Nightmare Night in Canterlot was an experience of its own in the capital city. Much like the neighboring towns and cities, many a business would take to spooky decorations of cobwebs and paint and plastic fixings to create a spooky exterior to their location. Local homes and apartments would do the same, and any and all businesses that catered to clothing, alterations, or costumes found themselves in the heyday of their careers. Of course, a few buildings needed little labor to suit the spirit of Nightmare Night.

Although she had done much work to clean inside the house, the exterior of Moondancer’s home still gave off a bit of a spooky aura. The windows were clean, sure, and the paint had been redone, but it was still a place that some considered to be a little worse for wear. To the unicorn, the house was her home and place of solitude, though it was a fair argument that Princess Twilight’s library wing she’d left to her could work for that too. However, there were more than a few rules against doing things such as painting specifically measured lines of black paint along the floor, in a careful array that any magic practitioner would tell you was a summoning circle.

“And right about...there.” Moondancer murmured as she stood up. She shuffled her bare feet on the wood floor, wondering again if she should turn on the fireplace to bring some more warmth into the house. It would’ve been a nice comfort, but any sort of adjustment to the environment could affect the outcome of her intended ritual attempt. The science behind it called for very controlled conditions to ensure that no mistakes were made in the magical process. She’d have preferred to use chalk, but chalk on wood doesn’t hold very well as a tool to properly illustrate the circle diagrams for her ritual.

Looking down at her appearance, the unicorn reasoned that she could have dressed a little warmer. The short brown skirt that fell to her lower thighs offered little in terms of cover for her lower half, having no stockings or socks on either. Her black sweater was a comfort as always, though a bit tight on her figure as it had shrunk in the wash. Tugging at her bosom, she eased the fabric’s tight hold against her breasts only a little, but sighed before refocusing on what was in front of her.

“Fortunately for me, this is a word based ritual and not a sacrificial one. Otherwise, I’d be explaining to the gryphons what a pony wants with a pound of fresh meat.” She told herself. A glance out the window let her watch as a few already costumed children wandered down the street, buckets in hand as they looked to be searching for houses to begin their candy hunt. Being a safe neighborhood, the children weren’t in need of guardianship much on this evening, although some guards had been posted sporadically throughout the city just in case of any mischievous intent.

Intent much like Moondancer’s, in fact.

Now, a unicorn like Moondancer had very little to be irritated about. Twilight giving her the library wing had also come with an official job title, being one of several Royal Library keepers in Canterlot. That came with a paycheck, benefits, and an assurance of vacation days as well as all the literature she’d ever need to search for at her fingertips. Her friendships with Twinkleshine, Minuette, and Lemon Hearts had also kept steady, the four often making a habit of getting together once a week to get away from their work.

The thought of those three mares, however, also brought a small spike of irritation on this evening. Nothing hostile, of course, but enough to push Moondancer to act. It all began with a simple, easy question…

Flashback One Day Ago

“So girls, what’s our plans for Nightmare Night looking like?” Lemon Hearts’ question made Moondancer peek up from the research text she’d brought with her to the little luncheon Minuette had organized. Minuette clapped her hands from the red-head’s right.

“Well, I was thinking to try and go to Hoofshine’s party tonight, over on Wing Street. He reserved the top floor of the apartment for the party, so we can watch other ponies going on their way with Nightmare Night. We might even get a chance to see Luna when she comes out to join in the festivities!” Minuette said. “It’s gonna be so fun!”

“Is it a costume themed party? I’ve been working on a homemade witch costume, myself.” Twinkleshine asked. “I was thinking to show it off a little.”

“Show it off, huh? Is that cuz you know Hoofshine’s brother Glider’s gonna be there?” Lemon Hearts asked, evoking a shy grin from the Twinkleshine as she looked aside.

“Well, if he shows up, I might try to make a little magic happen. I’m a witch after all!” She replied. All three giggled and Moondancer smiled at their glee. It’d been awhile since she’d tried to dress up for Nightmare Night herself.

“Maybe we should all dress up? For fun?” Lemon Hearts suggested. “Twinkleshine’s got the witch costume. Minuette, you could be a nurse this year instead of that timberwolf outfit you had before. I’ve had my eye on a banshee outfit, it's even got this cute makeup set to go with it. Moondancer, you could go...hmm.” Lemon Hearts’ pause made Moondancer look to the yellow-coated mare. “I’m not sure what to dress you up as, Moony.”

“Well, she’s got the bookworm look down. Maybe a sexy Librarian outfit?” Minuette offered, making Moondancer pout.

“I can dress up! I just...rarely do it. I like my clothes. They’re comfortable.” She replied, looking down at her usual sweater and pair of jeans, her typical casual outfit suiting the cool weather of Fall. “Besides, I’m not just known as the ‘bookworm’.”

