NOTE: this chapter contains a single instance of foal abuse for character and scene building purposes. If this disturbs you, stop reading after the first paragraph and search the page for the words 'Pip quickly left' to skip the brunt of the portion with that content. Keep in mind you will be missing some character building as a result.

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“’ere’s your tea, Luna.” Pipsqueak said with no small amount of disdain, the very small Trottingham Earth Pony colt balancing a tray, containing the meal he was sent up with, and almost as large as he was, on his back. His accent was that of his homeland of Trottingham, and he himself was a very small pinto-colored pony colt, white-coated with large brown splotches covering his body, especially large ones over his left eye and back. His straight mane was light and mid-brown, and was cut short, as was his tail.

“That is Queen Nightmare to thee, pony-whelp! We did not conquer all of Equestria to not be called by Our rightful title and name!” Nightmare Moon hissed as she struck Pipsqueak across the head viciously with a pure-black-coated hoof, the force knocking his small form to the floor. She was glaring daggers at him, making him crawl away in terror. The silver tray that was on his rump had hit the floor hard along with him, the fine Japonies tea set on it shattering on the floor, “WE ARE NOT THAT WEAK FOAL ‘LUNA’ THAT WE ONCE WERE!”

“Y-yes Yer Highness Queen Nightmare Moon!” Pipsqueak whimpered out as his hoof grasped the swelling lump where her hoof had left a red mark, tears welling in his eyes as his head throbbed in pain.

“’T'is better! Leave now, begone with thee thou ungrateful whelp, before we have thou lashed and then turn thee to a pile of ash! Thou shalt not receive dinner tonight, and be grateful for Us letting thou off easy this time. T’will not happen again, lest thou wish for worse!”

Pip quickly left without another word as fast as he could, wanting to get away from the horrifying, large mare. Was Nightmare Moon still a mare, he wondered. Was she even a pony anymore? Once out of the room he sighed, remembering for the umpteenth time how this all had transpired.

A few months prior, as the old tales of The Mare in the Moon had foretold, Nightmare Moon – who used to be Princess Luna, previously ex-co-ruler of Equestria, and sister of the then-ruling Princess Celestia - had returned from her thousand-year banishment on the moon to bring about eternal night. After banishing her sister to the moon in vengeance, then foiling the Wielders of the Elements of Harmony, by capturing the stones of the Elements themselves before they could be used on her when the purple unicorn known as Twilight Sparkle was still alone, Nightmare Moon was now the sole ruler of the land.

The first attempts at usurpation were dealt with with extreme prejudice to make an example of her power, leading to no further public attempts.

Pipsqueak looked out of a window in the hallway outside of Nightmare’s throne room, seeing the same darkness of night as he had for the past five days. Sighing, he remembered Celestia’s bright Sun rising each day, the warmth of it on his face. Pip felt tears coming to his eyes as he thought about how he’d never get to see it again, how he’d never feel its rays upon him again.

Nightmare had sworn the Sun would never rise again, and Pip had no reason not to believe the vengeful mare. ‘If ponies will not love Our night willingly, then they shall love it by force! The Sun shall never rise again! THE NIGHT WILL LAST FOREVER!’ he remembered her saying in her take-over speech after sending Celestia away and capturing the Elements, seeing the fury in her eyes as she did, then the pealing, manic laughter that followed it.

Now, as he looked out on the nocturnal landscape, he sighed again, looking towards Ponyville. He, and all other foals, had been taken from their parents there under the demand of Nightmare Moon, and brought to Canterlot, to be trained to be her servants in the way she chose. Taught to be her slaves for all intents, Pip thought bitterly.

“Evil coldhearted whorse, I wish I could...” Pip said in a hiss under his breath, rubbing his struck cheek. Letting that sentence trail as he noticed Nightmare’s chamber door’s thestral Royal Night Guard glaring at him, Pipsqueak quickly made himself scarce and left the area, heading back to his chamber to sulk. His broken heart was longing for home; longing for his parents, friends, and everything he knew that was torn away from him.

Longing for what it could never have again.

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Five years had passed since Nightmare Moon had taken over as the dictator of Equestria. Her hot-burning vengefulness for her past subjects’ ignorance of her and her night had seemingly cooled some, with her overall becoming a more lenient ruler than the absolute tyrant she was before.

