A Quiet Nightmare Night

This, So and So reflected, was proving to be the best Nightmare Night game he had ever played. He found her other slipper hanging on a branch, one stocking on a tree (Oh Goddess yes, she wore stockings!), her dress gracing a shrub. A fog seemed to be rolling in, but so what? Happened all the time. He kept up his pursuit. It was kind of amazing that she could outrun him and disrobe at the same time, he thought. And how far was she planning to go? They were pretty far off the road, if he was any judge. He was starting to worry that he might get lost out here, alone. In the dark. And Fog. On Nightmare night. Hrmm…

Then the sight of Quiet Night’s second stocking draped over a large stone quite thoroughly distracted him. Yes, everything was going just fine. He found her second shoe between two trees, and stepped forward to retrieve it.

So and So stepped into a dimly lit clearing, Night’s entire wardrobe, except for perhaps her most intimate apparel, folded over one arm. The fog had come in thick, and he had to look around a bit at what he saw before it started making sense. Except…it never really did.

He found himself standing at the bottom of a shallow hill, not more than a foot higher than the surrounding ground. It was clear of trees or any other plant life bigger than a lush carpet of green grass. That was all perfectly normal. It was a forest after all, and every forest had clearings. Except that this particular little dell was ringed with tombstones.

So and So stopped short, confused. There were no graveyards out here. Ponyville only had one, and he was pretty sure there weren’t any actual tombs or monuments like the ones he was seeing here. And the place was positively littered with candles. Like, the drippy wax kind, not the lighting-bug lanterns that Ponyville had been using since before he was even born. This couldn’t be right…

“Dear me,” spoke a silken, sultry voice. “It seems I’ve been found.”

So and So’s whole being snapped at the sound. He looked up to behold a vision of unearthly beauty. A phantasm, surreal and impossible and eerie in her perfection.

She was floating. Not flying. She had wings, and what a pair they were. Big and sleek, and covered in the kind of feathers a guy dreamed of having brushed over him. Yes, she certainly could have flown with those beauties, but she wasn’t using them. Nor did there appear to be any magic at work. His eyes flicked up to this dream-woman’s forehead. The large, dark gem there, uniquely sliver-moon in shape, gleamed exquisitely in the moonlight. It seemed to almost consume the light that touched it, and he positively ached to slide a finger over that polished perfection, but no glow emanated from it, and no spell held her aloft. His eyes traveled down, bearing witness a face that looked as delicate as it did dangerous, graced with luminously bright, aquamarine eyes. They watched him through slit pupils, black and bottomless as the night itself, from above a slight, amused smile. It was maddeningly familiar and completely foreign all at once. Her sharp chin was held in one graceful palm, sharp-looking nails glittering in the dark. Her hair flowed, long and impossibly lustrous, twinkling in the pale light as if full of stars. Her shoulders were enticingly unburdened by any clothing that So and So could see, and her lithe arms were wrapped around a huge, leering jack-o-lantern. Devilish light flickered from within the gourd. The rest of the ghostly goddess was hidden, and the pumpkin positively glowed with a triumphant, gloating grin. ‘Wouldn’t you like to be here?’ it seemed to ask.

Yes. Yes, So and So very much would.

His eyes slid past the pumpkin’s concealing shape to catch on the smooth, lusciously bare legs that curled under it. He unknowingly craned his head, trying to see more.

So and So’s eyes worked there slow way back up to the ghost-woman’s face. She smirked, sharp teeth shining at him behind those exquisite lips.

And that was when his brain started working again. His eyes flicked to her wings. Then to her horn. Quiet Nights hadn’t had either of those. Very, very few women did. And one of them was…

A shot of cold dread straightened So and So’s spine.

Nightmare Moon wrapped a hand, one finger at a time, around the stem of the lantern she held. She lifted it away from herself let it drift with dreamlike slowness to the ground. She allowed her naked toes to descend to earth. Her hand drifted toward So and So, fingers curling in, calling him forward.

“Come then, sir pirate, and claim your reward.”

Goddess, but she was perfect! Tall, broad-shouldered and lean, but still abundantly feminine. The soft swell of her breasts and hips set a perfect contrast to the angles of smooth muscle in between, and what little she wore only emphasized her many, many merits. A fanciful bra, laced with blue and black and deep purple, covered just enough to set the imagination afire. The bottom below was equally perfect. Tight, but not trashy. Sheer, but not so much that it ruined the surprise.

