Even after all of her adventures from that first night in Ponyville to the most recent Dragon Lands adventure, Twilight still had fevered dreams of Nightmare Moon. This time around, Twilight was playing the part of the submissive lover and Nightmare Moon ravaged her until she begged the mare for more, and she loved it. She had dreams like this at least three times every week.

Hidden within the shadows of Twilight’s dream, the Nightmare watched the little pony’s fantasy, She had watched over her dreams ever since she was separated from Luna, she had watched all of Equus when she could. She found Twilight to be the most interesting and grinned at the devious plan that formed in her mind and fled from the dream realm as Twilight woke up. She decided that making Twilight’s dreams true would be fun.

Twilight shot up in her bed, still half asleep grumbling, “Stupid sexy Nightmare Moon...” before quickly falling back to sleep and having a new dream of Nightmare Moon and her being lovers.
Elsewhere in the castle…

Siphoning the magic of the nearby Everfree, and the castle itself, Nightmare Moon made herself a new body. She didn’t really need a body, but she needed one for her plan.

Her body started as a dense ball of black magic. The ball grew arms and legs, perfectly proportioned. The legs grew feet and toes. The arms grew hands and fingers. The middle of the ball elongated into an hourglass shape, turning into the ideal picture of a female body. Big DD cup breasts formed with pitch black nipples. Her ass filled out to be alluring but not fat, a pink pussy formed between the legs of the magical body. Dark purple splotches with a crescent in the middle marked her thighs. The head was formed next. It started as a ball, and then grew a small muzzle. Facial features began to form, and a mouth formed. The body took its first breath as its nose formed and sharp teeth grew from the mouth as it yawned. Draconic cyan eyes opened, and ethereal mane and tail faded into existence. A long black horn shot out of the mare’s forehead, and a large pair of black pegasi wings burst out from her back. Soft ebony fur grew out all over her body, and internal organs forming. A few more minutes and Nightmare Moon’s body was complete. As she examined her new body, she realized she was naked, and most ponies didn’t seem to like it when mares walked around naked.

♦♦♦

She teleported herself into the Carousel Boutique and looked at the large selection of fabrics in Rarity’s workshop. Her eyes fell on the white mare, fast asleep, on the worktable. Her plan grew even more depraved, and she cast a powerful enchantment on the mare. The enchantment would keep the white mare asleep until she wished otherwise. She decided to look through the mare’s memories in the dream realm and entered the mare’s dream.

When Nightmare returned to the world of the waking, she was thoroughly disgusted by the idealized nobles this mare dreamed of. She briefly considered revising her plan but then thoughts of Twilight’s dream squashed that thought. Her dreams held many memories and time was insubstantial in the dream realm. Nightmare Moon had basically lived Rarity’s life in second person view and now had a very good sense in fashion.

Nightmare Moon turned her attention to the multitudes of materials used for dress making. Rarity’s memories provided an entertaining secret. There was a closet in the back of the room that held materials only suited for making clothes meant for the bedroom. Nightmare Moon’s horn lit and a bolt of silvery fabric floated over to her, and she fashioned a simple pair of thigh high stockings, a pair of panties, and a bra for herself. She teleported herself and Rarity to a large mountain cave in the dragon lands, and laid the mare down on the floor. Nightmare Moon placed heavy wards and enchantments on the cave, concealing the entrance to all but herself, making others ignore the mountain entirely, and warding it against teleportation, scrying and magical signals.

Satisfied with her work, Nightmare Moon left the cave and took to the skies, in search of a metal deposit. A few hours later and she had found a rather large mithril deposit. Her horn glowed and the deposit was ripped out of the ground, the gemstones embedded near and in the ore were a bonus. She returned to the cave as the moon started its descent, meaning sunrise was only a few hours away. The deposit was placed in a corner of the cave and Nightmare Moon teleported back to Carousel Boutique. At the boutique, Nightmare crafted a simulacrum of Rarity, almost a perfect copy aside from being slightly more magical then the real thing.

“You shall behave like Rarity and alert me if it is discovered you are not the real Rarity,” Nightmare commanded the doll.