Nightmare had also, very reluctantly at first, taken over the duties of raising the Sun and Moon both, starting when it was brought to her attention by an orange-coated earth pony named Applejack that all the crops, trees, and other plants around Equestria were dying because of the lack of sunlight, within just the first week of her proposed eternal night, and that all of Equestria would starve if that happened. Not to mention the cost the being in constant darkness for so long took on ponies' physical and mental health too. Many were getting sick, or going mad.

So, not wanting her subjects, or more importantly herself, to starve, she’d very begrudgingly allowed for eight hours of sun per twenty-four hours for merely that purpose, leaving sixteen hours of night. The ponies relished in those eight hours, but also showed their due respect to the night as well now, not wanting to offend their new dictator.

When another nation had made threats against Equestria unless they were given an offering of Bits, military supplies, and royal guards in submission, Nightmare Moon had demanded a preemptive, overwhelming invasion of their land. Her ruthless surprise attack left its rulers dead by her own hooves, a warning to others about any future incursions against her or her land. This led many ponies to see her as evil incarnate to do such a thing, to take lives, while other said she was a very effective leader, keeping other countries and enemies at bay, by force if needed.

When criminal matters came up in her own land, including any kinds of uprising, Nightmare responded swiftly and brutally, keeping peace within her own country while still keeping her crown. Many ponies hated her for this, but others respected her. After all, she ruled with an iron hoof, but was also not treating her subjects like slaves anymore. Now she was harsh only to those who opposed her.

“Yer dinner, Queen Nightmare Moon.” Pipsqueak said as he brought in the tray and left it on her bedside table with a bow, his voice a deep baritone now and still holding his Trottingham accent; the one thing he still had from his old life in Ponyville.

In the five years since he was taken by Nightmare, Pipsqueak had grown from a colt who was small for his age into a young stallion now, adolescence hitting him hard with quite a growth spurt, as he stood nearly as tall as an adult mare now. He was still smaller for his age group, but he knew that surely he would grow more soon enough...and significantly more, if this spurt was an indication. The same silver tray that had nearly dwarfed him as a colt now was easily handled by him as he presented it to his Queen, a plate of various sauteed veggies, toast, and a side salad, upon it.

“Thank you, Pipsqueak. Always on time with my meal, aren’t you?” Nightmare asked in an even tone, giving a small smile. Despite her harshness as a ruler, Nightmare had become a much calmer pony to those around her in comparison to five years prior, her anger fizzling out some as it took its course and was vented. The event of starting a war and killing the foreign rulers herself likely helped with that. She’s also had learned Modern Eqquish* despite her initial refusal to, and indeed her demand that everypony else learn Ancient Eqquish instead, with her now being able to speak like modern ponies did instead of the ancient language she had before...though some still did slip in on occasion; “We are most grateful for thine punctuality.”

It had taken years, but Pip had actually started to respect Nightmare Moon despite what she’d done, seeing her growing as a pony as her hatred and emotional pain of before slowly burned away. The first time she’d smiled left Pip in awe, with him seeing normal, squared pony teeth instead of the fangs of before, him realizing that those must have simply been an illusion to instill fear in others.

“Thank ya, Your Highness.” Pip replied with a well-trained bow, before turning to leave.

“Halt.” Nightmare said curtly, leading Pip to do just that, looking back at her with some amount of fear in his eyes.

“My Queen?” Pip asked, hoping he hadn’t done anything wrong. Since she’d struck him that first time as a colt, he’d done his best not to upset Nightmare, lest it possibly happen again. Since then though, he’d never been hit again, with Nightmare indeed seeming to take a liking to him. He’d occasionally receive small treats or presents from her out of the blue, and not one Hearth’s Warming Day passed without a substantial amount of gifts from her.

At first Pip had rejected them all, destroying many of the gifts in rage, pining to go home to his family. As he realized that would never be, he’d accepted his new role and the gifts begrudgingly, then happily. After all, not every colt was treated as well as he had been.

Pip had always been cast aside by most foals in his past life in Ponyville given his smaller stature or Trottingham roots or accent, but Nightmare didn’t seem to care about his size or accent; only his loyalty. She made him feel useful. Wanted. Not just a tiny, worthless colt as he sometimes felt he was before.

At times he did wonder why he was chosen in this way, to serve her dinner every night; maybe it was because she saw a little bit of her past self, Princess Luna, in his personality, or maybe that she had some sort of thing for small colts like himself. What that was he could never guess, despite trying.