“Uh...not so sure on that one, Moony. You kinda are the bookworm of our little circle. Not that that’s a bad thing!” Lemon Hearts said, holding her hands up at the redhead’s pout. “Just, you know, its not exactly...sexy.”

“Who needs to be sexy to have fun on Nightmare Night?” Moondancer questioned, only to stare as her three friends each looked away in a different direction. “...you’re not serious.”

“Well, it's just...you can’t get the same thrill like when you were a kid when you’re an adult, you know?” Twinkleshine replied. “Besides, it’ll be fun! We could, uh...oh, come on there’s something that would work for you!”

Moondancer shook her head. “I appreciate it girls, but I’m not really looking to try and get down with a stallion on that night. Besides, it’s not like I need a holiday to try and find somepony. If I really really wanted to, I could totally find somepony!”

The momentary pause of quiet by the other three made Moondancer look between the other unicorns before each of them snickered, then laughed as the redhead scowled.

“Maybe if they’re into librarians!”

“Well, this Librarian has a few tricks up her sleeves.” Moondancer murmured as she held up her book and flipped through its dusty pages to the details of summoning. The other three girls might’ve meant no harm, but it did sting on a personal note for the redhead that she was the least experienced with the other sex in comparison with them. She knew each of them had at least had one coltfriend in their spare time at one point or another, while she had still had none. Not that she wasn’t available! She was just always busy! Work is important!

Sighing to herself, the unicorn refocused her attention on her task at hand. After that luncheon, Moondancer had decided that she’d definitely go along with the traditions of Nightmare Night; only this was a much more devious approach. Few recalled that in some of the early traditions of Nightmare Night, it was expected for a pony to prank others in the spirit of good-hearted mischief. Since Moondancer wasn’t going out for any parties or dressing up, the mare decided this was the perfect way to join in the spirit of the holiday and get a touch of payback. Now, she wasn’t one to do anything devious or ill-spirited, especially not to her friends.

But a few imps dedicated to mischief would certainly spark things up, now wouldn’t it?

The unicorn took a long, slow breath in before letting it out, centering herself before beginning to channel her magic. The spellwork required her full focus, in order to not only form a bridge between her plane and the realm beyond, but to latch onto a willing demon to bind to her. Such acts were difficult in execution, though simple on paper, but the unicorn felt confident enough in her ability to make it work. It wasn’t like she was beckoning for some high-ranking demon of the fifth circle; just some lowly imps to enact some mischief on her friends. Hardly a crime worth jail-time, in comparison with the things her fellow arcane scholar and royal princess Twilight Sparkle got up to.

She might even ask for notes, if she was successful enough.

“Et vocavi te ac tenebras…” Moondancer began to chant, holding her hand up, palm out towards the circle she’d drawn on the floor. As she recited the ancient call she’d memorized, her thoughts drifted again to her friends. At this late hour, the three were likely at Hoof Shine’s party, no doubt mixing things up with everypony else. She wondered for a moment if Twinkleshine would have any luck in getting the attentions of Glider like she hoped to. It made Moondancer wonder, if only for a moment, if she’d have had any such luck had she gone with them instead of lurking here, on her own.

A warm pulse echoing through her body snapped Moondancer out of her thoughts, and she watched as the circle began to expand beyond its original design. Momentary panic set in before she steeled herself; the ritual must be compensating for what she was summoning, she reasoned. Fitting three imps in one small circle wouldn’t make sense, so of course it got larger. Another pulse coursed through her, and Moondancer gave a small gasp as something tugged back from the other side, pulling on her magic.

Gritting her teeth, the unicorn gave a final push with her own magic, asserting herself through her magical force and completing the ritual’s requirements. A light shone from the middle of the expanded circle, and Moondancer dropped the book as she shielded her eyes. The light was blinding, forcing her to squint as genuine heat washed over her form from her feet to her head. It was almost comforting on that chilly night, yet she held firm until the light began to fade. Her vision swam as she opened her eyes, making her blink to try and clear it. Ashen smoke emanated from the circle, obscuring whatever had been pulled through into her home. Her horn glowing, she dispersed the smoke with a simple gust to reveal what was standing within the confines of the circle.

“Who calls upon me from the darkness of the Abyss?”

Moondancer gulped. The rumbling voice was low in tone, and seemed to reverberate through her frame. As her vision cleared, she could see who it belonged to, but the sight brought little reassurance. The figure before her was taller than her by two feet at least, glowering down at her with eyes that seemed to blaze with hot embers. Two blackened horns curled back to point behind him from his forehead, reaching through dark brown bangs belonging to a rich mane that fell to his shoulders. His face, despite the demonic touches of his eyes and horns, was handsome with smooth cheekbones and soft-looking lips.

