The Night Before the Last Summer Sun Celebration
Celestia. The delusional fool! The usurper! Strutting around Equestria for a thousand years, pretending like she owned the place. It never really belonged to her. It belongs to me, Nightmare Moon. And now that I've returned from her pathetic banishment and banished her in turn, Equestria is mine once more!
Oh, it feels good to get a little revenge after all this time! For too long I've been trapped in the moon, wasting away my nights, fuming over what she did to me, my own sister! Such a betrayal can only be repaid by absolute desolation.
I walk out onto the balcony outside my sister's former bedchambers, bathing myself in the wonderful night, basking in my sister's absence. It feels good to be rid of her – it feels very good.
There's a slight twinge under my tail, making it twitch.
Somehow, it makes me think of a time long ago ... long before my banishment, even. His name had been Clover Breeze, a charming and innocent little colt, my first ever... I was merely a filly back then. I came up to him, sliding over his belly as I reached up toward his face. Grabbing hold of his mane, I pulled his head down the rest of the way and kissed him deeply. The need was burning in me now, though I didn't know what it was. But kissing him felt good, it felt right. It felt even better as I snuggled into place on top of him, straddling his lithe young body and letting his warm cock slide on my underbelly.
I shake my head slightly, clearing out the ancient memories. The sweet release of escaping my banishment seems to have woken up other desires ... things I've been repressing since long before my sister and I had our little disagreement.
The memory of another colt comes to me, Pepper Zest. He'd come up behind me, just as I'd planned, as I 'searched for bandages' in a bottom drawer. And he'd taken me, that innocent little virgin colt, he'd taken me like a feral stallion – not even asking for permission. He'd had all the permission he needed from just looking at my little filly body.
I breathe deep in the blessedly cool night air. I haven't let myself dally with such innocent colts for thousands of years, not since long before my banishment. The old me – the weak, mewling Luna – had somehow decided that it wasn't right to take advantage of them. But I know different now. I'm stronger now than Luna ever was. It was I who vanquished Celestia, not her. And I am a mare who knows what is rightfully mine, who isn't afraid to take it.
Now, there's not a single pony in all of Equestria who can stop me, who can tell me it's 'wrong'.
Oh yes, I decide, I have some very neglected needs to take care of. And ponies won't be expecting the sunrise for hours yet. I have time for a little dalliance or two before I leave to crash Celestia's big party in Ponyville... Just enough time to seek out a nice, innocent colt. The kind I've been missing.
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Hovering silently on my ebony wings, I approach one of the many windows available to me and peer inside, already hoping to see what I desire.
But no. While I do find myself looking in on a bedroom, the large single bed is occupied by a soundly sleeping elderly couple ... far too old to potentially have any young children in the neighboring rooms. I shall have to search elsewhere.
I glide over to another building, again looking in through the window. Inside is a multilevel loft, full of bookshelves, but empty. No sign of life there save for a pile of disturbed books and a torn, discarded yet still gift-wrapped present.
With a low growl, I soar off to yet another building. Surely there is a suitable colt somewhere in Canterlot!
The next window I try shows me a stallion at least – with a white coat and distinctive blue mane. A high-ranking Royal Guard uniform hangs on a rack near his bed. For a moment, I'm tempted. It would be so deliciously devastating to dominate one of Celestia's guard officers, reminding him all the while that he failed to protect his princess, watching his mind break one thrust at a time until he finally vows to serve the Queen of the Night...
But the thought doesn't make my tail twitch like the idea of having a fresh, innocent colt. There will be time to torment any remaining Celestial loyalists later. For now, I want – I need – something else, something I've been denying myself for far too long.
And in the next window I try, I find exactly that. Inside this one, I find the bedroom of a young unicorn colt, likely a child of nobility, if the opulence of the room is any indication. His curly brown mane almost entirely covers his little horn, and his russet red coat contrasts sharply with the pale green bedsheets he's tightly tucked into. Oh, and the way he sleeps so peacefully, with almost a hint of a smile on his innocent little lips... Oh yes, he will do nicely. He's adorable, and he's the perfect little colt to help me with this little problem I've been carrying around for thousands of years now.
For a brief moment, I form my body into a star-specked floating cloud, easily seeping through the tiny cracks around the edge of the window. Once inside, I re-form into the magnificent Queen of the Night, licking my lips as I stealthily approach the little colt's bed.
Perhaps a bit of foreplay? It's been ages since I walked among the dreams of my subjects, though once it was the only place I could dare meet with the lovely little colts I craved. A slight glow emanates from my horn, connecting to him through a dark blue tendril of magic.