“Yes, my Queen,” the doll bowed and promptly fell asleep on the worktable. Nightmare smiled and teleported herself back to the cave.

When Nightmare Moon returned to the cave, she found Rarity’s horn glowing and attached to the silver deposit, more accurately, the gems inside the deposit. Yet the mare herself was still fast asleep.

♦♦♦

Interesting, she hasn’t done that since she got her cutie mark. Nightmare thought to herself. Oh well, time to get to work.

Nightmare’s horn glowed and the gems in the deposit tore themselves out of it and piled themselves into a bed. Rarity’s horn dragged her to the bed and stopped glowing once she was in it.

Just like a dragon that one.

Nightmare snickered at the similarities. Her horn lit up once again as the mithril melted into a large ball of liquid metal. Streams of silver began to flow from the ball and towards Nightmare. Two streams flowed to her feet and formed into elegantly decorated high heeled greaves. The knee guards and cuisse were equally decorated. The very tops of Nightmare’s stockings were still visible. Her panties became armored by silver and small tassets with her cutie mark formed. She took off her bra as a corset looking breastplate formed, equally decorated to the rest of her ensemble. The back of the breast plate was low enough for her wings to have full range of motion while partly covering her breasts in reverse V shape on each breast. Small spaulders formed and attached to the sides of her breastplate, each one bearing her cutie mark and a decorated trim. Elegant vambraces formed on her forearms, covering the back of her hand. They were decorated around the arms and cutie mark on the back of her hand. Finally, her necklace took form, a diamond levitated from the pile and cut itself into a crescent shape and set itself into the necklace.

Nightmare had decided to not make a helmet and let her mane flow freely. She admired her new armor, and decided the decorations were Rarity’s memories trying to make it fashionable. She got to work on enchanting her armor as the sun came up. With it not being nighttime, her powers were weakened, thus it took the entire day to weave the enchantments into her armor.

Night fell on this side of Equus and Nightmare Moon regained her full powers. She checked in with the Rarity doll and saw its entire day in mere moments.

The simulacrum seems to be doing well, Nightmare thought, although that cat might already know somethings wrong. Oh well, time to get started on this one.

There was still a moderate sized ball of mithril in the cave, so Nightmare called forth a block of obsidian from below the mountain and shaped it into an imposing throne. Streams of silver formed a nice trim and gave the throne a touch of elegance and refinement. A silvery cushion poofed into existence as Nightmare summoned a cushion from Rarity’s hidden stock. The throne was complete, and Nightmare sat in the comfortable chair. And the ball of mithril didn’t seem to shrink at all from it’s use. Nightmare’s horn lit and Rarity began to wake up.

♦♦♦

Rarity woke up slightly stiff. Confused by the dark, cavernous atmosphere, and fabulous gem bed under her, she looked around. Her eyes settled on the most terrifying and elegant throne she could have ever imagined, and sitting on it was an equally terrifying mare, Nightmare Moon. She froze as she made eye contact and scrambled to get away.

Trying to run away while sitting on a bed made of gems had the obvious effect of dumping Rarity onto the hard stone floor and scattering gems everywhere.

“Ow!” the fashionista cried out.

“Hello Rarity. I see your finally awake,” the cackling and terrifying voice of Nightmare Moon was replaced by one so smooth, it would shame silk. The voice caught Rarity even more off guard then suddenly waking up in a cavern with Nightmare Moon.

“W-where am I, and how do you still exist?” the mare asked ask she picked herself off the floor, her work clothes were ruined.

“Oh Rarity, I am not a manifestation of Luna’s jealousy as you believe. I am a goddess she made a soul bond with, although I don’t usually have a body. As for how I’m here, the Elements only destroyed the broken soul bond that tethered me to Luna,” Nightmare replied calmly.

“A goddess? Soul bond? And you still haven’t answered the question of where we are,” Rarity asked calmly, suppressing her emotions for the sake of clarity and hope that she could convince Nightmare Moon to take her back to Ponyville.

