The sun peaked gently over the distant mountains, casting the valleys and villages below in warm colors and soft, long shadows. Celestia sighed as she once more lay her head on her forelegs, humming softly as the early wind caressed her face and brushed her mane with the scent of growing things.

“Your best work yet, my dove,” rumbled the voice behind her.

Celestia’s lip curled a half-smile… on the side he couldn’t see. “Oh? I may have made it too white again, I think. Perhaps soften it next time with a bit of yellow….”

She felt his muzzle press deep into her flowing mane, snuffling her scalp before he gave her ear a playful lick. “Hmm. It seems I have a brush of my own this morning. And what will be my canvas?”

She giggled, lifting her head to nuzzle him as her gaze traveled along his thick, hard belly, to the thick, hard erection that swung beneath it. His pride as a stallion was pointed straight at her delicate face, and it filled her with her own pride as it jerked with almost painful eagerness. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in his musk amongst the wildflowers.

“Good morning,” she breathed, her words hoarse as her throat tightened eagerly and her face and body flushed with desire. She found herself leaning forward—

She gasped as his magic wrapped gently around her, lifting her like she a foal. It was all she could do not to moan as his wing stroked absently along her throat and belly as he carried her back to their bed. Her back sank deep into the mattress as he stood at the foot of the bed, firmly parting her hind legs before him.

Her breathing turned ragged as she gazed at him between the flushed mounds of her breasts. “My love, court begins in—oh!” she gasped, quickly covering her mouth with her hoof as he kissed her defenceless sex, long and deep, a satisfied rumbling emanating from his barrel she winked madly against him. His lips played with hers, his tongue teasing her open as he ran it along her gash, his mouth closing lightly around her desperating jutting clitoris as he suckled on her affectionately.

With a pop he finally released her, his face wet with her love. “I’ll take care of it,” he rumbled softly, confidently, heaving himself forward on the bed by the forelegs.

“But the foals...” she moaned, her mind a fevered haze, her nipples achingly stiff atop her tender mounds. Her thoughts shattered as he nuzzled her swollen teat while fondling the other, lapping at roughly with his thick tongue, taking it into his mouth and suckling firmly, like he still expected her to yield milk for him. Her breasts seemed to spark at his touch, and her tunnel clenched. She struggled to contain her pleasure, determined to appear strong before her husband.

“I’ll take care of them,” he murmured, releasing her teat and heaving him fully onto to the bed. He moved easily above her, like a traveler along a well known and worn trail. He stood above her like a conqueror, his legs and shaft like tree trunks. His is expression was gentle as his face glistened with her love.

She had no more words as he took her face with one hoof, holding her firm as leaned down and kissed her. Their tongues resumed an old dance as his stallionhood throbbed against her belly with the beat of his heart, his heavy testicles resting comfortably between her udders.

Though her lungs began to yearn for breath, her mouth tried to follow his hungrily as he broke the kiss. He stroked her cheek as his gazed into her eyes.

“You’ve done enough, dear heart,” he said quietly. “Let me help you let go.”

His towering horn glowed as he moved her forward beneath him, until his tip rested at her entrance. The rising sun almost seemed to frame their connection as she winked desperately against him.

As he pushed slowly, irresistibly forward, her voice rose from a moan into a scream—

Celestia moaned as her eyes flickered open. Slowly the world came into focus—the hard stone floor against her sore back, the ceiling of the ancient cavern dripping water through the bars of her cage, her hoof still resting against her aching sex.

She groaned. What parts of her didn’t ache at the touch seemed to burn with the need for it. Her teats, her sex, even her anus and throat seemed consumed in a crucible of unnatural fire. It was the worst heat she had ever experienced, and in the wrong season.

She yanked her hoof away from her sex, mortified, lying there in the cold, her heavy iron chains her only company. She tried to pass the time by counting her own ragged breaths. Then her winks.

...

...

...

She lifted her hind legs in the air over her head as she thrust her hoof between them, rubbing as furiously at her lips and clitoris as she could stand. Her rhythmic grunts filled the chamber as she worked, her mind trying to recapture that old dream in this dark place, determined to end this damnable heat.

After a few minutes she flopped back with the clank of chains and a groan, finally more exhausted than horny. Her depths seemed to demand something that she couldn’t give it, and if no amount of debasing herself was going to solve that, then she might as well keep her dignity.

As she accepted this, she felt a measure of calm. It was then that she realized what had likely woken her in the first place—she could see much better than normal, the walls flickering with light. Normally the only illumination in this forgotten place came from her own body, the last of the sun’s magic in the world seeping out through her filthy coat.

Determining where the light must be coming from, Celestia slowly tilted her head back until her amethyst eyes met a pair of golden ones. The batpony stallion stared back at her impassively, the torch in his hoof flickering with a dim blue flame. The only signs of life that he showed were the slight flaring of his nostrils and the much more aggressive flaring of the glossy black penis slung underneath his belly like a spear. It reminded her of….

She felt her eyes tears up and jaw tighten. “What do you want, creature of darkness?” she croaked, trying to focus on his face instead of his groin. “If your mistress could not break me with her instrument, do you think you can do better with yours?”

If he heard her, he didn’t show it. Just when she thought he was going to ignore her entirely, he stirred.

“Get up,” he said calmly.

She repressed a shudder at the thought of more cake, and grit her teeth in defiance. “I will not. If my sister wishes to poison me slowly, then let her come down here and do it herself.”

The sound of synchronized trotting echoed down the stairwell. The utter absence of any other sound left no doubt as to who it was.

“Get up, now,” said the stallion again. She couldn’t even name her jailer; if these… thralls of her sister even had names, they had not deemed her worthy of knowing them.

Her heart beat within her chest, but before she could consider giving into his demand, a squad of the bat-pony creatures entered the torchlight, each just as quiet as their comrade. This time, instead of “food” to shove down her throat, they carried what appeared to be buckets of water and other cleaning tools. Her eyes widened, though whether in desire or fear she wasn’t sure.

The one she recognized as the leader stepped forward. He looked at her like one might look at refuse on one’s hoof.

“She will not get up,” droned the first one. “Also, she is in heat.”

Almost as one the batponies flared their nostrils and breathed deeply, their members quickly dropping from their sheaths, throbbing until they reached full erection, pointing at her accusingly. Her breath quickened as her body seemed to respond in kind, her clitoris jutting forth in greeting as her fluids ran down and over her sensitive anus.

“We can help her with that,” said one.

“I will not stick my cock in her,” said another. “She is filthy.”

“Perhaps it will pacify her,” said the third.

“Quiet,” said the leader. “She belongs to our queen. Get her up!”

Celestia barely had time to draw her wings out of the way of being trampled by the soldiers as they surrounded her, their forehooves shoving underneath her like she was a beached whale.

“I am a princess of Equestria,” she gasped. “How dare—”

She grunted as the smaller stallions yanked and lifted, marehandling her upright, pulling at her legs like a doll until she consented to bear her own weight.

“...How dare you?” she finished, struggling to keep her neck up under the weight of her cruel iron collar.

For an answer, she got a bucketful of cold, soapy water to the face. She barely had time to splutter before the batpony yanked her down to his level and stuck a soft-bristle brush in her mouth, holding her head firm as he brushed her teeth, turning her head this way and that as he worked. Another roughly polished her horn, while two more began scrubbing at her face and neck.

Panic and rage welled up in her in equal measure. Stomping her hoof and snorting, she began to struggle—

Fangs sunk into the softness of her throat, not quite breaking the skin, while more twisted lightly at her ear, and more still pressed into the velvet at the end of her muzzle. She stilled as a strange sense of calmness, even peace, swept over her. Her tail waved as her sex clenched powerfully, more of her mare fluid dripping out onto the floor.

Without a word, the squad released her and continued its work. They held her tightly between them, and every time she so much as twitched they nipped her again, until she was pink with bite marks. She could not see the leader behind her, and every time she imagined him jumping on her back and shoving himself into her body, she clenched powerfully around his imaginary member. Even the thought of his soapy member sliding slowly into her bottom percolated across her mind. She could only imagine how such a thing must feel, but still her anus clenched and ached.

The thoughts splashed out her mind with another bucket of cold water, the water dripping onto the ground much dirtier than it had been. Suddenly the leader was there, grabbing her by the horn and head, forcing her to her knees as he pushed her to the floor.

“I am not a beast,” she droned with her cheek against the floor, before he pressed a hoof against her face, and she was still.

Her midsection passed with dreadful swiftness, the creatures making no effort to preen her wings or otherwise extend their mission beyond “remove dirt.” Out of the corner of her eye should see the leader’s swaying balls looking as succulent as fruit to her fevered mind, his shaft slapping lightly against his belly from time to time. She found herself meditating on every vein, the puffiness of his midring, the shape of his flare, and comparing it to other penises that she had seen.

Then a soft-bristle brush ran across her teat, and she screamed.

The hooves across her face and midsection helped keep her steady as her breasts were roughly brushed clean, the mixed pleasure and pain overwhelming her. The stallions slapped and nipped her rear cheeks as they moved on, though this only seemed to feed heat into her boiling nethers.

Something wet dripped across her muzzle, and for brief fevered moment she thought that the stallion had peed on her, his penis throbbing and his jutting urethra drooling. But then the smell hit her, and her eyes rolled back up into her head as it seemed to sweep all conscious thought before it.

She was dimly aware of something sniffing her marehood. “Her cunt stinks,” said a batpony.

“Clean it,” said the leader. She whimpered.

That whimper turned into a scream as the brush ran against her labia, her sex desperately winking as it tried to swallow the device, her secretions oozing all over the floor. When they reached her clitoris, she thought she might finally orgasm.

Just as she seemed to reach that peak, they pulled away, and suddenly the dirtiest part of all was the only thing left.

The moment she felt that brush touch her rosebud, she grunted, desperately humping her hindquarters up and down against those all-too-soft bristles. The stallions snarled and gripped her tightly, but that just made her anus clench, as if trying to wink in tandem with her marehood.