I find myself standing in a sunny hoofball field. Hissing, I cover my face with a wing, shielding myself from the bright abomination in the sky. Even in the Dream Realm, the accursed thing burns. But as my slitted eyes narrow and adjust, I find the red colt. He's running around the field, kicking the ball back and forth with a couple colorful fillies. In the strange way of dreams, there's nopony else around, and yet he doesn't seem to notice or care. Nor does he notice me, even when the three of them pass practically between my legs.
This will work, though. This will do nicely. For my first change, I lower the accursed sun, replacing it with my beautiful moon and stars.
The colt does notice this, stopping for a moment to look up.
While he's not paying attention, I take the opportunity to send a tendril of magic through both of the little dream fillies by his side. They are mine now. They will do my bidding.
After just a moment, the colt shrugs off the change in the sky – as one does in dreams – and kicks the ball back toward the two fillies.
Under my control now, though, they don't kick it back. They ignore the ball completely as they slowly come toward him.
He's confused, backing away a step from the hungry, lustful looks on their cute little faces. But he doesn't back away fast enough, not nearly. And my fillies catch him, coming up on either side and grabbing him just hard enough to keep him there. Their hooves wander, stroking across his red fur and exploring his body.
As the two fillies begin nuzzling his neck, he twists his head around to look at them. “Day Lily? Buttercup? What's going on? I thought we were playing hoofball...”
Instead of answering, I have them step in front of him, facing away. They lift their tails in unison, presenting themselves right in front of him. A little extra twinge of my magic makes both of them wink in synchronous lust, juices dripping from them like full-grown mares in heat.
The colt stares at them, his mouth gaping. His lips begin to move, as if he's trying to say something, but even in his own dream, he's left speechless.
I have one of the fillies – the yellow one – come around next to him and shove him forward, while the other stays perfectly in place, begging to be bred like a mare.
And then it happens, the glorious, delicious moment when the colt's curiosity overcomes his shock and fear. Slowly, he raises a hoof up, tentatively sliding it over the other filly's soft, eager cunt.
Once he does that, I have the other filly lean down under his belly, beginning to lick the edges of his sheath, and then his little colt shaft as it begins to bulge outward. The colt is clearly confused ... but also quickly becoming aroused. As his cock grows further, the yellow filly begins to take it into her mouth, which makes him moan slightly and close his eyes.
With a satisfied smirk, I leave his dream, returning to his bedroom. The dream fillies will be fueled only by his subconscious now.
When I look him over this time, the innocent little smile on his sleeping face is gone. He's still sleeping, but now his brows are furrowed, his eyes twitch under their lids ... he looks troubled.
But he's forming such a lovely little tent in the sheets between his legs.
After casting a couple quick spells to ensure that we won't be disturbed, I edge closer to his bed. Closer... Until finally I'm breathing right up against his ear. “Wake up, little one,” I whisper, “your Queen has a task for you.”
He stirs a little, pulling his covers up higher around his neck ... but he doesn't wake.
I lean in even closer. This time, instead of saying anything, I trace my long, flexible tongue along the edge of his ear.
The ear twitches, twitches again. And with a sudden intake of breath, the colt awakens. He squirms away from the wetness of my tongue, turning to face me. His eyes go wide and his face goes pale. “N-N-Nightmare Moon!”
I can see my reflection in his eyes – the sparkles in my billowing mane, the cold gleam from my blue helmet against my black fur, the sharp points of white teeth in my predatory grin.
He screams – wordless terror eventually morphing into desperate pleas for his mother, his father, his brother.
For a moment, I wonder how old that brother is... But he can wait. For now, I'm just enjoying the show: the colt's cries get more and more desperate, until they begin to fade. He turns back to look at me, his legs shaking. Oh, the look in his eyes when he realizes that no one is coming to save him ... it's priceless! No sound will escape the silencing spell I cast.
No force could possibly open the window or door, either, now that my locking spell has sealed them shut. And that's why I do nothing but watch, smiling in satisfaction, as he first runs to the door, frantically trying to open it.
It's a little bit disappointing that the window doesn't even occur to him. He just backs up to the door, trembling there and staring up at me. Unfortunately, the delicious look of despair in his eyes is replaced by one of frantic delusion. “You're ... you're not real! This must be just a bad dream!”