So and So had taken half a step and more forward before he caught himself. Something about this was…

Sir Pirate. Pretty boys and smiling girls. Devoured.

“I, uh, w-” So and So licked his lips, stalling for time, cold dread growing in him. “Where’s Quiet Nights!?”

The apparition before him laughed.

“You’re a pretty one, boy, but not much of a thinker, eh? I can play that role again, if you wish…”

The ghost’s image shimmered, and there was Nights with her pretty freckles and wry grin.

“Or any other…

Her visage shifted between a dozen other improbably beautiful women.

“But why have a mortal girl, when a Goddess offers herself?”

It was her! Her skin had gone from blue to black, her features had sharpened, but they were all the same!

“A…” He gulped. “Are you gonna devour me whole?”

The Nightmare blinked at him as he backed ever so slightly away. Those frightening, darkly alluring eyes, searched him.

Her face fell.

Her shoulders sagged.

“I have overdone it, haven’t I?” she asked.

So and So blinked in return.

“Uh.”

“Was it the graveyard? The teeth? Ah,” she said, apparently seeing something in So and So’s expression. “ ‘Twas the teeth.” She sighed.

The fog dispersed with her breath. The gravestones faded into nothing. Even the pumpkin disappeared. Nightmare Moon melted away, and the façade was revealed for what it was: Just Luna, standing in a clearing in her underwear. The goddess crossed her arms, looking utterly dejected.

“Damnation, but I was once so good at this!” Luna snapped, stomping one bare foot. “I could seduce anyone!” She waved one hand at nothing in particular, and even in his confusion, So and So noticed how it made parts of her jiggle quite pleasantly. “And now I struggle to disrobe a man in his prime!? Can I truly have fallen so far that I can’t even put together a good night of graveyard nookie on my own holiday!? Ugh.”

“I, um…” stammered So and So.

“Well,” grumbled Luna. “For whatever it might be worth, So On And So Forth, I thank you again for a lovely evening. I truly did have a wonderful time with you. Despite my cocking up the ending.”

“You’re…welcome?”

Luna nodded.

“I am. You have my apologies for having frightened you. It seems my tastes in love-making are…antiquated. There was a time when a fearsome lover was a thing to be cherished. But,” Luna re-crossed her arms. “Times are not what they were. I shall be on my way, I suppose. I am certain your adventures will come to a more satisfying conclusion on the next year.”

She toed the grass with one bare foot.

And then it all finally clicked.

So and So looked back over the night. Really thought it out. A girl from nowhere had shown up and just about demanded that he show her around. Then once they’d done all the fun Nightmare Night things, she’d brought him out here to show him a good time in return. She’d built this whole scene for him with nothing but a bit of spooky theatre magic, and he’d taken it completely wrong! Goddess, she had all but literally told him who she was and what she was doing! She’d even made a jack-o-lantern so he’d know it was safe! Ok, so maybe he’d let that joke about her suitors getting eaten get to him, and, frankly, yes, the teeth had been a contributor, but still!! And he had ruined it! And now she was doing that thing again where she clearly wanted him to say something, and so..!

“Wait! Ok, so, um, I’m an idiot! But, here! I can fix it!”

So and So ran back out into the woods.

~~~

So and So scampered away into the woods, leaving Luna blinking. Again. She tilted her head at him as he disappeared into the dark.

“Man!” she heard him say, perhaps a bit louder than he had any reason to. “I can’t wait to find Quiet Nights, who I really like and is an amazing girl and also really pretty! But gee, it certainly is dark and scary in these woods. I sure hope no scary, sexy ladies show up in place of the girl I’m looking for!”

Luna snorted a laugh, but there was no disdain in it. A warm little glow grew in her chest. Among other places. It looked like she might get to end this night well after all…

She sparked up her own strange brew of magic and reset the scene from before. As she rose to the air and flowed back into the shape of Nightmare Moon, Luna whispered,

“Well done, So and So.”

~~~

“Dear me,” spoke a silken, sultry voice. “It seems I’ve been found. Come then, sir pirate, and claim your reward.”

“W-where’s Quiet Nights?” stuttered So and So, with exaggerated care.

The apparition before him laughed.

“Ha! He asks for a peasant when he could have a goddess. But I can play that role again, if you wish…”

Nightmare Moon’s image shimmered, and there was Nights, with her wry grin.

“Or any other…

“That first one’s good,” he said.