“My original name has been lost to time, but where Luna represents the moon, I represent the void, the darkness between stars, and therefore did not have a body. As for where we are, we are in an old cave I found long ago. It is in what you call the Dragon Lands,” Nightmare answered, intentionally leaving out the soul bond so she could lure them mare to her side with it later.

“T-t-the Dragon Lands?! But- but what about the dragons that could come in and eat us?!” Rarity panicked.

“As I said before pony. I am a goddess, mortal dragons are of no concern to me and I have warded this cave well to hide it from any dragons that may seek or pass by it.”

This calmed Rarity, if slightly, and she took a few moments to regain her composure. She now knew what she was dealing with and where she was. Then she realized Nightmare Moon never answered one of her questions.

“Why do you keep dancing around the topic of soul bonds?” Rarity asked directly, knowing that Nightmare Moon was hiding something.

“Ah. I was wondering when you would notice. Very well, I shall tell you what a soul bond is,” Nightmare gave an internal smirk. I’ve got you now.

“A soul bond is more of a pact between mortal and deity. And before you ask, no. Celestia and Luna are not deities, they are ascended beings. So they are more like demigoddesses rather than full goddesses.”

Rarity nodded, finally finding a solid reason why Celestia lost to Chrysalis.

“If you’re thinking that’s the reason why Celestia lost to Chrysalis, you’re wrong,” Nightmare said flatly. This left Rarity flustered. “And no, I am not reading your mind. Your thoughts are simply written on your actions, a perk of being an eons old goddess.”

Rarity took a bit of time to gather herself and a chair made of gems appeared to form behind her. Rarity looked at Nightmare Moon and saw her horn glowing.

“Take a seat, it’s not good to have a shock while standing up,” Nightmare offered, her voice soothing the nerves of the white mare. Rarity nodded and sat down, it was surprisingly comfortable.

“Please, continue,” Rarity said as she calmed down.

“Very well, as I said, a soul bond is a pact between a mortal and a deity. This pack binds their souls together. This is done so that one can see if the other is holding up their end of the deal. Mortals usually ask us for power, wealth, fame or glory. If we find the mortal interesting enough, we make a pact and they get what they want, and we get entertainment for however long the mortal lives, or until the pact is broken or satisfied,” Nightmare paused to let the mare absorb this information. She decided to give the mare something else to think about while she absorbed it and said, “Starswirl the Bearded was my contractor before Luna.”

Rarity was shocked. And her unicorn heritage demanded to know how this came to be.

“Starswirl the Bearded?! But he didn’t go mad and try to plunge the world into eternal night!” Rarity shouted, her arms flailing.

“That was an unfortunate result of the bond price for Luna,” Nightmare said, ignoring the mares panic attack.

“Bond price?” Rarity stopped panicking and asked curiously.

“We give our powers, or whatever the bond was made for, to the mortal. The amount of power a goddess like me has is immeasurable to you mortals. Do you think that there wouldn’t be a price for shoving massive amounts of power into a finite container like a mortal, or demigoddess in Luna’s case,” Nightmare asked the white pony.

Rarity blushed as she considered this, it was obvious there would be side effects of having that much power.

“What was Luna’s price?”

“Insanity.”

“What.”

“While not common, massive amounts of power drive mortals insane for some reason. And with me being the goddess of the void and the Luna the alicorn of dreams, she experienced every dream, nightmare and emotion when the ponies slept. Ponies back then had some very mean dreams about her night sky, and it drove her insane to experience it every night for hundreds of years,” Nightmare explained.

“Wait, what does being the goddess of the void have to do with dreams?” Rarity was curious.

“The void is a misnomer, but it is far easier then saying ‘the dark forge of creation and destruction’ all the time. Dreams, nightmares, ideas all come from the void. That’s what Starswirl wanted from our bond, the ability to better draw knowledge from my domain,” Nightmare clarified.

“Is that why all the smart or inspired ponies are night owls?”

“Not entirely but yes.”

“Do you find me interesting?”

“Perhaps.”