As they rushed to finish, she struggled weakly, trying to stimulate something, anything, and push herself over that edge.

Her tongue flicker out as more of that stallion seed dripped on her face, and for a moment she caught that bitter, earthy taste, that warm viscosity, the masculine tang of stallion.

She screamed as her whole body clenched, her marehood exploding with force, spraying her love all over the faces of those cruel strangers.

She slowly slumped to the ground, her breathing labored and her mind blank.

“...She peed on me!” yelled one of the batponies, in the first case of genuine emotion that she had heard.

“She did not pee on you,” said the leader calmly. “Come. We should make our report.”

Celestia’s breaths slowed as she lay there, feeling somehow even dirtier than before, like she belonged in the filth, the sounds of her violators slowly receding up the same stairwell as her sister.

In the darkness, her marehood winked.

As welcome as Chrysalis was in Nightmare Moon's presence, the dark alicorn couldn't deny that the other queen was getting to her. Not because of her beauty, and she was beautiful, and not because of her seduction, because she was tempting.

It was because she wouldn't leave her alone.

Nightmare Moon had awoken with a shock to find Chrysalis staring her in the face, asking if she wanted her morning wood serviced. When she refused, the changeling queen had followed her around through her morning routine, making lewd comments during her bath, touching her suggestively as she brushed her mane, and lurking just a ways behind as she conducted her day to day business.

The early-evening had been taxing, to say the least. Chrysalis's presence was a constant threat to her dignity as she resisted slipping out of her sheath at every touch, comment, and flash of Chrysalis's long tongue or fit backside. Nightmare Moon hadn't said anything, as she had agreed to let Chrysalis mentor her in the use of her new equipment, but the constant feeling of those piercing reptilian eyes fixated on her backside and crotch, completely enamored with the one part of herself Nightmare Moon tried to ignore, had left her a bit anxious.

With the arrival of Chrysalis, Nightmare Moon decided it was high time to have Celestia's throne removed from her court room, and that first order of business had taken quite some time as she supervised the guards dismantling it piece by piece. In a way, it was cathartic to see the last vestige of her sister's authority stripped from their old castle. The only reason she hadn't done it sooner is because she had been distracted with other matters. Seeing it taken from the throne room, and by Equestrian guards, rather than batponies no less, was just another small, yet satisfying victory for her.

"You seem pleased," Chrysalis murmured into Nightmare Moon's ear as she watched the chunks of stone carried out on the backs of ponies.

"I am," Nightmare Moon responded simply.

"Splendid," Chyrsalis responded. She slid around to Nightmare Moon's other side, rubbing herself across her chest like a cat. Nightmare Moon couldn't help but glance down at those taut flanks and graceful body. Chrysalis seemed to notice, grinning. "But if you have enough time to watch ponies work, don't you think you have enough time for a lesson? Hm?"

Nightmare Moon rolled her eyes. Chrysalis had been pestering her for a 'lesson' since she awoke, whatever that meant. Nightmare Moon knew she wouldn't stop too until she finally honored their deal. She reminded herself of the nightmares' verdict on learning to use her new genitals, and if Chrysalis could help, she knew she shouldn't resist so hard. So with a sigh, she agreed. "Fine, fine. What is your first lesson, changeling?"

Chrysalis licked her lips with relish, her fangs flashing. "Well, your stallionhood is so very impressive. Perhaps the greatest of them all, even among natural stallions. That is something to take pride in, wouldn't you say?"

Nightmare Moon could already see where she was going with this, but she didn't like it. "Get to the point," she growled at Chrysalis.

Chrysalis let the flash of anger roll off her back as she circled around Nightmare Moon. "You need to show your pride in your cock. Do you even know how to drop it?"

"I've never tried. It's always behaved on its own," Nightmare Moon responded quietly, already nervous about the surrounding guards overhearing their conversations.

"Ooh," Chrysalis trilled. "That is a good first lesson. You should drop. Right here, where your subjects can marvel at your impressive royal scepter."

Nightmare Moon could already feel heat flooding her face. "I will do no such thing!" she hissed back.

Chrysalis clicked her tongue. "Pity. Are you so ashamed of your body that you hide it like a young filly?"

"Well, no..." Nightmare Moon responded softly. She couldn't forget the moments she had lost her struggle against her balls the past few days, and especially how good losing felt.

"And are you not Queen of this Eternal Night? You can do as you please. No one can stand against you," Chrysalis continued.

"Just because I can doesn't mean I should," Nightmare Moon replied.

"Pah!" Chrysalis exclaimed. "You sound like your sister."

That made Nightmare Moon's face burn in an entirely different way. "Is that so? Fine then. Have it your way. How am I supposed to... 'drop,' exactly?"

"Relax," Chrysalis whispered into Nightmare Moon's ear, sending a shiver down the alicorn's wings.

Nightmare Moon nodded. She took a couple of deep breaths, focusing her awareness on her fat sheath and heavy nuts. It really wasn't so different than resisting her erections, she supposed. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about how embarrassing it would be to reveal herself like this, like some pervert flashing mares in the street, and focused only on finally giving her troublesome prick permission to come out and play.

But after a few long moments, Nightmare Moon opened her eyes. She hadn't felt even a single stir. "It's not working," she said flatly.

Chrysalis raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're doing it right?" she said, circling around the Queen, inspecting her sheath.

"You're the expert!" Nightmare Moon hissed back.

Chrysalis only shrugged. "It is not as if I possess one myself."

Nightmare Moon tossed her head back with a growl. "Aren't you a shapeshifter? You've never taken the form of a stallion?"

Chrysalis waved her holy hoof dismissively. "My anatomy is comprised of magic when I change. I can alter it with my will alone. It is entirely different." Nightmare Moon let out another growl of frustration, and Chrysalis shrugged again. "Oh, well. There are always other ways to coax out a shy shaft." With as much subtlety as one would expect from a changeling, Chrysalis flared her horn just slightly, just enough to fondle and roll Nightmare Moon's full balls in their sack, letting them bounce, before moving up to massage her fleshy sheath.

Nightmare Moon gasped in shock and pleasure. Her wings instinctively started to flare, and she could already feel her lower flare emerging too. "Wait!" she protested.

"Relax," Chrysalis urged her again. A gentle, warm pleasure oozed through Nightmare Moon's groin, and she could now feel her sheath stirring very much. She bit her lip as her tip tingled, and let out another heavy breath when she felt a weight tug down at her hips and back legs. She quickly scanned between them - her black meat had emerged fully, and the pull was from the heft of it alone falling limply. Chrysalis ceased her magical touches, and it seemed that the beast was content to sway and throb lazily beneath her without growing much stiffer, but she knew it wouldn't take much to bring it to full mast. Already a bead of heavy precum formed at her head. "Perfect," Chrysalis cooed with a satisfied smile. "And your first test approaches. No shame now," she reminded Nightmare Moon before stepping back.

Nightmare Moon's heart skipped when she saw a guard approach her to report. A mare, a cyan pegasus at that, with a rainbow mane, dressed in her guards' black armor. Only the briefest moment of panic raced through the queen's mind before she straightened herself up. She couldn't hide her drawn cock now, but her instincts wouldn't let her appear timid in front of a subject.

The mare saluted. "The throne's gone, Your..." she couldn't finish her address as her eyes widened, catching sight of that intimidating dick swinging beneath her queen's hindlegs.

Nightmare Moon felt her temple bead with sweat, but she did her best to keep her voice composed. "Something amiss, Lieutenant Dash?" she demanded.

"N- not at all, y-Your Highness," Rainbow Dash sputtered, but her gaze was still locked on the slab of stallion meat before her eyes.

Rainbow Dash was clearly the more nervous of the two, and Nightmare Moon finally felt in control of the situation. Stepping forward, letting herself tower over the pegasus, she said, "Well? Are you going to return to your post, or are you going to stare-" Nightmare Moon froze for a moment. She didn't know what to say next.

Chrysalis's sweet whisper found her ear. "Cock."

"Are you going to stare at my cock all evening?" Nightmare Moon finished. Her face burned and her throat felt dry after saying it aloud, but she held her stance, waiting to see how the mare would react.

Rainbow Dash's mouth moved as she stammered, her ears laying flat. "Y-y... Yes, My Queen," she said, quickly bowing, turning, and fleeing back to her position, trying not to trip over her own hooves.

Chrysalis clapped her hooves with glee. "Oh, that was marvelous, Your Majesty! Such a display of confidence and power! How do you feel?"

"Dirty. Embarrassed. Humiliated," Nightmare Moon seethed between clenched teeth.

"Go on?" Chrysalis prodded.

Nightmare Moon froze in silence for a moment. "She couldn't stop staring."

"How could she? How could anyone take their eyes off of such a magnificent stallionhood?" Chrysalis answered.

"...Aroused," Nightmare Moon admitted. "I... I enjoyed her staring."

Chrysalis stroked Nightmare Moon's face with a hoof. "Of course you did. It's natural. And you have every right to enjoy it. You are Queen, after all."

Nightmare Moon was tempted to nod. But she only turned away. She could already feel the other gathered servants and guards beginning to stare. "I have other matters to attend to," she said as she left the room.

"Very well," Chrysalis acquiesced, trailing behind the black mare. "But do not let your cock retreat just yet. You must grow accustomed to it. You must learn to use it and work with it. You can't do that if you keep it tucked away all the time."

Nightmare Moon sighed. "Fine," she agreed. She didn't have the energy to protest, and perhaps she didn't want to. After all, Lieutenant Dash's reaction hadn't been so bad. Nightmare Moon wasn't quiet yet sold on the idea, and she still felt like her own genitals were an alien parasite to her body, but she knew things wouldn't improve if she didn't give Chyrsalis's suggestion a chance.