The goddess’s grin widened. She drew him forward with a finger. As he came to her, she set aside her lantern and let her toes descend to the grassy ground. Even so, she stood almost a full head taller than So and So. His chin came up just to where the cleft in her breasts began.

It was, So and So thought, a pretty great place for it to be.

The goddess of the Night put a finger to his chin and tilted it up. She lowered her lips to his. They met there, eyes closed. The exquisite softness of that first, feather-light touch soon gave way to a strong, wet, enthusiasm. They danced there, Luna flicking the tip of So and So’s tongue, drawing him ever deeper before pushing herself forward into him. She wrapped him in her arms, circled one leg around his, coiled herself around him. She lapped at his lips and teeth and tongue, drawing the breath from him. She smiled as he gasped into her, nipped at him. She pushed her hips into his and felt him, already hard.

Then she pulled away, all at once. She looked him up and down, and exulted in the worship in his eyes. But she didn’t want worship just now. She wanted action.

“Well?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at his hat, his boots, the bulge in those delightfully tight pants of his.

“Oh! Right!”

So and So threw off his costume with truly admirable speed. He rushed back to her.

Nightmare Moon grinned, stopping him with a single finger, planted precisely over his lips. She looked him over again, naked now, with undisguised lust. She licked her lips, hungry. She grabbed So and So’s hand and dragged him with her to a big stone sarcophagus.

So and So, for his part, still found the dragon eyes and sharp teeth a bit unnerving, to say nothing of the idea of fucking on top of a tomb. Sure, it was all illusion, and yeah, he was pretty sure she wasn’t actually going to eat him or anything, but… And Goddess! Those eyes were so deadly intense!

She didn’t give him time to think about it further. Shoving a hand beneath each arm, she bodily lifted her paramour and draped him over the ‘tomb.’

It was more comfortable than he’d expected. Smooth, and cool, and surprisingly forgiving.

The Nightmare ran one hand down his body, playing at the muscles of his chest and belly before coming to rest at the base of his shaft. She wrapped her fingers around its girth, then moved further down, embracing his balls, giving them a light and pleasurable squeeze. He sucked in his breath.

Moon’s eyes lit ablaze, glowing a more vivid aquamarine than So and So would ever see again. Her glorious lips parted as she watched him, as she saw him watching her. She stroked him from base to head, making sure he was ready. Not that he needed it; he’d never been harder in his life. She fell upon him, shoving her tongue into his mouth, breath mixing with his. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around his cock quested over him, brushing, pinching, squeezing. She vaulted on top of him, straddling him, practically pinning him to the stone or magic or whatever it was beneath him. She took hold of both his wrists and drew them up, pinning them above his head. She leaned over him, her face agonizing inches from his. He throbbed for her.

“I want you!” she hissed, voice was husky and intoxicating in his ears. He didn’t say anything, just nodded.

Nightmare Moon purred as she slid her hips down. She lowered herself onto him, pressing So and So’s cock between her pussy and his stomach. He groaned, suddenly hating the thin layer of cloth between her nether lips and his hardness. He tried to get a hand in there, to shove it out of the way and get on with it, but Luna didn’t let him. She held both hands fast with irresistible strength.

“Do you want me?”

“Goddess, yes!”

She kissed him, licked his lips, nipped at his chin.

“Say it again.”

“I want you! More than anything!”

The sound she made after that was something between a purr and a growl. She let one of So and So’s hands go. She reached down between them and did something he couldn’t see. He was lost in those eyes. But he could feel it when she took hold of his cock and slid it, blissfully, finally into her. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure at that slick friction. So and So’s did the same.

One of his hands, now free, wandered, sliding through her impossible hair. It was cool and smooth and seemingly endless. His fingers tingled as they ran through it. Eventually he found her shoulder. Nightmare pulled her hips away with a gasp, then thrust him back inside her. So and So’s hand ranged further down, meeting something other than warm, perfect skin as his Goddess pulled her hips away once more. He stroked the silken cloth of her bra as she thrust forward again, gasping. He cupped one full breast in his palm as she fucked him. His fingers squeezed and she cried out. Maybe he did too. His fingers slipped under the lacy, silky thing between him and Luna and played at the pert nipple beneath.

Luna fell on him again, shoving her tongue in his mouth, sucking his breath away. She rolled her hips over him now, not pulling away anymore, just riding him, taking everything he had to give. He opened his eyes to find her watching him. He fell into those bottomless, livid, slit-pupiled eyes. She flicked her tongue over sharp teeth. A little thrill of fear ran through him at the sight of it, but it only spurred him onward. He moved his hand to her hip, tried to take over, to thrust into her at his own pace.

