Plunder

She awoke to the pleasant sensation of a hoof lightly teasing up and down her cock. Her mind was full of fog and for a moment she wondered if she was masturbating half asleep. But as she became more aware, she realized it was not her own hoof delicately tracing the veins on her cock.

There was a starry sky above her, but she could not feel it in the way she felt her night sky. Her regalia had been removed as well. She had a sense that she should be alarmed by these things, but her mind was dulled.

I've been drugged, she observed, with no particular urgency.

Some part of her mind was screaming at her to beware, but it was locked in a cage of green magic, and there was no reason to pay it any heed.

Though her mind was wrapped in gauze, her body was keenly receptive to sensations. She felt the smooth stone she lay upon, and sensed she was surrounded by rock... in a grotto, perhaps. And the feathery touch along her cock drove her to flex her hips and press her cock into that hoof, but it teasingly moved with her, denying her the pleasure of grinding against it.

A cool voice chuckled above her. “Awake, are we?”

She stared up at the pony above her. The other came into focus.

Her mind tried to jump into gear, but thick fog was clouded her thoughts. Even so, confused denials whirled through her head. She shoved back, hooves scrabbling at the stone floor and propping up her front on splayed forelegs.

“No,” Luna whimpered. “No, you can't be. It's not possible.”

The creature stood before her, tall and elegant, her coat sleek and shiny. Her grand wings rested comfortably at her sides. Her horn was a sharp lance. She stood naked, her glowing mane floating from her neck.

“Well, my little Princess, it's been a while,” Nightmare Moon said.

Luna shook her head in denial. “You can't be here, you're me,” she murmured, trying to fit her sluggish thoughts around the situation.

Nightmare Moon smiled. “Yet here I am.”

“This isn't possible. I'm dreaming.”

“Are you?” Nightmare Moon purred.

She knew she wasn't. Her mind was confused, and she wasn't certain of how much time she'd lost track of, but she was still sure enough of herself to know she had not wandered into the dreamlands.

Nightmare paced in front of her, dipped her nose under Luna's tail and took a deep breath. Startled, Luna snapped her tail down, but Nightmare just raised her head, eyes half-lidded, and savored the smell. “The scent of a mare's sex is a lovely thing, don't you think? But of course I know you do.”

Nightmare Moon stepped back and displayed herself to Luna. “Am I not the better part of you? The creature you always wanted to be? Are these slim legs not your very own taste? Is my neck not a lovely arch? Does the sheen of my coat not earn your admiration?” She turned her back to Luna, and glanced back teasingly. “Is not my rump deliciously round? And,” she said, twitching her tail aside just enough to grant Luna a glimpse of the sweet treasures beneath, “do you not crave a sip from this cup?”

Luna growled, her gaze fixed to the sight of Nightmare Moon's sleek pussy in spite of her will. The midnight-black lips glistened wetly. But an instant later, Nightmare Moon swung to the side and flexed her back, stretching out one hind leg to shamelessly display the stiff shaft between her thighs. “Or perhaps the perfection of this staff is more to your liking,” Nightmare said.

The veins of Nightmare Moon's cock throbbed gently with her heartbeat. The shaft was identical to Luna's own, of course, but Nightmare sported a lewd bit of jewelry as well; a silver hoop resting snugly at the base of her scrotum.

Luna felt her own cock give a sudden twitch.

Nightmare Moon gave a predatory smile. “Your body can't help but react to me. I am everything you desire, everything you wanted to fashion yourself into.”

Luna fought through the fog of her thinking. “No. I repudiated you.”

Nightmare Moon laughed. “Can you truly repudiate yourself?” She moved in close to Luna, and pressed her lips to hers. Nightmare's warm tongue writhed its way into Luna's mouth, stroking and grappling with Luna's own. A feverish heat flushed through Luna's body, and she felt as if she could not catch her breath. She needed to reject this contact, this impossible kiss—but she found she could not bring herself to thrust herself away.

Instead it was Nightmare Moon who broke away, with a mocking chuckle.

