it was the other way around..."

Oh. Oh, that's just lovely. You feel like such a piece of shit, how could you forget a dream like that?! That entire scenario was EVERYTHING YOU WANTED, your mind should have kept that memory readily available for you forever, even if Nightmare Moon wasn't trying to root it out of your subconscious. It all makes sense now, and you remember everything. Luna gave herself to you, and you to her. Now you can't really feel angry about her being such a grouch to you.

Clutching the net in front of your face, you hoist yourself back to your feet. Your body aches something fierce, but you don't care anymore. Reaching over the net, you take your beloved queen into a reconciling hug... but only with one arm, since you really need to use your other hand to keep some pressure right *there*...

"I'm so sorry, Luna. You mean a lot to me, I really didn't intend to forget our time together..." You feel her hoof reach around your tender side to reciprocate the embrace, and you do your best to keep the wince of pain inaudible.

"We must apologize as well, Anonymous. For both Our... deplorable treatment of you tonight, as well as not telling you Our feelings face-to-face to begin with. It was was cowardly of Us to use your dreams as the conduit to relay Our message. We should have been brave enough to tell you in-pony and face the possibility of rejection like a normal pony."

Aw, it was so adorable to see her humble herself before you, which is something you doubt you'll ever see again, ever. Breaking the one-armed hug, you opt to affectionately stroke the side of her face. "Ah, well... To be fair, you're not exactly a normal pony."

Looking at her apologetic face makes you feel mushy inside, but then you see that small line of blood trailing beneath her nostril. Whoops, now you feel like shit again. "Hey, look... There was some hurting done on both sides, and we're both sorry. What do you say we go... make up? Forgive and forget?"

A smile graces Her Majesty's face before you feel a magic force on the back of your head push you forward slightly. Your lips are taken by hers as finally get to feel that warm, dominating tongue of hers against yours for the first time. You finally physically feel it, not just some dreamy, brain-filling-in-what-it-probably-feels-like thing like in The Matrix. After a moment or two of drinking deep from Nightmare's mouth, she seperates her face from yours, taking the chance to remove the soft, black sporting headband wrapped around her forehead. Doing the same to the ones around her hooves, she absentmindedly tosses them in a pile next to her forgotten racket. "We would very much like that."

As you walk off the court together, she drapes a wing around your body, and rests her head against you.

"We've got the whole weekend to ourselves." You muse, ready for less painful quality time.

...And you could really use the release of endorphins for the pain right about now.

*~*~*~*

*~*~*~*

The short trip back inside the palace was kind of excruciating, actually. Your new girlfriend really did a number on you, and not in the good way, but you had kinda been an asshole in return, and you both genuinely felt bad for the mutual assault. On the way in, you had made a half-joke/half-apology to Nightmare Moon for your act of elderly abuse against her, but with the glare she gave you, you withdrew the apology in the interest of preserving your life.

Your usual trip down the suites hallway took an UNusual turn as you continued past your doorway. Deep down, your heart swelled a little at the chance to see LUNA'S ROOM™. You've never had the chance to see it before, a lot of ponies haven't, except for the cleaners. You actually need to keep yourself from eagerly rubbing your hands in anticipation.

...Oh, and you were about to put Equestria's ruler to the sword, so that's pretty worthy of excitement, too, you suppose.

Nightmare Moon opens the door to her chambers and steps inside, and with a small, restrained smile of muted jubilation, she beckons you to join her. Oh, how you're more than happy to oblige.

*~*~*~*

*~*~*~*

It's... not quite what you were expecting in here. Sure, it's bigger and nicer than your room, but... Enh, it's not that much better. Maybe you just had your standards too high. Plus, the sun-patterned bedspread and sun-engraved furniture seemed really out of place. Luna seems to notice you staring at these heavily contrasting design pieces.

"Mm... Yes, We have yet to find the time to discover an interior designer willing to take a... government contract. Finding new soldiers was enough of a chore... We are simply thankful that some guards were actually willing to serve Us after Our takeover."

"I'm just thankful that we stopped Magical Mystery Cure from happening..."