“Ah ah, pet. This is my night.”

With that, she placed one hand on him and shoved him to the stone with slow but irresistible strength.

Well. That settled that. And that was fine and all, except they’d only just started, and he could already feel himself getting ready to…

Unable to do much else, he slid his free hand onto her ass and gave it a squeeze. She grinned and held him down without effort as she fucked him, lifting herself up on down his length.

Luna drew in even closer, letting her full, pert tits shove up against his chest and chin. She sucked him into the feeling of her hot, wet cunt sliding over his cock. She poured her wondrous corona of starlight over him, blocking out everything but the glowing galaxy of her hair and those infinite, eager eyes. Suddenly he couldn’t remember that there had ever been anything else in the world. He tried to hold back, tried to keep control, but it was all just too much!

He pressed into her as far she’d let him and came. He poured everything he had into her, and more. He felt it spill back out onto him, and he kept going. She just wouldn’t let him stop! It felt like hours passed in that blissful agony before Nightmare Moon finally stopped riding him, and even then, he still wanted more. When he finally remembered how to think, The Nightmare still straddled him, but she’d let the two of them part. She was nibbling at his neck, their sweat mingling together despite the night’s chill. She licked him from ear to chin to lips.

“Haaaaaaaaah…” she sighed, breath misting in the air. “Lovely.” She slid to one side, wrapping herself around him. Then she pulled him up to her, such that his head rested on her chest.

“Whoa…”

That was the best he could manage.

Nightmare Moon gave a surprisingly girlish giggle to that.

So and So looked up at the Moon. It hadn’t visibly moved from they’d started. They’d only actually been at it for like, a two minutes, hadn’t they?

Well. That was embarrassing. If she got upset and devoured him after this, he supposed he couldn’t blame her. Good way to go, all things considered. In his defense though, that had been really intense. And this was Nightmare Moon! Who wouldn’t blow his load a little early for her? But it was just, well, he was used to being a little more, eh, in charge, than he’d been here. And now here he was, resting his head on her shoulder, when normally it would be the other way around. And like, he knew there was nothing wrong with a little role switching, but…

The blend of self-shame, percieved emasculation, and the niggling fear of the Night Princess’s possible wrath proved a perfect mix for stupidity.

“I, uh, sorry about that. I don’t normally-”

“Hmm?”

“I mean, that was just, damn! You were amazing! But, I’m just saying, it usually takes longer. For me to-”

Nightmare Moon snorted, rolling her eyes so hard So and So was fairly certain he actually heard it.

“Boys. Always so fixated on their own performance that they never bother to notice anyone else’s. Did it ever occur to you, So and So, that a woman might want to make you come? That she might take it as a compliment to have you finish so quickly?”

“I, uh…”

“I thought not. Silly boy.” She pinched him lightly. “ ‘Tis nothing to be ashamed of. I really am quite good at this.”

So and So had to laugh at himself.

“Yeah, ok. Yeah, you really are.”

Moon smiled. So and So had to look up to see it.

“And besides,” she said, stroking a hand over him. “You are a strapping young man, are you not? Surely there is more in here,” she brushed a finger over his still half-hard member, “than that?”

“Oh, well, yeah! I mean, just give me a minute and-”

The Nightmare laughed again, shoving him off her.

“Then a minute you shall have! The night is young, So and So. But since you are in such a hurry to redeem yourself…”

She picked him up, with magic this time, and set So and So down on his knees in the grass before her. She dismissed her panties with a flick of one wrist and quick burst of magic. They weren’t doing anyone any good at this point anyway.

She spread her legs before him, running one hand up her thigh with a smirk.

So and So took in that glorious view. Full, glistening lips. A light dusting of iridescent hair (which, thankfully, didn’t flow in the winds of magic like those on her head). Any other time, he would have been honored to go down on that. But just now, he hesitated. He’d just, well, there was some stuff in there he didn’t necessarily want to…

Nightmare Moon raised a single, imperious eyebrow.

“Well?”

A chill shot through So and So, and he rapidly readjusted his thinking. He’d had worse in his mouth, right? Probably. Maybe?

“As my lady commands.”

She smiled, sharp teeth shining, wing spreading.

“Now that is what I like to hear. But enough talk. Let us put that tongue to better use, dear boy.”

