Nightmare & Daybreak

by AmethystMare

Rating: mature
Tags: Nightmare Moon, Princess Luna, Porn, Fluttershy, Daybreaker, Princess Celestia, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 15277

Arctic is sent away to please the royals of Equestria in a most unusual way...

Arctic is quite happy in his life with Fluttershy: his dominantly loving mistress who cares for him in every way. Particularly when he's bound and at her service.

However, when Fluttershy receives a very interesting letter, he is trussed up and shipped off with the Royal Canterlot chariot service to the one place in Equestria that he never thought he'd ever set hoof in with his shaft, well...

It's a rather embarrassing position to be put in but Arctic's limits are about to be pushed and broken past the point that he never thought possible.

Kinks include: M/F, femdom, BDSM, heavy bondage, watersports, inflation, lactation, group sex, slavery, dungeon, encasement, latex.

Published 2018-10-19 19:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-09 16:22:40 UTC

Chapter One

Author's Note

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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This story has four chapters and one chapter will be released every week until its completion. Thank you for reading along!

Chapter One

Nightmare & Daybreak
Chapter One

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous

“Oh my...”

Fluttershy held a hoof to her mouth as her eyes skimmed the letter, held before her in the mouth of her adoring pet: a stallion that went by the name of Arctic. Of course, he was not often called Arctic in her presence and even less frequently so when he was lying on the ground obediently at her hooves. Or in bondage, latex fetish gear, blindfolds, wearing the mark of her whips... There were many ways to treat a pet and she was one dominant mare, in particular, who seemed especially eager to explore each and every last one of them.

The Pegasus before her blinked but knew well enough to not interrupt her to ask what she was, his white coat of fur gleaming with good health. Despite being abused by the standards of many (rather boring) ponies, he was treated very well by his mistress and, subsequently, was in the best of health. His mane shimmered as if she had lavished attention on it day in and day out but it was, more accurately, a combination of an exceptionally healthful diet and having his nose stuck between her thighs, slurping up her juices multiple times each and every day. If he was lucky, that was.

“Well, well, well, pet, this is very interesting indeed!”

Her voice lilted up in a singsong fashion as she pushed the paper away; taking the cue, he set it neatly onto the side table and rolled it up with his hooves and a wing, taking great care not to fold or crease the scroll in any way. There was no way to replace the seal on it, though it was not one he recognised from his work around Ponyville, so he laid that neatly on top, balanced perfectly on the raised curve.

What was it? He burned with curiosity, nerves tingling through his skin as if he was taken by a sudden fever, head tilting to the side. It was the closest he was allowed to get to a question without her explicit permission to ask further questions and she caught it instantly, toying with him and smiling as if she might allow his curiosity or she might not. She clearly had him well and truly within her control and utilised that control to the very best of her ability, keeping him on the edge in more ways than one.

“Oh, pet... You are so very curious, aren’t you?” She crooned, running her hoof down the length of his mane. “I could just let you find out for yourself... That would be sweet, but I wouldn’t be there to enjoy it for myself, so maybe not...”

She locked her gaze on him even as he leaned into her hoof, shivering lightly. It was easier to just go along with what she needed him to do, what she needed him to be, if only because it meant that he reaped the rewards: both pleasurable and painful. And that was the very best part of their relationship, exploring the depths of pony debauchery as their relationship strengthened and deepened.

Love? Maybe one day. But there was certainly something more there and it was that something more that made Arctic get up with a smile each and every day. That was if he wasn’t wearing a gag of some sort overnight, of course. But that was an even better kind of smile at the end of the day!

“Oh, little one...”

Fluttershy scratched him behind the ear as his eyes half-closed, the pink butterfly-shaped tag on his collar jingling faintly. His leg lifted from the carpet and he grunted softly, leaning into her touch and affection like an addict craving a hit. It was only fortunate that she was more than happy to dole out just what he needed as it was what she needed too.

“Pet... Your services are required in Canterlot.”

Arctic’s jaw dropped, the pony comically doing a double-take. Canterlot? What on earth would anyone there want with him? And what services? His lips parted as if to blurt out another question – and one not allowed this time – but she yanked the leash clipped to his collar sharply, dragging him off to the bedroom. She giggled, blue eyes sparkling and tugged harder, demanding he kept up even as she trotted ahead, the leash drawing taut.

“Come, pet! We must, as Rarity would say, ensure that one is dressed fit for royalty!”

However, the attire that she forced him into was hardly what he would have considered suitable for royalty, whatever that meant. He’d never quite got the hang of Rarity’s mannerisms, although Fluttershy brought her over from time to time and he’d serve them tea. If Rarity wanted to abuse him too and have her fun, he wasn’t so much focused on what she was saying and how she was saying it, only pleasing her in the best and only way a pet of his stature could.

The clothing was not so much clothing, however, than fetish gear, a latex harness outfitting him with the very best that Fluttershy had to offer from her extensive collection, each intersection of shiny latex joined with a glistening O-ring that stood out against his coat. The harness cupped his backside too, seeming to dig into his buttocks as if it was to show him off all the more, and reached under his stomach too, although it went nowhere near hiding his sheath and rather accentuated it, drawing the eye down.

But the harness was not the main ensemble; something that she hoped would set her in good stead in sending her very best pet pony to Canterlot castle. Fluttershy sang to herself as she trussed him up, trying for a hogtie before acquiescing that he needed a little bit more training in flexibility before he could pull off that position, which was rather extreme for a pony. He groaned and folded his ears back, lips working as if to ask further questions, but she seemed to know just what he was going for, clicking her tongue sharply against the roof of her mouth and slapping a gag between his teeth.

“I didn’t say you could talk, colt!”

Whimpering, he backed off, holding his wings tucked down to his back as she forced them too into a bondage sleeve, pinned down and out of the way for anyone who wanted to make use of him. The gag was too big for his mouth and he strained to keep it where it needed to be, jaws already aching as he was bound and tied to within an inch of his life. The gag though... It was impossible to ignore, making him drool as horribly as ever but he welcomed the sensation and the humiliation, trusting, as always, that his mistress knew best. She would not lead him astray.

“Now... Aren’t you a pretty sight?”

Giggling, Fluttershy fluttered her eyelashes at him, although he warranted that she would have behaved differently in other company. But that did not matter as he was locked into two spreader bars between his front and hind hooves, tail hiked with a latex cuff at the base, holding it up and tied off to the back of his collar. The collar was a staple of his attire, a slip of black with Fluttershy’s cutie mark dangling from it, and would not be removed even if he was being sent away, his mistress leaving her mark on him wherever she went.

But what could require him to be sent off to Canterlot dressed up as if he was about to spend an evening in her basement dungeon? He never had the chance to ask though, not that he actually needed to know. His position and role was to obey and do what she bid of him, not to ask questions. He only hoped that things would not escalate too far or too swiftly for him to keep up or at least have some semblance of enjoying just how tightly he was bound, cock throbbing and slipping from his fat, plumped out sheath with raw, aching need.

He groaned. Just how long had it been since she’d allowed him to get off? It wasn’t that he was restrained, per se, but the forced, multiple orgasms that drained him of every last ounce of resistance he may or may not have had. It also served to keep his balls constantly in overdrive, swollen and needy and constantly aching to replenish the cum she drained from him daily – or just forced into other parts of his body, just to see how much he would inflate from it. It was one of her favourite games.

“Oh... Don’t look so sad...”

Arctic didn’t think he looked sad at all but he appreciated the kiss Fluttershy dropped on his nose, a rarity at best, very much all the same.

“It’ll all be revealed shortly, pet!”

A neigh sounded outside, challenging and demanding, and Fluttershy started upright with a grin.

“Oh! They’re here already!”

Forcing him to hobble along with the spreader bars effectively limiting his movement. He shouldn’t have been able to move very much at all but a weird kind of shuffling waddle was within his realm of capability, although perhaps the fact that his mistress was right there brandishing a flogger was incentive enough to find some way to make it work.

He baulked at the front door, casting her a plaintive look, but Fluttershy merely gave him a hard look and clicked her tongue at him.

“Walking on, pet.”

And what choice did he have but to brave the outside world, cheeks burning and cock softening just a little, although that did not make his situation any better as it did not fully retract into the safety of his sheath, hanging soft and floppy. Outside lay a royal chariot with two white-coated guards who kept their eyes studiously averted, though he chanced that he caught a snicker on the face of one of them, however brief it was.

“There you go, pet... Now, you will tell me all about your adventures when you’re back!”

It wasn’t a question and he whined, trying to clamp his tail down as she secured him in place on the back of the chariot, mindful of the fact that he would otherwise be at risk of sliding off in midair if she did not ensure he was tucked into place. A couple of eye rings – they really had thought of everything – in the floor of the chariot served well enough to lock his hooves down with a short length of latex chain. She wouldn’t have wanted the constant clinking of manacles to drive the royal guards insane as they transported their precious cargo, after all!