“Thou hath done nothing wrong Pipsqueak, no. You have been a perfect servant to me for all of these years. I was just wondering if we could...talk?” She paused for many seconds, “I’ve been having some problems lately in court, and would love to discuss them with somepony. They’re...really weighing heavily on me.” Nightmare asked, placing a hoof on Pip’s own.

Pipsqueak was stunned, both by Nightmare's hoof on his own and her words. This was the first sign of weakness he’d ever seen from the seemingly infallible mare, likely the first time Nightmare had asked another pony such a thing if her hesitancy to was to be considered. If her own expression was to be believed, she was confiding in him alone with this, making Pip feel...special, in a way. Like he was the only one who could help her, even among her many official advisors. “Uh, sure. What’s th’ problem?” Pip asked, seeing a flicker of a smile on Nightmare’s muzzle, her hoof gently squeezing his now.

“Well, you see...”

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So it was now that when Nightmare Moon has something she needed to get off her chest, she’d go to Pipsqueak. She used him to wind down from a hectic day by talking everything out, with him even being asked to give her a back or wing massage on occasion.

While he was hesitant of the idea of touching the queen in such a way at first, fearing what would happen if he somehow hurt her, it soon became another thing between them alone. For some reason, Pipsqueak really loved to hear Nightmare moaning into the pillow like that as he kneaded her tired muscles, seeing her in a supine position before him, it triggering something within him each time he felt her tail flick against his rump. The moans always got much louder when he reached her wings, leading to him focusing on those more often. After, they’d always cuddle, with her holding him in her hooves and bringing bittersweet memories of his mother holding him like this in what felt like another life.

These past few months, Pip had been having some...problems with his willy coming out during the massage sessions, though Nightmare never seemed to notice it against her back, or at least never called attention to it. Instead her moans would grow more pronounced, leading to him sometimes even getting a full-on erection against her, but still he massaged her, not wanting to disappoint his Queen.

“Well, th’ last thing on yer schedule for tomorrow is goin' to Griffinstone for a non-aggression treaty re-signing with t’ griffins. Guess they don’t want a helping of wot ya gave that other country, huh?” Pip asked. Instead of getting a gentle chuckle and grin from Nightmare as he always did when that was mentioned, or even maniacal laughter at earlier times, she instead gave a sigh and nodded, indeed looking kind of...sad.

“Yes, yes, we wouldn’t want that to happen again, now would we?” Nightmare asked, before glancing in a side mirror...and noticing that Pipsqueak was looking at her behind! Instead of reacting with violence like she would have years past, she instead had a better idea; that perhaps it was time to put into play what she’d been building up to for nearly a year now.

Of course, Nightmare had caught Pip in the act of staring at her ass before, or even under her tail when it was flagged high during her estruses, multiple times before. She found enjoyment in teasing the colt, flagging her tail a little higher or swaying her hips just a bit more as she’d noticed he was looking, delighting in seeing his flare peeking out in reaction. She did both now, to a quiet gasp from the colt behind her, making her feel quite attractive as she felt his eyes roaming over her rump and marehood once more.

“So, what were your plans for the future before I came along and brought you here with me? What job did you plan to get? Did you want to have a family one day? Foals?” Nightmare asked as they walked, leading to Pipsqueak stopping in his tracks.

Pip thought carefully about the questions, with her never asking him such before. He didn’t want to make Nightmare mad, lest she possibly do something against him, so he simply smiled. “I only want to be by your side as long as possible, my Queen. Nothing comes before ya.” Pip said, and was surprised at how naturally those words had parted from his lips.

Nightmare felt her heart melt some at Pip’s innocent, undoubtedly loyal answer, such dedication to her displayed in those simple words. “Come Pip, I require your services in my room again.” Nightmare said as they reached her chamber door, sending him inside before looking to her two door-guards. “You two are dismissed for the night, and tell the next posting that they’re also off-duty.”

Getting a strange look from the guards, but with them saluting and nodding, Nightmare smiled as she then followed Pip into her candlelit bedchamber.

Nightmare had decided such loyalty from Pip deserved to be rewarded, and she had a perfect idea how.

Author's Note

* - the (non-canon) name of the language of Equestrians.

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Well, so begins another story of foals and adults being naughty together!