The unicorn’s eyes trailed down past the face of her new guest to his red-colored torso. His shoulders were squared, looking firm and defined as were his folded arms across his chest. He was clearly strong, evidenced by the muscles lining his arms and abdomen, as if chiseled from marble stone. There didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat anywhere at all. Her eyes trailed further south, but her eyes widened when she grasped the crucial realization that this demon before her was entirely nude. His...equipment, was akin to those she knew from textbook diagrams, but how was he so...large? Just the brief look at the swollen balls hanging beneath his sheath rattled Moondancer’s imagination. Beyond it, his legs tapered off into feral, dark-haired cloven hooves, dark against the brown wooden floor.

“Are you the one who called me?” The being beckoned to her, bringing Moondancer’s thoughts back to the present moment. She tore her eyes off of his groin and focused on his face, unable yet to read his features to determine his emotions.

“I-I am. My name is Moondancer. I...you are not what I was expecting to come through.” She replied. “I was...trying to summon a few imps.”

“And yet, here I stand.” The demon lowered his arms, and cast his fiery gaze towards the somewhat faded circle beneath him. Moondancer knew he could not leave its confines without her permission, a safeguard any summoning ritual has for sake of safety. “It would appear your magic decided I was a more fitting summons, my fair lady. May I enquire your name?”

“Moondancer.” She answered, nodding at him. “And...yours?”

“In your tongue, you would call me Ebonshade. At your service.” He gave a small bow of respect to the mare, which with his height made him seem to just lean forward from her vantage. “I am curious. It has been many moons since a mortal attempted to breach the veil and summon one of our kin to your realm. What do you seek of us?”

“I-I...well, it’s Nightmare Night here. But I was...well, I was trying to summon imps to do my bidding, for a prank tonight.” Moondancer replied. She had no reason to decieve the entity before her: if anything, it might be a demonic trait to detect a lie when they’re told one. “But...what are you?”

“I am a much more capable demon than my smaller kin, my summoner. I...am an Incubus.” Ebonshade’s grin made Moondancer shiver a little at this reveal. An imp was one thing to summon, but a full-fledged Incubus? Has she done the steps out of order for the summoning? Was it the wrong time?

“How did I do that? The ritual was meant for only imps, basic demons. I didn’t mean to summon you,” she questioned before adding after a moment, “n-not that its bad! You’re not bad either!”

“You did indeed perform the ritual correctly, lady Moondancer. Alas, it is not your actions, but your own magic that decides what comes forth from the darker realms. Your magic did not call towards the mischief of the imps as you intended to. Rather, your magic called instead for the company of a more intellectual, cunning demon. One who would...satisfy your innate wishes.” Ebonshade’s explanation made Moondancer chance a glance to his middle again, cheeks burning when she tore her eyes back up to his face. “Oh, its quite alright. Flattering, even.”

“I-I didn’t mean to summon a...s-sex demon!” She insisted. “I just...wanted to pull a joke on my friends!” She folded her arms over her chest and turned aside.

“I can still fulfill that charge if you wish, lady Moondancer.” Ebonshade’s offer made the unicorn pause, and she looked back, making sure her eyes stayed on the Incubus’ ethereal glowing own.

“...can you elaborate?”

“I understand your intentions for this evening were merely to call upon my smaller kin for your purposes, but to imps, anything is on the table for mischief’s call. They could easily just trip them on their way out of their homes and call it even. Hardly fair, if you ask me.” Ebonshade explained. “However, I am a much more calculating demon. I can ensure that your friends are properly spooked, or pranked, to fulfill your desire. At least, that specific desire.”

Moondancer turned back to face him properly, adjusting the glasses on her face. “...Suppose I accepted that offer. I would have conditions with it.”

“Please, by all means.” Ebonshade invited. He snapped a finger, and a chair materialized from black smoke for him to settle in. It seemed deliberate that he kept his legs spread before her, and the unicorn chastised herself for continuing to be distracted by the demon’s...equipment.

“They can’t be hurt. I don’t want them physically harmed.” She listed off.

“Of course not.”

“And whatever happens happens only for a short while. Like a day at the most.”

“Completely reasonable.”

“...I don’t want them publically humiliated either. I’m not cruel like that. And I don’t want it traced back to me. As far as they know, it’s just...unfortunate luck.”

“The best kind of luck to a demon.” Ebonshade remarked, grinning once more. “But no less agreeable.”

Moondancer nodded to herself, feeling more confident about the situation. If there was one learned lesson about any sort of questionable arrangement, it was making sure one was specific. Leave no vague openings or else it might come back to bite you. “This sounds...pretty good so far.”