He grunted and strained to break free, frantic in the final moments, although his cock was hard once more, jerking and slapping up against his own stomach, as the guard snapped out their thanks, professional and clipped to the end. But Fluttershy only patted him on the head and waved him off happily, a rosy tint to her cheeks as her smile stretched her lips wider and wider.

“Such an honour to have one of my pets called! Be very good now! And remember to tell me everything, pet, or I’ll be sorely disappointed with you!”

The guards coughed and one definitely snickered that time but Arctic could not say anything in turn, hiding his face as the stallions reared, flinging themselves into a gallop from which they could spread their wings and launch themselves into the air, muscles working and grinding to take them into the heavens themselves. They only cast a passing glance back at the mess he was making on the floor of the chariot, cock splattering with need and desire as his shaft twitched and throbbed, illicit desire getting the better of him in the heat of the moment.

Waving him off with a decidedly wicked smile on her lips, Fluttershy called out one last thing to her pet as he was whisked higher and higher in the chariot, eyes wide and pleading. There would be many tales for him to return with but, for now at least, the Pegasus mare rather fancied some finely made tea. It would simply be a change to brew it for herself in his absence.

“Be good, pet!”

As if he could aspire to anything else.

Chapter Two

Nightmare & Daybreak
Chapter Two

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous

“Where are you taking me? Are you taking me to the castle? How long is the flight going to last? You know I can fly myself, right?”

The guards snorted and exchanged a look, beating their wings a little more rapidly as they approached Canterlot castle with due haste. Halfway through the flight, they had made the schoolboy error of removing Arctic’s ball gag and, well, they’d regretted it ever since. There was little the stallion could do to object when he was locked down in place with his cock, blessedly, mostly back inside its sheath, but he still did his best to show his displeasure and find out just what was happening to him. After all, he didn’t have to be submissive to the guards like he was to his mistress and he wasn’t about to be trotted all over by everypony and anypony!

“The castle?” He gaped as it came into sight, quivering in his bonds, although that could have been from the altitude. “You’re taking me to the castle? Who wants me there? There has to be some mistake!”

But the Pegasus guards were not about to pause and allow him to escape or find some way out of his predicament, as tantalising as it was in principle. It wasn’t as if he’d actually been out of Fluttershy’s cottage in bondage and the sensation was oddly liberating, his status on clear display as the guards flew him to the highest tower of Canterlot castle and unlocked his bonds and removed the spreader bars, allowing him at least in part to walk of his own free will. There was little free will to be had, however, when the taller of the two guards clipped a leash awkwardly to the collar and jingled it like he would with a pet dog, calling Arctic after him as they delved into the castle to seek out the two important figures who had called him there in the first place.

For there could only be two important princesses who had summoned him to Canterlot castle, the central hub of everything in Equestria.

He hesitated before the ballroom, a blush in his cheeks at being treated like nothing more than a pet out in public, although there had, blessedly, not been anyone in the hallways to ogle and gawp at him, the walking kink show of submission. The guards did not knock: they were already expected to hurry in with their charge.

And Arctic still gasped to see the princesses of Equestria – two of them, at least – seated on the throne as he was ushered in, the guard accidentally snapping the leash taut and yanking him forward with a huff and a heave in his haste. Princess Luna smirked a little at his attire and he swore that Celestia smiled just a little bit wider but it was hard to focus on them when he was trying to think about walking a little too much. Should he bow? Panic flooded the stallion and he tripped over his own hooves in his haste to get down on the floor. Yes, he should definitely be bowing!

“Arctic,” Celestia said as pleasantly as if they were sitting down for tea together. “It is a delight to see you here and that your mistress was able to send her pet on for our attention.”

The stallion shuddered, tongue as thick in his mouth as if he was actually gagged.

“I... Um...”

Well, they must have known about him being a pet to Fluttershy if they said that, so what could he say against their will?

“I’m glad to be of service...princesses?”

He was hardly questioning their status as princesses but his position there, shuffling his hooves and looking down at the floor at his feet. He’d never stood on such a luxurious rug before, the red one that ran all the way up to the magnificent, golden thrones, and Arctic swallowed hard, ears flicking back.

“It is a pleasure to have you here,” Luna interjected smoothly, perhaps a little more at home with dealing with those of Arctic’s stature. “It was kind of your mistress to send you as we have...a particular problem to solve and deal with here.”

The stallion gaped and closed his jaw a moment later: sharply.

“Oh... Oh my...”

He almost sounded like Fluttershy then, stumbling over his words as Princess Luna took the helm and smoothed out the awkwardness like the true diplomat and princess of the night she was. The words washed over him, their commanding air at least comforting, and he found himself relaxing, leaning into her words as the guards quietly dropped his leash and left the throne room. There was no further need for their services when Arctic was safe and right where he needed to be.

“Of course, your set of skills came in high regard and, stallion, I have seen into your dreams, as you already know.”

Luna smiled kindly, referring to the letter she’d sent him after his initial liaison with Fluttershy, which had toed the line between being completely non-consensual. It was fortunate that she’d been able to see the signs of one that craved the submissive side as much as she yearned to dominate and love in that domination, luxuriating in the care having a pet permitted her.

But Arctic could not help but shift back onto his hind hooves, weight easing him away from the princesses as much as he dared. He could not flee and he didn’t want to either, trying to eye them cautiously out of the corner of his eye as he sucked in a breath. Was it okay if he did...things with them? Fluttershy had sent him there, after all, so she must have thought it was okay...

There was only one thing any stallion worth his salt lick could say.

“Um...” Arctic fumbled for words, hardly able to stay still as the guards flanked him attentively. “I hope I will be of service to you, princesses... I promise I’ll do my very, very best to please you.”

Princess Celestia sat up a little straighter.

“Oh!” Her lips parted in evident surprise. “It’s not us, Arctic, who require your services. But perhaps I should take you to meet them right away.”

“Yes,” Luna agreed. “Let us not delay a moment longer.”

Celestia stood, horn glowing to golden life as she summoned a staircase in the middle of the throne room, the stairs descending seemingly into the very depths of the castle. Arctic gulped, fear showing in a white rim around his irises.

“With us, pet stallion.”

And, so, Arctic followed as obediently on the heels of the princesses, wondering just who or what awaited him at the bottom of the stairs. He would have done well to protest more because he could never have imagined just who was waiting on him, the demon mares who haunted the dreams of many a citizen of Equestria.

But it was far too late to turn back.

Down and down the stairs he went with only the light of Celestia and Luna’s horns to guide him. And he had to trust them, for he had no reason not to and they held the weight of his fate in their royal hooves. He only hoped they would not abuse it too much; yet the stallion was not to know what they were leading him into.

He paused at the bottom of the steps, straining to see beyond the light of their horns. He was in some sort of cave, the hint of crystals lining the walls as if he was edging down into the catacombs themselves, but he could not see much further, no matter how hard he squinted and peered.

“I don’t understand,” he said, voice eerily loud in the abject stillness. “What am I –”

And then two spots of blue and crackling flame flared into roaring life in the darkness, blinding as he yelped and jumped back, rubbing his eyes. Celestia sighed, although a quick spell had prevented her and her sister from being similarly blinded.

“Must you do that?”

A cackle rose from the darkness, light returning to the cave system, which was swiftly revealed to double as a prison for the two most dangerous beings in Equestria and beyond. Two beings that shouldn’t have existed at all, if the legends were to be taken as truth.

“Oh, but it’s so much fun to catch you off guard, my lesser half!”

The demon of Daybreaker, the image of what Celestia could become if she ever fell truly prey to the darkness inside her, flounced and pranced, lifting her hooves up high as she perfected the detail of piaffe. It was a high-class move that really only alicorns bothered with, more an act of intimidation in battle than anything else, and the white mare was intimidation in its finest, her eyes blazing and flaming mane and tail whipping wildly back and forth.

But that was nothing compared to the darker side lingering in the shadows, the essence of a nightmare taken form in the world of the living. Nightmare Moon was a more familiar figure in the world of ponies, striking terror into hearts for years until Princess Luna had brought her figure back for the sake of saving Nightmare Night. She wore her traditional helm and fetlock guards, the blue metal the shade of twilight as night clawed its way in, forcing entry to the sunlight day. Her mane sparkled, although it was with a dark light, and Nightmare Moon growled deep in the back of her throat, jaws slavering for what she deemed as her prey.

“What...”

Arctic couldn’t get any words out, frozen in place as his chest rose and fell sharply. The nightmares stalked up to a barrier, only made visible when Daybreaker tested it with the tip of a feathered wing, and paced back and forth like caged wild animals sealed away in a zoo that had not borne Celestia’s seal of approval.