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing. Well, Celestia may not have a grave for you to dance on, but will you accept sex in her bed as the next best petty substitute?"

That put a wicked grin on her face. You know, that evil kind, but... 'good', this time. With a few precise adjustments of her magic, the active, breathable clothing she wore for outdoor activity was removed from her body and cast aside with little regard. "Yes... That sounds most adequate. We are positive that she will not mind."

After she takes the first sultry steps towards you, you meet her half-way to finish her thought. Your lips meet once again, slower, more gently this time. Savoring the oral embrace of your lover, you run a hand down her neck, stroking affectionately. She responds by rearing up on her hind legs, throwing her arms around the back of your neck to take your head in her firm, but loving grasp. It felt pretty nice to be the object of her affection. She's a beautiful, powerful mare, she knows what she wants, and what she wants, she gets.

A few more moans, and a few more smacks of your lips later, the kiss breaks. Moony retains her position, though, you feel her hoof mimicking the ministrations you did to her. Not quite the same feeling that digits like yours could accomplish, but it's the thought that counts. You have nowhere else to look but into those deep, glowing turquoise eyes of hers. Those slitted pupils of hers, that royally purple eye shadow... She's a natural predator, using sex appeal as her deadly weapon. Tonight, you would be her fortunate prey. As long as you could just keep losing yourself in those stunning eyes, you were most definitely okay with that.

"...a moment..." You're snapped from your semi-trance with the tail-end of whatever she had just said.

The slightest bit of disappointment hits you as you feel her hooves slide away from and leave your shoulder. "Wha... Is something-?"

"No," she stops you, with a look of gentle reassurance. "Tonight, We would like there to be no more masks between us... We have already made that mistake once by invading your dreams. We should be so much closer than that."

This only confuses you. Is she still feeling guilty about that or something? "Luna, what are you talking about?"

Bringing up your hand to caress her cheek, she trembles at the touch before finding the strength to bring her hoof up and gently guide your hand away. "You shall see," she whispers softly.

Before you can question further, Nightmare Moon takes a step back. Tilting her head back, she closes her eyes and takes a breath. Her long black horn begins to shine as she channels magic through it. The shining light begins at the tip, but then works its way down, and suddenly, the black alicorn's entire body is illuminated in magic. Only her basic shape is retained as you try to see what's happening to her, but the standing so close, the brightness is making it difficult for you to look directly at her. Shining like her brightest star, you now have to look completely in the other direction to avoid incinerating your corneas. After a moment, the gradual departure of any extra ambient lighting in the room tells you that it's probably safe to look now.

"Jesus, Luna! What was that all ab-"

You look to where she was standing, but see no one... until you look just slightly more downwards. In place of your previous tall, dark, and beautiful mare now stood... Well, a shorter, still dark, and still beautiful mare, instead. Her mane, while still ethereal, looked slightly different, more defined along the edges and deeper blue. So was her coat, what was once jet black hair was now a midnight blue. The colour scheme of her cutie mark was also a subject to change, no longer a cyan moon on a purple ink splotch, but rather a white moon on a darker blue ink splotch.

Just like that, Nightmare Moon had... changed? Taking a deep breath, she opens her eyes, though now they weren't slitted or glowing, and were now teal, instead. Sensing that you were probably caught off-guard by this stunning development, she sheds some light on what you were likely trying to immediately figure out in front of you. "'Tis a rather old shape-shifting spell We picked up from an even older dalliance that We shared with an ancient changeling monarch. It requires surprisingly little magic to perform and maintain."

Her voice isn't that deep, sultry, even deliciously and femininely menacing voice that you knew her to have. This one sounds younger, yet also touched with age and experience. An oxymoron, sure, but it makes sense in your head. "So... wait, your body before..."

"A mask that We created a thousand years ago. A symbol. An icon." Her head hangs in disappointment. "The purpose of it was to remind Us of our new identity, Our new standing. Old weaknesses discarded as We assume control with Our new form, no longer just the weak, unimportant 'other' sister..." She looks back up to you with a hardened, self-assured look. "...And it worked. No one cared who We were until We put on the mask."