So with another deep breath, this time to steady herself, she began to head to the war room to meet with Vanguard again, and she let her cock swing the entire way. And swing it did. Walking with it "dropped" was rather awkward, like she had a fifth leg that was numb, and she could feel the head bumping her thighs as it flopped beneath her. She was afraid she was going to trip on it, and her gait became wide and irregular as a result.

"Work with it," Chrysalis encouraged, seeing her trouble. "You know how it's going to move. Walk like it."

Nightmare Moon nodded. She looked down at her flaccid member, watching it bounce to and fro beneath her. It did have a pattern to it, a back-and-forth that was wild, but predictable. She adjusted her gait, and found that her steps needed to be much larger to accommodate the motion, but once her stride increased, she no longer felt her dick smacking herself so much, and she felt confident taking such large steps with such a large member on display.

"Spread your legs, give your balls some room as well," Chrysalis urged. Nightmare Moon did so, and this helped even more. She didn't know her gait had been crowding her balls this entire time, but as soon as she widened the stance of her back legs a bit, she felt her orbs dangle more heavily, bouncing up and down jauntily with every step, her heavy sack moving with the rhythm of her step just like her cock. She took another breath, and it felt like she had been holding it. But now that her balls were free, she felt more relaxed.

"Is this how stallions feel?" Nightmare Moon asked.

"All the time. Isn't it wonderful?" Chrysalis asked.

Nightmare Moon could only nod. As she turned down a main corridor of the castle, she passed servants and guards alike, and she could feel their eyes on her. They bowed to her as she passed, but their eyes inevitably lingered on her exposed junk, her legs and tail no longer doing much to hide her endowments. Pupils narrowed and ponies gasped as they saw the thick cock hanging flaccid beneath their queen, but no one dared speak a word. Nightmare Moon was worried that they were horrified, that they saw her as a true monster or a wild animal. And she was sure that some did to a degree, but she could sense something else. It was in the way they stared, just like Lieutenant Dash had. Even if they were frightened by her stallionhood, they were impressed, too. There was no doubt about it.

The novelty did fade after some time, though, and her member wilted and retreated back to its sheath quickly, without an erection to sustain its presence. Nightmare Moon didn't mind one bit, but Chrysalis noticed right away. "Ah-ah, no getting soft on me now," she purred. "Go on now, don't be shy. Do I need to rub you down again?"

"Don't," Nightmare Moon said harshly. "Once is enough for now. I'm about to enter a meeting, and I can't drop it myself, so it'll just have to wait for later."

Chrysalis pouted, her thin, soft lips pursed. Her tongue flicked out in annoyance, snakelike. "If you must," she said with a sigh. "But that captain of yours, Vanguard - make sure you ask him how to drop. It's a basic function, and if you're going to be a stallion, you need to learn."

Nightmare Moon rolled her eyes. She thought Chrysalis was being very frivolous about all of this, but asking Vanguard would provide an opportunity to break the ice with him on a more personal level, and perhaps see his own goods as well, and the mare in her certainly didn't mind that. So she agreed, "Fine." And that was that.

Vanguard, punctual as ever, sat in the war room awaiting his queen. He stood and bowed his head to Nightmare Moon as she entered, and fixed his golden eyes on Chrysalis as she followed. Nightmare Moon took her seat, but Chrysalis was not presumptuous enough to do so. She kept herself occupied examining the ornaments and books around the room while Nightmare Moon spoke.

She didn't want to lead right away with the personal questions. Chrysalis or no Chrysalis, there was business to be done, and her kingdom's affairs came first. "Report, captain," she ordered as she took her seat. She did, at the very least, spread her legs a bit wider, wide enough to let her balls sit comfortably on the seat, but the edge of the table prevented even Vanguard from seeing her sheath or jewels.

Vanguard nodded and replied, "The Equestrians seem to be filling into our ranks without too many problems. Indeed, their desire for stability seems to outweigh their desire for their old kingdom back. I don't believe the Equestrians are happy yet, or fully recognize you as their sovereign ruler, but this will take time."

"Of course," Nightmare Moon replied. "The Eternal Night has only just begun. They have yet to see all that I have to offer them, the power and freedoms that they never had under my sun-loving sister. For now, though, stability and fear will do."

"On that issue, My Queen," Vanguard answered. His eyes shifted toward Chrysalis momentarily. "The Equestrians are aware of the changeling presence, both among them and in the capital. Rumors are rampant that you intend to feed them to the changelings, or that you've been seduced by the changelings." Here, Vanguard paused again to look at Chrysalis. "Their fear and paranoia may upheave the fragile stability we've created."

Nightmare Moon scoffed. "The ponies believe I could be so witless? My country is my own, and how it is governed is my decision alone. No changeling could influence that." Nightmare Moon noticed Vanguard's pointed glances. "Do you have doubts about our arrangements with the changelings, captain?"

He paused. "I see the wisdom in having them. They are effective spies, and as enemies of Celestia, they are valuable allies if conflict escalates again. But I can't help but wonder about the nature of your relationship with Queen Chrysalis. She only appeared yesterday, but already you two are quite close. I understand you are powerful, but as your guard captain and your personal guard, I feel I must know in order to protect you properly."

Chrysalis seethed. "Why, that insolent-"

"Quiet," Nightmare Moon silenced her. A hot flame of rage burned in Chrysalis's eyes as she was cut off, but Nightmare Moon continued. "You are a loyal and fastidious servant, Vanguard. I commend your courage, willing to question even your Queen for her own good."

"I am only fulfilling my duty, My Queen," Vanguard said humbly, with another bow.

Nightmare Moon continued. "I have not been Nightmare Moon long, at least not on this world. My powers, indeed, my very... body, is far different from that of Princess Luna. I believe you have noticed my struggle to fully understand all that I am now, and all I can do, let alone the reasons behind it. Queen Chrysalis, as a changeling, provides a unique perspective that is already proving valuable in my search for understanding. You could say that she is, in some ways... an advisor, then. Does that satisfy you?"

Vanguard, even with the implications to his Queen's anatomy, remained professional. He bowed once more. "It does, My Queen. I have no reason to believe you are compelled to say this, and I trust your judgment. If that is the case, then I would only recommend some measure to ensure your ponies that they are still your subjects, and will not be under any other power than yours."

"You should spend some time amongst them," Chrysalis suggested. "Let them get to know you a little better. The real you." Chrysalis honeyed voice left no doubt as to what exactly she was imagining when she spoke those last words.

"An outing, then," Nightmare Moon agreed. "Ponyville remains stable, a cultural core of Equestria, no? I will go there, and present myself to my subjects. They will see my authority and strength, and know that as long as I am on the throne, there could be no other power mighty enough to upset the Eternal Night I have created."

"Yes, My Queen," Vanguard said. "I shall prepare the carriage, and we will prepare to leave soon."

Chrysalis elbowed Nightmare Moon. She had agreed to ask Vanguard the more personal questions, and the opportunity was passing as he headed for the door. "Captain?" she stopped him.

He turned to face her. "Yes, My Queen?"

Chrysalis was beaming with delight as she watched Nightmare Moon work up the nerve to ask. The alicorn tried her best not to falter in her speech. "If you have a moment, I was hoping you could answer some questions of a rather... personal nature."

Vanguard hardly blinked. "Of course, My Queen. What is it you need?"

Even Chrysalis was surprised by his composure. Nightmare Moon continued reluctantly. "Well... you are a stallion, correct?"

"Yes, My Queen," he answered promptly, no matter how obvious it was that Nightmare Moon was beating around the bush.

"You do not behave like the others, though. I've never once seen you spy a mare, nor show any trace of emotion," Nightmare Moon asked. It wasn't exactly what she needed to ask, but she was still curious.

"I am a creation of the nightmare, like yourself, My Queen," Vanguard answered. "To an extent, I suppose I was made to perfectly fill my position."

"So you're a construct? How creepy," Chrysalis commented.

"Not at all," Vanguard replied. "I am certain I have a spirit just as any of you do, and I would wager it existed within the nightmare before my body was fashioned. I experience all of the same things as a pony. I suppose you could say I am simply enhanced."

"Enhanced, eh?" Chrysalis said, licking her lips.

The thought crossed Nightmare Moon's mind as well, but she nor Vanguard responded to the changeling queen. "So, you experience all the same feelings as a normal stallion?"

"Yes, My Queen."

Nightmare Moon felt warm, nervous. But she wanted to know too badly, and it was too late to go back now. "So you experience... arousal?"

Again, Vanguard answered with hardly a blink. "Yes, My Queen."

Nightmare Moon took a breath to calm herself. Now or never. "I'm sure you've noticed my... change in anatomy, Vanguard," she began.

"Yes, My Queen," he answered promptly.

Nightmare Moon raised an eyebrow at him. He wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. "Why didn't you say anything?" she asked pointedly.

"Your genitals are not my concern, My Queen, and I thought it best not to draw attention to your discomfort unless asked directly."

Nightmare Moon nodded. She supposed if he, or anypony, had been so blunt, she would have been very defensive. But at least the ice was broken now. "I bring it up because... I've found that my new anatomy is rather... troublesome," she said. "Chrysalis, in part, has been helping me understand and control it, but there are things even she does not know, and we thought it best to consult a flesh-and-blood stallion."

Vanguard nodded his understanding. "You can ask me anything, My Queen, and I will do my best to answer. If you wish to consult me about the finer points of male anatomy, I am happy to help."

Nightmare Moon nodded in response, surprised at his sincerity. "Yes, well..." she felt another rush of hot blood flood her face, warmth coming over her. If she was a female, she was sure she'd be winking like mad, but the excitement of the situation was already causing her sheath to stir, as she tried to suppress it. This was a moment she had been fantasizing about for a while, and now that it was about to come true, she felt giddy and lightheaded.

"Yes, My Queen?" Vanguard prompted her.

Nightmare Moon tried to snap out of it. Drawing herself up tall, she said in a fuller, more confident voice, "Captain Vanguard, I would like you to 'drop' for me."