Rarity thought long and hard about the opportunity in front of her. The chance for almost anything sat in front of her, waiting for her to ask. Rarity begins an internal debate on asking or not. Several minutes later Rarity decided to be cautious and ask a few more questions.

“What are the limits of the soul bond?” she asked tentatively.

“How much power the deity has, how interested they’re in you, and the terms of the bond.”

“Can the price be negotiated?”

“The prices are a natural result of the process, however I can affect it just a little. I turned Luna’s madness into obsession with eternal night rather than full blown hate and desire to exterminate the pony race with her own hands.”

Rarity gulped at the thought of a goddess powered alicorn on a genocidal killing spree would be like.

“W-what’s the worst price you’ve ever seen?” Rarity nervously asked.

“Losing the ability to move your body, and being reduced to a prisoner in your own, now invincible, body,” Nightmare said dispassionately, “Although the god for that bond was actively trying to smite the poor sod prior to the bond and had failed many, many times.”

Rarity shivered in terror at the thought, and tried for complete knowledge.

“What was Starswirl the Bearded’s price?”

“His life was never quite for very long, using his knowledge to banish monsters, save Equus and never had a foal, though those last three were really his choice and not a part of the price. The effect of the price I saw was his lab blew up thousands of times during his experiments.”

Rarity was relieved at that and thought, so not all prices are terrible tortures.

“I-if we made a bond. What do you think the price will be?” Rarity finally asked.

“Hmm… Odds are it’ll affect your body. I’m thinking your fur color and maybe even your hair will change. Quite possibly more changes then that but that’s all I can see with any certainty,” Nightmare replied.

Of course there are other things one can do during the process that you normally couldn’t do, but no sense in telling you that. Nightmare thought to herself.

“Let’s make a soul bond,” Rarity said, conviction filling her voice.

“Oh? And what would the terms of this bond be?” Nightmare asked. Cake.

“I want to be a Princess,” her voice strong, will unwavering and plan in mind.

Nightmare had expected this. She had most if not all of Rarity’s memories, and she was prepared to give her what she wanted.

“You wish to be an alicorn, or do you wish for the position?”

“I wish to be recognized across Equus as a mare of power and authority, and fashion.”

“I will warn you now, the bond simply gives you power, the rest is entirely up to you. You could use this power to brainwash masses to gain what you want, or you could use it to earn what you want. Once the bond is made it is entire up to you on how you use it to achieve your goals.”

Rarity considered this, and decided it would still be worth it, after all, she wasn’t expecting this to be a magic cheat button to life like what Discord does.

“I understand, let’s do this already.”

“Then rise and let us touch our horns, having a physical body make this process slightly more intimate then I’m used to.”

Rarity got up from the chair and walked over to Nightmare Moon. As she neared she touched her horn to Nightmare’s. A flash of darkness enveloped them both.

While Rarity would never notice, Nightmare Moon had cast several spells on her horn before they touched. Now, Nightmare had full access to Rarity’s mind and it was hers for the taking.

♦♦♦

Like in the dream realm, time had no meaning here, so Nightmare took her time and headed to Rarity’s personality matrix. When she got there, she could see, touch and change each and every bit of Rarity’s personality to suit her needs. To Nightmare’s surprise the matrix was missing any morals and large bits of humility. Nightmare laughed. She would have turned into an arrogant, backstabbing tyrant from the bond, thought Nightmare.

Nightmare created a new set of morals, tailored to Nightmare’s desires, in. She placed what she considered a healthy dose of humility and an overbearing amount of loyalty to her into the matrix. By the end of Nightmare’s modifications, Rarity was now a loyal princess, not above using any method to do as her queen orders. She moved on to Rarity’s memories, more specifically her skills and talents. She added a considerable amount of skill and talent for sex, and dominating slaves. She wanted a hand in training the mare into her perfect princess. Nightmare moved on to her sub-conscious and increased Rarity’s libido. She connected the libido to a desire to dominate something.

This will be delicious, Nightmare smiled evilly and returned to the world of the living.