“Ah, but there is one thing, Moondancer, you have forgotten.” Ebonshade replied. “I cannot perform such actions on three separate beings for free. I am a demon, after all. We nary act for free; rather, you must offer something to me in exchange.” His grin made her shiver again as his eyes were trained on her. “Something of yourself.”

“You’re not having any bits of my soul, if that’s what you’re after.” She said. “That’s off the table.”

Ebonshade laughed, a deep laugh that filled the empty house. “Your soul? Oh, my dear, no. Nothing so precious as that, far from it. We Incubi are much easier to deal with than that. No, what I want, precious flower, is you.” Moondancer blushed as he pointed a long finger at her.

“M-me? What?”

“An Incubus like myself is a being tied to the carnal delights, my dear Moondancer. You know this as well as I do. I would serve every whim, every call at your beckon, but only for the price of you basking in glorious debauchery with me on this hallowed night. You, being my summoner, are the only woman able to fulfill that charge.” He explained. Moondancer opened her lips to protest, but he persisted. “And before you try to deny it, or say some such rubbish of ‘I’m not pretty enough’ or ‘I’m not experienced’, please; save it. Your magic chose me, Moondancer. Even if you cannot fathom it or convert it to words, at your core being, your magic knows I can fulfill every want you might desire, every curiosity you seek to try. All is at your reach; you need only welcome me.”

Moondancer’s cheeks were burning at this, and she stayed quiet. She could admit, even with the demonic touches about himself, Ebonshade was...very physically appealing to the bookish mare. Her mind harkened back to the stash of romance novels she kept under the bed, for nights when things got a little too hot under the covers for her. But nopony had ever sought to try and really fulfill such things with her, seeing only the nerdy bookworm, hiding in her house. She’d worked to undo that reputation, but it still clung to her.

“...do you even find me attractive?” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

“I admit, there is a charm in yourself I find enticing. I have tended to many an arcane wielder before you, yet each was always different and lacking in one way or another. But you have a beauty I would be very happy to explore and demonstrate for you. You need not be a model, or a princess, to be attractive, my fair Moondancer. And again; your magic sought me out. Even if I were not to your entire liking, I guarantee I would do my best to fulfill your wants to the utmost extent.”

‘He certainly packs enough to do that.’ Moondancer’s thought crossed her mind before she could stifle it, and her fingers balled into a fist as she weighed the options. “...swear that you won’t hurt me? As a condition?”

“You have the Oath of the Abyss, my dear Moondancer.” Ebonshade assured, holding his right hand up. “And we Incubi are all about our oaths. So...do we have an accord?”

The offer hung in the air, tugging it seemed at Moondancer’s very much divided mind. One part of her said to dismiss this as a failed attempt, and to just bury the evening in reading and sleep. But the other half beckoned with curiosity, of both scientific and carnal inquiry. And he’d given his very Oath, bound to it as per the ritual demanded. She could finally try to live out some of the fantasies that dwelled in her mind’s eye, the images of her sweaty, pleasure-racked body beneath a powerful male’s own as he claimed her. It was enough of a want that she spoke, if only in a whisper.

“...I-I accept.” She murmured, looking up at Ebonshade’s glowing eyes. “I offer myself, to you, Ebonshade.”

The circle beneath the demon gave a shining glow before fading away, any trace of the painted circle gone as Ebonshade was freed from his containment. He took a step forward, testing the floor before him with a cloven hoof but found no hidden trick awaiting him. He smiled, and rose to his full height before approaching Moondancer. Confidence radiated from him as the redhead watched him approach, the difference in their heights making her raise her head up to keep holding his gaze. When he raised a hand up and extended it towards her, instinct made the unicorn squint her eyes shut, unsure of what to expect.

What caught her by surprise instead was not a sudden rough grope or forceful push, but instead a gentle grasp of fingers to her cheek. His fingers were warm, and their soft petting motion made her open her eyes again to peer up at him. Even with his demonic features, she could read the understanding look on his face, and he leaned down to be on eye level with the blushing mare. He didn’t speak, but held her gaze as his thumb crossed her lips. The soft and warm touch of the digit against her made her lips part, and it was only then that the incubus kissed her.

Moondancer froze at first, confronted with the storm of new sensations coming from the kiss. She had read many times and in many ways how a kiss can feel, but none of them seemed to hold up in comparison with Ebonshade’s. There was a heat that seemed to fill her from the kiss, spreading from her lips to her chest and all throughout her being. She pressed a hand against his bare chest, and tried her best to return his kiss despite her inexperience. The feeling of the muscle beneath her fingertips only heightened the experience, and she gasped when she pulled back for air.

