Nightmare's Pets

Twilight stared at the ceiling of her room. She hadn’t been awake long. She didn’t want to be awake. She didn’t know if she wanted anything. Not after what she had witnessed.

She thought she was becoming nothing, being nothing, erased from existence completely. However, in those last moments, right before she had been pulled back, she had seen more. Dark creatures with rows of teeth, thousands of eyes, and forms so uncertain that Twilight wouldn’t have been surprised if they could mimic her at will.

All waiting for their new plaything.

She shivered on the hard bed, turning away from the bed as she drew her legs in. She didn’t want to cry, but the fear was instilled into her bones. Twilight knew it would fade, become more manageable, but until that happened, she couldn’t stop the tears that came with the experience.

The sound of hooves brought her out of her mind, at least for a moment, and she looked to her door. Nopony had passed since she had woken up, a sure sign that she was in a dungeon. At least, it would have been if the rest of her accommodations didn’t prove that. A flat, hard mattress, urinal in the corner, and hard pavestones throughout.

And that meant that the only pony who might come to see her was her warden. The nightmare who would haunt her dreams for the rest of eternity. Or, until she grew bored with Twilight, and gave her masters a new toy. A shiver began to spread through her, but shut eyes and a firm resolve to not show her weakness in front of the mare who was coming stopped it. She couldn’t, or else Nightmare would use that fear against her, and she would never get vengeance for her teacher.

The door’s lock clicked out of place, and Twilight considered straightening herself out for a moment. This position made her look more afraid though, more like she was ready to be obedient, something she needed now. If she didn’t get Nightmare’s trust back, she would never get a second chance to take her out.

And, as if on a cue, the alicorn walked in. Unlike with Fluttershy, the outfit was far less casual. Or, far more, dependant on how one looked at it. She now wore a dark blue corset, the laces tied over her stomach while the top part cupped and lifted her chest, even to the point to let her nipples above the fabric. On her lower half, she wore knee high, leather boots that were pitch black. All suggested by her pupil, and all hidden from her guards by a large trench cloak.

Twilight swallowed hard at the appearance. While yes it was beautiful, it also stated the purpose for her being here and what was probably expected of Twilight. It also had an odd familiarity to it that she couldn’t shake. At least, not until Nightmare cupped her chin and forced her to look into the monarch’s eyes.

Nightmare looked deep into Twilight’s eyes. She could tell from her body language the plan Twilight had, only confirmed by the defiance in her eyes. It was a little bit of a shame that Twilight wasn’t a better actress, as then she could still surprise Nightmare, but this did make things simpler. Besides, if the studious mare wasn’t easier to read and interpret, she would not make as good a slave.

Nightmare threw Twilight aside, jerking the mare’s head away from her as she stepped away. A little bit of cruelty, but hopefully all she would need to do today. “So, Twilight, I do hope you slept well. After seeing my friends like you did, I would think you would need time to recover and what not. Though, you got off easier than your dear friend, Rainbow, did.”

Twilight looked over her knees and tried to put as much of a warble into her voice as she could, trying to make herself sound utterly terrified. It was amusing to Nightmare to hear her try, especially so badly. “Wh-what did you do to her? Is she dead?”

Nightmare shook her head, leaning down to get something from her boot as she also teleported in a small, silver platter. From the angle she was at, Twilight couldn’t see the gruell, or the collar waiting for her. “No, nothing like that, my dear pet. She merely got to be treated by one of my friends, and have her holes used as they should be, especially for such a nasty rebel. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Twilight held back on saying no, but couldn’t stop her eyes from narrowing into a hard glare. She didn’t know the exact details, but no pony deserved to be attacked by the creatures she’d seen. To have them invade oneself like that though… it made Twilight shiver.

Nightmare stepped back over, the platter staying in the air, and on the other side of the room, as she held the collar in her hand for Twilight to see. It was of a rougher leather than Fluttershy’s, but still with an embroidered name on it. Upon closer inspection, Twilight could see that it was her name.

Nightmare extended it closer to Twilight. “You are to put it on and then get on the floor. It is to show you as my slave, or, more exactly right now, my pet. Once you’ve worked yourself back to being a pony, I will let you stand in my presence. Until then, you crawl, understand?”

Twilight’s cheeks grew hot as she thought of the humiliating position. It wasn’t the sort of thing a royal student should ever have to do, nevertheless to an usurper. If she didn’t need to be obedient, she would have tried to refuse, remind her who she talked to.

