The deep dungeons were dank and dreary. Even had Nightmare Moon not wished them so, it was simply the nature of structures carved within living stone. But now, contemplating the endless night that lay before her and her plans for at least the next brief span thereof, Nightmare Moon decided that "dank and dreary" simply would not do. She toyed for a moment with the idea of taking the changeling up to her own chambers, but swiftly discarded it. Eventually, instead, she reached out with her magic and brought what she desired to her.

She still stood within Chrysalis' cell. It consisted of three rough stone walls and one wall of bars. The true cell, however, was not the stone nor the bars, but the enchantments on them. They bound and contained the changeling's magic, keeping it within the cell itself. Fortunately they did not bind the mare who had set them, so the Nightmare had no difficulty reaching into a guest bedroom in the palace above. Also fortunately the cell was relatively large, but the queen-sized bed that suddenly appeared tucked against one corner still filled more than half the space.

Chrysalis had been pushed aside by its arrival and now lay sprawled in an untidy heap next to it. Nightmare snickered at her undignified pose. Chrysalis actually hissed in annoyance and picked herself up.

The hissing only made Nightmare Moon more amused. Just for fun, she summoned a luxuriously thick rug that appeared beneath the changeling's hooves, unbalancing her enough to make her stumble. She shot the Nightmare a glare, but the Nightmare just grinned. She was, somewhat to her surprise, thoroughly enjoying herself. She hadn't had this much fun in... She cut off that thought, for it lead somewhere she did not want to go, and instead redirected herself to Chrysalis.

"I have shown you the simplest of the sapphic arts, But now I think that I should sate my own desire in a more... traditional manner."

Chrysalis frowned faintly, obviously puzzled. "Traditional?" she said dubiously, arching one eyebrow. "A traditional mating requires some equipment I am fairly certain you lack, Queen Nightmare." She stressed "queen", a title she had quite scrupulously avoided using until now, ever so slightly. "Unless you mean you would have me become a stallion for you?"

Nightmare snorted. "No, I think not." Her disapproving expression dissolved into a broad, sharp-toothed grin. "I can provide that part quite easily enough. You see, I too am a shape-changer." The rest of her suddenly dissolved as well, fading to a purple mist much like her mane and tail. She immediately reformed and at first glance looked no different, but she posed herself, still grinning, so that Chrysalis could catch a glimpse of what now rested between her legs.

"Oh."

Nightmare's grin turned into a smirk. "Indeed." She stalked forward, attempting to loom over Chrysalis. Since they were roughly the same height that was more easily said than done. Still, she felt confident, and more than ready to sate herself, given how much she'd worked herself up earlier.

"Do you want me, insect? Do you desire the Queen of Night?"

Chrysalis looked at her, her ears flicking back and forth uncertainly. Her tail was flicking too, though, and arching high as it did so. Nightmare Moon knew what that meant in a pony. If it meant the same in a changeling, then the creature's desire was plain to see. Nightmare chuckled softly and pressed closer, her chest against the changeling's. She nuzzled down the changeling's neck, then along her shoulder to her wing, where she nipped lightly. The changeling gave a little shiver and fluttered her wings.

"You want me. I know you do."

"What if I do? I've been here alone for ages, I would want anything that came along."

Nightmare Moon laughed. "You cannot deny that I am beautiful. You cannot deny that I am powerful. Power is what you want, is it not, creature?"

Chrysalis stepped back, her ears flat. "I have power. I am a queen."

"As am I. But my kingdom is all around me. Where is yours, your majesty?"

Chrysalis snarled at her wordlessly, but had no reply.

Nightmare Moon smirked. "You do want me. I know it. Well, I will give you your desire." She moved forward, pressing her body along the side of Chrysalis', nuzzling at her wings and then at her flanks. She nipped the base of the changeling's tail, and Chrysalis flicked it, arching it up again. Nightmare Moon tugged at it as she circled around, standing behind the changeling. Chrysalis shivered, then moved forward as the Nightmare crowded her, stepping towards the bed. A moment later Nightmare Moon had pushed her until she was at the bed itself. She hesitated for a moment, while Nightmare Moon pressed against her insistently, but finally she gave in and she put her forelegs up on the bed, positioning herself.

Nightmare Moon paused for a moment to take in the sight. Chrysalis, queen of the changelings, her forelegs folded beneath her on the bed, her hind hooves still on the ground, her wings fluttering, and her tail lifted up in desire. She was looking back over her shoulder, her ears flat, her expression uncertain, but her body told the true tale of her need.