“They...” Arctic worked his tongue. “What... What are they doing here?”

“Hello, little stallion,” Nightmare Moon crooned, batting her eyelashes at him. “Have you come to entertain us?”

Celestia grimaced while Luna merely rolled her eyes.

“Yes, there are our...worse selves,” Celestia said, eyeing Daybreaker cautiously as she hollowed her back, striking a pose with one foreleg raised. “We’ve separated them from our psyches the best we can... But that does not mean that they don’t exist. Sadly, they remain to exist.”

“But now...” Luna cleared her throat and cast her sister a meaningful look. “You need to do what we brought you here to do, pet stallion. Fluttershy spoke highly of your assets and stamina and, well...”

She winced as Nightmare Moon cackled, rearing back on her hind hooves.

“Oh, this is really too much!”

“They take a lot to satisfy them, if you catch my drift.”

“They need pleasure too,” Celestia was quick to add, backing away even as she spoke. “We’re not monsters.”

“Wait – what?” Arctic’s eyes widened. “You’re not seriously going to throw me in there with them?”

The barrier crackled out, leaving nothing between him and the monsters, their fangs gleaming as they approached, seemingly moving in perfect time and harmony.

“Yes, little one, you will be just fine and we’ll keep an eye on you!”

Luna ran ahead of Celestia on leaving, racing back up the stairs, although it made sense, considering just how many years she had lived as Nightmare Moon herself.

“I’m sure you will do just fine with them, Arctic!” Celestia called from the bottom of the stairs, horn flickering as if her emotions were running so high that it was difficult to keep her magic in check. “Just make sure all of their needs are met!”

“Don’t leave me here!” He squealed, kicking out as the nightmares closed in. “Princess! Princess Celestia! Princess Luna! Help me!”

“Oh, hush now, stallion, you do squall so.”

Daybreaker circled in front of him the heat of her flames forcing him back against the bars of their cell. Of course, they were infused with the strongest alicorn magic possible and did not melt, although there was no way he could bear the heat of her.

“Oh, so fragile, aren’t you?” She mocked him, flickering her mane towards him as if she controlled it at her whim. “Are you afraid of getting burned?”

“Don’t break him so soon,” Nightmare Moon hissed, fangs gleaming with saliva. “I need this release... And I’ll be the one to break him!”

Lunging for him with her magic, Nightmare Moon cackled as he was dragged towards her by his tail, the stallion crying and whimpering as he strove to flee and simply got nowhere at all. But there was something wrong and it was quickly shown as the alicorn nightmare tried to grab at him with her hooves, finding them inadequate to make the caresses that she yearned to feel without the touch of her magic. Even Daybreaker scoffed, lifting a hoof and eyeing it as if it had personally scorned her.

“We’re never going to be able to best use him like this! These hooves are so gaudy and garish! How is one meant to get anything fun done without those human hands?”

Nightmare Moon rolled her eyes, setting her helm aside. Freed of its confines, her mane flowed and undulated like the stars in the darkest night.

“Then join me and we’ll ensure we’re all suited to our desires to come. The usual?”

Daybreaker’s eyes gleamed fiercely.

“The usual!”

Arctic gasped and heaved for breath, eyes bulging, but there was nothing he could do, dangling by his tail in midair. A blast of yellow magic combined with a sliver of blue encased him from head to toe and he froze, heart pounding and mouth agape in a silent scream of terror. There was no one there to save him, although their magic didn’t hurt, his body stretching out and out as he was spun and rotated and flipped up onto his hind legs.

But it didn’t stop there, Arctic whimpering soundlessly as his hooves transformed into something more slender and delicate, separating into digits – one, two, three, four, five? Five of them? He didn’t know what they were called but he didn’t need a name for them as his hindquarters ached, shifting crudely into something better fitting an upright position, although he could not help but be glad that he kept those hooves! His mane and tail remained unchanged, but his bones crackled and groaned as his body shifted simply to allow him to stand on two legs.

His balls and cock, however, as muscle fleshed out over the rest of his body in starker definition, were rendered the greatest change. Their magic wrapped around his sheath as the demon alicorns giggled maniacally, massaging his sheath until his cock spilt out, thick and heavy and reaching up to his neck as it was crudely masturbated to full, lewd hardness. Arctic groaned and jumped at the sound – he had not realised that their magic had released him quite that much as they settled him into his new bipedal body – but was distracted as his already massive balls swelled further, pulling down to his knees as he was set down. Running, however, was completely and utterly out of the question as he staggered, fighting not to waddle as they dangled heavily, churning with cum.

The stallion blushed furiously, almost forgetting his situation as he toppled onto all fours and tried not to make a fool of himself in such a state. What the hell had they done to him? How could he support himself without hooves? But whatever they’d transformed his front hooves into seemed to do well enough at holding his torso up and he gripped the cave floor to push himself back up, although he tottered. Maybe they would be okay, after all, but he had much bigger problems to contend with.

Panting heavily, he was barely able to take in how the nightmares flashed together, yellow and blue darting together as they flicked their wings in towards one another, seamlessly rising up onto their hind legs to take bipedal forms similar to his, although certain assets both disappeared and reappeared to carnal delight. Their udders sucked back in while their chests grew bigger, separating into large, soft globes of flesh that were tipped with teats, thick and fat and already seeming to gleam with the hint of milk. Frozen in place, Arctic could not help but moan, torn between fear and arousal. It was hard to do anything when caught between two alicorns who, quite rightly, could probably snuff him out if they chose to do so. But why then had Celestia and Luna – not to mention Fluttershy! – allowed him to be left alone down there with them?

“Ah... Much better. My breasts were so sore down there, all left on their lonesome! And hands... Oh, everything is so much better when you have hands and fingers!”

Nightmare Moon rolled her eyes, although Daybreaker didn’t seem to notice, too busy massaging her breasts and tugging the teats out luxuriously as she moaned deep in the back of her throat.

“Perhaps you should give them to yourself more often then, if it keeps you entertained. Or just explain to our new stallion toy what they’re for. These are fingers,” she added, wiggling them for emphasis. “And there’s probably nothing else new for you to learn, even though you will most certainly need to work them even harder than your tongue with us, poor little pony.”

Grinning, Daybreaker massaged her ‘breasts’, if that was what they were called, teasing the teats between the strange digits on her ‘paws’, or whatever she had instead of hooves. Gulping hard, Arctic glanced back, the bars of the cage that Celestia had slammed into place on her retreat firm and unyielding. Although he had no worry that they could not escape the dungeon, that also meant that he had no hope of escaping them.

Advancing with predatory snarls, the alicorns closed in, manes and tails blazing with a furious light.

“Now, let’s get to our fun!”

It was, perhaps, not quite the fun that Fluttershy had opened the door to in his life, but there was something more growing there for sure and it wasn’t really a fair comparison. Daybreaker grabbed him, fingers digging into his arm as he was yanked forward, landing face-first into her breasts.

“Lick them!” She commanded, her voice ringing through with an imperious tone. “Or else refusing me will be the last thing you ever do!”

What choice did he have? That didn’t stop Arctic from trying to pull away, fumbling with his new hands for purchase that was not to be had on her silken smooth hide. His lips parted and she shoved her tit into his mouth, the teat fitting perfectly between his lips. The stallion could do nothing but suck automatically: an instinctive response to having anything like a teat shoved into his mouth, although the texture was different. Arctic groaned and suckled, trying to close himself off from the situation. If he didn’t think and tried not to feel, he could have been beneath Fluttershy’s stomach, groaning and suckling at her teats and udders, under the influence of one of Zecora’s potions that induced her to lactate, off in another world entirely.

Yet he still had to fight against their might and pushed against the monster’s ribcage, hands scrabbling and wings flapping to try and gain some purchase, ramming back and away. He may as well have been trying to move a brick wall, however, for all the effect he had, the alicorn hardly seeming to notice his efforts, still looming a good head taller than him in a bipedal form.

“Suck my nipples good, stallion,” she snapped, her words more of a snarl than simply a command. “Or are you not good for anything?”

“He must be worth something if Celestia and Luna sent him down here,” Nightmare Moon commented, although her eyes hungered with a less specific kind of lust than Daybreaker’s. “His hide looks so sweet...”

But Daybreak’s eyes flashed, narrowing viciously at the mere mention of the princesses who had, of course, separated and imprisoned them.

“Oh, what do they know!”

Ripping the whimpering stallion away from her breasts, Daybreaker growled viciously and shoved him onto all fours. He didn’t have to think to lunge away, crawling on all fours as he tried to move as he would have as a pony, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, a traitorous kind of moisture.

“Get back here!”