Unfortunately, Twilight had no such luxury, and so took the collar. She fastened it around her neck, trying to keep it tight. However, Nightmare corrected that by pulling on the strap and making sure it was properly bound. Not quite tight enough to choke though.

And then, Twilight, bare as the day she was born, slid off of the bed and onto the floor. She wanted to cry, hating herself for acting so subservient, but there was nothing to be done, not unless she wanted to be hurt again and lose all hope. This was simply how it had to be for now.

Nightmare sat onto the bed, her legs still open as she looked to her pet. Twilight did not have the chest of her friend, nor the fitness of Rainbow Dash. That didn’t diminish the fact that the pale mare had her own charm with a more than ample bosom, an unblemished hide, and, most likely, was still a virgin.

Of course, that wasn’t all she inspected. There were the white knuckles, the gritted teeth, and fiery eyes. All signs for how foolish Nightmare had been in the throne room. She should have been able to see the hate this mare held for her, and been more capable of reacting calmly. Then again, keeping her emotions in check was still something she was working on, especially while the forces in her rejoiced their victory.

Nightmare shook her head, hard, ridding herself of the worries. For now, Twilight was being good and she could use that. Her horn glowed, bringing the food closer, until it was on the floor before Twilight. It was a nasty, brown concoction. While definitely nutritious, it wasn’t exactly appetizing. “Until I decide you are a pony once more, you shall eat like a pet. From the floor.”

Twilight’s eyes widened. She had to eat… No. This was one straw too far. She would be obedient, but if she gave in entirely, it would only cause more problems. Her eyes shifted to Nightmare as she scowled. “You can’t really expect me to-”

Growl.

Twilight was silenced as the hunger within her let herself be all too well known. Nightmare raised an eyebrow to her before a thin lipped smile crossed her features. “Well, since you won’t eat, like a bad dog, I will take your food away. I do hope-”

Twilight reached out, grabbing Nightmare’s leg as her stomach squirmed in pain. She may have not wanted to be a dog, but she wasn’t about to ignore the fact that she needed food if she was going to be able to plan properly. “I… I’ll do it, I promise.”

Nightmare raised her eyebrow higher, before her smile cracked open to show her teeth. To Twilight, it looked like the look a predator gave to its prey.

The alicorn sat down, her legs wider than before now. Twilight got a first row seat to look at the monarch’s pussy, spread open for her viewing pleasure. Nightmare lowered a hand, gently stroking the open, glistening folds. Her trip to Fluttershy earlier today had left her like this, though she had not expected to need to take advantage of that fact. “You refused once, so now you must prove to your mistress how hungry you are. Understand?”

Twilight looked down, her cheeks becoming flushed at the request. The most she’d ever done before now were touches on herself, and a couple, long, tender kisses with Celestia. Now she would need to sully her lips on her tyrant’s… She glanced at the food bowl, her stomach squirming in pain as she thought.

She didn’t want to please this mare. She didn’t want anything to do with her if she could help it, but she also needed to live, and think, and, and do something! Twilight shut her eyes, her self doubt beginning to bite at her rationality. That what she said were just excuses for her being afraid and unfaithful. If she truly were loyal to Celestia, she would never even think of helping Nightmare.

Nightmare looked upon those doubting eyes, able to see the tears that Twilight probably didn’t even know were there. So scared, so desperate, it made her heart twinge in regret. In another time, the two could have been kindred spirits. On the other hand, if her plan worked, they would be.

Her hand gently traced Twilight’s cheek, looking deep into the unicorn’s eyes, before whispering, “This won’t help me. I still have Rainbow Dash to see, and I she will probably force me to take pleasure from her. All you would do by taking this deal is to show your faith as my pup, and earn your meal. That sounds like a pretty good trade off, right?”

Twilight was silent for a few moments, staring into Nightmare’s deep, green eyes. They weren’t threatening, or held even a drop of malice. In fact, for a moment, she thought she saw the power that Celestia held in her eyes. The power of an alicorn, of one so much greater than her.

Her eyes shut tight, dismissing it as anything but as she looked back to the ground. Knowing that Rainbow was next did help. She would be more experienced at all of this, as anypony could tell just by glancing at her, so she would have been better to simply get pleasure from. No, Nightmare was using this to humiliate her, and so long as she knew she was being humiliated, she wouldn’t be.