That's where you nearly choke right there. It takes every fibre of your being pulling in the opposite direction to get you to not ask her that since she pulled that mask off, if she'll die, if getting caught was part of her plan, or what the next step of her master plan is. Moony had already threatened you multiple times for making references to stupid shit from your world that she wouldn't understand, so now was definitely not the time.

There is no doubt about it, though. This silly little mare is still the self-conscious, approval-starved Nightmare Moon you loved, oh yes, that's for sure. You really didn't want to get into this 'personal therapist' thing right before sex, but you suppose it's kind of your job now. Kneeling down, you place a comforting hand on her shoulder. Who knew that deep down inside the scary black Night Mare was actually a cute, rather harmless-looking pony girl?

"Listen, Luna, I still lov-"

You can't even finish your sentence before you are pushed backwards onto the floor. Like, with her hooves, HARD. Holy SHIT, that hurts. Did she forget that you're as soft as bruised fruit right now?

Luna looks down to you, her face is unimpressed. "Has thou forgotten thy place, KNAVE?!"

Oh dear. Your initial assessment of this 'new' Luna may have been a bit off.

Her face comes close to yours, that hard scowl still etched on it. "We were under the impression that your elevation in status to the Royal Boyfriend would result in fornication most pleasurable." Her hot breath kisses your neck, and you find yourself trembling, both in arousal and fear, but mostly fear. "Were We mistaken?"

You take back all of your preconceived notions, this Luna is definitely still menacing. "N-no, Luna, not at all, I jus-"

"Our PROPER title! We are your ruler, and you shall address Us as such!"

Oh jeez, you actually flinched, there. "Queen Nightmare Moon, yes, I'm sorry, I just thought that you-"

You are cut off by a hard scoff by Her Majesty, "We do not want to hear thy bumbling apologies, and do not THINK, peasant. It is not thy strong suit."

Oh wow, now she's insulting you? Where the hell is this coming from? This new Nightmare Moon is mean...er than usual...

Suddenly, she presents a lone hoof towards you, adorned with a sparkling shoe like that of which she wore with her last body. Looking up, the snarl has morphed into something a bit more familiar, "Nay, thy talents lie... elsewhere. Make good of your position and disrobe Us." She growls, licking her lips slowly. "We hunger, Anonymous. Do not delay Our feast."

Ahhhh... there she is.

It would be unwise to keep your Queen/girlfriend/potential murderer waiting for too long. Time to get to work.

Doing your best to ignore the pain, you sit up and bring yourself into a kneeling stance. An errant glance at her face tells you that she likes the fact that you're catching on. Gently, you place her offered hoof into your hand, and with the other, you slide her expensive decorative hoofwear from her gracious blue form. Setting it aside on the floor, you bring your face closer to the hoof. After giving the underside a massage, you bring your lips in and give it a kiss.

She purrs, "Mmmm..."

So she likes being treated like something precious. Go fucking figure. Looking up, you can confirm that she is indeed smiling. Genuinely, non-evilly smiling. Damn, someone stop the presses.

She retracts her kissed hoof and offers you the other one. Following suit with your previous example, the other shoe comes off and finds a place on the floor next to its quadruplet. Bringing your two thumbs to the underside of her hoof, you press down, massaging the frog of it. The sharp intake of breath above you gives you the feeling that you're doing something right. Finishing up the quick rub, you lean forward and plant a kiss on this one, as well.

Instead of retracting it right away, you're surprised to feel her affectionately run her hoof along your face. Looking up, you see that smile of contentment on her younger looking face. "Most obedient..." She croons. Her hoof makes its way below your chin, holding there, and then, a small kiss meets your lips. Nothing too lustful... not yet, anyway.

After pulling back, she appears to expedite the rest of the process by simply kicking off her rear two shoes. Well, you suppose that's another way of doing it. With no small amount of grace, Nightmare Moon treads over to her bed in a very lady-like manner, swaying her feminine pony hips the entire way over. Oh yes, that's definitely getting your attention. Climbing onto her bed, she flops onto her back, immediately giving you a shot of her goods. Damn, she wants to get straight to business.