But Arctic wasn’t about to listen as he scrambled up and made a futile run for it, only to be helplessly caught up in a mass of blue magic, Nightmare Moon hefting him up into midair as if he weighed nothing at all. Of course, to her magic, he probably was as insignificant as a feather but he was not to think of that, squealing and writhing and screeching to be free once more, to leave. He wouldn’t tell anyone about them, he whimpered. Of course not, never, not a soul would know.

But the demons didn’t care about that. Nightmare Moon advanced on him, transferring her grasp of him to Daybreaker, who cackled raucously and flipped him the right way up, limbs outstretched as if he was on a cross. Fluttershy had strapped him up to one of those before and relished in pleasurably abusing him for hours on end. Arctic whined. That was a good memory. The time with the worst parts of the princesses most certainly was not.

Yet he was not to know what could and would change, his will so very fragile despite him thinking that he had an iron-clad resolve. A pet would always remain breakable but that was still to be shown. Thankfully (or perhaps not), he had the best ‘princesses’ in Equestria right there to show him just how easily he could be beaten down and broken into nothing at all.

The darkest princess smiled and twirled a sliver of blue in the air, wielding and flicking it like one would a whip – and Arctic would recognise that implement anywhere, a tool that chilled him to his very bone.

He sucked in a breath, words dancing on the tip of his tongue – and then his voice died. He couldn’t deny what made his cock throb, the illicit want sealing his lips closed once more.

“I think it’s time we teach you a lesson...”

Lifted in the hold of Daybreaker’s magic – how in Celestia’s name were they still even allowed their magic? – Arctic twisted and bellowed like a minotaur, the crack of the magical whip vicious even as it sailed through the air. It pulled back at just the right moment for the tip to speed up and whip back, a snap that made him jump and flinch, expecting pain – but Nightmare Moon was just getting warmed up. Any ‘miss’ she made was, of course, completely deliberate.

The next strike landed and then the next, layering his buttocks in a line of crimson stripes, drawing blood when she landed one over a previous stripe. Artistically, she caused him the maximum amount of pain possible, her skill impossible to ignore as she groaned and tipped in, wings fluttering as if his screams of pain were calling her in, drawing her rising need to a heated crescendo.

“I hear you,” she hissed, “and I will break you.”

Daybreaker licked her lips salaciously.

“Leave some for me!”

“But he screams so wonderfully...”

Yet there was more to come and Nightmare Moon could not amuse herself with simply whipping her quarry forever. Arctic howled and bucked, cock remaining hard as magic encased it, pulsing and massaging his shaft so that it was impossible for him to become soft even as she flayed the backs of his thighs too, drawing a burning heat to them unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Perhaps as a result of their alicorn magic, his bipedal coat seemed more sensitive than normal, every caress drawing an illicit wave of pleasure to his mind while his body screamed for relief from the pain.

Yet, no matter how he cried out, eyes watering, the alicorns would not release him, cooing and murmuring wickedly to him as they broke him down, bit by bit. His screams drew on their hunger, both alicorns salivating furiously as they hissed and played with him, teasing over his cock and balls as if they were purely there for their enjoyment. Little did Arctic know just how much he’d been reduced to a toy, no more simply a pet but an object of pleasure for the alicorns’ entertainment alone.

“Bind him!” Daybreaker snarled. “I need more! Use him! Then we can use our magic for better things...”

Nightmare Moon must have agreed with her for she slammed the pony back into the wall, chains and manacles appearing magically from the cave wall to bind him spread-eagled. Arctic squealed as his fresh cuts were scraped up, although he had no reason to fear that they would get dirt and grit into them while the demon had him in such a hold. Magic did many things and they planned on using and abusing their new toy for much longer than he would have ever dreamed of – or perhaps had a nightmare of, even.

His cock throbbed out, full and hard as if beyond his control – but everything was beyond his control now and there was nothing the poor, bound stallion could do about it. The cave wall pressed unyieldingly to his back as they advanced, hefting and caressing their breasts as if they were trying to turn him on. Yet it clearly didn’t matter if he was turned on or not as his cock remained hard regardless, wrapped up in a spiral of yellow and blue magic as the pulsed and teased his length, refusing to allow him release or respite. One or the other would have done in the crux of the moment but they had far more pleasure to take from him before any semblance of his would be allowed.

“Don’t you like that you see, stallion?” Daybreaker hissed. “Don’t you want to fuck us? I want to fuck you!”

Arctic’s tail hole instinctively clenched but there was no fear of him being filled there as the alicorn turned her back to him and backed up onto his cock, sliding it up between her firm, fleshy buttocks as he fought against the sudden wave of pleasure. The stallion’s mind reeled. Oh... He hadn’t had that sensation for himself in a while, the soft backside of a mare easing up beneath him in preparation for breeding: a rough fucking that Fluttershy demanded he delivered to her special friends. It was hard to feel anything but need as his shaft slammed into her, the alicorn’s pussy stretching and stretching to engulf him, taking him fully regardless of her tight, clenching cunny. The softness of her marehood spread around him as he grunted, eyes wide, the monster hilting herself on his shaft with a low moan of something that could not be mistaken for anything but pleasure. The strain didn’t seem to bother her as she squeezed around him, hands on her thighs, even wriggling her backside a little just to settle herself more firmly on his massive length. One hand lifted subtly to feel the light bulge in her lower abdomen, the monster mare quivering in delight.

“Oh, yesss...” Daybreaker hissed, grinding herself back on his cock as Arctic cried out in a shocking mixture of pain and pleasure. “This is much better...”

“But he’s not marked...”

Nightmare Moon roughly grabbed his muzzle in her hand and yanked him around to face her, a wicked grin pulling at her lips. There was no kindness in it, however, as she forced him to kiss her, easily parting his lips with hers as she kissed him hard. Arctic moaned into her mouth, will wavering, and squealed a heartbeat later as her fangs sliced through his lips.

Drawing back, the nightmare licked his blood from her lips, letting out her most lustful moan yet, wings rising in time with her need.

“So sweet!”

He didn’t have time to flinch as she sank her fangs into his throat, moaning against his neck as she tasted his blood from a more accessible source. Gasping, Arctic’s eyes rolled back into his head, his will to fight seeping away like water through cracks in stone. But he had never been stone and, as Nightmare Moon manically bit and tore into him, relishing in his cries, his howl devolved into a moan as naturally as the sharp tingle of fangs tickling his throat drew on a deeper need inside him.

“I said I would break you, stallion...”

And, if he was not already broken, he was well on his way there, grunting throatily as Daybreaker pleasured herself on his cock, hips ramming back into him with brutal desire.

“A thicker cock than most!” She growled, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “I see...unnff...why they chose this one!”

Using him, her pussy clenched and rippled around his shaft, coaxing him on as he whimpered and tried to thrust to no avail, losing himself, just a little. Daybreaker hissed through her teeth, fangs protruding over the line of her lips, and slammed back on him. The stallion may as well have been a sex toy fixed to the wall for all the care she took of him and his pleasure, although his pleasure mounted slowly and steadily, perhaps as her magic allowed him just a little bit more.

“Fill me!”

It was a command like any other and Arctic brokenly howled as he released, cumming on cue just like Fluttershy had taught him. His orgasm rolled through him and the alicorn grinding back onto him was set off in turn, letting out a howl that could well have come from the unholy as she climaxed powerfully on his spurting shaft. Of course, Arctic’s large balls provided an ample orgasm for a normal pony and it wasn’t anything to shake a hoof at in the case of an alicorn of Daybreaker’s size either, the pony gasping and moaning like a whore as she was filled and overfilled, thick, delicious rivulets of cum splattering down her thighs and fetlocks.

Groaning as a mess of cum oozed from her pleasantly stretched sex (she could still have taken bigger though), Daybreaker pulled her buttocks apart to show it off in all its glory, eyes closed as she moaned.

“Oh!”

It was enough for her but she still pulled off him, a hand between her legs to show off the messy creampie of her sex, letting his final spurts splash over her buttocks, tail lustfully raised. Arctic could do nothing than pretend to thrust, for he didn’t expect that he would be able to get his cock back into her unless she willed it. Well used to being whored out at Fluttershy’s whim, Arctic could only groan tiredly as Nightmare Moon pushed Daybreaker aside, her sex obviously flushed with pink, folds puffed up and winking furiously as if she simply couldn’t restrain her need any longer.

“Will you fuck him next?” Daybreaker scoffed. “As if you think you’re a better fuck than me!”

But Nightmare Moon’s eyes only glimmered like the light of the darkest stars.

“I have something better in mind for him...”

Daybreaker snorted.

“Better than fucking? You are a weird one...”

“No weirder than you.”