When the flash of darkness died down, a black unicorn stood with her horn to Nightmare’s. Her hair was an even darker shade of purple, sparkling with diamond dust, and white streaks running through it. Her eyes had become draconic and sparkled with desire. The biggest change was she was now taller, more filled out, and her cutie mark had changed to four-pointed star shaped diamonds surrounded by little stars. She wore an elegant dark blue dress, at cut in the side that stopped just over her cutie mark; dark blue high heels were on her sheer white stocking clad feet. She smiled appreciatively at her new form, revealing her teeth had also become sharper.

“Thank you, my Queen. But this outfit will have to be re-tailored, it is nowhere near fabulous enough,” Princess Nightmare Rarity Belle said to her new Queen.

“It was nothing my dear princess. Your former friends will be joining us eventually. But first, let’s give you some training. I can feel your arousal from here, I don’t think you’re one for being on the bottom and neither am I. I’ll get that dragon of Twilight’s and you can practice on him,” Nightmare said.

Rarity gave Nightmare a wicked smile that would unnerve dragons.

“Of course my Queen, Spikey-Wikey will be an excellent toy by the end of training,” Rarity said, plans and ways to break the dragon already forming.

Nightmare Moon smirked and teleported to Twilight’s castle. When she arrived she masked her presence, and snuck into Spike’s room. Casting the same sleep enchantment on Spike, she teleported the baby dragon away and left a near perfect simulacrum in his place.

♦♦♦

Spike woke up on a bed made of gems, with a black unicorn looked kind of like Rarity, cuddling him. Spike decided he was dreaming and snuggled in to the unicorn, Wow she’s soft, wonder why the dream made her black though.

“Oh Spikey, this isn’t a dream,” Rarity whispered into his ear. Spike’s eyes shot open as he looked at the mare holding him. “Yes, it’s me Spikey-Wikey. I recently went through some changes, but let’s not talk about that. Let’s talk about what I’m going to do to you.”

Spike attempted to move and found he couldn’t. He asked, “R-rarity? Wh-what do you mean? W-why can’t I move?”

Rarity gently stroked his cheek, and said “I’m going to use you for training Spikey, and by the time I’m done, you’ll pledge your loyalty to me and be my slave forever.”

Spike was about to say something when a gag was thrust into his mouth. Rarity fastened the gag on and got up off the bed, reveling that Spike was bound in leather straps. Dragons are naturally resistant to magic, but for one empowered by a goddess like she was, it simply made the spells cost a little more. So Rarity cast several spells on to the poor drake. The first spell was a suggestion spell, then an obedience spell, followed by an inhibition lowering spell. Spike tried to say something but it came out as muffled shouts.

“Quite,” came the soft spoken command, and Spike immediately stopped making a sound. Rarity’s voice was both more dominant and seductive now. Spike’s eyes widened when realized who was sitting in the cave with them.

“Ah, I see you finally found me Spike. I must say, you’re not very observant are you? Oh well, Rarity will probably train you to be better soon enough,” Nightmare said.

“Now Spikey, you will only refer to me as, Mistress,” the mare said with a dark smile, showing her new teeth. “You will not move or speak until I say so, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a reward.”

Spike was terrified, but the obedience spell made him obey. The bindings loosened and Spike’s dual dongs stood proudly through his pants.

“My Queen and I made a pact, this was the result, I can see you approve Spikey,” the dark mare chuckled and put a hand on Spike’s erect members.

Spike shivered at the touch, and tried to gasp as Rarity undressed him, but the obedience spell prevented him from doing or saying anything.

“You are my loyal slave, you will do as I say, you love to be dominated by your mistress, and you love your mistress with all of your heart.”

The suggestion spell made those statements into very powerful thoughts in Spike’s mind. He attempted to resist with years of being Twilight’s assistant reinforcing his will.

“Oh no don’t fight it Spikey, there’s a very good reward in it for you if you give in. Perhaps I’ll let you sample some of it,” Rarity whispered to him like a lover. She stroked his exposed cocks and removed the gag.

“You may speak now,” Rarity commanded.

“P-please stop this Mistress! This isn’t you!” Spike begged, not realizing what he just called Rarity.