With that, she grabbed a fistful of his long hair and shoved his face between her legs.

Whatever misgivings So and So may have had vanished immediately on the smell of her.

It was a bad romance novel cliché to say that one’s lover smelled of roses and tasted of the sweetest wines, but in Nightmare Moon’s case, it was literally true. She tasted of cool winds and midnight, smelled of blessed darkness and sweet flowers. There was also a hint of something salty in there, but he quite successfully chose not to think about that part. As he delved into that divine nether place, So and So thought he might taste nothing else for the rest of his life and be glad for it.

Nightmare Moon lay back and closed her eyes.

“Oh my, yes.” She crooned. “Very good, boy. But do it faster now. And, mmmm…”

So and So thrust his tongue in deeper, and earned a little gasp from his Goddess. She caressed his back with one perfect foot, stroked his head with the hand that had pulled it forward. He drove as deep as he could, even though he knew that wasn’t what women really enjoyed. He just wanted to taste her! He got away with it for a surprisingly long while as Nightmare Moon writhed with him.

The Nightmare gasped again, but pulled him away.

“Yes! Good! But do it here!” she cried. “Right here!” She dragged his mouth up, shoved him onto the top of her pussy. He tongued at the little pearl there, just like he knew she wanted him to, and she practically screamed.

“That’s it! Just like that! Make your Princess come!”

Looked like So and So wasn’t the only one who got off easy.

So and So drove in hard, wrapping one hand around her hips and pulling her to him. She let him. He glanced up over her mound to see her arched against the sarcophagus she lay on, hands squeezing at both breasts. He cupped her clit in his lips, sucked at it, flicked at her with the tip of his tongue. She moaned. He lapped at her, as fast and hard as he could manage. She wriggled up on one elbow. Her other hand grabbed him by the hair again and pulled him harder onto her.

“Look at me!”

Their eyes met, and So and So was almost dumbstruck by her again. Nightmare Moon glared down at him, desperate, needing, eyes bright with want. Vulnerable, if only for that one moment.

He was about to give a Princess an orgasm…

“Don’t stop, damn you!”

So and So licked away, slipped fingers in, did absolutely everything he could think of to make this happen.

Nightmare Moon licked her lips, then left them parted, then gasped. She never once looked away from him. Her breath caught, and held, and tension built through her whole body, and then…

“Auuuuugh! I, oh my sweet fucking stars! I…Fuck!”

The Princess of the Night fell back. So and So heard her head thump lightly against the stone she lay on. She ran a hand through her hair, laughing absently. She pushed So and So away, unable to take any more for the moment, but then pulled him back to her. She lifted him up and into her arms, wrapping herself around him again.

She sighed contentedly, and they lay there for a while.

So and So found himself to be a bit restless. He’d had plenty of time to recover, it seemed, and the hard-on he now sported was just as vigorous as the first had been. He pressed into his Princess, hoping she would notice,

“So, am I redeemed?” he asked. “Because…”

Nightmare Moon opened her eyes. She bared her teeth in a predatory grin, gripped his manhood in one hand. She practically growled as her other arm lifted him, again without any apparent effort, and shoved him into the same sitting position she’d held mere minutes before. She dropped to her knees before him, leering up, wolfishly.

“It seems you’ve made me a bit peckish, boy.” Her teeth glittered in the pale light. “Perhaps I’ll make a meal of you yet.”

“I, um…”

Any further utterances from So and So were silenced as Nightmare Moon grabbed his cock and ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip of his head. Her other hand cupped his balls and gave them a light squeeze. She lifted her majestic wings such that they framed the action perfectly.

The Princess’s grin grew as So and So’s cock throbbed for her. She kissed the head of it. She took the first inch into her mouth and sucked. She slid her tongue down his length.

So and So tried to push in deeper. He knew better, knew she wasn’t going to let him, but he just couldn’t stop himself.

The Nightmare grinned, one hand shoving him back against the stone he sat on. Her lips curled back, revealing those razor teeth. She pressed them ever so lightly into him.

So and So froze, caught between fear and how unnervingly hot that was.

Moon watched his every move and giggled. But then she put her teeth away, hiding them behind those perfect lips as she went down on him further. So and So groaned as she bobbed up and down on his head. He slid his fingers through her hair, relishing in the one-of-a-kind tingle it held.