She beckons you forth with a gesture with her hoof, and as obedient as you are, you heed her call, frantically shedding your clothing as fast as you can before you reach the bed. You almost tripped and fell flat on your face, but you did it. Honestly, that's the fastest you've ever undressed, and how appropriate, given the situation. Being about to sexually pleasure a powerful, impatient demigoddess Queen of the Moon and all of Equestria warranted such effort.

As you regain your composure, you take a moment to really take in the sight before you of Nightmare splayed out on the bed. She looked kind of comical in an adorable sort of way. On her back, her limbs had nowhere to go but up. Just a reminder that these may be magical talking horses you're dealing with, they're still definitely horses. Cute posture aside, her area down below indicates how she really feels as she winks for you. She must be thinking some dirty thoughts as she eyes you up like a piece of very fuckable meat. Her 'true' body awaits your touch as it silently begs release from a one thousand, four hundred and ninety three year curse of celibacy. Time to lift that curse.

You bend forward and bring your face closer to ground zero. Sweet Jesus, she's definitely turned on, you can feel the heat radiating from her all the way from here. Getting a closer look starts to send some of your own blood down south. Her dark blue lips twitch ever so slightly, dripping with natural mare lube, crying out to be touched. You're suddenly overcome with curiosity as to how this Nightmare Moon tastes compares to the 'old' Nightmare Moon. Placing your tongue at the base, you slowly bring it upward, savoring the taste of the moon pony. Her groans of relief reassure you that you're doing the right thing. Reaching the apex of her marehood, you focus your point of attack on her weak point. Locating her sacred clitoris wasn't difficult, you've read plenty of smutty fanfiction to get the gist of it. With a swirling motion of your flexible oral muscle, you lavish her love button with all the attention it deserves. The spasms of her hips, and restrained bucking motions upward are a strong indication to 'PLEASE KEEP DOING THAT THING'.

You've more or less tuned out the loud moans and shouts to focus entirely on your work. "OHHH YES! YES!!"

Damn, she gets real loud when her motor's running... Maybe it's just a side effect from not getting laid in over a millennium? Still, if she doesn't keep it down, she's gonna-

"Your Highness! Is everythin-"

"BEGONE!!!"

You don't even have the time to bring your head up from out of her crotch to visually register what just happened, but from the sound of the doors being kicked open, and the voice of the guards being quickly drowned out with a loud explosion of magic paints a pretty clear picture. Shit, you hope you didn't just indirectly kill a poor guard via angry, horny queen cunnilingus.

Your tongue's strokes become heavier as you move in for the kill. Though she reaches her peak shortly after, her thighs clasp around your head, squeezing you firmly into her groin. Oh fuck, it feels like she's actually going to Xenia Onatopp you to death. Her powerful mare muscles take in your tongue as if it were a cock, trying to milk it for its nonexistent payload. You struggle between oxygen and marecum as you desperately take in both through your mouth and nose, with her loud screams of ecstasy drowning out your drowning.

To your relief, her toned, powerful thighs release your captive head from their grasp, and both of you pant heavily, though for very different reasons. While you're thankful to still be alive and unsmothered, Luna has a hoof to her chest and the dopiest grin plastered on her face. Poor girl must have really needed that.

"That... That was... wonderful, Anonymous... Now, please..." She spreads her thighs for you once more. "Please... plant your seed within Us..."

If you were a more analytic man, you would decode that request for some insight into Luna's psyche, or at the very least, become enlightened as to what is possibly her fetish. But you're not an analytic man, nor an expert, or even novice in the field of psychology. You're just a very horny male with a very hard penis.

Luna's dopey grin is contagious, and you ready yourself to take the plunge. With her rear legs in your hands, you line up your diamond-like member with her warm, soaking entrance. The sensation sends you to an alternate dimension completely dominated by bliss and euphoria as her vaginal muscles clamp down on you. She may be an older lady of several thousands of years old... but Gods above, it feel like she's never been used before. Now it was your turn to make those funny, pleasurable noises. No guards would be barging in to come to your rescue, though, you think.