Luna sprawled, dazed, the taste of Nightmare Moon's saliva on her tongue.

Nightmare Moon brought one hoof to dangle before Luna's face.

“Lick my hoof.”

Luna batted it aside weakly. Nightmare Moon chuckled. “You resist?” she said. She brought her hoof down to slowly stroke once again up the length of Luna's erection. Luna shivered at the sensation as the smooth hoof caressed up her shaft with just enough pressure to coax a trickle of pre from her. Luna whimpered as Nightmare Moon rubbed the head of her cock and slathered the liquid onto her hoof.

She waved the wet hoof before Luna's face once again, and the sweet aroma of her own lustful fluids tickled at her nose.

“Lick my hoof,” Nightmare Moon repeated, “and I shall give you such pleasures as you cannot imagine.” She bent her head to Luna's ear and whispered. “Acknowledge my mastery. Put your worries aside and surrender to me.”

“N... no...” Luna said weakly.

Nightmare drew her head back and stared into Luna's face. There was a blazing green shine in her eyes that dizzied and confused Luna, but Luna held to her determination. “I defeated you,” she insisted, but her voice trembled.

“Perhaps,” Nightmare purred. “But not today. There's no need to trouble yourself over that today.” She sidestepped to Luna's haunches and slid her hoof under Luna's tail. Luna's pussy was already dripping, so when Nightmare slid her hoof along the fat lips, Luna couldn't help but gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure.

Nightmare stepped away and laughed. “I can scarcely believe that a low creature like you even tries to resist me.” She grinned down at Luna. “A pathetic beast who even spies upon her sister's carnal moments.”

“What? I... I wouldn't...” Luna shook her head in confused denial, but instantly the image of her sister locked in amorous congress with Twilight Sparkle flashed into her mind as vivid as real life. Had... had she actually seen something like that? She could even picture the sweat on her sister's face, and her lips pulling back from her teeth as she strove to reach the crest of ecstasy.

Luna's cock gave a thick slap to her belly, and without conscious thought she reached down and began stroking it. Thrilling pulses of delight shivered through her body as her hoof slid along the hard flesh. Her mind was filled with visions of her sister thrusting eagerly into her paramour's sloppy cunt.

No... this wasn't right... her thoughts were muddled, but she still knew she shouldn't be pleasuring herself with Nightmare Moon standing over her... But she was Nightmare Moon, it wasn't possible for Nightmare Moon to appear before her... she needed to understand what was going on... but at the same time her cock needed these caresses so much...

“How filthy, sister,” Celestia's voice rang out.

Luna's eyes snapped wide open and her head snapped toward the source of the voice. Celestia and Twilight stood at the entrance of a corridor. Both of them stared at her with cold sneers on their faces.

“To think you would actually masturbate in the hall of the Night Court,” Celestia continued. “Displaying yourself to anypony who might walk in... and moaning my name, no less.”

She hadn't been... had she? Luna felt a flutter of panic in her belly. She glanced around—was this the Night Court? She saw a throne to one side that seemed to confirm it was.

And yet her hoof continued to grind along the shaft between her legs.

Twilight gave a contemptuous snort. “She sure has a dirty hobby, doesn't she Princess Celestia.”

“Indeed,” Celestia agreed. “Come, Twilight, let us leave her to her sick vices.” She turned and began to walk away down the corridor.

Stung, Luna wrenched her hoof from her cock and reached after the two of them.

Celestia glanced back at her. “I hope you don't expect any pony to shake hooves with that,” she said.

Luna focused on her hoof, and saw it slimed with her cock's lubricants. A long silvery dribble hung from the bottom of her hoof.

Celestia and Twilight disappeared around a bend in the corridor. A moment later twin green flashes dimly reflected off its walls, but before Luna's fuzzy thoughts could stop to wonder at the meaning, Nightmare Moon's laughter barked out.

“Such a touching reunion,” she sneered.

“My sister wouldn't...” Luna murmured.

“Oh really? Did I miss something? Did she not recoil from the sight of you shamelessly pleasuring yourself?”