He nodded. "Yes, My Queen."

Nightmare Moon's heart skipped a beat, and Chrysalis came up on her flank, wrapping her malformed hooves around the alicorn's neck as the royals watched the stallion before them. He kept his head raised in a dignified pose, and lifted his front hoof so that they could better see his groin. Nightmare Moon gasped rather suddenly when she spotted his two dark orbs, filling his black sack like obsidian stones, much like her own, set below a thick sheath. It wasn't long before that sheath stirred, and Nightmare Moon could see his dark flare, and then suddenly his whole shaft emerge and flop out, bouncing and swaying just like her own did. His member was pitch black like her own, clean and well-formed, without any excessive veins or odd curves. She watched it throb right before her eyes and begin to lift, gaining life and stiffness, slowly arching toward his belly as Vanguard grew erect before her.

"My," Chrysalis cooed.

"Captain, you are..." Nightmare Moon spoke, but she had to gulp, rather at a loss for words. Now she knew how Lieutenant Dash had felt.

"Yes, My Queen?" Vanguard asked in an even tone, still displaying himself fully and openly to her.

"You are... quite hung."

Indeed, with Vanguard's spear at full mast, Nightmare Moon had to admit she was impressed. She may not have seen many phalluses in her life, but she knew an impressive cock when she saw one, and Vanguard impressed in both length and thickness, truly a commanding dick to wield. Sure, it obviously couldn't compare to her own queenly shaft, but Nightmare Moon would have liked to see the infamous Big Macintosh measure up to her guard captain.

"I agree, My Queen. Like a buffalo, they say. Perhaps even better," Chrysalis trilled, her eyes gleaming with lust as she licked her lips.

"Thank you, My Queen," Vanguard said with yet another humble nod.

Nightmare Moon raised an eyebrow. "Are all you batponies so gifted? Or are you endowed according to rank?" she asked.

"Neither, My Queen," Vanguard said. "From what I've observed, it appears to be as random as any other stallion. Perhaps my rank has influenced my size, but without another captain to compare to, I can't say with any certainty."

The royals nodded. "He's all the more fortunate then," Chrysalis said.

"Yes," Nightmare Moon agreed. "I can't imagine how you keep so composed with such a beast to wrestle with on a daily basis."

"It doesn't trouble me. My duty is to lead your guards and be your aide, not to breed. My stallionhood has always been a quiet part of me, always present, yet not given any more attention than any other part of me," he answered.

"Pity," Chrysalis muttered, licking her fangs once more.

Nightmare Moon stared, admiring the thick, throbbing member for a moment longer, smiling slightly. "Well, the reason I ask is that I've had trouble learning how to... drop, you see, and I was wondering if you could instruct me." Once it was out, Nightmare Moon felt much better, both the words and Vanguard's shaft.

"Of course," he answered. "It's quite simple. Merely flex your abdominal muscles, or the muscles of your groin and sheath. It is crude, but pretend you have to urinate. The act of flexing will stir your shaft to emerge. From there, simply continue to become erect. Your penis should move, flexing and bobbing, and that should cause you enough pleasure to achieve a full and stiff erection, as I have." Again, Vanguard turned himself a bit to display his bobbing member.

Nightmare Moon had no idea how he did it so shamelessly, said all those words and displayed himself, but she supposed that is what she would eventually learn. "I see." Nightmare Moon closed her eyes an did as Vanguard instructed. After a few flexes, she could feel her sheath tighten with each squeeze of her muscles, gripping around her hidden flare. A ripple went through her groin, and she could feel her dormant shaft begin to move on its own. Before she knew it, it had slid out, again dropping heavily beneath her with a few bobs. She let out another breath once it had emerged, but grinned. "I did it! I dropped!" she announced excitedly.

"Splendid," Chrysalis congratulated her, hugging her around the neck with one arm, and running a hoof down her chest with the other. "You're learning so quickly, My Queen. Soon you could give Vanguard male lessons." Chrysalis again couldn't keep her eyes off of Nightmare Moon's cock, eyeing the massive queen meat like it was a feast.

"I don't know about that," Nightmare Moon said. She turned to Vanguard. "But, I did have some trouble walking like this. Are stallionhoods always so cumbersome?" she asked, her shame having all but left her.

"Not always. But for those of us that are better-endowed, it can be more of a challenge to work with. I would be happy to instruct you on the ins and outs of being hung, if you please," he offered.

Nightmare Moon nodded. "That would be very helpful, Vanguard. You would certainly know better than anypony," she couldn't help but compliment that magnificent rod of his.

"Thank you, My Queen."

"Oh, splendid," Chrysalis clopped her hooves together. "And now that we know how to properly display ourselves, we're all ready for our outing! And I've got just the thing prepared!" Chrysalis lit up her horn, the green aura flashing and emitting a high frequency ring that Nightmare Moon could barely hear as she signaled to her drones.

Nightmare Moon whipped her head around to face Chrysalis. "What are you doing?"

Chrysalis just waved her off with a hoof. "No need to be upset, Your Majesty. Trust me, you're going to love this!"

A clank of chains could be heard down the hall before a group of changelings burst through the door with their prisoner. Nightmare Moon gasped as they had none other than her sister in their grasp.

"Celestia?" she wondered aloud. She turned back to Chrysalis. "What is the meaning of this? She is to remain imprisoned!" she roared.

Chrysalis took the alicorn's rage in stride as she circled around Nightmare Moon again. "Look closer, my dear. I think she looks simply ravishing, don't you agree?"

Nightmare Moon looked at her sister, laying pitifully on the floor below her. Her eyes were hollow and her mane was disheveled, and it was clear her time in the dungeon had worn on her. Her body was in rough shape, red marks around her neck and legs where her manacles had sat for months now, and her belly and flanks were plump as ever with Nightmare Moon's cruel prank of a feeding regimen. But Chrysalis had taken the liberty to dress her as well. Celestia's dove-white wings were bound in special restraints, her face fitted with a tight anti-magic bridle and bit, complete with reins, and her tail hiked up and tied to the same attachment as her wings, all fitted and fastened to a heavy black collar with Nightmare Moon's crescent emblem on the front.

So many thoughts and feelings bombarded Nightmare Moon she felt as if she had whiplash. She had put her sister in chains, yes, but seeing her bound like this, in such a provocative manner was a level of cruelty Nightmare Moon would never stoop to. It was so wrong in so many ways, and yet it was so delicious to see her sister wrapped up like a breeding cow, a form of sweet justice to put her in her place as the lowest of mares in the Eternal Night. But Nightmare Moon could see more on Celestia's face, her tired eyes and heavy breath; a breaking will, yet the fortuitous light in her eyes did not yet show signs of fading, despite the outward brokenness. Nightmare Moon wondered if this was the result of the new gear, or if this had been caused by her fit of rage and lust last time she had visited her. She had wanted to break Celestia, of course, but to do it that way was something Nightmare Moon had never wanted to stoop to, and her shame was great, knowing she had betrayed her decorum and succumbed to her body in their last interaction.

But something else caught Nightmare Moon's attention, a heady scent that triggered something deep within her, and made her loins stir, much like the last time she saw her sister. It was a scent she was familiar with, at least, long, long ago, but she had never quite experienced it in this way. Somewhat sour, primal, and utterly erotic - a mare in heat. Nightmare Moon didn't dare circle around Celestia to confirm it, as she knew what effect it would have on her eager stallionhood, but she knew Celestia was positively dripping. Nightmare Moon took a deep inhale of her scent, and already she could feel herself stiffening powerfully. Even Vanguard's stoic shaft twitched and throbbed at the feminine musk.

"Well? Do you like?" Chrysalis purred into Nightmare Moon's ear.

Nightmare Moon did like. Even more than Celestia's scent, seeing her low, bound, and tied up for mounting sent a thrilling shiver down her spine. Yes, she enjoyed this very much. But she responded, "What is the meaning of this?" She turned toward Vanguard. "Did you know of this?"

Vanguard's surprise was clear. "No, My Queen. The stallions and I just washed her earlier today, and she had no such garments. Chrysalis's changelings must have done this."

"You and I have much in common, Your Majesty," Chrysalis started, rubbing up along Nightmare Moon as she spoke. "I've wanted to see Celestia beaten and cowed almost as much as you have, I'd wager. I thought this would be a splendid opportunity for us to celebrate our new arrangement, as well as reinforce to the Equestrians just who's really in charge." Chrysalis giggled with delight, "Just imagine the looks on their faces when they see the Princess of the Sun walking the streets, forced to present herself to every stallion that sees her like a cheap whore! Maybe we should make her offer herself to them? Hm?"

Another erotic shiver ran through Nightmare Moon as she looked down at her pathetic sister. Her blood ran hot through her veins, and she knew she was now painfully erect, her mighty mare-breaking cock at full mast and ready to conquer, and as much as she feared losing control to her rage again, she didn't feel angry like she did last time. She was thrilled. She grinned. This was a power unlike any she had felt before. Now, perhaps for the first time, she understood what the nightmare voices had meant when they said there was power in maleness. Terrible power, yes, but power nonetheless.

"No," Nightmare Moon said. "She doesn't deserve such pleasure. She can beg all she likes, but let no pony touch her." Nightmare Moon got a thrill just from giving the decree. She craned her neck down to Celestia's level, looking her in the eye. "What do you think of that, my horny sister?"

Celestia could barely grit her teeth in defiance around the bit in her mouth. But still, she answered back, "You taunt me, yet you display your own perverse arousal so shamelessly. Who is truly the horny sister?"

