Loving the Nightmare

by Penalt

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Nightmare Moon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3562

Twilight Sparkle returns to the alternate timeline ruled by Nightmare Moon to spy on it's ruler. Only to discover passion and desire.

After her battle with Starlight Glimmer across timelines, Twilight Sparkle finds herself obsessing over the timeline ruled by Nightmare Moon. Captured and bound, she expects torture and possibly death. Only to find warmth and passion at the hooves of the Dread Alicorn.

Cowritten with the insanely awesome Door Belle

Cover art by Ziom05

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Published 2017-01-06 09:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-06 09:00:01 UTC

Obsession

“I’ll be right back,” Twilight had told Starlight Glimmer. Ever since their battle had shown Twilight some of the alternate futures Equestria could have gone down, she had wondered what had happened in those futures she had seen—what had happened and what was continuing to happen. The timeline she kept dwelling on was the one in which Nightmare Moon had won.

Despite the obvious darkness and evil of that future, Twilight had been struck by the loyalty the Rarity and Rainbow Dash of that future had shown for their dark Princess. Twilight was plagued with questions for which she could think of no good answer. How did a kingdom of perpetual night survive? How did an evil princess secure the loyalty of someone like Rainbow Dash, who was the embodiment of loyalty?

She had to know, and the only way to know was to go back. So, she did. She timed her arrival for late in the day, expecting to be able to make her way to Nightmare Moon’s castle unobserved.

The time vortex spat her out in the perpetual twilight of Nightmare Moon’s world, right where it had before near the stone table that was the Cutie Map. As the chronal energies faded away Twilight looked around and saw that the entire area was now criss-crossed by glistening translucent strands. They were everywhere. There was barely a foot clear in any direction where there wasn’t a strand. Twilight’s passage through them, as the vortex had landed her here, had destroyed the symmetry of the strands, and a great many now clung to her body.

She held up a hoof to look at one of the strands that was clinging to her leg. It was barely a quarter inch wide and very, very thin. A hint of moisture glistened from the strand as the eternal moonlight shone off of it. It was lovely, but it and its fellows were a distraction. She had a purpose here, and standing around wasn’t getting it done. She began to walk carefully away from her landing point. She wanted to break as few strands as possible but there were so many it was simply impossible.

Her first realization of trouble was when, a few bare strides into her journey, she suddenly couldn’t take a full step. Something had suddenly hobbled her. Looking down, she saw dozens of the strands she had been walking through were now connecting her front legs together. She tried pulling them apart, but the strands had glued themselves to her legs and each other, and would not break. She spun in place to look behind her, suddenly very worried, and saw that she was trailing several feet of the strands behind her. Her blood ran cold as she realized what had been happening.

Twilight hadn’t been breaking the strands, she had only been pulling them free of their anchor points, and now they were free to wrap around her like the strands of a web around a fly. In a panic, Twilight opened her wings and tried to fly out of the trap. She got barely a body length off the ground before the ever present strands fouled and bound her wings in an awkward position, bringing her heavily back to the ground. As she hit the field she rolled a couple of times, wrapping even more lines around her body.

Twilight came to a stop, and tried to force herself to be calm by taking a few even breaths. The strands were tightening as she struggled, with her forelegs barely able to move now. Her back legs were little better. She forced herself to stop struggling and tried to use her magic to break free. It was the worst thing she could have done.

There were several strands touching Twilight’s horn, and the instant magic hit those strands they conducted it everywhere, into every other line they touched, grounding and diffusing her magic. Then all those strands began to curl and loop around her, further wrapping and binding her. Twilight’s presence of mind snapped. She threw herself at her bonds with a panicked strength, trying to either snap the lines or get out of the trap she was in.

Ten minutes later, a thoroughly bound alicorn lay helpless on the forest floor. Both front and rear legs were tightly wrapped and immovably bound. In a similar fashion, both her wings were also wrapped and bound, only in an extended position up and behind her back—painfully locked together at the peak of an upwards beat. But that was not the worst of it. Dozens of the streamer-like strands were wrapped around her barrel, corset-like. Her breathing stretched them a bit with each inhalation, and the strands were responding by slowly tightening a little more with each exhalation, gradually crushing Twilight’s lungs. Other lines, wrapped endlessly around her throat, were strangling her in a similar fashion.

As a final insult, some of the strands had managed to snag and connect her tail to her head, forcing both neck and tail into an arch. The humiliating position exposed her sex for all to see, and made her throat that much more exposed to the strangling lines there.

Twilight simply lay where she was, unable to move, barely able to breathe, until she heard approaching hoofsteps, followed by a familiar voice.