I roll my eyes. Of course my sister would have spread such rumors. And with a thousand years to work in, she seems to have convinced ponies that I do not exist. The fools will pay for that. For now, though, I stalk closer to the little colt, until he's pressed as far back against the door as he can get. “Oh, I am very real,” I whisper as I approach.
“Get back!” he yells, trying to shoo me away with his hoof, as if that could possibly work. As if his pathetic words could have any power over even a dream creature, much less somepony as powerful as me. “You're just a nightmare! You're not real!”
I have him pinned against the door now. “Oh, I am a nightmare,” I say, “the Nightmare.”
He's frozen in place, even as I bring my face right up in front of his.
I kiss him, right on his quivering lips. His eyes flash open wide; he tries to pull away. Grabbing his head, holding him in place with my powerful mane, I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding into his mouth, invading him, exploring every bit.
Once I'd had enough, I pull away just slightly, slithering my prehensile tongue out from between his lips sensuously, then using it to lick my own. I've probably just stolen his first kiss. “Does that feel real to you?” I ask.
“Get away from me!” he screams, ducking beneath my hooves and running back toward his bed. “You're evil!”
“Evil?” I say, turning to watch him as he squirms back under the blankets and covers his head. “I simply prefer the night...” Covering himself was a simpleton's mistake, a childish move ... so innocent and fresh. Now he can't see me as I come up to the side of his small bed. “And I am willing to”— I grab his delicious little balls through the sheets —“take what I want!”
He freezes in place, not daring to move while I have such a hold on his vulnerable colt parts. I make certain to enjoy myself, feeling the delicate play and give as I fondle his little plums ... they'll just now be getting ripe and juicy, waiting for just the right filly to come along and enjoy their first harvest. Whichever little filly might be destined to enjoy him, she'll have to wait – she'll have to settle for gleaning what little I leave. Because his first harvest is mine.
I feel the twinge of my pussy lips winking under my rising tail. I'm already so wet... I want him now! Releasing my hold on him, I whip the sheets off the bed, exposing him.
His horn immediately lights, shooting a bolt of energy straight at me... And it dissipates harmlessly into my mane. I didn't have to even think about stopping him. His best shot would barely be enough to tickle. Not that it meant he would get away with it, not a chance. “Oh, you will pay for that one, foolish brat. And in the currency of my choosing.”
And with that, the hope finally dies in him, I can see it in his eyes. He cringes down even lower. “I... I'm sorry. I won't do it again!”
“Are you ready to serve your Queen?”
He gulps. “I'll ... I'll do whatever you want.”
“You may address me as 'my Queen', 'Your Majesty', or simply 'Mistress.'”
“Okay, um, my Queen, I'll—”
“Silence!” My snarl shuts him up immediately. Good. He's learning. “You are my servant now, my slave, my pet. You will speak only when asked a direct question.”
He nods.
Good, not quite as stupid as he looks. It's time he's introduced to his task. With a graceful twirl, I turn around, now looking back at him over the curve of my glorious flanks. My glowing tail rises, displaying my winking, dripping pussy looming over him. “Lie flat on your back and serve your Queen.”
He obviously doesn't understand how he will be serving, but he does lie down on his back as commanded. That's enough ... for now. Understanding will come in time. If I wanted a colt who understood what was going on, I wouldn't seek out one so young.
Holding him perfectly still with the curling tendrils of my mane, I lower myself down toward his face. I hold still, the dripping slit of my pussy scarcely a hoof-length away from his nose, caring not for where I might be dribbling my warm juices. He will be coated in them soon enough. More interestingly, I begin to see his cock bulging. The view, perhaps even the smell, is having an effect on the young colt. Perfect.
Just one last little detail to see to... “If you dare bite me, child, I shall bite back. You will not enjoy the results – my teeth are far sharper than yours.”
His answering gulp is audible even from behind me.
Ugh, I feel so hot back there under my tail! Enough with the preliminaries – I want it. I want it now! Without another word, I press my sopping-wet cunt onto the colt's muzzle. Some sort of protest from him is muffled between my nether lips. I don't care.
What's important is the feeling of his mouth against my entrance, his lovely soft little lips moving as he struggles to speak, struggles for air. I moan, deep and low, finally consummating the profane kiss I've been missing for untold centuries. It's like I can feel this colt's innocence, his purity, boiling up into me as I steal it from him.
But it's not quite enough. No ... I deserve far more after waiting for so long! And this colt just isn't getting the idea. “Lick, idiot child! Lick! Your Queen commands you!”