“That's not...” Luna's mind was in confusion. Her hoof, however, knew her need and reached between her thighs to stroke once more up her quivering shaft. Her voice drifted into a low moan.

“Do you want to cum?” Nightmare whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” Luna groaned, the pace of her hoof quickening. Her cock felt so good, she could almost feel the sperm surging in her balls.

Nightmare Moon slapped her hoof away. Luna whimpered and tried to reach for her cock again, but a greenish swirl of Nightmare's magic caught up her hoof and held it away. Luna stared up at her in confusion.

“If you want to cum, lick my hoof,” Nightmare said.

Luna gathered her will. “I won't,” she insisted.

“Such a little thing, and yet you refuse to acknowledge my mastery. Well, so be it.”

Luna strained her hooves trying to reach her cock, but the magic wrestled with her, denying her touch. She writhed and bucked her hips, trying to get her cock to her hooves since her hooves could not get to her cock, but to no avail.

Nightmare laughed at her struggles. She watched in satisfaction for a minute and then said, “What a pitiful sight you are. I almost feel sorry.”

Luna whimpered, and then tried to use her magic to do what her hooves could not. She managed to send a flurry of soft etheric tendrils licking at her cock, but Nightmare Moon immediately disrupted Luna's magic with her own. However this freed Luna's hooves to return to the task, and she eagerly stretched to grasp her throbbing shaft.

Instantly Nightmare Moon was on her, grappling her forelegs with her own, pinning Luna to the ground with the weight of her chest while both their magics spattered and surged against one another. Luna's nose was inches from Nightmare Moon's, and she could smell the other's faintly sweet breath. As they struggled, Nightmare's own warm erection prodded Luna's, and a shiver of pleasure made Luna gasp. But Nightmare shifted her stance and denied her any more of that obscene touch.

Nightmare shifted her head, and purred into Luna's ear. “Now, now, settle down, Princess. This will get you nowhere. Is it so difficult to lick my hoof?”

Luna was silent, gritting her teeth in frustration. But she stopped struggling.

Cautiously, Nightmare Moon levered herself off the other mare. “Hmm,” she said. “I'll tell you what. I am not a merciless queen, and I see that you are in a most dire state of need.” She chuckled as Luna's cock gave a kick and spattered a little squirt of fluid into her belly. “Get to your feet, slovenly beast.”

Luna levered herself up and let Nightmare Moon lead her to one corner of the chamber, her cock a heavy thickness between her thighs. Nightmare shouted out “Maxilla, Spiracle, bring it in!”

A pair of ponies in lab coats wheeled a strange apparatus into the chamber from the corridor her sister and Twilight had disappeared down. Luna didn't think their names very pony-like, though she could sense that her mind still felt foggy. Nor did the rough walls of the corridor seem to match the architecture of the Night Court (and the court itself felt wrong somehow. The stars looked wrong, almost painted on a ceiling, for one thing.) The apparatus consisted of a metal cabinet with various lights and switches. Two tubes came from the cabinet, one leading to a gallon-sized glass carboy, and a second was attached to a large tube. The inside of the tube was lined with a series of spongy pads that were hooked into some kind of system that let them ooze a slimy green lubricant.

“What is this?” Luna asked suspiciously.

Nightmare Moon seemed barely able to control her laughter. “Why, it's a simple milking machine for my livestock, my dear.” She glanced at the assistant ponies and said “Hook her up.”

Before Luna quite realized what was happening, the two ponies flanked her and slid the tube over her cock, until its mouth rested snugly at the base of her cock. She gave an involuntary shiver of pleasure at the sensation. “M... milk...?” she murmured in confusion. “That's not...”

“Yes,” Nightmare Moon said in a satisfied tone. “It's obvious you are in need of a good milking. I'll tell you what, you'll be free to leave once you fill three jugs worth.”

Luna stared from Nightmare Moon to the glass carboy. Fill that? Her cock throbbed at the thought of her sperm sloshing in the jar.