With her possibly shaky logic in hand, she looked back up, right into those pink folds. In a second, all of her confidence shriveled up. She still had to actually do a somewhat good job, instead of just breathe on it like she wanted.

Twilight swallowed hard, leaning in and taking in Nightmare’s smell. It was surprisingly thick for how little arousal leaked from between the alicorn’s thighs. The musk instantly lulled her in closer, making her desire the other mare as a wave of her own arousal ran through her. She was suddenly very aware that she was not only naked, but at Nightmare’s mercy. She could make her do anything, do anything to her, even give her spankings like a bad foal, or twist her nipples until she begged for her to stop.

Twilight bit into her lip, thinking her body was shaking in fear as she stopped only centimeters from the tyrant’s nethers. She wondered if Celestia’s would have smelled anything like this, or if hers did. If it did, she’d be amazed. This scent was one that conjured images of a commander, one who would make others do as they wanted, just as she did right now.

And, with the image of Nightmare over her, Twilight’s body moved on its own, giving into the desires it was supposedly needing to in order to stay alive. Nightmare smiled as she felt the gentle peck by Twilight’s tongue, before the virgin mare retreated back, falling on her rump as she panted. It was quite adorable, especially when put in the context of the unicorn being her pup.

Nightmare leaned forward, smiling as she raised an eyebrow. “Do I really taste that bad?”

Twilight’s cheeks betrayed her real thoughts as they became as red as apples, and she looked down. The other mare’s arousal tasted wonderful, but she suspected that it was either because of her thirst, or because of some sort of enchantment. Otherwise, only love would make anything from there taste good. She was… sure about it.

She swallowed hard, beginning to crawl forward again, her whole body shaking as she was watched. Even a shred of clothing would be better than what she had on, because she could only ever think about how exposed she was. How easy it would be for Nightmare to take further advantage of her. In fact, she bet the ruler was just waiting for the best moment to do just that.

Twilight bit her lip for a moment, hesitating again as she go close to it again. She’d already started the act, so there really was no reason for her to stop now, especially since this was far from the worse thing she could imagine Nightmare could make her do.

With one more swallow, Twilight began. Her tongue flicked out, gently pecking the folds. Her hot, sticky tongue never went in very deep or stayed long, but instead darted in and out of the ruler’s folds, teasing them, just like her breath. She hoped this was how a mare was supposed to do this, but she had no way to tell. Was Nightmare humming good?

The answer? Yes, though not because Nightmare was going to find satisfaction from just this. No, she hummed happily for a whole different reason. The mare was adorable, and she reminded her of old, experimental days. The days before her banishment, and warmed Nightmare’s heart with her pecks.

Yes, Nightmare was quite please in her selection of mares so far.

After a few more minutes of nervous touches, with Twilight even beginning to massage Nightmare;s thighs to try to help with the task, Nightmare put one hand on the back of the mare’s head and pushed her closer. “One more, long, deep lick. Understand?”

Twilight swallowed hard, unable to tell what the tone meant for her, but she had to try it. Once she got this done, she could be done with it and go back to planning how she would put the monarch down. She couldn’t forget that, no matter how good Nightmare ta-

She shut her eyes tighter, pushing out all of her thoughts as she buried her face into Nightmare’s crotch. Her tongue sank deep within the folds, being pressed in from all sides by the alicorn’s muscles. It was sweet, just as she had always suspected Celestia might taste, and, for a moment, forgot where she was.

She was simply a student to an alicorn, and doing her best to show her devotion to a princess.

Nightmare frowned as Twilight finished, throwing herself to the ground and beginning to sob. It wasn’t the reaction she’d been expecting, but… She bit into her lips and stood up, the illusions she’d had on for her guards coming back to make her appear clothed once more. While these clothes were good for sleeping with her mares, showing off everything was not how one got their guards to respect them.

As she opened the door, Nightmare paused for a moment. She could hear Twilight crying in the corner. She would have liked to cuddle the little, virginal mare, but that would only hurt her. Only make the confusion worse.

She turned to Twilight, and, stone cold, memories of pain in her chest when she looked upon Celestia a thousand years ago coming to mind, said, “Ponies don’t normally hate, but don’t worry. The longer you do, the easier it will become, and then that confusion will end. One way or another.”

Twilight barely heard the words over her apologies to Celestia and Equestria.