Further and further you sink yourself into her, until you can go no more. Feeling her contract and squeeze you is even better than your wildest dreams, and you've already been there, so you can say that with confidence. Still buried deep inside her, you move her legs apart so you can position your body over top of hers. Face to face, you can see how flushed she is, eyes half-lidded and slack jawed, she's just too adorable in this form, and you can't help but stroke the side of her face.

"A-Anonymous... We have waited so long for this..."

"I know."

Smooth one, Han. Coming off quick from the rebound, you place a swift kiss on her cheek. "You've worked so hard for this... Enjoy it..." Another kiss, the other cheek. "...My Queen."

That, as well as a well-timed thrust from you elicits a well-earned moan from the Mare of the Stars. Her arms and legs wrap around your shoulders and hips as you keep up your rhythm, wrapping her in your own embrace. Her raspy, ragged breaths are certainly bolstering your self-confidence. Holding her tightly, you bury your face in the deliciously warm neck of hers. Honestly, you wanted to get some of her mane in your face, too, but it just didn't seem to be physically going for it. It pretty much just phased through when you went for it, like some kind of ghost-mane. Whatever, the crook of her neck will do just fine.

You feel her warm, furry muzzle doing the same to you. Continuously pounding your mare, you wanted to say something nice like "I love you" or something situation-appropriate like that, but now it seems you've caught the incomprehensible gibberish bug, too. Fucking Luna must have given you that babbling bullshit.

Fucking. Luna. Adjectives and verbs, Dohohoho.

You feel Nightmare's passage twitch, and clamp down on you once again, as well as the slightest bit of warm drool on your shoulder, but it feels so good, though. "M-Moony? I'm so close..." At least you managed to get THAT out.

You hear no response, other than her near-constant moans and breaths. She's so out of it, fucked into an orgasmic hysteria. Nightmare mumbles something, but as expected, it's just gibberish. Focusing as much as you could, you think you could decipher the words "inside" and "make me a mother again..." Though you're pretty sure she knows that your alien human spunk is incompatible with her magic moon goddess horse ovaries...

...You'd be more than happy to indulge her fantasy, anyways.

Calling upon what little strength you have left, you hoist your pony girlfriend upwards, having her wrapped completely in your arms, and you in hers. With new positioning, she spreads her legs out further, allowing you deepest entry as possible. Knowing your end is within reach, you squeeze her hard, and bury yourself as far as you can.

Like a great pressure being relieved from you, you feel several hot spurts of your seed being sprayed deep into the horse goddess, covering her cervix. Both you and her keep your grip on one another, riding the sweet release. After what feels like an eternity, you feel as though your balls have just emptied a gallon of sperm.

...Not even in your wildest dreams.

It's tough finding the energy, and you'd much rather just remain inside of Luna, but you work up the strength and will to slowly pull yourself out of her. There's a slight *pop*, and a small trail of white leaking from her well-loved marehood. With a thumb, you trace it back upwards, ensuring all of it stays within Nightmare Moon's love canal. She coos slightly as she feels you do this, probably feeling like a well-bred mare.

The next few moments are a bit blurry as the afterglow puts you in state of complete and utter stupification, but you somehow find yourself beneath the Solar-themed bedsheets while Luna lays next to you in cuddling position.

After a great sigh of contentment, she gives you a kiss. "Thank you, Anonymous. You are a very good royal boyfriend. It has been so long since We have felt like this. We feel like... like..."

Her eyes drift as she tries to find the words. You'll help.

"A super lady?"

Momentarily, you see her brow scrunch just a bit, as if to tell you 'no, that's stupid, Anonymous.' But then, it relaxes, and she smiles. "Yes... We feel like a very 'super' lady, indeed."

You smile back at her. If it was good enough for her, then it was good enough for you. Wrapping your arms around her, you place her head on your chest, ready to drift off for an early-morning nap.

The ponies of Equestria just don't know what kind of mare they have, here.

Their loss.

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Author's Note

I'm not sorry for Baneposting.