Of being “milked.”

Nightmare Moon chuckled. “Consider it your... tribute.”

Luna felt crazed with lust enough to think she might actually be able to fill one jar, but three? Nightmare Moon was mocking her.

And yet, she was at the very least, promising the very release Luna craved.

“Shall I turn it on?” Nightmare asked in a silky tone.

The soft pads pressed into Luna's cock. Her hips gave a slight buck forward, instinctively trying to drive her cock deeper into the tube, but it simply hung from her shaft, providing no relief. Although the motion did spatter the inside of one thigh with a long strand of juice that was dripping from her pussy.

Luna realized how high her tail was standing, and just how wet her cunt had become, the lips soaked with her desire. For an instant, she imagined Nightmare Moon mounting her, the wicked creature's cock slamming deeply into her quivering walls, granting her some measure of release. How good would that dark shaft feel inside her, the pulsing veins stroking along her tender flesh?

No! She had defeated that side of herself; she would not lose to Nightmare Moon here. She shook her head in rejection.

Nightmare Moon misinterpreted the gesture. “You don't want me to turn it on?” she asked, startled.

“Do it! Turn it on,” Luna gasped.

Nightmare Moon snickered. “But you didn't say the magic word.”

“Please!” Luna cried out, then bit her lip at her weakness.

“I was looking for 'Mistress,'” Nightmare Moon said. “But that will do.”

She gave a gesture and one of her assistant ponies flipped a switch on the metal cabinet. A loud mechanical purring started, but Luna scarcely noted the sound as the spongy wet pads in the tube began to slide and spin against the flesh of her cock.

Luna sucked in her breath as pleasure surged through her groin. Her pulse pounded in her throbbing cock as the device stroked and teased her. Her balls tightened between her thighs, and mounting waves of erotic delight surged through her body.

Nightmare Moon traced the tip of her wing down Luna's neck. Luna shivered at the touch, and a low moan escaped her throat.

“Look at yourself, you pathetic worm,” Nightmare Moon purred. “So desperate you resort to some machine sucking at your cock. You're like a mindless brute in heat.”

Luna whimpered, an irresistible tide of ecstasy rising in her despite Nightmare's sneering words. The sperm rumbled in her balls. She quivered on the brink, the sweet promise of release just a hair's breadth away. Just another moment of the device's wonderful massage, and she would reach that glorious eruption and spew her eager juices into the tube until it was painted white as a milk tank with her semen.

But then the delicious sensations halted abruptly, leaving her hanging on an unendurable precipice. The machine made a loud beep. For a moment all was perfectly still, Luna scarcely able to understand what was happening. Then another beep.

“Oh dear,” Nightmare Moon said. “The machine seems to have malfunctioned.”

Luna gave a strangled scream. “Let me cum!”

“Now, now, you poor thing. We'll have it back and running in no time.”

One of the assistant ponies rushed to the machine's cabinet and pulled aside a panel. He fiddled with the equipment within as the device continued to periodically beep. Luna stretched back her head and parted her lips in a silent shriek. She could feel herself falling back from the edge of orgasm, leaving her with only the frustration of the rock-solid need that consumed her.

Nightmare Moon smirked.

After an interminable period of waiting, the machine at last resumed. Luna's flanks twitched as the soft pads in the tube once again massaged her cock. A fresh pulse of the green lubricant spurted along her cock, slickening her up, as if the flaring head of her cock wasn't already soaked from the steady dripping of her pre.

Once more the pleasure rose between her thighs. Unconsciously she cooed and gasped as the pads stroked at her. They did not move in perfect synch, so that from moment to moment the sensations shifted into fresh forms of pleasure, a constant kaleidoscope of erotic delight. Though their touch was soft, far softer than she wanted her cock to be gripped, nevertheless their relentless motion teased her further and further toward a powerful climax.

She panted, losing herself as slow shudders of pleasure swept through her body. Beads of sweat formed on her brow. Nightmare brought a hoof to Luna's forehead and gently wiped at the dampness. “You're so cute when you're in this state,” she said, and licked at the sweat on her hoof.