“Oh but it is Spikey,” Rarity grabbed one of Spike’s cocks and squeezed it. The effect was immediate, Spike let out a lustful moan at being dominated. “And this is what you’ll be soon enough. You are not allowed to cum, slave.”

Rarity began to dominate the drake. She started with teasing the drake, stroking his cock, playing with his spines, and kissing him. A few hours of this and Spike’s mental defenses were weathered. Morning was coming as Rarity tortured the dragon and Nightmare was just finishing up her princess’s new gear.

“Rarity dear, I have some new toys for you before I turn in for the day,” Nightmare called as she floated several toys to Rarity. A dragon strap-on made of rubber and leather, a braided whip made from leather with mithril trim on the handle, and a leather riding crop. Rarity smiled evilly at these items and nodded to her Queen. Nightmare vanished into the darkness of the cave, leaving Rarity alone with Spike.

“Look what Queen Moon has given me Spikey,” Rarity said gleefully.

Spike could only whine in fear as Rarity put on the strap-on and fucked his ass with it. She brought the new crop down on his cock, pain became Spike’s world. Rarity continued to beat the drake while fucking him until he could no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure. The suggestion of being dominated was engraved into his very soul.

Spike was slowly driven mad as he couldn’t cum. Rarity had tortured decide it was time for Spike to show his love. She pushed the dragon onto the floor and sat on his face.

“Eat me out, Spike,” Rarity commanded and Spike obliged. Five minutes into the session, Spike began to slow down as Rarity approached orgasm. She was frustrated that her slave was so disobedient. “What’s the matter Spikey Wikey? Don’t you love me? Don’t you want your reward?”

The dragon let out a pathetic whimper as Rarity ran a finger along his upper cock.

“Well Spike?”

“Yes, please, I want it Mistress!” came the muffled reply.

“Then obey me and make me cum,” the command was clear. Spike redoubled his efforts and Rarity cummed on his face.

Mistress’s sweet nectar tasted so good, and made him so horny. Obedience and love were fully integrated into Spike’s very being at the taste of his mistress. A few more minutes and what was left of Spike was a lust driven beast, with eyes only for his mistress.

“You’re almost ready Spikey-Wikey. This is a taste of your reward if you submit to me. Fuck me, slave,” Rarity commanded.

The combination of obedience spell and inhibition lowering spell took effect. Spike walked around to behind Rarity and mounted her with both his cocks. One for each hole, he began to thrust in and out. The pleasure weakened his near shredded mental defenses, and the final suggestion spell began to reshape Spike’s mind.

“Just give in and be my pet slave, Spike,” Rarity said, “It’ll feel so good to be ordered around by me, wont it Spikey?”

Spike’s mind started to succumb as his thrusting became rougher, more animalistic.

“That’s right Spikey, you know you can’t resist. You’re already mine.”

With those words, Spike’s mind was completely reformed. He became nothing more than a loyal beast to the mare he was fucking and obeyed her every command. Rarity gave a wicked smile as she felt Spike tense, trying to cum. It let her know Spike had given in and was now her pet slave.

“You may cum, slave.”

Spike let out a roar as he came into Rarity. Within the first half second he filled the mare, by one second Rarity was leaking his cum, by the next second Spike’s mind went completely blank. After a full minute of cumming into Rarity, Spike fell down on the ground exhausted.

Rarity was feeling a bit full and used a cleansing spell, clearing all of Spike’s cum out and off of her. She smiled down at the drake and decided that his childish form didn’t suit her.
“Wake up, slave,” Rarity commanded. Spike complied, obedience spell having worn off halfway through his training, made Rarity happy her slave would obey even when he was asleep. ”A slave of mine can’t go around looking like that Spikey,” Rarity said to the kneeling dragon.

Spike whined pitifully, looking at his mistress, eyes begging her to tell him how to please her.

“Don’t worry Spikey-Wikey, I’ll take care of it.”