Nightmare Moon stroked him with both hands as she worked her way down, up, down his cock. She stopped to slide her tongue over him. She toyed with his balls, tickled and squeezed them. She grabbed his hips and pulled So and So forward when he tried to back away, and pushed him back when he tried to thrust forward. She stroked his thighs, squeezed his ass. She wrapped her lips around him and took his whole length, fucking him with her mouth and throat. She went so deep that she even lapped at his balls while she sucked him off.

So and So just about lost his damn mind. He’d never had a girl take him so deep before. He hadn’t known it was even really possible. Goddess, but she was amazing. He told her so, insofar as he could between incoherent gasps.

It was only a matter of time before he…

“Princess? Nightmare Moon? I’m gonna come.”

The Nightmare’s eyes lit ablaze, and if So and So had had any thoughts of trying to hold it back, he abandoned them there. She pumped both hands up and down his slick hardness as she sucked with relentless vigor at his head.

“Give me everything, boy!”

So and So’s fingers caught in her hair, his hand squeezed tight on her shoulder. The tension grew, and swelled. Maybe he said something, he wasn’t sure. He felt woozy, like he was falling. But then the wave crested and burst out of him. And into Nightmare Moon’s mouth. She didn’t stop sucking on him. She squeezed and licked and sucked out all he had. His eyes never left hers.

He fell back onto the stone, barely aware, sweat pouring off him. Nightmare Moon let him, finally giving him time to catch a breath. Her smile, when he finally managed to get back up and see it, might best have been described as ‘insufferably smug.’

“Well,” she said, licking at some little bit of jism that might have escaped. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Being ‘devoured?’”

So and So stared at her for a long moment. Then he laughed, as much at himself as anything else.

“I thought not.” She smiled, and for once there was nothing scary in it. She waved her hand, and a glass of something dark and red appeared in it. “I trust you’ll not begrudge me a bit of wine, dear boy? ‘Tis not that I don’t enjoy the taste of you, but I’ve always felt that one good swallow deserves another.”

“Fair enough,” he answered somewhat absently, still recovering.

She upended the glass.

She gave a sharp, satisfied little ‘Hah!’ as she emptied the goblet, then tossed it aside and stood. It vanished into nothing before it hit the ground.