She walked around Luna, inspecting. She paused behind the alicorn, and then Luna felt Nightmare's hoof softly caress her balls.

Luna felt the semen churn and gather to leap up her shaft. She teetered on a precipice of ecstasy. Then, once again the machine shut down.

Beep... beep... beep...

“Fix it!” Luna howled. “Fix it, fix it, fix it!”

The sperm sloshed in her balls, still percolating, eager for the gates of orgasm to open wide.

“How vexatious,” Nightmare said. “I must complain to the manufacturer.”

“You're doing this on purpose!” Luna accused, shifting her hips in vain.

“How could you think such a thing of me?” Nightmare Moon said with a mocking laugh.

“Take it off,” Luna said. “I'll take care of myself!”

“Oho? How?”

Luna flushed red. Her cock gave a thick twitch.

Nightmare's voice was honeyed with mockery. “'I want to grab my dripping cock with my hooves and stroke it like wild until I shoot my seed all over myself.' Hmm? Is that what you mean to say? Or maybe, 'I want to sprawl before you and display myself as I masturbate like the shameless whorse I am until I squirt my filth straight into my own face.' You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She leaned in close. "But you know that isn't allowed.”

Luna gnashed her teeth in frustration as Nightmare Moon's cruel laugh rang out. She was taking such pleasure in tormenting her. But before Luna could retort, the machine switched back on.

Luna squeaked as the pads resumed their delicate stroking. At this point, a part of her knew better than to think the device would ever carry her over the brink, but nonetheless her body responded. Her thighs quivered and as the machine worked, her hips clenching up periodically to give random thrusts. The device kept up its sucking and caressing, bringing steadily mounting surges of pleasure to her body. Her mind crumbled under the erotic assault, her moans of need escaping her throat uncontrollably. Her cock trembled... and once again the machine stopped.

She howled.

“Are you all right?” Nightmare Moon asked in false concern.

“Pleeeeease,” Luna begged in desperation. She could scarcely think.

Nightmare Moon chuckled. “Just acknowledge me your master, and I will do something to help. Perhaps we have a better machine available.”

Luna craved release with every fiber of her being. Her balls were tight as drums, aching to empty themselves. Her cock's need shrieked through her body. But somehow she stayed silent to Nightmare Moon's demand.

But then Nightmare dangled one hoof in front of Luna. It hung there, swaying in her vision, an elegant glossy black solidity. She fought herself, but her body was shaking with her suppressed desire. Slowly, trembling with strain as she fought herself, she craned her head toward the hoof, parted her lips, and stretched her tongue out to lick Nightmare Moon's hoof.

She could smell it, the faint odor of hoof tickling at her nose, but the hoof dangled just out of reach of her tongue. She whimpered.

Nightmare Moon drew the hoof away. “No,” she said, “no, I'm afraid that offer has expired.”

Luna stared at her in horror and confusion.

Nightmare turned away slowly, shifting her hips before Luna's nose. Luna couldn't help but stare at the sleek curves of her rump. Nightmare twitched her tail slightly to one side, as if by chance revealing the smooth crease of her pussy. The lips glistened wetly. The alluring scent of Nightmare Moon's sex wafted past Luna's nostrils, and her cock gave a mighty shuddering throb—but she was still no closer to release.

To her shame, a sudden burst of saliva filled her mouth.

“I'll lick it,” Luna heard herself say, her voice weak with desire.

Nightmare paused and looked back over her shoulder at her. “Lick what?” she asked innocently.

Luna's gaze was glued to the sable flesh of Nightmare Moon's pussy. She took a step forward and pressed her muzzle to the slick, warm softness. Nightmare gave a start at the touch, but held still as Luna slid her tongue along the slit. The flavor exploded in Luna's mouth, a sensual musk that left her in an erotic haze. She inhaled the scent, filling her lungs with it, and she swirled her tongue into the warm crevice, scooping up Nightmare Moon's juices with abandon.