Rarity’s horn lit was a dark purple aura that enveloped Spike. He grew and grew until he was a full grown feral dragon and stood on four legs. His scales darkened to match his mistress’s hair, his spines sharpened and darkened. His teeth and claws were razor sharp. His neck lengthened, and his body grew longer. Dark purple wings, with dark green membrane burst from his back, the spikes on his tail grew longer and thinner until they were deadly weapons. His eyes had become a dark green, and burned with a desire to protect his mistress. Black horns sprouted in a swept back style. A black collar with Rarity’s new cutie mark on it was fastened to his neck, symbolizing that he now belonged to Rarity. He roared and black fire flew from his jaws to lick the ceiling. Black shackles were on each of his legs, broken mithril chains still attached to them.

“Mmmm, yes. Now you are a slave worthy of me Spike,” Rarity said as she petted the giant dragon.

Spike looked at his giant form and asked, “H-how do I please you Mistress?” Spike’s voice was deep and full of adoration for her.

“I made it so you can change forms darling, now let’s see how you look when you’re not a feral beast,” Rarity said as she sat in Nightmare’s throne while Spike shrank down.

As a 'civilized' dragon, Spike walked on his hind legs like he did before. He was muscular and tall. Fire burned in his mouth and his horns gave his muzzled face a fierce visage. His legs were still like his dragon legs, if slightly less muscular. His arms were like a pony’s and fingers had claws, his tail was located at the base of his spine and was more lithe and deadly. His wrists and ankles were still shackled and he was still naked. His spines were a bit blunter in this form. His cocks hung out in the air for all to see, and a chain lead from his collar, showing the world he was Rarity’s slave.

“Excellent, my dear,” Nightmare’s voice whispered in Rarity’s ear. Her ear flicked back as a blush took her face. Her voice came again but this time it came from the alicorn walking from behind the throne, “Oh don’t worry about the throne, I made it for you after all.”

Rarity was happy that she got such a beautiful throne to sit on. The sides of the throne grew hooks for her slave’s leash, and she clapped her hands happily and put one of the links on the hook. Spike turned into his feral form and walked over to his Mistress and lied down around the throne, his head next to the throne and in easy reach of Rarity’s hands.

“Now Rarity, with your power I feel you could create a magnificent castle from this mountain,” Nightmare said. Her horn lit up and a mighty crack sounded. Alarmed by this and Nightmare’s silence she unhooked Spike. Spike flew out of the cave to see what happened at Rarity’s order.

“What was that horrible sound Spike? “ Rarity asked when the dragon returned. Spike shrank down to his smaller form and gave his report.

“It seems the Queen has ripped the mountain and a large chunk of land from the ground Mistress.” Spike continued,” the lands around the mountain would be equal to about half of Canterlot. Clouds were forming under the land and holding it up in the air.”

“But clouds alone wouldn’t be able to hold up that much land with a mountain on it!” Rarity shouted, shocked at Nightmare’s display of power.

♦♦♦

In Ponyville, Twilight woke up as a massive magical pulse echoed throughout the land. She got up to look for the source, but it seemed to vanish completely in an instant. she was too tired to think about investigating, so she made a mental note to check it out and went back to sleep.

♦♦♦

“Of course not dear, not without some help at least,” Nightmare finally spoke, her horn had ceased glowing. Rarity gaped silently at the alicorn. “The materials under this mountain are perfect for building a castle, I desire some of the more rare materials under the mountain. Send this list of materials to your boutique in Ponyville, and I’ll show you how to do transmutation when I return. The underside is magically reinforced and covered in levitation runes, powered by the winds and held at altitude with the clouds. I’m going to pay some of your dear friends a visit, have fun making this the castle of your dreams, Rarity,” Nightmare teleported away, leaving a shocked mare and a terrified dragon.

Rarity recovered first and ordered, “Spike, be a dear and dig up the materials Queen Moon referred to.” She looked at the sizable ball of liquid mithril still in the corner of the cave as Spike got to work. “Oh I have plans for you,” she said to the ball of metal.

Author's Note

Well, this is a thing I did because I was bored. I wrote out the rest of this story already, so tell me if i should stop here or post the rest. Also, any helpful criticism would be appreciated, because I'm not that confident in my writing ability.