The taunt might have raised her ire before, but Nightmare Moon only tossed her head. "Still ever the virgin, aren't we, Celestia? You wanted us to be so pure and pristine, but I have always been this way. At least I had the sense to know a mare, even a princess, needs the attention of a choice guard each heat, but you would never debase yourself in such a way as we 'ordinary' ponies, would you, Celestia? And so I had to deal with my needs in secret, keeping quiet in the closets of our castle like a slutty maid, just another feeling I was forced to bury because of your insufferable morality. But I am your sister, Celestia. I know you. I know you went through the same heats I did, and while you never took a stallion, I know you wanted to. You can't deny it like you denied yourself. And now you feel it, don't you? All those centuries of neglect?"

Celestia lowered her gaze, and Nightmare Moon could see thoughts swimming in her eyes, feelings of uncertainty, even need. Yet she remained defiant. "My country has always come first. I... need nothing, except for my little ponies to be happy."

Nightmare Moon continued to crow above her. "That is why I deny you now. I thought I could break you by force, but I see now I was wrong. No, you must admit to your mistakes, sister. I have owned up to my desires, and I will not let you indulge in yours unless you do as well. You want to be mounted and satisfied as a mare? Not until you beg for it."

Nightmare Moon smelled another tang of arousal, sweeter and brighter than Celestia's, and she spotted a few droplets of wetness spill from a wide-eyed Chrysalis's flanks. Chrysalis rushed to Nightmare Moon and wrapped her up tightly with her hooves. "Your Majesty! That was perfect! You were so powerful, strong, and commanding! I knew you would make a fine stallion!" Nightmare Moon grinned, the close proximity of two highly-aroused mares driving her wild, but she accepted the praise well.

Celestia found her voice once more. "Are you truly a stallion now, Nightmare Moon?" she asked. "I know the old Luna is no more. I know you've changed. Your stallionhood is plain as day," she said, nodding toward the stiff erection pointing at her face. "But have you truly changed? And for what purpose? You may possess testicles fit for a king, but is that all there is to being a stallion? Are you not still my sister?"

Nightmare Moon could see the way Celestia wanted to cling to some kind of sentimentality, some semblance of the old, familiar Luna. But to deny her the pleasure of association would be to deny her own femininity. Nightmare Moon still felt female somewhere deep inside her, even though she knew she was outwardly completely male. So she answered, "I am myself, the Queen of the Eternal Night, and if the dark powers that be dictate that I am to rule with a mighty cock, then so be it. Better than your feeble marehood, perhaps."

There was a long pause, and Celestia could find no more words, only shaking her head in disappointment. Finally, Vanguard spoke, still equally as aroused as Nightmare Moon by the presence of females, yet his voice was composed as ever. "If we are done here, then let us prepare to leave. I will make sure Celestia is fit for transport."

Nightmare Moon nodded. "Yes. Well done, Chrysalis. You have indeed brought me a fine gift. I will go now to get dressed, and we can enjoy the outing in Ponyville together."

"Goodie," Chrysalis chirped. "And just think, the sight of you, leading Celestia by the reins, dripping wet while you display that beastly cock of yours, flaunting your might for-"

"I will do no such thing," Nightmare Moon cut her off.

Chrysalis pouted. "But why not? You've already displayed yourself for the castle staff. Shame doesn't become you, Your Majesty."

"My castle is one matter. Public is another. I am not my sister, but I will still carry myself with dignity. My new dress will be perfect for the occasion, I think," Nightmare Moon answered.

Chrysalis sighed, whining now, "But that dress is so filly-ish! Don't you want to wear something more powerful and imposing to show yourself to your subjects? Perhaps your armor?"

Nightmare Moon knew how exposed she was in her armor, and with Celestia around, she would surely be known as the Queen of the Eternal Erection before anything else. She shook her head. "I won't hear another word of it. We'll leave soon."

Vanguard bowed dutifully. Chrysalis frowned, but didn't say a word. With a nod to each of them, Nightmare Moon left the room.

She took a moment in the hallway, even with a guard and a couple changelings around, to calm herself and try to subdue her erection. She wasn't mortified to have it, but she still didn't want to be seen rock-hard around the castle. And without Chrysalis at her side, she wondered how in the world she had agreed to display herself flaccid in front of anypony, and even a female lieutenant! Nightmare Moon quietly wondered if Chrysalis was indeed a stronger influence on her than she thought, as Vanguard had suspected? Yet her own words contradicted her recent bout of shame; if she had to choose between being a lewd queen and a prude queen, she supposed she would rather be her new self than Celestia. She might not have known exactly who her new self was, but anything was better than Celestia.

When she retreated to her wardrobe, much of her worries faded as she stepped into her new dress. Feeling the sleek, dark fabric over her coat made her feel so very feminine again, and it was a welcome feeling amid her confused flurry of thoughts that night. It wasn't quite as comfortable as she remembered; her flanks and rear legs had little room to move and spread, and her balls felt terribly crowded, but she knew that beauty was pain. At least she was covered.

By the time Nightmare Moon reappeared at the castle entrance, her chariot was prepared, teamed by a few batpony guards with Vanguard at point. Chrysalis was awaiting in the chariot, Celestia's reins in her mouth. Chrysalis bowed to Nightmare Moon, and the alicorn returned the gesture. But as she stepped into the chariot heading to Ponyville, she noticed something about Celestia as she was made to lay on the floor of the chariot. With her tail hiked high and tied to her collar, it was impossible to miss the round object lodged within her backside; a glistening black butt plug.

"What is... that?" Nightmare Moon asked, hesitant to even motion to it with her horn.

"Do you like it?" Chrysalis. She took Celestia's reins in her magic, stooping down to stroke her face with her gnarled hoof. "I know you want Celestia to beg for any sort of satisfaction, and while some mares certainly love the sensation," the way Chrysalis's voice dripped made clear she was a fan herself, "I thought it might be a good way to tease her. Plus, look at her face. Isn't her embarrassment delicious?"

Celestia's cheeks were indeed red, and Nightmare Moon could see her tail straining against its binding to lower and cover her stuffed rump. Still, the other princess spoke, pleading with her sister. "Luna, please remove this lewd device. I know you have come to embrace your new sexuality, but I never thought you would stoop so low as to sexual abuse and rape! Is this the mare you are?"

Celestia's words stung, and even though Nightmare Moon knew she was only appealing to her honor to try and mitigate her humiliation, her words were compelling. But Nightmare Moon wouldn't bend so easily. "Do not tell me what sort of mare I am, or who I should be. Besides, if I didn't know any better, I would say you were enjoying it." Nightmare Moon stepped into the chariot without another word to her sister, and they lifted off into the night.

Chrysalis continued to hang over Nightmare Moon, and even though her attention and the scent of Celestia's heat made her sheath pulse and ache, she found that she was able to ignore her demanding libido for the time being. She knew that with all the attention, her member wouldn't remain so compliant for long, but she found that wearing the dress and having her genitals so confined helped in reasserting her control over her body. Or perhaps indulging in it somewhat made it less petulant? Nightmare Moon couldn't be sure. She would worry about it after she had left Ponyville.

Nightmare Moon hadn't realized how busy she had been, though. She hadn't taken the time to enjoy the Eternal Night since she took the throne, and this chariot ride was the first flight she had taken in her new sky. She couldn't help but admire her handiwork; countless twinkling stars, brighter than ever without the sun's oppressive light to compete with, a rainbow of nebulas that splashed bold swaths of color onto the inky canvas, and the masterpiece that was her moon, no longer emblazoned with her image, brighter and more lovely than anything Celestia could have produced. It made Nightmare Moon's breast brim with pride to fly among such a placid, yet mysterious and beautiful sky, and she was certain the ponies of Equestria would come to appreciate it just as she had.

Ponyville would indeed be a good place to start. The small town had a lot of heart, and was also the nearest to her castle in the Everfree. Winning their favor, or at least their fealty, would be the first step in the second "conquering" of Equestria. She had already conquered the territory, but now she must make its subjects her subjects.

So when the chariot landed on the bridge outside of Ponyville, Nightmare Moon stood tall and proud, knowing she looked both regal and intimidating in her dress and in her tall, statuesque form.

Chrysalis stepped down alongside her. "Oh, I'm so excited for this! And I'm thrilled you liked the idea for Celestia. I think this little excursion will send the message loud and clear: 'submit, or be broken.'"

Nightmare Moon raised an eyebrow at Chrysalis. "Not quite what I had in mind. This is about power. Power that gives me the ability to turn Celestia into my slave. I want to remind these ponies that my power is also the power that is protecting them, ensuring their safety. They praised my foolish sister for how she brought peace and harmony to the land. I want them to imagine what I can do for them. Under my reign, they will prosper."

Chrysalis licked her fangs at the speech. "Speaking of reins," she said, levitating Celestia's black reins to Nightmare Moon.

Nightmare Moon grinned. She took them in her mouth and snapped them, making Celestia jump to her feet. "Move. I want you in front of me, so the first thing your ex-subjects see is your humiliation."

Celestia froze, her hooves locked, everything that she was forbidding her from doing something so lewd, so humiliating, and so debasing for a mare of her stature. But another crack of the reins, and she was reminded that she had no choice. With her power weakened and her body worn, tired, and horny, she was powerless to defy her sister. So she took her first ginger steps, taking the lead before Nightmare Moon, with Chrysalis close at her side, as the entourage headed into the town.

Vanguard and the batponies who flew the carriage flanked and hung behind Nightmare Moon. It was not quite a parade, and Nightmare Moon planned to take whatever route or path tickled her fancy, but she still wanted to have a procession to announce her presence. And a procession it was.

The ponies of Ponyville went about their business, sun or no sun, although the business was certainly different - daytime activities and nighttime had melded together, meaning that while some were dashing off to work in the fields with a muffin in their mouth, others were populating the local diner in evening wear on dates. Yet they all turned their heads in fear and awe when they saw Nightmare Moon coming, the moonlight gleaming off the batponies' armor, the alicorns and Chrysalis towering over them.