“What a thirsty little slut you are,” Nightmare said with a contemptuous laugh. But the muscles in her inner thigh quivered alongside Luna's cheek, and her tail hiked up of it's own accord.

The machine restarted, and Luna nearly squealed as the irresistible stroking along her cock resumed. Pleasure mounted swiftly between her thighs, and she prayed this time she would reach her orgasm.

She guzzled at Nightmare Moon's pussy, sucking at it and driving it into sudden convulsive quivers around her tongue. Her muzzle was soaked with her saliva and the nectars of Nightmare Moon. As she stroked and probed, she was rewarded with little surges of liquid as Nightmare responded to her oral ministrations.

Luna could not last for long with her face buried in such a tasty mare quim. Her breath roared between Nightmare Moon's thighs as she panted and gasped. Her cock was a throbbing shaft of lust, kicking within the prison of the machine's tube. Just a little more and she would finally cum. She was racing toward orgasm, praying the machine would not fail again, or at least that she might beat it this time.

But it was not to be. The machine stopped at the last possible moment, leaving her balls churning on the brink, her cock flared with hypersensitive eagerness. Then Nightmare Moon stepped away from her with a sudden movement, denying her more of that luscious pussy.

Luna shrieked in frustration and scrambled after it, but Nightmare's magic gripped her and held her in place.

But Nightmare was panting herself, affected in no small measure by Luna's skillful tongue. She turned to face Luna, and for a moment the two ponies stared at one another. In the silence, Luna heard a patter of drops spilling from Nightmare's vagina to the floor.

Without conscious thought, Luna slipped her tongue between her lips and slurped up the warm juices that dripped from her muzzle.

“On your knees,” Nightmare said, her voice a husky whisper.

She didn't intend to obey. But desire had left her shaking and her mind in a fog. She felt her legs fold and her body dropping to the floor.

“Good girl,” Nightmare Moon breathed.

Resting on the floor, Luna saw Nightmare Moon's already engorged cock jutting stiffly beneath her belly. It throbbed steadily, and a shining dribble of fluid hung from the tip.

She wanted to lick it.

No, Luna thought. I will not give in...

But her body gave a convulsive shudder, breaking her thoughts.

Nightmare straddled her, bringing her cock close to Luna's face. A waft of Nightmare's thick musky scent filled Luna's nostrils, and she shivered at the raw sexual odor.

“I gave you a chance,” Nightmare panted. “I gave you a chance to show respect and give a chaste kiss to my anus. But instead you missed the mark and slobbered around below it like a dog.”

“No...” Luna said.

“But I am generous. I am kind. I'll give you one more chance. If you worship my cock like a good little slut, I'll give you what you're craving.”

A part of Luna tried to resist. But the intoxicating scent of that cock, throbbing just before her nose, filled her lungs and pushed her willpower aside. As if in a trance she felt her lips part and her tongue reach out.

Her tongue flicked across the head of Nightmare's cock, and a thick droplet of Nightmare's oozing pre smeared across her taste buds. The flavor was richly succulent, a promise of intoxicating sexuality.

I won't put that thing in my mouth! Luna swore to herself.

But oh, she wanted to suck on it. She wanted to suck on it so much.

Nightmare shifted closer to her, and now Luna could easily nuzzle at the hard shaft. She rubbed her lips along it and let her tongue slip out to lick at the warm flesh. There was a faintly salty taste, as of the residue of Nightmare's faint perspiration. Luna lapped in long, slow passes that left Nightmare's cock glistening with her saliva. She pressed her muzzle further along the shaft, until the heavy globes of Nightmare's testicles bumped up against her nose.

She rubbed her muzzle along them, inhaling Nightmare's musk. The cool metal of the engraved ring around Nightmare's scrotum pressed against her nose, and though she wondered at the strange choice of adornment, she was far more entranced with the solid heft of Nightmare's cock.

What if she did suck it? Would that be so bad? It would be herself she was indulging, not the vile creature who stood over her.