Yes, there it is! His darling little tongue ventures out, tasting the very edges of my slit before diving blindly into my cunt.
He laps at my needy flesh, unskilled and effortful ... but the very naivete of his fumbling efforts drives me to grind my wet cunt against his face more firmly, rubbing myself on him, masturbating myself with his adorable little face. He will forever be claimed as property of Nightmare Moon. He shall be my plaything, his innocence mine to corrupt. I shall use him in any way I see fit, until he is too worn out, too grown and jaded to give me any further pleasure, and then I shall revel in throwing him to the curb, disposing of him as a piece of used-up waste. His virginity, his purity, his childhood ... they will all be mine and mine alone, forever!
And look, what a promising subject for the Queen of the Night! His cock is emerging rapidly now, growing to an impressive size for such a small colt, though still smaller than any full-grown stallion.
I touch it, rub my hoof slowly across its length. “You like this, don't you, my slave?”
He mumbles something against my pussy lips, and his cock twitches even more firmly.
While I amuse myself with teasing his as-yet-unused cock and adorable little balls, he keeps licking ... until, as so many young colts have before, he finds my winking clit – quite by accident I am sure.
But the effect is nonetheless profound. I throw my head back, letting out a deep moan of satisfaction, abandoning any efforts with his cock as I shove myself down on his face with reckless abandon. “There! Yes! Do it again – make your Mistress cum! Give yourself to me!”
And yes, blessed child, he's doing it! He so obviously lacks nuance and restraint, but it doesn't matter anymore. I don't care. I...
With a quivering groan, I feel my body's sweet release for the first time in centuries. My pussy convulses around nothing but the colt's tiny tongue, dousing his face with a spray of my marecum – a mark that will make him mine for all the long years of my eternal night.
He's mumbling something, struggling with all his might. Oh my – I may have pressed a bit too hard and cut off his air supply. I don't care. I stay there, my legs trembling as I rock my hips against his face, prolonging one of the sweetest orgasms I have ever felt. Only when the very last aftershocks of my climax have faded do I lift myself up off of him and turn around to see what I've done, to see the purity and innocence I have despoiled ... to see whether he's still breathing.
The colt gasps in deep breaths, the short fur on his face matted with my lunar nectar. Oh, the look in his eyes... He's staring up at the ceiling, seeing nothing ... or perhaps he's seeing dark blue pussy lips descending on his face over and over again, the bright pink inside winking out and dripping onto him, his muzzle pressing against the perfect royal ass cheeks of his Queen, his mistress, his owner.
And yet, he must enjoy the visions now permanently imprinted into his mind. His cock twitches harder than ever underneath me, as if begging for entry.
When he recovers enough to look at me, I smile down at him as sweetly as I can manage. It still makes him cringe away – probably the teeth. But I stroke his cock gently with one hoof, brushing a bit of his curly brown mane out his face with the other. “You want me, don't you? You want your Queen to take your virginity.”
Without speaking, he nods slowly, not taking his eyes away from mine.
“Behold,” I tell him, “for I am a true and generous Queen. No desire could be more noble than to offer to the Queen of the Night what she lusts for. I shall grant your desire...” Even as I finish speaking, I use my hoof on his cock to help position him in just the right place, edging my body into position as well.
His eyes slide down from my face, down my body, lingering on my teats for just a moment before locking on to the place where my pussy lips drool against the firm head of his diminutive cock.
I do not ask him if he is ready – that does not matter. All will serve their Queen, whether they will it or no. I press myself downward, my wet pussy lips easily gliding open and enveloping his small tip. And I continue, sliding more of his shaft inside my already-clenching pussy. I do not stop until I have hilted his little cock completely inside my warm depths.
I can feel his every twitch, the rhythm of his hammering heartbeat, of his panted breaths.
“How does it feel,” I ask him, “to give your virginity to the ruler of all Equestria?”
His eyes have rolled up toward the back of his head, and his tongue is sticking out slightly. If not for his efforts to hump upward with his hips, to reach out his hooves and grab my legs, I may have thought him fainted. I stymy those efforts, of course. He is my plaything, and nothing else. He will only touch me if he is commanded to touch me.
His cock is not as filling as a full-grown stallion. Certainly it does not reach as deep or stretch as satisfyingly. But the source of my entertainment is seeing the way he squirms beneath me, seeing his face lose all composure as he's overwhelmed by a first sexual experience far more intense than even most adult stallions are prepared for.
