The Night of Rageby General LewdendorffChapters1 Prelude to Vore2 Truth's Breakout3 Rampage1 Prelude to VoreSunlight beamed through the window of Princess Celestia’s sitting room as the royal mare herself laughed, her horn’s golden aura setting a cup and saucer down with a delicate ‘clink.’ “Oh, Loose Lip, you’re such a card,” the Princess said after wiping a tear away. “I’m so glad you were able to come and visit today. It’s been too long since we’ve gotten to spend any time together.” She sighed, smiling at her visitor, a cream-colored stallion with a coiffed green mane and a pair of half-moon glasses. On his flank was a cutie mark depicting a silhouette of one pony whispering in another’s ear. “Same, Your Majesty. Of course, it’s mostly your fault, sending me away on those ‘diplomatic fact gathering’ trips,” the stallion replied, playfully quoting with his hooves. “Are you sure it isn’t your fault for being so good at what you do?” “More like my fault for being so easily swayed by a cute face.” The princess smirked. “Flatterer.” She turned her head and looked out the window, down into the streets of Canterlot. The ivory towers began to turn gold as the afternoon sun began to set, matching the colors of the fall leaves that dotted the streets and corners of Equestria’s capital. Everything was busier than usual, however, as dark banners and wooden stalls were being set up not just here in Canterlot, but all over the pony nation. A large, dark blue flag with a crescent moon made clear the occasion. “Nightmere Night,” sighed Celestia. Though it was one of Equestria’s most beloved holidays, the event always brought back painful memories for the alabaster alicorn. “Loosey,” she said, turning back to her guest. “Did I ever tell you about how this night started?” Loose Lip shifted on his pillow, pondering. “No… No I don’t think so. What’s the story?” Celestia took another sip of her tea and gazed out the window. “It all started after I banished my sister to the moon,” she began, frowning. “Almost a year had passed since I had used the Elements against my best friend, and her absence seemed almost too much to bear. After all she’d done to Equestria, ponies began praising me for the one decision I regretted most of all. I knew they would never see her as the loving sister I remembered, but I could still keep her memory alive. Maybe even with something positive.” Loose Lip nodded. “So you made the anniversary of her banishment...” “Nightmare Night. Yes.” Celestia nodded. “She and I had always loved practical jokes, so it seemed fitting to focus on scares. And night, obviously. She’d always been so sad that hardly anyone loved her night. I suppose this was my way of making up for everything. Letting others see how beautiful it was. How beautiful she was.” Celestia watched as her subjects hastily and merrily prepared for the night’s festivities. At the rate things were going, this was looking to be the biggest Nightmare Night ever. Celestia’s smile returned. “I’m so glad she’s returned. And she was so happy when she found out that there was a whole holiday dedicated to her. Oh, you should have seen the look on her face when I told her all about it.” Celestia clopped her hooves together, beaming. Loose Lip sipped his tea again. “And after that, the legend of Nightmare Moon came about, right? Giving her candy, gobbling up ponies. Wearing disguises. That sort of thing?” Celestia nodded. “Half-truths which got embellished over time. You know how those things go.” She sipped. “Some of that sounds like more than just embellishment, Princess,” Loose Lip replied. Celestia blinked. “What I mean is, the tale grew in the telling.” “How does covering the world in eternal night lead to costumes and eating ponies?” Celestia shrugged. “Er, well… it’s from a turn of phrase.” Loose Lip simply raised a brow and leaned forward. Celestia, in turn, took another sip. “Princess?” “Y-yes, what is it?” “I know that look, Princess. You’re hiding something. Come on, we’ve been friends for years. Spill! What’s the matter?” Celestia felt her brow moistening. She looked to the window and then back at her friend. “Loosey, I have to get ready for the festivities.” “You don’t need to set the sun for another two hours,” Loose Lip pointed out. “Come ooooooon...” The stallion didn’t like using his special talent for coaxing information out of ponies on his friends, but curiosity often got the better of him. He stared into her eyes, his glasses sliding down his nose, exposing Celestia to the intensity of his deep, blue eyes. Celestia caved. “Oh, fine,” she groaned. “But you must promise not to