As much as that was true, the alicorn waved her hand dismissively and allowed Nightmare Moon to unchain the stallion, although he was only flipped onto the floor, arms and wings locked up in a binder a moment later that kept them nicely pinned behind his back. His legs were taken care of with a spreader bar and heavy manacles around his fetlocks, ensuring that he wasn’t about to hobble off anywhere while he could still be moved around at their whim and will.

But Nightmare Moon wasn’t going to take him straight away, his cock still hard and wanting under their magical influence, instead stepping over him with a cruel cackle, her sex winking and pulsing.

“Hope you’re thirsty...”

Arctic’s eyes widened but he didn’t get a chance to turn his head away as she groaned and released a hot stream of urine over his muzzle and neck, the acrid aroma filling his senses as she soaked his mane and coat. The stallion whimpered, though kept his mouth firmly closed – at least, that was until she forced it open, Daybreaker helpfully cramming a ring gag in there so that he could still use his tongue while being forced to drink her fluids. Giggling breathlessly, although it was an unhinged kind of giggle, the princess of the night wiggled her hips and squatted lower over his head, letting out a low moan as she marked him further, ensuring well and truly that he would reek of her piss for days on end.

“You belong to us now,” she hissed, rolling her head back. “Why don’t you join me?”

But Daybreaker had other plans, her sex aching for more as she needed to open up something far more delectable inside her body. Sitting astride Arctic’s hips, she rose up solely to take his cock between her thighs, sliding down as his cock stretched her open again, hilting up against her cervix.

“Unnff... This is better...”

“You fuck him now, but I get next turn,” Nightmare hissed, although her harsh words had the edge taken off them by her grinding her pussy into Arctic’s nose, demanding pleasure. “Lick!”

Arctic squealed and did as he was told – it was better than piss, after all – but the humiliation of being so marked washed over him, the scent of it

“This is your place, stallion,” she grunted as she rode his muzzle, Daybreaker bouncing on his cock as she forced it deeper, past the seemingly flexible barrier of her cervix with a passionate moan. “Stinking of us... You’ll be marked forever, beneath us as your true rulers and royals!”

Of course, the nightmares would never be royalty but Arctic was not to know that, catching his breath as he was trapped between the two of them, no more than a cock and a muzzle to be used as they saw fit. But his laps were half-hearted, the scent of her marehood different to Fluttershy’s, his heart aching for the softness of her touch after such a rough session, all of which stood out in stark contrast to the alicorns only set on using him and ignoring his need for pleasure too.

But Nightmare Moon wasn’t going to stand for a half-hearted effort – oh no!

“Lick harder or I’ll beat your cock until it’s raw!” Nightmare Moon threatened. “Do you want that? Do you want your dick bleeding from my whip? I can get it again, you know – at any time needed.”

Whimpering, Arctic licked and dug his tongue into her soft sex, feeling how it pulled and twitched around the appendage, his skill pushed to please an alicorn of her size, although, of course, he knew well enough that his oral skills were the best in his arsenal of bedroom tricks. Trepidation thrummed through him but, desperate to please at all costs – the threats had most certainly not fallen on deaf ears! – he suckled lustfully on her clit, tail flicking, as he pleased Nightmare Moon for all he was worth and more. His cock did an even better job as Daybreaker rolled her hips on him, forcing him over the edge into another orgasm as she howled out her pleasure, wings spread and flames crackling like wildfire.

“Oh, yes! Yes, oh yes, oh yes!”

“Too loud,” Nightmare Moon grumbled, rolling onto her knees. “Must you make a spectacle?”

There would always be a rivalry between them but Arctic was not to know that, groaning as the gag kept his mouth open for another hotly lurid stream of urine, which splashed into the back of his throat as his balls churned. It was hard to take pleasure from orgasm with so much going on around him and Arctic moaned throatily, though it was harder still to make much of a sound with any kind of gag in. Pleased with forcing him to drink yet more of her piss, Nightmare Moon ground her pussy down onto his muzzle, forcing the stallion to bring her to a sharp, yearning climax that spoke of tumultuous winds on a stormy night.

“Fuck! Harder!”

And he pressed his tongue into her clit as her juices soaked his muzzle, far sweeter than her urine, although it was over far too quickly as he gasped for breath, Daybreaker finally reaching an explosive, draining climax on his already sore and aching shaft. There was little he could do to hold back, whether he thought they wanted him to cum and fill her or not, shaft pulsing and throbbing as he spilt shot after shot of thick semen into her marehood, the alicorn’s cunt twitching around him as her body took the liberty of massaging his cock, coaxing out every last drop of cum. Of course, Daybreaker paid his orgasm no mind at all bar to enjoy his creamy filling, moaning and shuddering bodily as he stared up at the two of them with a mixture of desperation and, terrifyingly, building adoration.

For he was just a pet and they were his betters: he had to serve them.

“See, you like this, don’t you?” Nightmare Moon laughed, forcing his muzzle up into her sex with even more force, grinding on his nose to get the best feel on her fat, throbbing clit. “You like being used and abused, used like you’re nothing at all!”

“Such a broken stallion,” Daybreaker agreed, pushing her way in to claim his gasping, soaked muzzle for her own. “Get your tongue in there good and deep!”

And Arctic mindlessly obeyed, his whole body shaking as he was passed between them like the sex toy he was, shoved onto his back as they bored of him or at least bored of their current act of abusive oral. Although their magic could keep his cock hard, they couldn’t stop the edge of sexual exhaustion creeping up on him, the stallion needing to rest and recover even as his balls churned, tingling with their magic as they toyed with his body and abused him even in the illicit realm of sleep.

Not even his dreams were safe anymore but there was still some stallion left to be broken.

Chapter Three

Nightmare & Daybreak
Chapter Three

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous

“Wakey-wakey...”

“Rise and shine...”

Arctic groaned and rolled his head, tongue thick in his mouth. How could such bright and cheerful words sound so sinister? It took him a moment to realise where he was, his body blessedly aching less than it had before, which was a relief at the very least. But why had he been aching? Blinking slowly, he moaned as his vision cleared, the fuzzy outline of a cave speckled with crystals and two blurry shapes coming into focus: one white and the other as black as the darkest night.

The stallion tensed.

Oh no...

“So nice of you to join us again,” Nightmare Moon cooed, her tone purely falsely sweet. “We had to use a lot of magic to help you recover.”

“Yes, such a breakable little pony you are.” Daybreaker chipped in, the flames of her mane and tail writhing blisteringly. “I would have thought you’d be a bit more durable at your size but, oh...well...”

The insult washed over him as the stallion staggered up to his feet, the floor seeming uneven and tilted beneath him as if he was at risk of toppling over at a moment’s notice.

“You were real...”

“Oh, we’re very real,” Daybreaker purred, cupping his muzzle and dragging his muzzle to hers for a lustful, wet kiss. “Though you could say that she’s more of a nightmare than me.”

“Really, are you ever going to tire of that joke?”

Nightmare Moon shot back, bickering with her ears pinned, and Daybreaker whipped around, rising to the bait as she cast Arctic aside. Ever the opportunist, for he had not forgotten how beaten and broken they had left him after he fell into a perhaps forced unconsciousness, the stallion grunted and heaved himself for the exit, balls swinging awkwardly between his legs as he staggered and lunged for freedom.

Of course, he was never going to get very far with that endeavour.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

Daybreaker caught him easily in the hold of her magic and Arctic squealed as he was dragged back to hover before both alicorns, eyes wide and fearful. He tried to drag breath into his lungs but she squeezed down around him, making a full, desperate breath impossible, and the stallion’s eyes rolled back into his skull, ears folding submissively as even that basic pony right was taken from him.

They took everything from him.

“Fine!” She pouted prettily, eyes shimmering. “If you’re going to be like that, we’ll just have to make sure you can’t flee!”

Perhaps he shouldn’t have tried to run at all. Hooked up, he was flipped over into a flickering glob of black that swiftly spread, shiny and gleaming, over every inch of his body bar his neck and head. The pony squirmed in her hold, panting heavily as his sheath was massaged, balls churning with need as the alicorns soothed and teased all they needed for him.

“Oh, he is a big one, isn’t he?”

“Still not big enough...”

It was rare that he heard that his cock was small for a pony but the alicorns were rather on the large side and he had other things to think about as they massaged and plumped up his cock to its full length and girth, throbbing and ready to please them. Although Arctic moaned, there was nothing he could do to stop a slick coat of liquid latex from creeping up his cock and balls too, ensuring that not an inch of him was left free even as a small hole formed in the tip of the latex ‘shaft’.

The alicorns were not about to let him have all the fun, however, even as he whimpered and fought, although his efforts grew weaker and weaker with every passing second. Just what could he do anyway to fight them off? It would be better to give in and wait to be rescued for only an alicorn could surely defeat an alicorn without a greater power, such as the Elements of Harmony – and he most certainly didn’t have those to hoof!