“The Princess said you would be back someday,” said this world’s Rainbow Dash, looking down at the helpless alicorn at her hooves. “I’d say you have about five minutes before those lines strangle or suffocate you. Unless you would be willing to surrender, that is?”

“Yes,” gasped out Twilight. “I surrender. I most definitely surrender.”

“Good choice,” said Dash. “You try anything stupid, and you will wish I’d left you here.” With that, the pegasus guard and her two companions freed Twilight from the trap while fitting her with an inhibitor ring, hobbles and a pair of choke collars on short leashes. At a slow walk and kept at heel between two guards, Twilight was led as a captive to Nightmare Moon’s castle.

She was led through dark hallways commanded by the Dread Alicorn, ever onwards towards whatever sinister fate Nightmare Moon had in store for her. Any time she even thought of balking, her guards simply gave a tug on her choke collars, reminding her to keep pace. The trio walked through a final door. Much to Twilight’s surprise they were not in dungeon, or a torture chamber, but instead the entrance to a lavish bedroom with a lit fireplace, a four poster bed, paintings, long drapes of fabric and far too much luxury for one pony to take in all at once. The giant rings set into the bedposts made her balk, but a not so gentle prod by her guards was all she needed to further enter the room.

The Princess of Nightmares and all things of a night’s unrest was waiting for her. Her long, luscious mane flowed as her magic took the leads from Twilight’s collars and fastened them to the rings on either side of the bed. Twilight’s knees quaked with fear, and her body betrayed her. A wetness dripped from between her legs and her clit quaked.

“Ye-your Highness?” Twilight bowed her head slightly.

“Excellent,” the dark princess paced around the purple alicorn. “I see Our reputation has preceded us. This will take all of our attention. Guards. Leave Us!”

With a loud clang, and a cackle rising from her captor, Twilight’s terror grew as Nightmare Moon began to walk around her. Touching here, prodding there, making Twilight move as she willed it while she examined her captive. Twilight tried to jerk forward when the Nightmare lifted her tail high, but the sudden tightness of the choke collars held her in place as the leads pulled taut.

“Such fear,” said Nightmare Moon, smelling the wet trail of Twilight’s terror. “What do you think is going to happen here, Little One?”

“Y—You’re going to interrogate me, do things to me, to force me to give you the time travel spell,” stuttered Twilight.

“Nay, I have no wish for such a spell,” said Nightmare.

“But before, you wanted it,” said Twilight, confused now. “You said only you should have that kind of magic.”

“I did indeed say that,” said Nightmare Moon. “But after you escaped, I had time to think about who you were and what you represented. You are a time traveller, who came through a portal from another when. You know things. Beautiful and frightening things.” She paused in her thoughts, gathering them for a moment. “Tell me, do I rule Equestria there as well?”

Twilight knew she couldn’t lie, but she couldn’t tell the truth either—that her and her friends had vanquished Nightmare Moon, and Princess Luna ruled beside her sister. Nightmare Moon sensed the hesitation in her captive and struck, swiftly and boldly.

Twilight’s mind suddenly whited out as she felt the broad tongue of the alicorn behind her lap it's way up her sex, triggering every nerve in her most sensitive of openings and making her knees buckle from the sudden intensity of pleasure mixed with a slight tinge of pain.

“Tell me the truth, Little One,” purred the voice from behind her. “I can make this last all night if need be, and I will exact a toll from you for every moment that goes by.”

“Y-Yes, Your Highness,” gasped Twilight. “I’ll tell you the truth. You do rule in my Equestria, but as a co-regent with your sister.”

Another lash of pleasure stroked Twilight’s delicate folds. She whimpered and bucked just slightly, her hips bending, angling her sex towards the tongue that teased her.

“Co-regent? With my sister, Eclipse?”

“No-no,” Twilight whimpered, stuttering as she fought back the sensations. “Celestia. Princess Celestia.”

Nightmare Moon paused, then darted her tongue deep into Twilight, lapping and tasting the sweetness that all but bubbled out of Twilight as terror gave way fully to pleasure. “Interesting…”

“Oh… Please,” whimpered Twilight as the sensations of helpless pleasure poured through her. “Please, Princess… more.”

“Oh, my needy Little One,” said Nightmare. “You may indeed have more. But you will have to earn it.” The older alicorn gracefully moved in front of Twilight and lifted her tail high as she slowly backed up toward the captive Princess. Twilight needed no instruction or urging. She leaned forward as far as the twin choke collars on her throat would allow, and began to draw her tongue up the dark slit of Nightmare Moon.