And his reactions only grow more delicious as I begin to move, grinding my hips back and forth without ever letting him slip out of my cunt in the slightest. His urgently twitching cock rocks back and forth inside me, sliding across my inner walls, touching me in places where I have ever so missed being touched.
With a suddenness that nearly startles me, he blinks back to lucidity, staring straight up at me. His face is blushing red, his lips tightly pursed, as if holding something back.
“Speak,” I command him, not pausing for even a moment in my motions.
“Miss-Mistress! I feel like I'm gonna... I need to— I'm— unh!”
I feel his flare swelling deep inside my pussy, growing nearly as wide as a grown stallion's cock. It's just the stretching feel, the stimulation I need.
“Hold,” I snarl through clenched teeth. “If you finish before I do, I will have you ravaged by every bat pony who yet lives!”
His already-russet face reddens even more as he struggles to hold himself back.
And yet, his struggle is none of my concern. I move myself faster and faster upon him, reveling in the feeling – the fringes of his flare sliding up and down deep inside my pussy, caressing long-neglected sensitive spots.
My second orgasm hits me with no warning, flowing through me with an electric thrill that reminds me of when I first took control from weak, pathetic Luna. It wells up from the colt's unspoiled cock, reverberating through my whole body. Even my mane shimmers and sparkles in delight as I finally take what I have needed for so very long.
There is no time to revel in the glory of it as I come down from my second climax, though. The colt's cock is already throbbing. I feel the first little squirt of his orgasm flow upward toward my womb.
But that will be the only one he gets. In a flash, I pull myself up and off of him. His flared tip comes free with nearly no effort at all, flopping down wetly onto his belly. The next gush of seed coats his chest and neck.
That isn't good enough, not after the way he attempted to attack me.
With my front hooves, I take hold of his spasming cock and aim it. With my ethereal mane, I pry his lips apart, forcing his jaw open as he stares down at his own flared tip.
The next spurt lands perfectly in his mouth, the tail of it splattering against his lips. More and more comes, each splash of it expertly aimed as he spews it directly into his own mouth. Any excess drips and sputters across his face, mixing with the juices I've already left there.
I only release his cock after the remaining spurts no longer have the energy to get all the way into his mouth. I allow them to drain against his chest ... and I must admit, he managed to be quite prolific, especially for a colt so young. Perhaps someday – through years of dedicated service – he may gain the privilege of filling my royal cunt with such an immense load. I do think I shall enjoy that.
His tongue moves, trying to force the pool of his own cum out of his mouth. A little bit of it succeeds in dribbling over his lips.
“No!” I clamp his mouth shut with my magic.
He breathes heavily, the huge wad of cum still in his mouth. He obviously doesn't understand his punishment yet.
“Swallow it.”
His eyes go wide. He even manages to shake his head slightly, despite my tight magical grip.
“I told you that you would pay for attacking me.” With my mane, I plug up his nostrils, leaving him no choice if he cares to remain breathing. “Now swallow it.”
With a bit of a queasy look, he squeezes his eyes shut, tenses his entire body ... and then I see the bulge go down his throat. I allow him to open his mouth, and he gasps in deep breaths of air. I can see that there's hardly any cum left inside. Merely a slight sheen.
I uncover his nose as well, loosening the other restraints of my mane at the same time. “Well done,” I purr down at him. “Tell me, colt, what is your name?”
“M-my name is Cinnamon, Mistress.”
“Well done, Cinnamon. Perhaps if you continue to please me, I shall some day see fit to make you a slave in my personal harem.”
His eyes widen.
“For now, though, your Queen has other pressing matters to attend to.” I alight from him and his bed, settling back down on the floor. “Remain here, and try to pretend this was all a dream if you wish. Though...” Looking meaningfully at the damp places on his bed, I grin, showing my razor-sharp teeth. “... I think there is more than enough evidence to prove otherwise.”
He's curling up into a ball now, rocking back and forth just in front of his sodden pillow.
“The sun will never return for you again, but I will. Prepare your body.” With that, I transform back into a swirl of sparkling smoke and filter back out through his window. The locking and soundproofing spells evaporate into the night just as elusively as their creator.
I have places to be – sunrise would occur in less than an hour, if my sister still ruled. Even in my incorporeal form, I shall have to race to arrive in time to spoil the party. After all, there will never be another Summer Sun Celebration. I will never again get a chance to crush one beneath my hooves and watch Celestia's precious day ponies tremble in shock and terror.
Oh, the looks on their faces will be priceless. Almost as priceless as the touch of an uncorrupted colt. Almost.
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