“Wonderful. Now, raise thy manhood once more, So and So! ‘Tis hardly a Nightmare Night ‘til I’ve been bent over a coffin and fucked properly!”

~~~

He did. It took surprisingly little time, too. She’d barely let his cock out her mouth before it was getting hard again at the mere thought of her. But not quite hard enough for her liking, apparently.

“Dammit, boy, fuck me like you mean it!” she demanded. The words were harsh, but she grinned as she said them, so they didn’t sting like they might have. So and So grabbed her by the hips and thrust his own forward, hard.

“Ungh! Harder! I’m not going to break!”

He did his best, shoving himself into her again and again, every thrust as slick and enthusiastic as the first. Still, after two orgasms and no rest, he wasn’t exactly at the top of his game. Nightmare Moon noticed.

“Here,” she said. “Allow me.”

She wrapped a leg around his, landing her heel behind his pelvis, locking him in place deep inside her. She pushed that incomparable ass back onto him. Her smooth, sable, seductive wings spread wide for him.

No matter what position they were actually in, So and So reflected, Nightmare Moon was somehow always on top.

The gem of the Nightmare’s horn lit with silvery-blue light. She waved a hand in his direction casting…something. He didn’t notice any effect at first, except the feel of her pussy. And then it hit.

Nightmare Moon looked directly into his eyes as a wave of lust surged over him. He almost staggered under it, pecker jumping to full attention and beyond. He grabbed her, one hand on her hips, one on the root of her wing, and fucked her with abandon.

“Ah! Yes!”

He slapped her ass.

“Yes! Do it again! More!”

Encouraged, he did it again.

Nightmare Moon gasped. She put a hand between her legs, fingering herself as he railed her. She looked back at him, eyes livid.

“Fuck me! Make me come!”

He did. He felt her clench up, listened, enraptured, to her short, sharp gasps. It was mere moments before she cried out, stumbled a little. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her up and kept going. The first rush of her spell had already passed, but he didn’t need it anymore anyway. There was just nothing better for the libido than inspiring a breath-stealing orgasm. It made him harder than seemed possible, turned him on perhaps more than was wise…

So and So shoved his hand into the flowing mass of Nightmare Moon’s impossible hair, grabbed all he could, and pulled, still hammering away at her cunt.

Nightmare Moon let him jerk her back, still breathing heavy. Her eyes opened, slit pupils peering into his, and she grinned. Wicked teeth flashed.

“My, but aren’t we getting bold?”

A little shiver ran through So and So. He’d just fucked up, hadn’t he?

The Nightmare bumped him away. She stood before him, glorious and terrible, for a long moment. She looked him up and down, perhaps pausing to admire his still-wet erection, and the look of lust-addled apprehension on his face. She smirked.

Nightmare Moon picked So and So up and shoved him against the very same ‘coffin’ she’d just been bent over. She threw one leg over it and thrust her hips forward, pinning him to the thing. She maneuvered her pussy over him and slid herself down onto his cock. She pulled away, pushed back in, and fucked him like that. Standing.

Fuckin’ Hell, he hadn’t even known this was actually possible.

“I, uh, Oh my go-“

“Quiet, you!” She grabbed his questing hands and drew them to her clit. “Do it again! Make your Princess come again!”

It was tricky when they were so close, but eventually he got his thumb up against her clit and rubbed away. His other hand slid into her wet lips, and he discovered a whole new kind of pleasure in fucking her with both dick and fingers at the same time. She gasped into him, over and over. She pressed their bodies together, tore off her bra and shoved her breasts into his mouth. He sucked at her nipples, fingered her, squeezed her ass as she thrust herself onto him. It felt like hours, like a magnificent, golden age before she finally shuddered in ecstatic exhaustion. She came quietly this time, announcing herself with little more than a shivering breath. She held him afterwards for a long while, still inside her, arms encircling him, her breath thundering in his ears and his heart and his everything. He could have stayed there forever…but alas.

Nightmare Moon (or maybe Luna now. It was honestly hard to tell) fell away, dropping to her knees.

“Oh. Oh my. That was just…”

Just for a moment, she looked tired. Sleepy. Satisfied.

The lovers took a moment to catch their breath. Then,

Luna raised a to stroke So and So’s thigh. She eyed his still-hard cock.

“So,” she said. “Well done, and all that. And my apologies for slinging unasked for spells at you. Celestia tells me I really should get consent before I do that, but I am certain you will forgive me. Nonetheless. You’ve played along marvelously with all of my strangeness, So On and So Forth, and for that, I thank you. This has been a Nightmare Night to remember. But perhaps there is some strange thing I might do for you, afore I go? A wingjob, perhaps? I did notice you spent a great deal of time looking at these two.” She ruffled those glories before him. “Or perhaps you’re partial to feet?” She wiggled her bare toes. “Maybe you’d like to give me a pearl necklace, hm? From between this pair?” She squeezed her breasts together. “You have earned almost anything you might want, I think. Tell me, and worry not that you will shock me. I’ve heard it all, and likely done it besides. How would you like me?”

So and So honestly had no idea what to say. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what those things were. Of course he did. He’d even tried one or two. It was just that, when it came to sex, he was just very…vanilla. The normal stuff had always been more than enough for him. The idea that there even might be something better than a blowjob from the Princess of the Night had literally never occurred to him. He told her so. She laughed pleasantly.

“Such a charmer.” She still played at his member, keeping him hard. Not that it needed help. “Well, you may be correct in that, if I do say so myself. I would be more than happy to give you another, if you like, but variety is the spice of life, as they say. And when you remember this night, years from now, I would hate for you to regret not having your every fantasy fulfilled…”

Again, the idea of having regrets about this was incomprehensible to him, but So and So ran with it. He’d never been with a pegasus girl, so…

“Ok, yeah. How about the, uh, the wings, then. And maybe your tits, too.”

Dammit, did he have to say it like an idiot?

Nightmare Moon’s seductive smile put him at immediate ease. The silken touch of those sable feathers did it even better.

“And could you do it as a, uh, a maid?”

“Ah, now we get somewhere.”

With a flick of one wrist, a skimpy, lacy, black-and-white maid costume coalesced around her. It was little more than a tight bra, and scandalously short skirt, some sheer stockings, and whatever those headbands maids wore were called. It was perfect.

“Shall I play the submissive servant for you, then? Shall I obey your every sordid command, milord?”

Trying to imagine Nightmare Moon as ‘submissive’ just about destroyed his brain.

“Uh. No. It was really just about the outfit.”

“Magnificent. I hate that game.”

The Nightmare cloaked his cock in both wings, sliding her velvety feathers all around him. Fuckin’ hell, they felt even better than they looked!

Nightmare Moon slid them up and down the length of him, slipping one wing down to play with his balls while the other kept stroking.

“Goddess, you were right! I’ve been missing out!”

Moon gave him a grin that was both kind and erotic at the same time. Then she stepped it up and really showed him what he’d been missing. She wrapped him tight in her gossamer embrace and stroked away.

So and So forgot how to breath. It wasn’t that fucking her wings was better, exactly. Just new. Something he’d never known before. Just like a blowjob had been, that first time.

“Is this good for you, So On and So Forth?”

Nightmare Moon leaned in, lips perilously close to his head. Her hands traveled the lines of his legs and chest. Her breasts pushed up against the base of his cock as her wings worked him. So and SO couldn’t manage a response.

“Are you going to come for me?”

The look on his face told her everything she needed to know.

“Mmmm.” She licked her lips. “Where do you want it, lover?”

So and So stared down into all that Nightmare Moon had to offer. That gorgeous face, those barely restrained tits, her luscious wings, and he was lost. He just couldn’t decide!

“Just, just do what you want!”

That was the right answer, if the light in the Night Queen’s eyes was any indication. She kept at least one wing on him as she licked from the base of his shaft to the very tip of his head. Fingers tickled his balls and squeezed his ass. She lifted her breasts over his tip and slipped his dick under her bra. His head poked out from between them, and she squeezed her tits together around him and jiggled them, completely enveloping him. She leaned forward to suckle at his head as she somehow fucked him with tits and mouth and feathers and hands all at once.

To say the orgasm was mind-blowing would be…accurate.

She pulled back with a little “Mph!” at the first spurt, letting him shoot off across her lips, into her mouth, over her chest, and even onto her wings a little. She laughed and stroked him further as he just kept coming. He had no idea where it all came from, but suspected Lunar trickery was involved. Regardless, Nightmare Moon didn’t seem to mind. When she finally stopped milking him for more, he damn near passed out. She rose and pulled him to her, lay him down on the soft grass. And there they stayed together for a long while.