Ebonshade gave her little respite, kissing her once more and deepening it as he tilted his head. His hand at her cheek left it to raise up and undo the band holding some of her long mane back, allowing its full length to reach her lower back. It then stroked through the long locks of red and purple hair, while his other hand wandered along her midriff, stroking over to her side where he grasped her and pulled her in closer. His actions kept her feeling safe in his grasp, leading her while allowing the mare to savor the unique taste of his lips on hers. She made a timid effort to try and slide her tongue out, as she’d often read happening, but found she was challenged by his own invading muscle.

Ebonshade’s tongue, one of experience from years uncounted, swirled in her maw with an elegant, tender motion, capturing her tongue in its grasp as he licked and tasted of her. The wet motions made Moondancer’s face flush while trembles shook her form, as the unicorn felt her arousal spike from the surprisingly intimate kiss he was giving her. She could already feel her marehood growing aroused, no doubt starting to dampen the pink panties she had on beneath her skirt. When Ebonshade’s fingers left her side to grasp her hip, fingers squeezing into the soft flesh beneath her clothes, she closed her eyes as a whimper escaped her throat.

It seemed to prompt the demon to move her, Moondancer realizing she was soon settled against a spare chair she had near the bookshelf. He kept on kissing her throughout, only breaking off when she needed to breathe in a gulp of air before indulging in his taste again. Too lost in the kiss to notice, Moondancer only realized things were progressing once she felt her skirt slid off of her hips. Opening her eyes, she watched as Ebonshade grinned down at her, his bulkier form shadowing her. She tore her eyes away from his glowing embers, watching as his hand came down and cupped her panty-covered marehood. The heat of his hand so close to her nethers made her gasp, words failing her as his index finger rubbed against her front, teasing at the waiting flesh behind it.

“Shall we continue, my little flower?” His voice rumbled in his throat, low and deep in her ears.

“Y-yes. Please.” She beckoned, her invitation making him chuckle before her panties were yanked down, exposing her flushed lips to him as he slid the flimsy cloth down her legs and away from them both. Unobscured, he had a full view of her marehood, the swollen labia shining with her arousal as she stayed spread before him. Such exposure would have embarrassed the bookish mare, but in the moment, it only heightened her excitement as he used two fingers to spread her lips wider apart, his middle finger penetrating into her depths and evoking a moan from Moondancer.

The combination of the heat coming from his demonic form, as well as how long his finger seemed to reach, so much further than her own could, left Moondancer’s mind reeling as he worked her over. Shaking before him, her moans left her lips freely as he pumped his finger in and out, teasing at her sensitive folds with a steady rhythm that had her hips moving to try and match his motions. Her response invited a second finger to join the first, leaving the unicorn mewling and gasping. It was overwhelming, how he was toying with her with such ease, but the mare rode every wave of pleasure he offered.

Moondancer thought to try and speak, or to do anything as Ebonshade continued to finger her, but he was in complete control. His other hand, unoccupied, found work in kneading her right thigh at intervals of his quick handiwork. The effort added a layer of comfort to the pleasurable act she was experiencing, causing Moondancer to bring her hands to her flushed face as she rode out Ebonshade’s efforts. His two fingers curled and stroked the roof of her pussy, barely brushing past sensitive points that made her toes curl and her breath catch in her throat. But he continued onwards, intensity rising as his fingers reached deeper, soon joined by a third that left her moaning aloud, her voice filling the otherwise empty house.

A sudden surging feeling from within her caught the mare by surprise, and she tried to vocalize it, but the words left her as Ebonshade’s fingers only sped up. Riding the buildup out, Moondancer’s eyes rolled back as a climax suddenly burst out of her, flooding her marehood and squirting droplets of her marecum on the demon’s palm. It did nothing to slow him down, only continuing to pump as he let her ride it out while moaning throughout. Only when her voice stopped and she gasped for air did he stop and remove his fingers, standing up before her.

“Such a pent up summoner. You should’ve called me sooner, my dear.” Ebonshade teased. “I had planned to let you ride for longer, but you seem plenty ready. Perhaps your first offering can be given now?”

Moondancer blinked to try and clear the fog in her mind, half hearing Ebonshade’s words through her orgasmic pleasure. But once her wits returned, she was left to gape as she beheld his immense length now unsheathed. If she thought his balls were large, the stiff cock dangling before her made them seem almost normal. His thickness made her depths twitch with want, imagining being spread by something with a width equal to a water bottle. A quick measure by her eyes on how long he was told her as well he would fill her and even then may still have cock left over. It was a pitch black color, but in the light she could make out the pulsing veins running along it, the unflared tip awaiting her actions.

A silent beckon by his finger made her scoot forward closer to the waiting stallionhood, and Moondancer did her best to think of what to do. There was no way she could deepthroat such a monster, not without help. The musky smell wafting through her senses dimmed her concerns, as she thought more on what he must taste like, or feel in her grasp. The unicorn steeled herself, and reached up with both hands to grab onto him from both sides. It was the only way she could hold all of him, keeping him steady. Warmth simmered beneath her touch, and Moondancer licked her lips before kissing the tip as a test of what she would be put through.