Daybreaker giggled wickedly and conjured up a latex harness for Nightmare Moon that spoke more of a dominatrix after dark than the submissive type that he frequently donned for Fluttershy’s pleasure. She arched her back and posed, shifting down into a position that could have, quite feasibly, been a yoga pose, while Daybreak took on the nuance of a full body latex suit for herself. Although it covered her similarly from neck to hoof, it didn’t leave anything to the imagination, highlighting every curve right down to her full breasts, which seemed to quiver under its touch, begging attention that he had not the freedom to give.

Arctic shuddered, tongue poking from between his lips before his mind caught up with his body. Just what was he thinking? He couldn’t have been imagining sucking on those teats, could he? The nipples protruded lewdly and he licked his lips, swallowing a groan as he salivated at the thought. But he could not let the nightmares know that either.

“There, now we match!” Daybreaker grinned. “Although you’re not going to get to enjoy this for very long, so get a good look now, little stallion...”

Arctic groaned but should have taken her at her word for the latex swept up and over his head, moulding perfectly to the shape of his body. And then, unlike the suits that Fluttershy had before forced him (more happily later on) into, it did not open up a space for his eyes through which he could see, blackening his world and sealing him completely away from the demons who held him completely and utterly in his control.

Breath! He couldn’t breathe! Panic flooded the stallion and he tried to twist away but the latex was suddenly hard an unyielding – nothing like the at least somewhat flexible suits that he was used to. It locked tight around his cock, refusing the semblance of movement, and his balls, perhaps for the first time in his bipedal form, stilled, unable to even swing. Breath was still his to possess, however, as he dragged in shuddering gasps, trying to take deep ones and yet only finding shallow pants that raked through his lungs like tongues of fire.

Nothing. He could see nothing. Even sounds were muted, although the latex seemed thinner there, perhaps just to keep him in anticipation of what was to come next, allowing a little sound through but not too much. They wouldn’t want him to be too well informed of what was happening, would they now?

“Little stallion...”

Daybreaker’s croon teased through the suit, muffled as he whimpered and tried to swing his head from one side to the other, but found his range of motion to be...nothing. Nothing at all. He simply could not move and there was nowhere for him to run too, rendering his earlier attempt at escape hopelessly obsolete.

Maybe he shouldn’t have gone with the guards so readily in the first place.

“You’re here for us and only us.”

“You should have remembered that.”

The suit, which made him more of a statue than a pony, trembled and toppled to the ground, the impact coming with the lack of pain as he grunted, eyes wide in the blackness. He didn’t know why he bothered trying to move or listen or even open his eyes when his surroundings were unchanging, simply glad that he was still permitted the previously restrained luxury of breath. Turning over onto what he thought was his back, he wriggled and hardly flinched, muscles twitching and jumping in nervous anticipation.

He did not see the shadow fall over him. Arctic didn’t see anything at all, oblivious to the nightmare alicorns standing over him with fangs glistening, maws drooling with unbridled hunger.

“Just a reminder of your place here... But do challenge us again, won’t you?” Daybreaker murmured, her cool tone filtering through the material like water through cracks in ancient stone. “I do so love putting a colt in his place!”

The vicious hiss tore itself from her lips as if she had become a wild animal in the heat of the moment but there was far more to her threat and much to make good on. The suit seemed to ripple around him and his brow furrowed, but the reason behind it swiftly became apparent as a hot splatter of something that he was all too familiar with hit the hard ‘skin’ of the suit.

“Oh, yesss...” Daybreaker hissed as she emptied her bladder over him, and he could almost imagine her rolling her head back. “Once was not enough...”

He didn’t even have time to feel glad that he was in the suit – who would have thought that his mind could be changed so swiftly? – and not naked to be pissed on, before he realised the true error of his ways. The suit, of course, possessed magical properties (controlled by the alicorns) and allowed the urine through to soak his coat, stinking up the interior of the suit as he grunted and rolled his eyes back into his skill.

Trapped... Complete and utterly trapped. He tried not to breathe too deeply for, even inside the suit, it was nearly too much to bear, the reek of it filling his nostrils. It was even worse that the urine soaked into his coat too, his fur just a little too thick for the urine to run off easily, even if he wasn’t secluded away, a sex toy to be used and abused. Urine lay thick and wet against his skin, the suit seeming to enhance the vile sensation of it and he wrinkled his nose, eyes closed and still watering with sheer humiliation. At best, it was demeaning, being used as nothing more than a toy to be marked and claimed, pissed on like a dog. Arctic tried to squirm and flinched into the stream, Nightmare Moon giggling as a further splash of hot urine covered his head, rendering his mane sodden and clinging to his neck wetly.

“Oh, that is fun...”

And so every inch of him was covered in urine, cock and balls too, the stallion helpless to do anything. It was almost too easy to sink into himself, although he was not trying to actively draw back from the situation at hoof, oh no: it was a deeper sense of submission that called him, a place that he only went to after a heavy session with Fluttershy, body beaten and soul broken to her whim. And perhaps it was not so difficult to break one who was already happily broken, Arctic’s whimpers and whines of disgust turning to a long, drawn-out moan in the same breath.

Of course, they caught it and pounced on it like the vultures they were.

“Let’s see what your stamina is like today!”

That was Nightmare Moon and he stiffened at the sound of a whip whistling through the air – just the one tail – the moment before it struck. He squealed as his thigh burned with pain, a single, hot, line seared through the latex, which didn’t seem to block any sensation at all but transmit it tenfold. And the demon mare undertook the cruel task of breaking him, bit by bit, her ears twitching and flicking to catch the lilt of his screams through the suit, muffled and yet still audible: blissfully so.

“My magic shall not leave marks on you this time, stallion – at least, not ones that will last beyond our time here,” Nightmare Moon hissed, relentless in her onslaught, lifting him up in the air so that she could reach his buttocks and back, the backside of his thighs also a delectable. “At least, not marks that your mistress will be able to see when you leave this dungeon. No... But you will see the marks when you are curled up in your cage on the night of a full moon, knowing that the true mistress of the night is watching...”

Drawing in a wet gasp of breath, she snarled.

“Waiting for her servant to please!”

Yet there was no more pleasing a position Arctic could be in than suffering through his whipping with grunts and squeals, eyes rolling back into his head as he couldn’t even twitch his ears in pain. And the pain was there – oh, it was. There was no denying it, as much as he tried to take his mind away, cock throbbing and pulsing as if he was going to be, shockingly, sent over the edge just from the strike of her alone. It burned through him as if from the inside out and his mind didn’t know what sensation he should be latching onto: the pain, the slick feel of urine soaking into him, how hard his cock ached for release. There was too much, so very much, to take in and all Arctic could do was howl and neigh, whimpering for release without the words that he needed so desperately that could have brought some relief to his situation, if not an end. He did not expect an end.

Chest heaving the little it could within the encasement, Arctic’s shrieks devolved to whimpers and moans, pain blending with pleasure as he sank deeper and deeper. If he didn’t think about the act of which was happening to him, it all took on a new edge. And it was oh so very difficult to think about when pleasure washed through him, seeming to seep through the suit into the heart of his being like the mare’s urine had. It was more potent too even than that, bringing a rising need to the forefront of his mind as he gurgled a groan and half-opened his eyes, not even able to tell the difference anymore.

“Are you broken yet, stallion?” Nightmare Moon taunted, striking his back as she layered him with the whip, ensuring there was no patch left untouched in her cruelty. “Your cries... Oh, I miss your cries, but your silence speaks more in the dead of the night.”

“So melodramatic...”

Arctic’s head spun as the alicorns bickered, although he could not imagine how they faced off against one another. Standing? Fangs bared? He shuddered. They were a fearsome team but it made no difference how he reacted or what he did in the confines of the suit, completely and utterly encased in a mask that rendered him featureless if not, admittedly, genderless. They would have wanted to keep that part of him to abuse.

“Do you think you can whip him harder than me?”

No! Not more! But Arctic had no whipping to fear as Daybreaker cackled, a sound that chilled him to his very bones.

“Better...”

What next? He closed his eyes, breaths coming in short, shallow pants that didn’t deliver anywhere near enough oxygen into his lungs. Out, out – he had to be out! But there was nowhere to go and nowhere to flee to as something tingled around his cock and something stranger, cooler, pressed to the tip, begging release.

But it was not the release Arctic was looking for as the stallion caught his breath and squealed like a mare as something slender and cold pushed up into his cock! Nothing was meant to go in there!

“That’s a sounding rod, stallion,” Daybreaker laughed, the sound echoing faintly off the walls so that it sounded like there were many more Daybreakers all laughing along with her. “You’d best get yourself used to it.” She paused, deliberately for effect. “Or not. I really couldn’t care less.”