Most ponies gasped and covered their mouths with their hooves when they saw Celestia pass. Yet so many couldn't help themselves from looking, witnessing their princess chained, bound, and beaten. Plenty more noticed her sexual state as well, with stallions doing their best to resist erections at the smell of Celestia's heat, and murmurs spread through the crowds like wildfire at the sight of the big black buttplug lodged in her rump. Celestia wanted to speak to them, but she couldn't find the words to even attempt to preserve her dignity. And her ex-subjects couldn't stop themselves from staring.

And as strange as it was for Nightmare Moon, she couldn't blame them. It was quite the view. Celestia soft, plump ass wobbling in front of her, her tail hiked high, showing off her stretched tailhole and dripping, messy, winking cunt. A strong part of Nightmare Moon couldn't ignore the fact that it was her sister before her, and the natural disgust that followed made it easier to avoid slipping out of her sheath, but the scent of her heat still made it ache and throb between her thighs, her balls gnawing at the back of her mind to pounce on that pussy and hump like crazy.

But she had her own dignity to maintain in front of her subjects. Their eyes turned to her after they managed to tear themselves from her sister's ass, and they beheld her with fear. Ponies shrunk around her, the alicorn who had brought the Princess of the Sun and the Queen of the Changelings beneath her, and many even resorted to nervous, fearful bows as she passed. The Queen of Eternal Night wielded absolute authority, and that was more satisfying to her than any sexual pleasure.

"Enjoying yourself, My Queen?" Chrysalis asked in a soft voice. She kept close to Nightmare Moon, but it was clear by the way that she cast her gaze from pony to pony that she thought of this trip less as a social outing and more like going to a buffet. It was difficult to say if she or Celestia were more excited at the moment, but Nightmare Moon felt sure that she wouldn't try to leave her side unless she gave the word.

"I believe I am," Nightmare Moon replied. "I think our outing has had the desired effect. If there were any here who had hope in Celestia, it is certainly gone now. I imagine this image of her will be burned into their minds forever."

"Mmm, I agree. I imagine the image will be burned into the minds of the stallions quite clearly tonight as well, judging by the arousal I smell on them. Ooh, I can almost taste it!" Chrysalis cooed, casting a seductive glance around at some of the males in the street.

Nightmare Moon gave her a withering glare. "Contain yourself, Queen. If you are going to travel at my side, I will not have you ruining my image."

"Of course," Chrysalis agreed, but Nightmare Moon could hear a pout in her voice. "But, might I ask, how do you contain yourself? You must be dying to 'hang loose,' as they say."

"I am not some depraved beast, like you or my sister," Nightmare Moon replied.

"You wound me, comparing me to her," Chrysalis said, shooting daggers at Celestia. "At least I am not offering my rump to every stallion that can see."

"True," Nightmare Moon agreed. "At least you aren't that much of a whore." Both mares giggled at the sight of Celestia's gasp of shock and shame, coupled with her cheeks burning even hotter.

When Nightmare Moon and company entered the Ponyville town square, they were met by the gray-maned Mayor Mare, along with a trio of flower mares, a baker couple, and a couple of young ponies from Sweet Apple Acres. They each hesitated, but bowed as Nightmare Moon approached. "Your Majesty! As mayor, allow me to be the first to welcome you to our humble town," Mayor Mare started. "You must excuse the state of things; we did not expect your arrival."

"Am I not permitted to come and go where I please in my realm?" Nightmare Moon dwarfed the cowering ponies beneath her. She watched their eyes flit to and fro, not knowing if they should look at her or avert their eyes, and they also struggled to avoid looking at their disgraced former princess, especially the gangly baker and big apple stallions. Nightmare Moon was amused to watch those two struggle to contain their arousals, as much as she was to play games with the mayor.

"Of course, Your Majesty! I only meant to say that the gifts we'd like to offer you come at short notice, but if there's anything else we can offer you, you need only ask your humble subjects," the mayor recovered like a practiced politician.

"Very well. Let us see these gifts," Nightmare Moon said.

The brightly-colored flower mares approached, trying to hide behind each other. "Um, we're Lily, Daisy, and Rose, and we made you a boquet of our, uh, most fragrant flowers, Your Majesty," the pink one in the lead said. They presented her with a large bunch of roses, lilies, and bright daisies mixed with honeysuckle and baby's breath. Nightmare Moon thought the flowers were a bit too bright for her tastes, more likely to please her sister, but she accepted them anyway.

Next, the baker couple stepped forward. Nightmare Moon raised an eyebrow at the plump, stout mare and her tall, lanky husband. She wondered if anypony else noticed he had dropped, but his wife continued anyway. "Your Majesty, I'm Cup Cake, and this is my husband, Carrot Cake. My husband and I weren't able to bake any fresh cakes in time to offer you, but we'd like to give you these fresh cupcakes, if it pleases you," she said. Her husband approached and offered her a platter of chocolate cupcakes with deep violet frosting flowers on top. Nightmare Moon watched sweat drip down his temple as he tried not to look at Celestia's lifted tail nearby. Nightmare Moon accepted the platter as well.

Finally, an orange mare in a cowboy hat and the big red apple stallion stepped forward. He, too, struggled not to look at Celestia, although he too was having as much trouble slipping out as the other stallion, whether or not his sister noticed. She spoke, "Well, I'm Applejack, and this here's Big Macintosh. And we know it ain't much, Yer Majesty, but the earlier tonight, if ya like," she said, nervous about her accented way of speaking. The stallion stepped forward with a basket full of bright red, shining apples on his back. They were just as fragrant as the flowers, and Nightmare Moon knew they would be a delicious snack in her room. She accepted the basket, levitating the gifts to her guards.

By now, both stallions were at full mast. Carrot Cake was rather below average, but Big Macintosh was larger than she though, possibly rivaling her own member. Nightmare Moon stifled a laugh, and could no longer resist the urge to embarrass them. "I am pleased by your gifts, and while I'm flattered, is it customary for Ponyville stallions to display themselves in such a way before a mare of power?"

The welcoming committee each finally noticed the hardened shafts beneath Mr. Cake and Big Macintosh. Mrs. Cake turned her head up and away from him as both looked like they would die of shock, and she hissed, "Put that away, honeybun!"

"I'm trying! I don't know how it slipped out!" he tried to whisper back as he covered himself with his apron. Big Mac could only try to hide himself with his hooves while Applejack might look like she'd die of shock.

Mayor Mare, likewise, tried to cover for them. "My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty! It must be your... radiant beauty, like the moon, such that these stallions couldn't possibly contain themselves in your, uh, lustrous presence."

Nightmare Moon resisted the urge to laugh out loud as they fumbled over each other. "It's quite alright. As I said, I'm flattered. Rumors of the Big Macintosh's legendary stallionhood have reached even my ears, and I'm pleased to see them proven true before my own eyes," she said, batting her eyes flirtatiously in his direction. He only blushed, withdrawing behind his sister. It was clear she had embarrassed the shy stallion, in public no less, with her impolite comments, but she watching him back away and avert his eyes was even more satisfying than watching Rainbow Dash balk and falter earlier tonight.

Mayor Mare struggled to respond with dignity. "Yes, well, we're happy you find, uh, Ponyville stallions to be, ehm, endowed enough for your tastes, Your Majesty." The bevy of glares at her back told the mayor that she wasn't helping matters at all. "If there is anything else we can do for you, Your Majesty, you have but to ask," she finished.

Nightmare Moon decided she had toyed with them enough. "This is acceptable, Mayor. Thank you." She gave them a polite bow before she and her entourage turned away.

"You're bad!" Chrysalis said, giving Nightmare Moon a playful slap on the shoulder.

"Oh please," Nightmare Moon returned. "You mean to tell me you didn't enjoy watching them squirm?"

"Of course I did," Chrysalis answered. "Don't you think that Cake mare was downright adorable? And with such a perfect ass for plowing. I'd bet she'd love to have a stallion larger than her poor husband to handle all that."

Nightmare Moon could see through Chrysalis's obvious temptation attempt, and she sidestepped it. "I thought you would have been more interested in Big Macintosh. Now there's a stallion..." she said, grinning as her eyes drifted off.

Chrysalis sighed. "I can't argue about that one. He's certainly aptly-named."

The royal group wandered around Ponyville for a while longer, collected shocked glances and fearful bows, but it wasn't long before the view of Celestia's fertile backside was taking it's toll on Nightmare Moon's maleness just as much as the males. Even a few batponies had grown hard in her presence.

"I think... it's time to go home," Nightmare Moon said tentatively.

"Balls aching?" Chrysalis said quietly. Nightmare Moon could only nod. "That's alright. I think it's time for your next lesson, anyhow."

"And... what is that?" Nightmare Moon asked.

Chrysalis licked her fangs. "Well, if your balls feel full, the easiest way to empty them is to masturbate, of course."

Nightmare Moon gulped. "I, uh, already know how to do that."

"With your hooves? It's better that way. More intimate. I'm sure Vanguard can help you."

If anything, the thought of being more intimate with Vanguard alone was enough to give her the courage she needed to nod. "You're right... I should get used to this."

"Precisely."

Nightmare Moon's departure was met with far less ceremony than her entrance. She loaded Celestia and Chrysalis up into her chariot, and it was clear both were happy to return, Celestia to escape further shame and Chrysalis to begin Nightmare Moon's lesson. When they returned to the Castle of the Two Sisters, Nightmare Moon was only stopped from heading up to her room by Vanguard.

"My Queen, should you be alone with those two?" he asked.

"Of course not," Chrysalis interjected. "You'd be welcome to join in on her next lesson."

"What is it on, exactly?" he asked.

Chrysalis turned to Nightmare Moon for the answer. Vanguard had been perfectly accepting until now, but she still feared he would judge her. "...Masturbation," she answered his expectant stare.

He merely nodded. "Very well. If you would like my assistance, I shall accompany, if not to guard you, at least."

"I would like your presence, yes," Nightmare Moon replied. She handed Celestia's reins back over to Chrysalis, who seemed delighted to hold them.