~~~

“Well,” said the Nightmare, though she was looking much more like Luna at this point. “This has been…” she gestured at nothing in particular as she stretched that lithe body. “Wonderful. Truly wonderful. Thank you, So On and So Forth. I could not have asked for a better Nightmare Night from Ponyville.”

“I didn’t really do anything-”

Luna, or Nightmare Moon, or whoever she was, gave him a look. He laughed.

“So pretty,” she kissed his forehead. “But not the best with words. No matter. Thank you, So and So.” She pulled herself away from him, her dusky, naked skin and wavering hair standing out with stark glory against the encroaching dawn. “May your life be blessed.” She bowed to him. Magic glimmered around her, and he knew then that she was leaving. Vanishing forever back to wherever it was that the Moon Princess went, never to be seen again by a peon like him again. She’d mentioned that before, hadn’t she? Something about ‘when you remember this night, years from now.’

“Wait!”

She actually did it. She paused for just a moment, looking at him quizzically.

“Can I, um, have something to remember you by?”

It was a stupid question. He knew that even as he asked. She was Princess Luna. She had big, important Princess things to do. And he was just some scrub. Dammit. He could have just let her go, let this be a nice memory for both of them, and now he’d gone and made it awkward.

But Luna smiled. Her lips quirked into the same devilish grin he’d fallen in love with when it had belonged to a girl named Quiet Nights. She put a lovely finger to her chin, thinking.

“Well, I’d say we’ve had our share of treats, but…”

And then she disappeared.

So and So stared after her. He sighed. He knew he shouldn’t be surprised. It was absurd to think she would… Well. Anyway.

He didn’t have to wonder for long.

He rose from their little bed in the grass and reached for his clothes. He found his big, ridiculous hat first. His continued searching revealed nothing more. No graves, no pumpkins. Just the hat and an empty clearing.

He gave the area another look. Where were his pants? A what had she meant? But what?

No answers presented themselves.

So and So lifted his hat, and a note, nestled inside, fell free. He blinked at it, then popped it open. It read,

But what is Nightmare Night without a few tricks? And what could be more memorable than the tale of why you had to walk home naked?

L.

He stared at the little scroll for a long time. Then looked around again for his clothes. Then back at the letter.

Dammit! When had she even done that!?

He had to laugh. What else could he do? He donned his hat and started the trek home, bare-assed naked.

No one was going to believe this…