“Yes,” hissed Nightmare Moon through clenched teeth. “Oh, I have missed this so.” Twilight’s tongue reached the top of the slit, just grazing the sensitive nub there.

“Mis—Highness,” said Twilight, gasping slightly from the pressure on her windpipe. “I can’t reach further. I want to do more to please you, but I can’t reach. Please...” Nightmare Moon looked back over her body at her lavender captive. The choke collars were indeed dug deep into the flesh of Twilight’s neck, but despite that, Twilight’s eyes were glazed with pleasure and desire, not fear.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” asked Nightmare Moon, rhetorically, and with a wave of power she snapped the collars off of Twilight’s neck. “Now, you delicious little alicorn, come here and service your Princess of the Night.”

Twilight gulped and stretched her neck out, taking a tentative lick. Nightmare Moon moved closer so the reach wasn’t as much for Twilight. One lick. Two. Three more, and a loud moan from Nightmare Moon encouraged the little purple alicorn to dive in further. A sweet nectar began to leak from the dark blue and black folds before her, its taste and scent intoxicating, and Twilight began to eagerly lap it up. As Twilight’s licking became harder and more insistent, the moans from the throat of Nightmare Moon became louder, rising higher and higher in pitch.

Twilight pressed forward, burying her snout into the blooming, fragrant flower before her, until she found the small nub at its heart. Eagerly, she suckled on the nub, like a foal at its mother’s teat, and Nightmare Moon suddenly cried out in wordless joy as her body became wracked with a shuddering orgasm that seemed to last for centuries.

When the Dread Alicorn recovered herself, she turned to look at her captive. Twilight was kneeling on her hobbled legs, her face and muzzle still covered in the juices of Nightmare Moon’s pleasure.

“Well, Little One,” said Nightmare Moon, recovering her breath. “I said you would have to earn more pleasure from me, and I dare say that you have indeed done so.” Wrapping Twilight in her dark magic, she lifted the smaller alicorn wholly onto her bed. “Now,” she said, grasping Twilight’s hobbles in her magic. “If you promise to be good, I will take these off. What do you say?”

“I’ll be good… Mistress,” said Twilight, whose own heart was racing.

“Such manners,” said Nightmare Moon, with a smile as she removed Twilight’s hobbles. Only the inhibitor ring now bound any portion of Twilight’s body, yet she felt no need or desire to try to escape. All she wanted was to feel more of that gripping pleasure she had felt before at the tongue and hooves of Nightmare Moon.

It would be a very long night for the two alicorns, one freely and fully at the mercy of the other, to delight in pleasure—and pain becoming pleasure—until sleep took both of them.

Twilight woke some time later. Her body still exhausted and horn still cut off from her magic, Twilight simply lay there, relaxed in the afterglow, as she felt the Dark Princess spooned against her. The larger alicorn’s own breathing returning to a waking rhythm itself.

"So, ah, can I go?" Twilight said, not daring to look behind her.

"For now, Little One," Nightmare Moon gave a sigh, and nuzzled the soft mane of her alicorn lover, giving Twilight’s horn a lick and tasting herself there. The dark Queen didn’t let Twilight go right away, her strong legs trapping Twilight’s softer warmth against her chest and belly for a few precious moments longer. "This time spell of yours, you aren't going to give it to me, are you?"

"No… I'm sorry, but I can't," Twilight said. She tried to pull away from the nuzzling, but it felt too nice for her to put any real effort into it.

"Very well, but you can cast it again? You can come back?" Nightmare Moon worked one of Twilight's ears up into her mouth and bit down, piercing it.

"Ow! Hey! What was—" A loop of metal was pressed through Twilight's ear, feeling a little heavy, but oddly nice. "I... I guess I could."

“A token and mark of my affection for you,” said Nightmare Moon. “When you return, return here. My token will allow you past my wards safely. Now go, lovely one, before I change my mind. You are altogether too delicious for my own good.”

With that, Nightmare Moon had removed the inhibitor ring from Twilight’s horn and had directed her guards to return Twilight to where they had found her. Upon Twilight’s return to her own world, both Starlight and Spike had asked her where she had gotten her new earring. Even Rarity had commented on how well it looked on her, its silver set with moonstone contrasting nicely with Twilight’s purple fur.

Over the days that followed Twilight kept thinking about the dark, lonely alicorn in her castle. Of the night of glorious passion they had shared. Of how she had been given no choice but to give in to sensation and pleasure. As the days and nights continued to pass, Twilight became more and more obsessed with that memory until she felt she no longer had a choice. She had to know that pleasure and powerlessness again. With a brilliant flash of magic, Twilight leapt back across the timelines. She knew exactly where to return to cause the least disturbance… and it was also where she wanted most to be.