She wasn’t sure what to expect, but her lips only told her the foreign flavor was not an unwelcome one. It was smoky, yet rich, running along her lips as she kept her lips pressed to it. The fog of lust in her mind made her push for more, soon stretching her jaw to enclose around the tip and properly taste of him. She groaned; the taste of his cock was making her nethers fire up again, spreading arousal throughout her body. Her hands began to caress and stroke his length as she made out with the tip, closing her eyes while lavishing him with attention. From the pleased sighs he offered, she knew she was doing things right so far.

But this wouldn’t be enough. No, Moondancer knew he’d need more. Taking in a breath through her nose, the unicorn began to feed more of his length into her maw, her hands sliding down to the middle to massage there while she worked his upper half. Saliva slipped freely from the corners of her lips as she worked him, her tongue licking and gathering more of his taste on her senses. His hand wove itself into her red locks, pressing down as she took even more of him. She hit her limit soon enough, however, causing her to gag and cough. She pulled back, withdrawing the hefty tip from her throat and letting her breathe without the obstruction. Pulling off the tip, she watched as it bobbed before her in time with his heartbeat, pulsing with want directed at her. She needed to do more. But what?

Her eyes fell to his yet untouched balls, and an idea hatched in her mind. Scooting the chair closer to support her, the mare nuzzled down his length until she found her face directly in his groin, his balls beneath her chin as she kissed and licked at his base. The musky smell she detected before was overwhelming here, strong and virile, and it made her salivate. Bringing her hands up, the mare balanced both of his balls in her palms, holding them aloft as she buried her muzzle into them, caressing her face with the hefty orbs and letting her tongue run out to lick at them. Opening her maw wider, she let one fall into her mouth and closed her lips around it, suckling at the tender flesh and evoking a moan from the demon above her.

Encouraged, the mare’s horn glowed to life, and a band of light surrounded the upper half of his length, while her free hand squeezed at his base. The magical band began to pump up and down, stroking his massive member while she indulged in more of his ball within her oral grasp. Her tongue caressed every inch it could, the hot flesh stoking her own fires while her other hand kneaded and massaged the yet unattended orb full of waiting demon seed. Moondancer knew that in that moment, she had given herself to Ebonshade completely, and found a deep satisfaction in knowing she had. She suckled at his ball before letting it fall from her mouth, switching to its brother to lavish it with the same attention the former had.

Such creative actions were doing their job, building the demon’s lust further as he petted the worshipping mare below him with his hand. Moondancer let herself be lost to the pleasurable acts she gave, lust clouding any sense of shyness in lieu of debaucherous fun. The unicorn could feel him throbbing in her grasp, and knew he’d get his first release soon. A moment’s thought made her ponder what his climax would be like, something she endeavored to discover as soon as possible. Her efforts doubled themselves, the band of light around his cock a blur while she released his balls from her mouth, seeing fit to suckle between them as they began to draw tight.

“You clever little minx…” He growled out after another minute had passed, prompting Moondancer to remove herself from his balls and watch as his cock swelled, the tip flaring as he raced to climax. She withdrew from his sack and moved back to the tip, moving the band of light further down while her own soft hands pumped at his upper half. This seemed to be just enough to push the demon to the finish, and with a groan, a shot of seed rocketed out from his tip to splash upon the waiting mare’s unprepared face.

It was thick, coming out in long strings of white-yellow that splattered upon the unicorn’s face and down to her sweater. She closed her eyes, thankful her glasses had covered her enough to keep any from getting in her eyes at all. Moondancer could feel some of the shots land upon her mane, dripping down her forehead while others fell about her cheeks, neck, and onto her sweater. She brought a hand up, and gathered a bundle of it from her cheek to bring to her lips to taste. The heady flavor of his sperm made the mare moan, gathering more of it in a wanton fashion as the demon rode out the rest of his finish. By the time she realized he’d stopped, she had already gobbled down several strands she could gather, finding it carried a richer flavor than she could ever have imagined.

“Such an eager mortal. I give you points for creativity, my lovely flower.” Ebonshade remarked, smiling down at her. Under his gaze, Moondancer was entranced as he reached for her arm, pulling her from the chair to him. With a snap of his fingers, her seed-splashed sweater was gone, leaving her bare before him. The instinct to cover herself was washed away as he drew her to him, his body heat welcoming her as her nipples brushed against his firm muscle. “But you realize now, I’ll need much more before this night is done.”