He couldn’t stop it from coming, the magical pulses around his cock and balls growing stronger and stronger. As much as the stallion squealed and strove to twist away, there was no stopping their tenacity as the demons worked together to pleasure him wickedly, ensuring that there was no other option for him. The rod worked its way deeper and deeper, reaching places where no stallion should be touched, although his twitching cock seemed to almost welcome it in, the strange sense of fullness completely foreign to that region. His tail hole, however, may have thought otherwise but his body parts could not translate such feelings and he groaned open-mouthed, tongue pushing out, as he fought and fought and fought to contain himself.

And he couldn’t help himself. He had to cum.

Forced over the edge into orgasm, the stallion was barely aware of ecstasy sweeping him up, so caught up was he in the deluge of other sensations. Everything crashed down at once, the mares intent on milking him as a well-timed strike landed on his buttock sat just the right time to force his cock to spurt and throb powerfully, needing such force to draw up cum from his churning balls.

As much cum as his body could produce shot out forcibly around the rod, nearly driving it entirely from his body as Daybreaker gave an un-marelike curse and rammed it in harder, only the very tip of it left protruding from his latex-clad dick. There, she held it with her magic, which was likely the only force in the whole land of Equestria that could have stopped his cum from shooting it out like a kinky projectile. But not all of his cum could spurt from around it, for it, of course, did block some of the tube, cum only seeping into the suit surrounding his cock, drenching his balls in sticky semen. The remaining cum that simply could not be forced down the length of his filled cock seeped back into his balls, the heavy orbs churning as they swelled, only to be contained by the suit as they pressed painfully into its unyielding surface.

Arctic yelped, although there was so little breath left in his lungs with which to sound the vocalisation that it hardly came out as anything at all. Pain shot through his balls, although it was a heated, simmering kind of pain that made him want to loll his tongue out and pant, teetering on that line where pain turned into blissful pleasure.

But the nightmares had noticed and it was too late to pretend that his balls were not getting bigger, cum forcing its way back into them as the stallion imagined the suit groaning around them, struggling to contain what had to be restrained.

“Oh, he can get bigger too...”

“Let’s see how much he can swell inside that!”

It was to his detriment that a terribly erotic feature of his body – which Fluttershy had, of course, too abused in the early days – was to be turned against him and his first orgasm of that waking time was certainly not to be his last as the mares forced him over the edge again and again. The sounding rod, the accursed toy that it was, was removed and replaced with another thicker one that his cum couldn’t even force by, every last bit of cum that he was coaxed to produce shooting back into his balls. And they swelled and swelled, inflating to massive proportions that would have thrust his buttocks up from the ground if he had been free and lying down. Even the alicorns had to relent at some point and allow the suit to expand along with him, Nightmare Moon murmuring her avid appreciation for just what his body was able to take.

“He’s the most durable yet...”

“These can inflate even more if we try...”

But they didn’t allow him out of the suit until they had forced yet another, much thicker again, sounding rod into his cock and driven him through another seven orgasms – although that was by their count and not Arctic’s. The poor broken stallion was far too far gone to consider such a thing as counting, blissfully beaten raw and aching for release or denial: he really didn’t know anymore.

And then everything was quiet, only the harshness of his breathing to rake through his ears, the pounding of his heart drumming a tune that only he could hear. Or was it so loud that they would be able to hear too, drawing out the anticipation moment by moment until he was hanging on the silence, panting and trying to tip forward into sensation, any sensation at all. Arctic whimpered. Why, even pain would be better than hanging there waiting for more, trapped in the suit for their will!

“Fit the tube...”

Magic rippled around his head but it was not there that his attention focused but on his rump where the latex bulged in. Panicked, he fought with renewed vigour, although it was not all that energetic at all, the stallion thinking that he was fighting an awful lot more than he actually was. Something pressed to his backside and he gulped and tried to arch away, but there was no escape the probe of something slender and flexible squirming into his tail hole, a slender tip making prying open his pucker easy work.

“Mm, he does have a nice hole here too...” Daybreaker snarled, a note of pleasure curling through her tone as if she was savouring a fine glass of apple cider fresh from the orchard. “I wonder how the other is...”

“Not this one.”

Nightmare Moon cut across and Daybreaker audibly clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in a rude ‘tsk’ that would have been better suited to a mare admonishing a foal.

“No, that would not be what I meant. You please yourself.”

“As always.”

And then he knew what Nightmare Moon was planning as his prison hovered above the ground – perhaps horizontally? There was no real way to tell – and a stream of hot urine poured through the new hole in the mask straight down his throat. He whined and tried to close his mouth but, of course, that effort was in vain as magic rammed the aforementioned tube between his lips and teeth, forcing them wide as she urinated into his mouth. The hot stream was acrider than ever and he wrinkled his nose, tail twitching against his backside, although it was hardly any protection from the tingling invasion there, oddly devoid of pain as it caressed him almost gently. Perhaps it only felt such simply due to the lack of whipping, the soreness and pain radiating from his beaten body overruling any discomfort that may have come from there, although it still didn’t stop him from trying to arch away.

“You know we can use magic to refill our bladders, right?” She chuckled ominously above him. “This can go on, little stallion. This can go on for a very long time.”

And he knew that, even if he didn’t actually want to acknowledge it. His cock surely felt too sore to climax again and yet the tendril of magic ramming into his tail hole slammed up into his prostate, bringing that alluring pleasure back to the surface once more. And, once there, it was impossible to ignore, the stallion squirming perfectly in place as his throat worked, gulping down more and more urine from the nightmare princess, his only respite that of taking breath – only when she allowed, of course.

And the probe under his tail wormed deeper and deeper, intent on something that he could not determine, his heart rate rising more and more with every passing second, a pounding blur that drummed up into his skull. He could hardly breathe, his world narrowing further to sensation, let alone what he could hear and smell, although those senses were, of course, fainter and fainter. Something brushed the tip of his cock as if curiously, squeezing against the head harder and harder – but it was too late by the time he actually realised what was happening.

“This will fit you better!”

But it fit him no better, no better at all, and Arctic shrieked and gargled on the urine as he was rammed and filled, cock throbbing as she tested the limits of his large shaft. And those limits, seemingly, were yet to be reached as Daybreaker giggled wickedly and teased the magical tendril – the brutal thing that it was – deep down the full length of his cock, the sensation akin to a curl of magic reaching into the very fibre of his being.

“You should get used to this, stallion,” she ‘advised’ in a lilting tone that was anything but genuine, another tendril playing at the barely exposed tip of his cock. “For I do rather like filling holes!”

“You could say it’s her calling.”

“Shut up!”

Daybreaker snarled but it was perhaps a good thing that Arctic was there to take the brunt of her anger, Daybreaker forcing a second tendril into his cock with more force than the first, although it was not enough to tear him open – for which he was thankful. Her fangs tickled his throat through the latex and the stallion shuddered, cock jutting up ostentatiously as if it yearned for attention, although the stallion could not have possibly have said what he wanted in the moment. It was hard enough to remind himself to breathe when both his urethra and tail hole were being pounded, though Daybreaker was more intent on seeing just how deep and stretchy his urethra in comparison to his tail hole. That hole, of course, was all the better to tease and abuse the stallion with, driving his cock to try to leak pre-cum by slamming into that pleasurable patch of nerves in his tail hole that Fluttershy had first introduced him to. It was only later that he realised that it could be used for far more nefarious deeds and abuses than his innocent mind could ever have imagined.

The tendril under his tail thickened, driving in hard as urine continued to flood his mouth, pouring down his throat. But, as it always seemed to be, he was destined to be filled from both ends, every hole in his body violated and the hot flow of urine pouring into his backside too as that tentacle too violated him. Deeper and deeper it wormed, ensuring that not a drop of urine escaped, the stench of it thick and heavy in the suit as he hacked and coughed around the tentacle wriggling wetly into the back of his throat too, eyes watering. His fur was soaked too even within the confines of the suit, twisting and squelching uncomfortably as he was forced to languish in the excretions of another, even if it was just fluid. His stomach bulged further still with the urine pouring into his backside, insides forced to swell and swell as the latex suit groaned against his body, everything hot and clinging as the tendril squeezed back, only seemingly to soak his backside with a hefty dose of urine too, tail clammy and stuck to his own body, dripping in humiliation.

“Nightmare Moon, rest yourself...”

And then the urine was gone from his mouth, leaving him coughing and spluttering in its absence, trying to take gasps of air that didn’t seem to fit the scene. Was it possible to take too big a breath? Clearly so as his chest heaved, shaking his head the little he could in a completely and utterly failed attempt to clear it. There was no sense of being able to cum anymore, even if it would only be squeezed back into his painfully overfilled balls, but the tendrils thickened inside his urethra, vibrating oddly as they heated up.