She nuzzled at Nightmare's balls, licking them and imagining the thick cream they held. They were heavy and shifted against her face as she pressed into them.

Luna's pussy was dribbling a steady trickle of her juices down her thigh. Her cock throbbed demandingly in its prison, calling her to drown herself in erotic indulgence.

She drew back and rubbed her cheek along Nightmare's cock, and felt it give a little twitch. Nightmare's belly quivered above her with a sudden little gasp, and she felt a hot jet of pre splash onto her neck.

Luna's body twitched at the sensation. Her mouth was awash with saliva, and a wolfish hunger for the taste of Nightmare's cock took hold of her. She licked and slobbered over the shaft, caressing it with her lips, but she knew it was not enough for her. Fighting herself, she worked toward the head, and at last her tongue once more slid against it. Nightmare's cock twitched and spattered another squirt of pre into her muzzle.

Luna locked her lips around the head and sucked at the delicious nectar.

She could no longer resist. She had to fill her mouth with this hard shaft, and sate her hunger for its taste. She slid her head forward and eagerly gobbled up Nightmare's dripping cock. It shuddered and throbbed against her tongue. She moaned and slid her tongue around it, sucking it deeper into her mouth until it battered at her throat. Nightmare's sweet liquor oozed from it steadily as she began to thrust her head up and down, loving the slide of its veiny surface along the inside of her mouth, and the thickness of the head scraping along her tongue.

Nightmare gave surprised little squeaks as Luna worked at her cock. “You... you're a skillful little slut,” she tried to say, but her gasps at the sensations Luna brought to her undermined the viciousness of her words. Luna scarcely heard her anyway, consumed utterly with sucking every luscious drop of pre Nightmare spilled from her cock.

But pre alone was not going to satisfy Luna's thirst. With an animalistic hunger she slurped and gulped at the cock, her mind now focused solely on her need to taste the sweet cream waiting in Nightmare Moon's balls. Her loathing for the alicorn was cast aside in the ferocity of her own lust. She could think of nothing beyond the luscious shaft filling her mouth. Each pulse and quiver against her tongue made her heart pound in anticipation, and each little burst of flavor as the cock dripped more of its lubricious oozings made her own cunt and cock shiver in excitement.

Nightmare trembled above her. Her haunches gave little spasms and shoved her cock into Luna's mouth irregularly. It was clear she was trying to control herself, but her self-mastery was betrayed by her own pleasure. The snide insults she'd lavished on Luna had trailed off into involuntary moans and heavings of her chest as she tried to catch her breath under the intensity of Luna's service.

The wet sucking sounds filled the chamber. Luna's muzzle glistened with her saliva, and a dark trail of it rolled from the corner of her lips down along her jaw and all the way to her neck. Nightmare's cock had become hard as iron in her mouth, and she could feel the head swelling into a flare, the bulge of it scraping along the base of her tongue as she gulped down Nightmare's thickness. Soon she would be rewarded, soon her desperate thirst quenched. Eagerly—no, beyond eagerly. Desperately she shoved her head up and down the shaft, pressing up until her lips touched the base of Nightmare's cock, and the thick head slid down her throat. She pulled back and pumped at the shaft, grunting hungrily with each stroke.

“Is your throat dry, little whorse,” Nightmare gasped out, but the words were slurred, and midway through her whole body shuddered in a burst of ecstasy as Luna's tongue wrestled with the flared head of her cock. It was twitching in Luna's mouth, groups of massive irregular throbs in quick succession, practically kicking within her cheeks as Nightmare teetered on the brink of orgasm.

Luna yearned for it, knowing Nightmare could scarcely last an instant longer.

Nor did she. Nightmare's sudden indrawn breath was a shriek of ecstasy. Her cock jerked in Luna's mouth, and then Luna felt a pulse where her lips were tightly sealed round the shaft as Nightmare's sperm surged upward to release.

It erupted with a powerful blast that rocketed into Luna's mouth. The hot cream shot into the back of her throat, and Luna convulsively swallowed, her mouth squeezing around Nightmare's cock and making the alicorn cry out and instantly fill Luna's mouth with another thick spray of cum.