The Nightmare stepped forward, nipping at the changeling's flanks. They were bare of cutie marks, which seemed unnatural, but they were shapely, curving out from the creature's narrow waist. Nightmare Moon licked her lips in anticipation. This was going to be quite enjoyable. She reared, and set her hooves on Chrysalis' back. Her cock, a long, thick, black shaft with a flat head that was already leaking pre-cum, stood at the alert, poised just behind the changeling's tail.

Chrysalis arched her tail up again and Nightmare moved forward, her cock pushing beneath it. Chrysalis gave a little shiver, her translucent wings flaring wide, and shifted to put her hind hooves a bit further apart. Nightmare laughed—a low, dark sound—and moved forward, the head of her cock pressing against the changeling's entrance. The cock was dampened already, but the changeling was even more so, her folds practically dripping with desire. Even though the Nightmare's cock was large, it pushed into that wet, welcoming warmth easily. Nightmare Moon groaned softly. That felt incredibly good. The changeling was as warm as any mare she'd ever known, and as wet too. She pushed in deep with one smooth motion, until she was hilted fully, every inch of her within the willing tunnel of the changeling queen.

The changeling moaned, her wings stretched wide, and pushed back onto Nightmare's cock, grinding her hips back to the other female's. Nightmare made a soft sound of pleasure. Chrysalis felt wonderful around her cock. She pulled back slowly, then thrust in again. Chrysalis let out a cry, her wings twitching. Nightmare Moon wrapped her forelegs around the changeling's barrel, holding her tightly, and started to take her in earnest.

The Nightmare nipped at Chrysalis' withers as she bucked her hips, driving deep into the changeling, her fangs scraping against her chitin. Chrysalis moaned repeatedly, her eyes half-closed, her expression dazed as the Nightmare's cock pounded into her. Nightmare Moon did not hold back at all, she thrust with such vigor that Chrysalis was pushed against the bed with each stroke. Her hooves grasped the changeling's hips, pulling her onto the Nightmare's cock, and Chrysalis gasped and cried out as it pushed so deeply that the pleasure bordered on pain.

Her thrusts became more urgent, more wild, shorter now but sharp and even harder than before. Chrysalis could hardly breathe as the Nightmare took her with primal passion. Then, at last, she gave one more convulsive thrust and came, hot seed spurting deeply into the changeling. She thrust again, a few short, jerky strokes, then once more, pressing deep as the last of her cum pumped into Chrysalis, and then was still.

For a long time there was silence, save for the sound of panting. Which of them was the more out of breath was impossible to say. Eventually Nightmare Moon climbed off of Chrysalis.

"I trust that are you satisfied, creature?" said Nightmare.

Chrysalis rolled over, pulling her hind hooves up onto the bed, and looked up at Nightmare Moon with a lazy sort of smile. "I'll admit, it was not half bad. Though perhaps next time I shall be the stallion, I have a few tricks I could show you."

Nightmare Moon laughed. "You are still rather insolent. I should have you punished, but I'm feeling indulgent just now. Why, I'll even let you keep the bed, at least for a while."

"My, how generous." Chyrsalis' reply dripped with sarcasm.

"I could simply have you killed. Lovers are not hard to find."

"Lovers like me are," said the changeling with a self-satisfied smirk.

Nightmare Moon only chuckled, and then transformed into smoke to flow once again through the bars of the cell, re-forming outside. "Perhaps. Certainly you lie well beneath me, changeling. If you continue to please me, I may well continue to let you live."

Chrysalis tossed her head imperiously, giving the Nightmare a haughty stare. "Perhaps you can offer me death, my lover, but can you truly offer me life? You are still a hungry, hollow shell, however powerful, however potent, however passionate. You have no love to give me."

Nightmare glared at her. "Do not mock me, insect. Or are you eager to die? Cling to the brief span you have left before you starve, and have a care lest I take what little time you have left."

With that she turned and stalked away, once more seething with anger. She had shown such generosity, and such passion towards the creature, and it mocked her in return! Well, perhaps the next night she would truly show it the meaning of power. No more games, no more attention to the insect's pleasure, she would simply take what she wanted, should the creature attempt to seduce her again!

Author's Note

Man, writing this two was WAY too much fun. There's one more chapter after this, which will go up tomorrow.