Her eyes gleamed as she stared down hungrily at Celestia. "I bet you're looking forward to this, hm? If not you, then your pussy most certainly is," she taunted, giggling with delight.

Celestia bit down her shame. "Return me to my cell, if you must continue to torment me. I shall be of no use to you in this 'lesson,'" she said.

"Nonsense," Chrysalis said. "I think this will be a good lesson for you as well."

Nightmare Moon raised her brow at that. "What do you mean? What could she possibly have to learn?"

"The same as you, of course. To accept your body, your desires," Chrysalis said as she began to ascend the stairs with Celestia in tow. "This cow needs to learn her place as a proper slave."

Nightmare Moon balked. "You want me to use my own sister? I... I could never do such a thing!" she protested, even as the arousal her sister's scent caused her still hummed in her balls.

Chrysalis merely shrugged. "If you won't make use of her, I'm sure I can find something to do with her. Or perhaps Vanguard? I'm sure the batpony stallions would love a bit of recreation," she purred.

Celestia once more tugged at her chains and collar. "No! I will not be made into some low broodmare! You can do as you wish with me, but you will not break me!" she screamed, her shackles digging into her neck once more.

"Silence," Nightmare Moon commanded. As leery as she was to accept incest, she wasn't about to allow Celestia any freedom. "Chrysalis is right. I said I would break you to complete my revenge, and I will. You belong to me now, and if wish to give you to Chrysalis or the guards or every stallion in Equestria, then I will, because you are powerless to stop me. The sooner you accept this, the better."

Celestia tugged at her chains as she was led up the stairs, but by the time the group reached Nightmare Moon's bedchamber it was clear even to her that her struggle was futile. The white princess could only watch warily at the events that were about to unfold in front of her.

Chrysalis continued to purr into Nightmare Moon's ear. "Lay down, My Queen. Allow me to move your hooves, and I promise you will enjoy this."

Nightmare Moon nodded. Her bed was soft, a large mattress piled high with plush, downy cushions. She undressed from her gown, and couldn't help but exhale sharply when it fell from her body to the floor, and her legs spread to give her crowded balls some much-needed room. "My," she said softly.

Vanguard nodded. "Our armor isn't as restrictive as a dress, but it's still a relief to be freed from it when we go off-duty."

"I had hardly noticed," Nightmare Moon said.

"Lay back. Relax," Chrysalis said. "Let me take it from here."

Nightmare Moon spread herself on the bed, and didn't have to be told to spread her legs. She looked down at her sheath and ballsack, still alien to her, yet the tension within them was undeniable. Just the feeling of freedom between her legs had caused her flare to emerge, her burgeoning shaft already starting to spill out behind it.

She felt the presence of eyes on her, watching her stallionhood. "How do you feel?" Chrysalis asked.

Nightmare Moon felt many things, almost too much to sort through. But she answered, "I'm... alright."

"Perfect," Chrysalis whispered. She tied Celestia's reins to the bedpost with magic and slid herself next to Nightmare Moon, her slender, sensual body fitting tightly against Nightmare Moon's own curves. The heat of her body, the smoothness of her carapace alone was somehow enticing to Nightmare Moon. Chrysalis's deformed hooves wandered her body, tracing down her chest and belly, and Nightmare Moon felt her breath gather. Chrysalis took Nightmare Moon's hooves in her own, and began to move them between her thighs. "Relax," she said once more. "I promise this will feel good."

Nightmare Moon sighed when she felt her own hooves, with Chrysalis's guidance, make contact with her member. The flesh was still soft and limp, yet full of life and eager to harden. Chrysalis slowly led her to stroke, starting at a slow pace, and Nightmare Moon allowed a low moan as she felt herself stiffen quickly. "Ah..." she exhaled, as she looked down again at the growing length of her stallionhood.

Chrysalis grinned wickedly at Nightmare Moon's pleasure. "Yes, off to a good start," she encouraged. She leaned up to Nightmare Moon, planting a sharp kiss on her neck before whispering in her ear, "But I know what would be a real treat." She turned to the guard captain, standing dutifully nearby. "Vanguard, since you're an authentic male, would you be a dear and demonstrate the proper technique for a stallion's self-pleasure?"

Nightmare Moon turned to him, wondering if he would obey the orders of anyone but herself. He smiled the slightest of smiles, though, and nodded. "Of course. It would be an honor." He began to undress himself, the plates of his armor falling to the floor with a clatter as his inky black body was revealed to Nightmare Moon. As dignified as he looked in his armor, he was certainly all the more of a hunk without it, his muscular chest and neck clearly defined underneath his sleek coat. He approached the bed, his impressive shaft already dropping as he took a seat at the foot. He wasted no time wrapping his hoof around it, and with a practiced grip, began stroking himself to a full erection. "Every stallion likes a different pressure, different pace. But the key is to not be ashamed," he said, staring at his own shaft evenly.

"I see," Nightmare Moon responded. She groaned as she felt Chrysalis's hooves pick up the pace, her shaft now at full mast, throbbing in her hoof, the flesh sliding with ease as she stroked herself. "Mmm, it is- oh... nice like this," she admitted. While her magic may have allowed her some more manipulation, it wasn't as tangible as her own hooves. Now there was real pressure, a natural grip and movement of her meat that it had been yearning for all these months.

Chrysalis continued to encourage her, her hooves firmly atop Nightmare Moon's, working her pleasure, peppering her neck and shoulders with kisses and love bites, her hot breath washing over her coat. "And your balls? How do they feel?"

"Full," Nightmare Moon answered immediately. And they were. The stones inside her leathery pouch were heavy and taut, practically sloshing with unspent seed. She could feel them aching, begging her to empty them. "They are... quite needy," she said as she gazed down at her black jewels.

Vanguard was picking up his own pace, fondling his own large stones with one hoof while the other continued to pump his shaft steadily. He grunted in pleasure himself, "Nnng, they can be. A stallion's balls really do seem to have a mind of their own. But if you take care of them, they'll cooperate. A stallion's balls are the source of his strongest instincts, and once he learns to listen to them, everything else falls into place."

Nightmare Moon couldn't help but scoff, chuckling a bit at that. "Really, Vanguard? You've always been the perfect guard. I'm still amazed you even have a sex drive, not to mention the idea that you're in tune with your balls."

"On the contrary," he said, smiling calmly. "The reason I am a perfect guard, protecting my queen and serving my country with everything I have, is because they guide me. The truth is that I'm always listening to them. I don't feel my duty in my head or in my heart. I feel it in my balls."

Even as Vanguard worked up his pace, rolling his noble nuts in his hoof, Nightmare Moon found his words incomprehensible, but she couldn't deny that there was something erotic in the sentiment, in the sight. Chrysalis continued his thread, taking Nightmare Moon's other hoof in her own. "Why don't we get you in touch with your own royal pair, Your Majesty?" she said.

"Hah! Mmmm," Nightmare Moon gasped as she felt her other hoof make contact with her fleshy sack. She hadn't realized how tender, how sensitive her balls were, but she could feel the pressure in them more keenly now than ever. Chrysalis put her hoof to fondling Nightmare Moon's burning stones, heat and energy pouring from them, and Nightmare Moon sighed again as they moved in her sack, her nuts seeming to sigh with her as they finally received the attention they needed.

"Good, right?" Chrysalis cooed into Nightmare Moon's ear.

"Yes," Nightmare Moon admitted. "Oh, heavens, yes." Chrysalis's own hooves were still stroking her turgid erection for her, and Nightmare Moon let hear head lay back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment to appreciate the sensation. She really should have done this long ago, she decided.

"Mmm, that's it," Vanguard groaned, and Nightmare Moon wasn't sure if he was speaking to her or lost in his own pleasure. She looked to see him going to town on his cock, precum oozing out of his flare, pleasure clear on his focused face. She watched the way his hooves squeezed his dick, making it throb in his grip with his fast and hard strokes. It looked delightful.

Nightmare Moon began to move her hooves on her own, but Chrysalis's remained on top of hers, watching with delight as she took charge of her own pleasure. Nightmare Moon gripped her meaty dick tighter, biting her lip as sensation lanced through her shaft. She stroked more, faster, covering the entire length of her fat cock as her hooves milked it for her satisfaction. Similarly, her other hoof worked her heavy nuts, rubbing and fondling them, letting them know that pleasure was near.

"Ohh, that's it!" Nightmare Moon repeated after Vanguard. Her eyes opened wider as she jacked off, her hips surging as they thrust her spear into her hooves.

Chrysalis could see the dark alicorn could take it from here, and she instead slid up behind Nightmare Moon, squeezing between the fluffy pillows and her pupil, wrapping her forelegs around Nightmare Moon's neck and laying kiss after kiss down on her neck and jaw, nibbling at her ears as she coaxed her further. "Yes, that's it. Work that cock. Don't your balls feel so much better already? They needed this." Nightmare Moon could only nod, stroking herself more and more to further heights of pleasure. But Chrysalis knew that she couldn't simply stop there. "Why don't we give those balls a real treat, hm?"

Nightmare Moon expression turned to shock as she saw Chrysalis take Celestia's reins in her magic. She had been quietly watching in horror while Nightmare Moon got comfortable with her anatomy, but now she pulled against Chrysalis's magic as she was led toward the bed. "No! Release me, you insect!"

Chrysalis grunted as she heaved her up onto the mattress. "Get your- nng- fat ass up here and serve your Queen!" Her magic struggled, but eventually she plopped Celestia down in front of Nightmare Moon, right between her spread legs. "Whew," she exhaled. "That cake really has been adding up." Celestia's cheeks burned hotly.

Nightmare Moon watched Celestia, her motions frozen with her sister right in front of her, much like before, the white alicorn's eyes fixated on the towering cock that had ravaged her not long ago. Celestia and Nightmare Moon both felt a combination of uneasiness, fear, and the tug of uncontrollable lust. Nightmare Moon's balls groaned to unload themselves into the soft female, and Celestia's heat-ridden pussy winked hot and wet at the sight of the conquering erection before her, larger and more powerful than anything she had imagined before. Even Vanguard was not immune to her scent and the erotic charge that filled the room, pumping his cock hard at the sight of the royal pussy begging for a male to stuff it.