"Nightmare Moon?" she called softly. With a magical pop, a weight suddenly bore down on her horn. "What the—Mmmh!!"

Several more pops sounded off as her world disappeared behind a blindfold that manifested itself from the aether. A web of writhing straps bound her legs together and snaked around her body into a tight harness. At the same time a horsecock-shaped gag, hitched to a bridle in place of a bit, stuffed her muzzle, stretching her jaws apart and pinning her tongue.

She struggled for balance atop her bundled hooves, but her wings were swiftly pulled to her sides, engulfed in a series of straps that kept her from spreading them even an inch. Her magic flared in a last-ditch attempt to stabilize herself, but it just warmed what felt like the same inhibitor ring around the base of her horn.

She fell, whimpering in terror—

Only to have her fall cushioned by the exquisitely soft blankets atop the Nightmare Queen's lavish mattress, and she suddenly felt very stupid. Of course; she'd chosen to reappear atop her snuggle-lover's royal bed. And of course Nightmare Moon had prepared for her.

Minutes ticked by. As helpless as she was, the blindfold helped take the edge off her anxiety. And... it wasn't entirely bad. Her restraints were of the highest quality, and though tight, they didn't bite into her flesh anywhere. Once she stopped fighting the bondage, it was actually pleasant in its own way, wrapping and warming to her body much like one of Rarity’s tighter outfits would.

While she waited for whatever was going to happen, her wings began to flutter uselessly against her bonds on their own. The strange sensation of her wings trying to spring out to a full, excited flare and being unable to move an inch grew on her quickly. Like her bondage, it was something she could neither control nor escape, and she found her breaths quickening.

Finally, she heard hoofsteps. She hadn't heard the chamber door, but then again, there was none.

"Well, well, well,” said Nightmare Moon, almost purring the words. "I see you've fallen into my little trap, my Little One. You look simply delicious."

In response, Twilight could only grunt.

"You’ve given me plenty of time for thought about our relationship, Twilight Sparkle. Here is what will happen from now on.”

"This is my bedroom. This is where you will visit me; you can and will receive no other audience. While in my bedroom, you are fully in my power—" Twilight's belly clenched, involuntarily and pleasantly "—and mine to enjoy as I will."

Magic enveloped and lifted the trapped Princess; she struggled reflexively. A moment later, she heard Nightmare Moon's body flop onto the bed; then she was pulled into a warm embrace. The dark alicorn nibbled at her ear, still a little sensitive where it was healing from the piercing, and she shivered. She was beginning to put together a picture of what was going on, and she found that she liked it.

"When you arrive, you will say my name and allow yourself to be caught once more. Try different ways of saying it, my Little One; that will amuse me." Nightmare Moon buried her muzzle in Twilight's mane for a few moments, inhaling deeply through her nose; Twilight flushed with embarrassment. She couldn't smell that good—

"Mmm, you smell ravishing," the Nightmare purred. "I will keep you here as long for as I like, each time you visit. You will not know how long, only that you are surrendering to me on every possible level and that I will let you go home, eventually. It is not as though you lose any time there while you are here with me..."

Twilight couldn't stop herself from squirming. The idea of such complete submission touched something within her and dug in deep. Her head, though bridled and gagged, was relatively free; she nodded rapidly in agreement to her captor—her lover's conditions.

"I thought so." Nightmare Moon's voice dropped to a purr again. "One last thing, Little One. I like you gagged; you're going to stay that way a lot. I'm going to weave bells into your tail, now, and if something I do is too frightening or too much, you shall ring them as vigorously as you can.”

Nightmare Moon either saw or sensed Twilight’s raised eyebrow. “I anticipate many, many nights together, and I have no desire to break my toy by playing too hard with her. Now, my wonderful little Twilight, I demand your cuddles—and you can do nothing to stop me from taking them."

Time passed, and did not touch them.

Author's Note

The core of this story is the something that the amazingly talented Door Belle wrote and posted sometime back in Damaged's Discord channel. I copied it at the time into my "ideas" folder and, with Door Belle's permission, gave the core elements some context, background and editing.

I began to run into problems with some of the scenes and my lovely and talented wife, DJ Mooncheeks, rode in and rescued me by writing some of the steamier scenes.

It is my hope that you find this enjoyable, in some slight way. Any problems with this story should be laid at my hooves and not Door's or Mooncheek's.