Arctic froze – if it would have been possible for him to even notice himself stiffening up. The urine hadn’t stopped – it had just been redirected! And it was going straight into his own bladder, the wicked mares making it swell just like his stomach had, the suit perfectly moulding around his bulging belly to allow it grow without actually giving him any sense of release. He moaned brokenly, wallowing in submission. Just what could he do besides submit to it, groaning and whimpering like the pet he was as he was inflated beyond all comprehension. It felt even worse than what Fluttershy did to him on a routine basis, enjoying how he wriggled, for the claustrophobia of the latex encasement trapped him from all sides, letting him know inexplicably just what his fate was above all else.

And that was to be a submissive pet to his superiors: whoever his mistress deemed them to be. Arctic sank deeper, the strain on his bladder growing and growing, fluid in his stomach sloshing about as he tried to gasp but didn’t get enough air into his lungs. Everything was violated, the taste of urine stark in his mouth, the nightmares impossible to escape from as, slowly but surely, he began to lust after the torment they had to deliver. But the tendrils under his tail were not there solely to tease him but for a greater purpose too, the ones inside his urethra withdrawing slowly, dragging out the moment as he squirmed between wanting them to stay there and craving the release their removal would bring. It was a funny position to be in and a truly delectable conflict in its intimacy.

By the time they tired of their game in filling his bladder, the poor pony could only wriggle and pant, completely helpless to the pain and stretch. Only when it, blessedly, stopped increasing did he feel a strange sort of magical tingle in his crotch that Fluttershy would later explain to him was his bladder sealing off – just so that he didn’t have an unpleasant accident inside one of his superiors as they fucked and used his cock. He would be grateful for it in hindsight even if he did not quite understand what was happening at the time.

And yet more still was to come. Arctic groaned as the latex rolled back over his cock and balls, allowing them out and free for their attention, but he could hardly feel any sense of relief as one sensation was replaced by another and a hot, tight pussy pushed down over the full length of his cock. Groaning deep in the back of his throat, Arctic tried to take deep breaths but simply could not with how the latex squeezed in around him, seeming to become even more restrictive in lieu of allowing his cock and balls out. Although their release was very clearly not for his pleasure but the pleasure of those who saw themselves as the true royals of Equestria.

“So thick,” Daybreaker moaned, bouncing on his cock, the alicorn squatting to take him inside her. “Fill me like you should, stallion!”

It was a command like any other but Arctic could not even bring himself to take pleasure from the act of orgasm, shocking himself as he ejaculated on cue. Those massively overfilled balls of his churned wantonly, cock thickening as it spurted, veins plump with cum as he shot his load into the sun demon’s twitching, clenching marehood. She screamed as he filled her, an ungodly sound that still rang through with pleasure, the heat from her fiery mane and tail scorching even through the suit. But, of course, she was not satisfied with just the one climax from him and demanded that he cum again and again, Nightmare Moon ramming the magical tentacles up into his anal passage when he felt he could not, although it was not much of a helping hoof, as it were.

Who knew that being forced to cum could be torture? After all of Fluttershy’s training, he didn’t even flag as he was forced to ejaculate again and again, the shrieking moans of Daybreaker a backdrop to the scene as she climaxed with him, the massaging ripple of her pussy surely enough to bring even the most steadfast of stallions over the edge along with her. He barely even noticed when one marehood was swapped for another, although Nightmare Moon was cooler than Daybreaker, even if her pussy was just as searing hot.

“Ohhh,” she moaned through her first climax on his cock. “Almost as good as... Oh!”

But they never found out what or who he was almost as good as; the mare was lost in enjoying herself and Arctic may have giggled at another time to see her mane so erratic, twitching and jerking out of its usual elegant wave in consequence of her lust. Daybreaker took up the position of claiming his tail hole with the tentacles, wrapping three of the shimmering tendrils around one another to create a faux-cock that she could ram into him, forcing him to fill the alicorn over and over again with potently virile stallion-cum.

He should have known better than to think that his torment was over, of course, when Nightmare Moon stepped off his cock, her well-seeded pussy splattering cum in its wake. Giggling, she stepped over his head (he knew at that point that he was still somewhat horizontal, even if it did not feel like he was quite lying on the floor) and groaned as cum drooled and splattered thickly into the funnel she was using to make sure that all fluids went into his mouth, the tube still stuck between his teeth and firmly forcing him to cum. Arctic couldn’t even groan, trapped gulping and gulping and gulping down his own cum as his stomach grew and grew, the inflation beyond his latex-clad comprehension.

Stomach and lower abdomen swollen out and out, he was near enough comically inflated, feeling as if his belly was the size of a beach ball. Of course, it was much larger than that, even if he could not understand, the latex shining luxuriously on the curve of his inflated belly, which was larger than the pony was himself! The nightmares had no trouble passing him between them, however, giggling and pointing out his how much they’d filled him, although he chanced that their evil cackles were only promises of more wickedness to come.

But they were a pair that liked to keep their pets on the tips of their hooves, so to speak, and had more still planned for their sore and abused pet. After all, they usually went many, many years between suitable pets so they had an awful lot of frustration pent up there to let off some steam!

The mares stepped back, releasing him from the suit with a sharp snap and a flush of magic that made his head spin, blinking in the comparative bright light, although the main source of light in the basement was from a single lamp and, of course, the brightly glowing manes and tails of his captors. Although he was not much of a captive anymore, swaying drunkenly as he moaned and searched out his next command, stomach bulging obscenely with urine as his overfilled balls hung down to the floor. Still, they could have gone larger and, released from the suit, they swelled even more, all the cum that they’d forced back into them making them almost too large for him to walk – although it was rather more of an awkward shuffle, the pony having to lift his legs ridiculously high in order to clear them and not stand on himself. He shuddered. Now that was a pain that would not be erotic in the slightest coming from his own hoof!

“Now...” Nightmare Moon hissed, turned her back to him. “Take me! Show me what that cock can do!”

Daybreaker snickered even as the stallion blinked and, driven by the need to obey only, stepped shakily forward, seeking out Nightmare Moon and her unerring command. Even with her back to him, Arctic could not fail to notice just how swollen and bloated her stomach had become with his cum, a small tingle of pride warming his chest: he was still vastly over-productive and no one could truly say he was not pleasing in that regard. It was easier to see the effect his orgasms had had on Daybreaker, however, the mare cradling her larger and fuller stomach with sweetly caressing hands, appearing as if she was pregnant with quadruplets or more for how grotesquely her belly had inflated. Of course, she hadn’t deposited any cum back into Arctic’s muzzle and stomach like Nightmare Moon had so that was part of the reason behind her greater size there.

Licking her lips lustfully, Daybreaker hissed.

“The cock is better than the stallion, Moon, but trust me: it is thicker than the last one they sent down here.”

Arctic didn’t care who the last pony they had down in the dungeon was: only that he did what they wanted. Blinded by obedience, he gave a warbling gasp and found her shaking buttocks, the larger alicorn jiggling them softly as if taking great pleasure in the eroticism of her own flesh.

“Yesssss,” she hissed, grinding her buttocks back onto his crotch. “Fuck me, fill me! Oh, it’s been so long!”

And Arctic was a stallion who did not need to think all that much to fuck a mare as a stallion needed to take a mare, his cock finding her hot folds as if drawn to them. In hindsight, it was most likely her magic guiding him in but Arctic thrust blindly, a true, lustful moan bursting from his lips as he thrust and ground, pressing in and in until his cock-tip slammed up into her cervix. Of course, Nightmare Moon wasn’t going to suffer through a half penetration like that and groaned like a pony in season, using her larger form and weight to slam back onto his cock and drive him fully up into her womb, hilting herself ecstatically on his shaft.

“Yes!”

And then Arctic well and truly became nothing more than a feral stallion, snorting and whinnying like a dumb equine as the alicorns swapped between him with each and every orgasm, demanding him to take them in every position imaginable. Arctic did everything willingly, ignorant to the passage of time as even his stamina from training failed him, though their remaining magic kept him going, sustained as he pleased and climaxed inside them over and over again. There seemed to be no end to the pleasure that the alicorns desired from him and he stamped, turning his muzzle as soon as one was moving off his cock in search of the other.

It was strange, in a way, to be free and yet mentally bound to fuck them – it wasn’t as if, of course, he would have ever dreamed of refusing or resisting them at this stage. If Fluttershy had thought she’d broken him before, that was nothing in comparison to the onslaught of abuse he’d endured, suffering through even the humiliation of Nightmare Moon spanking him hard while he stuffed Daybreaker full, her pussy slick and messy in a creampie of cum and sexual fluids. But there was nothing he could do and nothing he could have ever done, but a toy for them to use just as they pleased.

The alicorns had broken him. But only time would tell just what would come next for the swollen, submissive stallion.

Chapter Four

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