Both sisters were stunned silent, but Chrysalis had her own plans. "Worship the crown jewels, slave!" she ordered, and with another tug of her magic, she forced Celestia's head down and buried her muzzle directly into Nightmare Moon's nutsack.

"Ah!" Nightmare Moon gasped as she felt that dainty nose planted in her balls. She hadn't even had time to protest or weigh her disgust against her desire, yet now she found that she couldn't. The sight of her stuck-up sister's muzzle shoved into her musky nuts was too delicious to resist. Celestia's face was a wonderful mix of shock, horror, disgust, and embarrassment. With her cock throbbing, precum dribbling down her flare, and her balls singing with relief, Nightmare Moon found herself getting caught up in the moment. "Lick my balls, whore!" she commanded.

Celestia found herself complying, her tongue slipping out of her lips and dragging themselves over the thick, warm flesh of her sister's balls. Nightmare Moon shuddered and groaned with pleasure, her hooves picking up speed on her cock as Celestia gave her balls a thorough once-over. The longer it went on, the more that both sisters found their restraint slipping. Celestia had been forced over the line of dignity and restraint, and her head told her it would be best to follow orders and get it over with quickly, while her marehood told her to submit to the magnificent gems that made her head spin with their masculine aroma. Nightmare Moon, likewise, moaned louder, adjusted her hips and spread her legs to point her cock straight up, letting it tower over everything in the room as she pumped it, giving her throbbing fuck-spear center stage.

"Mmm, very good, both of you," Chrysalis cooed, continuing to egg Nightmare Moon on by nibbling at her ear, running her hooves down her body, feeling her arms and shoulders as they pumped her cock.

"Ah... Ohhh," Celestia moaned into Nightmare Moon's sack. She wouldn't beg, not that easily, but she knew she had lost this battle, even as she failed to stop her lips from suckling hard on her sister's fat nuts, her jaw opening wide to attempt to take them into her maw, failing only at the size of each fruit. Yet she continued to tend to them, kissing the top of each orb, bathing the underside of her sack, and sucking lewdly at each testicle with loud, wet noises.

"Hah, nnng-" Vanguard grunted. His view of Celestia's perfect backside, from her plump rump, taut butthole still spread by the black plug, to her divine pussy flowing with heavenly juices, sordid heat, and intoxicating, needy mare musk, all left him helpless to his pleasure, his own nuts crying out to spill their load as his hooves beat his meat to satisfy them. "I'm- My Queen, I'm close to orgasm," he announced.

Nightmare Moon cried out and gasped in ecstasy as she was surrounded by beautiful, sensual mares, worshipping her power, her stallionhood, filling every bit of her with pleasure. "Ah! Yes! I'm- I'm going to cum too! Ohh, fuck yes!" With Celestia caring so lovingly for her balls, Nightmare Moon was free to use both hooves to tame her titanic cock, and it was clear to her now that both hooves were needed, as one gripped the flesh of the base, squeezing and stroking and sliding as fast as she could while the other wrapped around her wide flare, slick with sticky precum and bubbling with more, she chocked up underneath the sensitive ridge right at the head, rubbing with small, rapid strokes. She could feel her nuts burning, her cock throbbing harder and harder, and knew that glorious climax was soon at hand.

"Ah-ah," Chrysalis interrupted. "This slave has been so good, hasn't she? I think she deserves a reward, from both of you. Don't you agree, My Queen?" With a wicked, lecherous grin flashing bright across Chrysalis's face, she again took Celestia's head in her magic and lifted her up, bringing her face-to-face with Nightmare Moon's throbbing black flare, about to blow.

Nightmare Moon was powerless to fight it, but she couldn't say if she would, even if she wanted to. A charge of excitement ran through her, and as she watched Vanguard poise his cock to unload his balls across Celestia's backside, she too angled her dick down to point directly at her sister's muzzle.

Celestia's eyes went wide with fear. She tried to retreat, to back away from the intimidating cockhead, but Chrysalis held her fast. "No! No please! Don't do this! I'll do anything! Pl-" she protested, before Nightmare Moon grunted and fired off her first shot of hot, fresh spunk. It hit her square on the lips, most if it shooting directly into her open mouth, just as Vanguard groaned behind her, emptying his own balls with an arcing spurt that shot a rope of hot cum down her back and wings. Nightmare Moon's balls churned out her load, and each blast splattered Celestia's face just as Vanguard sullied her wings and ass with his own load. But as soon as Celestia had gotten her first taste of that fresh, creamy cum, her eyes fluttered and her lust took over. She let out mouth hang open, mindlessly gobbling down every drop she could swallow as Nightmare Moon fed her from the very nuts she had worshipped. Nightmare Moon's orgasm dragged on and on, pumping hot jizz down her sister's gullet with a load fit for an alicorn. But the longer it went on, the more Celestia's mind faded, until her own orgasm suddenly took her own body, her flanks jolting as her pussy throbbed, emptying her own gush of fluids out onto the sheets behind her, even soaking Vanguard a bit with her own lewd, feminine issue.

Nightmare Moon's head was spinning by the time it was over, but it was nothing compared to the numb, dazed look of lust in Celestia's thousand-yard stare. With her hollow eyes and her body absolutely coated with strands of gooey cum from her horn to her flanks between herself and Vanguard, Nightmare Moon could hardly believe it was Celestia before her. "What... what happened to her?" she asked.

"It appears she's a squirter," Vanguard said, wiping his face with his hoof, his proud cock hanging limply before him, having fulfilled its duty. "The boys and I found that out this morning when we tried to bathe her."

"No, no," Nightmare Moon interrupted. She prodded Celestia's cheek with a hoof, but she only blinked, looking numbly at Nightmare Moon's hoof. "What's the matter with her?"

"I believe this is an effect of the magic I sensed in your balls earlier," Chrysalis explained, her hooves still wrapped lovingly around Nightmare Moon's neck. "It's your seed. Your wonderful, royal seed," she said hungrily. "It has an effect on mares. I noticed it when I tasted it, but I'm not a pony, so I couldn't quite tell what it would do. But I do believe it's overwhelmed your poor sister. Just tasting it made her orgasm. Who knows what it would do if you stuffed it in that whore's cunt of hers?"

Nightmare Moon's eyes widened. "It would send her into heat," she said with certainty.

Chrysalis trilled. "Ooh, it just might!" But Nightmare Moon's eyes locked with Vanguard's, and the two knew exactly why Celestia had been behaving the way she had lately. Chrysalis picked up on their exchange immediately, and said, "I bet it's only going to make it worse for her. Her lust, her thirst for cum, her burning need to be fucked by a big stud... if she could barely resist it before, it's going to be hell for her now."

Nightmare Moon looked down at her sister. Celestia's eyes weakly turned up to her, some spark of recognition back in them, but that desperate lust still remained. She wasn't broken, but Nightmare Moon could sense that her will was slowly fading. She nodded. "It's what she deserves," she said finally. And she meant it.

Vanguard interjected. "How do you feel now, My Queen? Now that you've relieved your balls," he said. He was already slipping off the bed, starting to re-don his armor.

"Better," she nodded. And she meant it as well. Her orgasm with Chrysalis was a much-needed release, but this orgasm by her own hooves was a much-needed dialogue with her balls. For once, she didn't feel ashamed to sit with her legs spread. "I think my nuts will be satisfied. At least until tomorrow."

Vanguard nodded after replacing his helmet. "It's good to take care of them often. If you need any further help, you may ask me."

Chrysalis nipped Nightmare Moon's neck to get her attention. "If you thought this lesson was fun, wait until tomorrow's."

Nightmare Moon gave a small laugh, shaking her head. "That will have to wait for tomorrow. My balls are... tired."

Chrysalis squeezed her shoulders lovingly. "Then rest the poor things. They'll need to be in top form for tomorrow." Nightmare Moon nodded affirmatively.

"And what of Celestia?" Vanguard asked, fully dressed and retreated back into his sheath, once again the picture of a proper soldier.

Nightmare Moon looked down at her sister's pathetic form, cum-soaked and defeated. "If my seed makes her burn with lust, then there is nothing left to do but let her wallow in it. I shall decide what else to do with her tomorrow."

"Sister-" Celestia tried to protest, but was cut off as Vanguard tugged at her reins with his mouth, yanking her off the bed. She said no more as the captain dragged her back to her dungeon, and the two mares watched her go.

There was a moment of silence. Chrysalis continued to cradle Nightmare Moon into her warm body. In a soft voice, she said, "You know, she will never break unless you do it yourself. With your own balls. No one else's."

And Nightmare Moon knew she was right. "I know," she acknowledged. "I will... think on it. You're right. All of you are. There's power in... my balls. If I am to rule better than my sister, I shall need them. Not just their magic... their instincts. As Vanguard was saying."

Chyrsalis leaned down and kissed her cheek. "You're already learning to think with them. Well done."

Nightmare Moon nodded. But she yawned. "Do orgasms always make stallions so... sleepy?" she asked with heavy lids.

Chrysalis chuckled softly. "Yes. There's a reason sex happens in beds."

Nightmare Moon nodded, already starting to doze. "Stay with me for now. You're warm."

Chrysalis giggled, kissing Nightmare Moon's cheek once more. "Yes, My Queen," she said, watching quietly as the dark alicorn fell into the realm of dreams.

Author's Note

Credit to Moon Dreams for writing the Celestia PoV intro. He did such a good job I'm tempted just to write a fic about Celestia's perfect husband. :P

For a number of reasons, this chapter wasn't an easy one to write, and I'm still not totally pleased with it, but it's done and ready, so I hope you all like it. I promise the next chapter won't take a year to write.