Feeling him throb against her thigh made the mare shiver, but nodded. She knew what she was getting into, and truthfully, it excited her. The devious being before her smiled, and brought her with him to settle on the floor. Sitting cross legged, he beckoned to her again, and Moondancer stared at his erect length with wide eyes and a flushed face. The realization she was going to let such a thing invade her brought her shyness back to the forefront for a moment, before Ebonshade spoke again.

“I will not harm you, lady Moondancer. Fret not. You can control the pace; just know I will not stop until I am wholly satisfied.”

His assurance eased her somewhat, and she nodded before standing before him. A brief second of introspection made her see just how different this night had gone than she planned. Instead of another night spent reading or wondering what to do, she was here, bare naked, about to be rutted to a point of likely soreness and supernatural pleasure the likes few knew of. Did she want this? Was this suitable to a mare like her?

A glance down at the waiting rigid cock answered the question for her, and she spread her legs wider apart before letting his tip rest against her flushed lips. Moondancer took a slow breath, watching with red cheeks as she pressed him against her entrance, sopping wet with want. It took two tries before he sunk into her, and she gasped as she felt him spread her. He was glorious, thick and heated as her walls stretched to accommodate him. A strangled groan left her, and she sank further down. More and more, he spread her, her tight walls clinging to every inch that impaled her marehood. Her legs trembled, and she stopped with a good three inches of him still unsheathed within her.

“S-stars and...stones, I can’t...I-I’m so full!” she gasped out. Her limbs refused to move, her body too wracked with pleasure. She could feel the throb of his cock inside of her, making her grateful she’d lost her virginity in the past or else this would be naught impossible.

“Then allow me.” Ebonshade’s rumbling tone spoke up, and his hands came to clutch at her hips, steadying the mare above him. His seated position kept him still, the remaining inches of his black length staying out as he helped her rise up from her posture until only two inches or so of him remained inside, then bringing her back down to where she’d paused before. The motion knocked the wind out of the unicorn’s lungs, and she gasped as she threw her head back. Ebonshade continued to move her, his grip changing to hold onto the mare’s rounded, soft rear to better brace her as he went.

Cycle after cycle went, Moondancer raising and lowering with Ebonshade’s movements and letting herself be lost in the ecstasy every motion brought her. Her mane bounced wild and free behind her, fanning against her bare back as her breasts bounced before Ebonshade’s eyes. Her tunnel squeezed him tight on every downward thrust he pulled her into, letting her feel the exquisite, stretching pleasure his massiveness gave her. She could imagine almost seeing his rigid pole making a lump in her belly, from reaching so deep into her with his endowment. Again and again she moaned, crying out for more as she rode him. Her hands clutched at his chest, holding onto him as she let him control the pace in her stead.

Yet not once did the demon harm her, or grow too rough. He kept to his word, never harming her despite her growing curiosity to wondering what it would be like to unleash him, to take all of him and reduce herself to his cocksleeve of a mare? Such a thought made her clench tighter still around him, and another climax rocked her heaving body as her mind was filled with images of Ebonshade continuing to use her, rutting her in endless positions and letting her practically bathe in his essence by the time he would finish with her. Her visions were vivid enough that she almost missed how Ebonshade’s face contorted into a strained expression, before her eyes shot open as his second climax erupted into her.

Hot. Very very hot. It was the only words she could think of to apply to the feeling of Ebonshade’s demonic seed splashing against her walls, coating them with his fertile essence and overwhelming her senses of any other thought. Her eyes rolled back as she basked in the feeling, each throb of his cock within her ushering in another shot of sperm that further warmed the mare. By the time he stopped, and pulled her off of him, she could not stand and had to lay on her front before him, mind reeling from the sensation. She could feel his seed dripping from her stretched marehood, sliding down her thighs and making her shiver.

“Two down, lady Moondancer, but one more to claim.” Ebonshade spoke from behind her. Moondancer lifted her head up, and watched as Ebonshade loomed above her. Defiant, his now soaked cock remained hard despite having came twice, its shadow standing over the mare’s sweaty, red face. Eying the lengthy pole before her, Moondancer’s desire for more of the demon’s lust overrode any concerns about holding him off. Instead, she rolled onto her back, letting her legs stretch wide as she rubbed a finger against her seed-soaked marehood.

“Rut me, Ebonshade. I...I need more of you. I can’t stop.” She told him.

“I can feel what you desire, my flower. But I am bound by my oath. If I were to claim you as you wish, it would harm you. And I would despise breaking my word to one as fair as you.” Ebonshade warned her.

“I can...fix that.” Moondancer panted out. Her horn sparked to life as a ball of energy left the tip, then floated over to her groin, spreading across the region and seeping into her body. “Muscle relaxation...and…” she let another orb leave her to spread across her nethers, “spatial expansion. For the heavy duty jobs.”