The taste exploded across Luna's tongue, a powerful musk of sex, cloyingly thick. It was intimately raw flavor, foul yet sweet, choking and overwhelming yet succulent. Her head reeled at the taste... and then her whole body convulsed with an unbelievable rush of pleasure, like a hot wave crashing over her.

Luna came. Her long-delayed peak struck now in a crazed tsunami of ecstasy. Her balls squeezed, and her cock shot off an enormous, seemingly endless rope of sperm. It painted the interior of the tube creamy white, and spurted down the long hose to the collection jar. At the same time, her neglected pussy clenched hard and sprayed a great sheet of marecum across the floor behind her.

Electric bursts of release swept through her. Her mind reeled in the storm of delight as her body twitched and spewed her juices in glorious eruptions of pleasure. Her sperm fountained from her cock as the tube sucked and massaged at her, and her hind legs spasmed and weakly pawed along the floor.

Another hot rush of semen filled her mouth, spilling from her lips in messy dribbles even as she tried to swallow the rich nectar down. It slid down her throat thickly, leaving an intoxicating coat of slime. Her body pulsed hotly again, and she gasped around the cock in her mouth.

Her mind locked up under the intensity of the sensations, like a jammed gear. She reeled, incapable of thought, drunk with the storm of ecstasy thundering through her. Nightmare's cock slipped wetly from her lips, trailing strands of saliva and cum. It throbbed and squirted a dense gout of cream across Luna's face.

The warm spatter jolted her awareness just enough for her to be horrified at the waste of sperm, and she brought her lips back up to the shaft just in time for the next surge to spill messily across her muzzle and onto her tongue. Warm trickles dripped off her eyelashes and down her cheek while she suckled at Nightmare's cock, relishing the dizzying taste that filled her mouth, her mind, her whole existence.

At the same time, her own cock continued spewing her seed in powerful, shuddering jolts of pleasure. Dimly she heard the sound of the fluid spattering into the collection jar. Her pussy clutched and quivered and squirted in a wet counterpoint of delight, drenching her rump.

Luna eagerly slurped and swallowed each pulse from Nightmare's cock, body twitching and spurting in sympathy with each splash that spilled onto her tongue. She could not understand the mindless intensity with which she craved it. Some part of her knew she ought to be gagging by now on the cloying foulness squirting down her throat, but instead her body shivered with pleasure every time Nightmare's spunk crossed her tongue.

The cock gave a few more throbs, the last drops of Nightmare's orgasm dribbling off, and Luna pressed her tongue along the head to scoop up the remaining drops. Nightmare stepped back, pulling her shaft free of Luna's lips, and instinctively Luna followed, stretching her neck to reach the cock.

But Nightmare stepped back until she stood before Luna, looking down upon where she lay. For a moment she simply stood there, her flanks heaving as she caught her breath. Then she gave a sneering smile. “Did you satisfy yourself, squirting like an unhousebroken animal?”

Luna felt a jolt pass through her at the words. She had cum—oh how she had cum—yet for all those explosive bursts of pleasure, she was still unsatisfied. Her cock remained a tense shaft in it's milking sleeve, and her pussy was aflame with desire, begging for the attention it had been denied.

She felt like she was going insane. By all rights she should be in a hazy post-orgasmic bliss, but her release had only driven her into a deeper feeling of lust. She wanted to fuck. She wanted the feel of another mare beneath her, the wet sounds of a pussy devouring her cock. The milking sleeve had become an intolerable substitute; she wanted to be free of it.

And she wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be rutted. It was like a fever coming over her. She needed the feel of some mindless brute of a stallion roughly shoving his shaft inside her, the caress of its flaring head stroking deep within, and the hot rush of sperm pumping into her.

In a daze, Luna staggered to her hooves, her juices dripping down her hind legs. Her tail was hiked up and to the side, lewdly displaying herself to any pony who might pass...

Lewdly displaying herself to Nightmare Moon.