“My, how you’ve given yourself to your wants, lady Moondancer. I am fortunate you summoned me on this night.” Ebonshade praised as he neared her, resting his hands on either side of her as he peered down at her flushed expression. His own dark brown mane fell about his face, the glowing yellow eyes searching her own wide eyes behind her cum-speckled glasses. “Is this truly what you wish for?”

“Y-yes. Please. Ebonshade.” She breathed out. “F...fuck me-OHLUNA!”

Her exclamation came as Ebonshade took her words to heart, returning his long cock to her depths but now without restraint to hold him back. Moondancer’s magic did its job, however, assuring she’d feel no pain as he plunged into her depths once more. Only this time, he sank himself wholly inside her, hilting within the mare’s tunnel as his balls tapped against her rear. Lubed by their mixed excitement, Moondancer had no trouble in taking him, and cried out in pleasure as he laid claim to her.

His larger form overshadowed the mare’s with ease, his hips rocking back and forth as he pummeled his cock into her pussy with force, each thrust making his balls slap against her flesh as she rode him out. Moondancer gave herself to the pleasure washing over her, losing her grip on time and thinking only of what Ebonshade was making her feel. Her legs wobbled as she raised them up, and clasped them around his middle, keeping him close. The incubus didn’t break pace, shifting position to let his cock brush against her sensitive walls on each pass. His pace was fast enough that Moondancer couldn’t count the seconds of time he wasn’t within her, leaving her with a persistent, full sensation of heat and lust that pooled within her core. She felt whole beneath him, and accepted every hardy thrust with equal fervor. Her head pressed into his chest, licking at the sweat that gathered there as the smell of their sex washed over her.

Time passed; Moondancer could only tell it did by the times she climaxed from his forceful rutting. She’d long forgone trying to speak, and let her moans talk for her as Ebonshade grunted and huffed above her. His grip on her sides braced her beneath him, her legs numb from pleasure. Sweat poured down his body and hers in equal measure, further deepening the stench of sex that was shared between them. By the time Ebonshade neared his end, snorting and growling above her, Moondancer’s vision swam with stars as he swelled within her. She clung to him with all she had left, and braced herself as he hilted himself a final time and released his third load.

“O-oh my goddess…” Moondancer groaned out as she felt him flood her once more, her world going white as her exhausted body went limp beneath the powerful incubus’ own. Each spurt rocked her body with a fresh sensation of heat and fullness, her womb flooded with his essence. Just feeling him pulse within her made her body shake as Ebonshade panted above her, relishing how tight her pussy squeezed and milked him for more. Vision swimming, the mare laid her head back on the wooden floor, her red and purple - and now white flecked - mane spilled around her head while more and more of Ebonshade’s seed flooded her tunnel. It poured out from their joined hips in thick streams, pooling on her thighs and the floor before the demon withdrew finally. Moondancer offered no commentary, or any sort of remark, as she had fallen unconscious after finally being overwhelmed.

“For all of her inexperience, she gives aplenty in spirit and in passion. Her predecessors could learn a thing or two.” Ebonshade remarked aloud as he extracted himself from her and stood up, unabashed despite the seed dripping from his member and splashed upon his own groin. “...It would be rude of me to leave her like this.” he added as he looked at the unconscious unicorn. With a snap of his fingers, she was teleported upstairs to her bedroom, out of sight and mind while Ebonshade smiled to himself.

“Now...my summoner has fulfilled her end of the contract. Let us see what sort of mischief we can work up for her friends that left her alone on this night.” Ebonshade disappeared at this, the house finally silent for the rest of the evening.

Moondancer would come to find the next day that her friends were unable to attend their planned luncheon for after Nightmare Night, as an unexpected dilemma had happened upon all three. Without warning and far beyond their planning, all three had hit their estrus cycles early and with extreme intensity. It was enough so that of the three she called, Moondancer only got to speak with Twinkleshine, as Lemon Hearts and Minuette did not even answer their phones, with Twinkleshine admitting in a confused manner of just how she wasn’t affected if they’ve somehow all synchronized their cycles.

Moondancer only smiled to herself as she hung up the phone. Maybe next Nightmare Night, she might invite them over to have a taste of Ebonshade themselves. Clutching her book to her chest, the unicorn wobbled out of her seat and left the cafe to head for home, thoughts drifting to the devilish incubus who had turned her Nightmare Night into one to definitely remember.

Author's Note

Round two of the Nightmare Night themed stories! Still unable to find a good pun reference for these. Oh well! I imagine Moondancer might find her nights much more entertaining now, after such an enticing encounter. Course, poor girl might need a walking cane after a time, but I bet she believes its worth it!

Read and Review as always, my friends. I do enjoy seeing your comments, you know. It always helps me feel a drive to continue writing. Number three will hopefully appear next week!

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