tell a soul,” the Princess implored, leaning across the table. “My lips are sealed,” the stallion answered, leaning forward to meet her. Celestia tensed up, then relaxed. “I’m… not very proud of this but, long ago, when Starswirl first turned Equestria into a Principality… we had the death penalty.” “Oh.” Celestia seemed to shrink back. “It was a different time… we thought it was necessary to maintain order. We didn’t use it that much… But traditional methods were too gruesome. That’s when Luna found an ancient text that spoke of something called ‘cock vore.’" “Huh?” “Luna has a… condition. I really don’t know how to say this,” she said, as Loose Lip drank his tea, eyes locked forward, “but… she has a penis. And testicles.” The green-haired stallion spat out his drink with shock, spraying tea all over Celestia who barely managed to avoid being drenched by throwing up magic shield. She sighed. “Yes, she… has male parts in addition to her female ones. Th-that’s a story for a different time. If ever. I really shouldn’t be telling you this.” Loose Lip stood up. “Nonononono! Please, go on!” Celestia relented with a groan but without protest and continued. “It’s an old kind of dark magic where a pony uses their penis to devour others. There’s no blood. No body left behind. At the time, it seemed like the best option. Executions still had to be held in public, however, which was something that always made Luna self-conscious. I think that’s why she began spending so much time alone.” “Anyway, that’s how the fable of Nightmare Moon eating ponies came about. The costumes were probably inspired by fugitives in disguise.” Celestia seemed to finally relax after telling Loose Lip everything. For his part, Loose Lip seemed to almost regret asking. “Well, I’m glad I know, now… I think?” Celestia looked up, a grave expression on her face. “I mean what I said before, Loose Lip. Do not tell a soul. Understand?” Loose Lip pushed his glasses up and smiled nervously. “Of course,” he answered. “My lips are sealed!” ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ Princess Luna yawned, stretching as she awoke from her day’s slumber. The rays of the late afternoon sun had aroused her from her sleep, and she blinked disdainfully at the light. “Nnnnnn. Just five more minutes,” she groaned, rolling away from her window. As she did so, however, she felt a dull pain preventing her from further action. “Oh… not again.” The princess rolled onto her back once more and threw back the covers with a sigh. It didn’t happen terribly often, but she’d learned the hard way that it was better to deal with this sort of thing immediately. It wouldn’t go away, otherwise. A long shadow was cast from Luna’s bed away from the balcony window. But it wasn’t from her horn. Nor was it from any of her bedposts. Between Luna’s thighs rose a towering, smooth horsecock, black as the night itself and splotched with dark blue towards the base. It pulsated slowly in time with its owner’s heartbeat, and bucked every few seconds. Altogether, it was nearly two feet long. Two, smooth, round balls sat beneath the monstrosity, swollen with a week’s worth of cum until by now they were each the size of a grapefruit. Luna sighed and reached out with her magic, biting her lower lip as faint, azure glow wrapped itself around the mare’s member. “Easy does it…” The alicorn wiggled her hips, her penis swaying at the movement as the glow began to move up towards the flared, black tip, before coming back down to the base, eliciting a moan from the mare. She hated that this thing was a part of her, always making itself known when she least expected. And yet, she very much enjoyed the alone time. The glow squeezed around the fat cock, increasing in speed as it pumped away at the pulsing organ. Luna smiled in spite of herself, licking her lips as her tip began leaking pre from her tip, the magic spreading it around her to ease the pumping. She stayed like this for a while, rhythmically stroking herself, panting and bucking her hips once in a while. “Mmmmmm.” Eventually, she felt a tug in her balls, letting her know her private time was almost over. Picking up the pace once more, the magic hummed around her dick, and Luna’s every breath became heavier and heavier. She was so close, she could feel it. Her balls contracted, and a large lump made its way from the base of the pony’s cock to the tip. The bedchamber doors swung open. “Luna, wake up,” came Celestia’s voice. “It’s ti… L-Luna!” “T-Tiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-” came Luna’s shocked reply, her sister’s name morphing into an orgasmic moan as a thick blast of semen was launched from Luna’s cock, the thick rope of white cream arcing across the room and landing across her sister’s face. It coated her mane and nose, leaving the elder of the two sisters gaping, eyes wide with shock. Luna groaned as her orgasm subsided, a few more spurts landing on her sheets. She winced as she saw what she’d done to her beloved sister. “Celestia. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-” “It’s fine,” Celestia said, cutting her off. “I shouldn’t have barged in so suddenly. I’ll knock next time.” She took a cloth lying near the door and used it to wipe her face. Her hair would need a wash, however. Meanwhile, Luna pulled the covers back up to hide her drooping dick as her erection went back down. “Ahem. Was there something you needed sister?” Celestia looked back up. “Oh, yes. Thank you. I just thought you might like to get an early start for this evening. You remember what day it is, don’t you?” Luna looked back and forth between her sister’s eyes before realization hit her and she beamed. “Nightmare Night!” She threw back the covers once more and looked out the balcony. Everything was almost complete, everypony gathering in the streets for the big opening of the spookiest night in Equestria. Luna trotted in place giddily. “Oh, Tia, I can’t wait. I need to get dressed! No, showered! Then dressed! Oh, thank you so much for waking me up! I have to go!” Flaring her wings, she sped off to her bath chamber, not even bothering shut the door behind her. Celestia rolled her eyes and followed her out. She smiled. It made her happy to see her sister so excited. She was grateful for having a second chance to be sisters. But just as she was about to leave the room, she noticed her reflection in Luna’s vanity. She frowned as she saw one last dollop of thick mare spunk on her regal nose. She thought for a moment and looked down the hallway. Luna was already gone. She looked back at the mirror. “Waste not,” she decided, and licked the offending cum up. Author's Note And so it begins. I really don't know how I got roped into this. It's really my fault for saying I'd write it. You've been warned. 2 Truth's BreakoutRising Crust’s pastry shop was filled to the brim with ponies, a line going outside and wrapping around the corner. Loose Lip was sitting in a corner with some old academy friends over one of the owner’s famous pumpkin pies. “So you had tea with the princess? That’s amazing!” “What’s she like?” “Can she read minds?” “Is she single?” Everyone looked at the green stallion asking the question. “What? Couldn’t hurt to ask.” As the rest laughed, another, younger stallion with a green coat and blue and yellow hair looked over at Loose Lip. “So, Loose… you know how you travel a lot? And can’t ever talk about it?” “Yeah,” Loose Lip said as he took another bite of pie. “So are you, uh, are you a spy?” Loose Lip began choking, retching over his plate before frantically grabbing his milk and downing it, gasping for air. “What kind of question is that,” he choked out as he forced air back into his lungs. “One we all agreed on,” answered a pony with sunglasses and two empty cider bottles. “I mean, we’re friends, but you hardly ever tell us, like, anything, bro.” He leaned back and took a swig of cider number three, then burped and looked at Loose Lip, making the latter nervous. “Uh… well, it’s just very important, sensitive work I do.” “Sensitive means juicy right?” said the green pony. “Something you’re just dying to tell someone? Anyone?” He put his hooves on the table and leaned over. “I mean, surely not everything is super important. Just something innocuous. Like Princess Luna’s favorite color.” “Well...” Loose pondered. Everyone leaned in. He supposed he owed it to his friends to open up a little about his life. Maybe something unimportant. But funny. Princess Luna, huh? Then he remembered. “There is one thing I found out today… and it technically isn’t top secret, though I did kinda promise.” Thinking about the princess’ words, and her love for pranks, this probably wasn’t even true, anyway. It was just too ridiculous. “Alright, fine. There is one thing I can tell you.” Loose’s friends listened intently. ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ It was finally time for sunset, and a crowd of hundreds had gathered in Canterlot Park where a stage had been set up in front of the Lunar Pedestal, a huge, silver sculpture of a crescent moon set upon a marble dais. On the stage was Princess Celestia, the last, golden rays of sunlight filtered through her waving rainbow mane, casting a dazzling prismatic light over the crowd. When she spoke, the crowd went silent. “Greetings, my dear subjects. As you all know, fall is in full bloom, and our days are getting shorter. And it is time for this day, to end.” The princess’s horn glowed and the sun dipped into the horizon, pulling the curtain of night over the land of Equestria. Stars began to shimmer as the twilight dimmed into blackness. “But this night, as you well know, is not like other nights. For tonight, the Dream Realm leaks into our reality, and terror waits behind every tree and stone and corner in all the land. I wish I could keep you all safe. But during this night, my powers wane. Steel yourselves, everypony. Your fates are now in the hooves of… oh no. Can you hear it? She’s already coming!” Fog crept onto the stage as the crowd gasped and looked around. Some of the fillies and colts shivered even as their smiling parents held them close. Celestia crept back down the stairs behind the temporary stage and winked at her Luna. “You’re up, sis.” Luna smiled at Celestia and took a deep breath, climbing up the stage behind the fog. “My sister is right… tonight is a dreadful night. Where the dead walk, the ghouls stalk, and creepy creatures crawl out of every nook and cranny. And your fates are in the hooves of I,” she boomed, now using the Royal Canterlot Voice for dramatic effect as her silhouette grew in the fog. She chuckled as she emerged from the fog. “The Princess of the Night!” Gasps echoed back at her from the enthralled crowd. Those acting lessons her sister had recommended had really paid off for Luna. For her, this was one of the best parts of Nightmare Night. The intro. “I see many unfamiliar faces here, tonight,” she mused. “Skeletons. Vampires. Cobbled-together monstrosities of science,” she said, looking at a pony dressed as Frankenstallion’s monster. “A pity. I had so hoped to feast on pony flesh. If you see any, send them my way.” The princess licked her lips for emphasis. “And if I happen to catch anyone, well… you’d better have plenty of candy to tempt me away.” The princess walked across the stage, her hoof falls echoing in the park. As she looked over the crowd, she frowned. Some of the costumes she was seeing, especially among the mares, were more… risque than she remembered. Didn’t witches wear long black robes? Quite a few were in fishnets. The vampire women were trying desperately to show the curves of their flanks. And even a stallion dressed as Bayson Vorhooves had the mask right, but the tight pair of swim briefs he wore was leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. I know Celestia calls me a prude but… surely this isn’t right. It’s a holiday mostly for children. Were the costumes always like this? Is it just my imagination? Maybe her sister was right and this was perfectly normal. Even so, that did little to quell the warmth growing in Luna’s loins. As long as she kept calm, however, her private-masking spell would hide any excitement her subjects would cause her. She cleared her throat and continued on. “Of course you all wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t cause for merriment. Food. Drink. Candy. And games aplenty. But be sure to share some of the spoils with your dear Princess… for if I’m not sated, I’ll have to switch meal plans. And especially for any of you foals listening. Beware! For if I catch you… I’ll gobble you up. Muahahahahahahahaha!” Luna’s arced her head back as she laughed maniacally, raising the moon into the sky to beam its dim, silver glow down on the realm. Oh, how she loved this night. Having people genuinely look forward to seeing her each year brightened her night. She was so thankful for her sister giving her this wonderful moment. A moment that was shattered by four little words. “Yeah! With your cock! Heheheh!” Luna’s eyes went wide and she froze. Surely that was just her imagination. There were murmurs in the crowd. Luna scanned them all and saw some looking at a drunken pony with sunglasses ambling towards the stage, cider bottle in hand, reeking of alcohol. “I beg your pardon,” Luna said out loud. The presentation was over, so it couldn’t hurt to reassure herself that she’d misheard. “Yeah, you he-hic-heard me,” the stallion continued. “You’ll eat ‘em with yer… yer, big, huge, cock.” The pony stumbled as he reached the stage. Now that the princess had for certain heard what he had to say, her eyes narrowed. “Come up here,” Luna commanded. She intended to have a word with this pony. The crowd parted to make way for the green pony as he ambled drunkenly towards the stage, downing the last of his cider before tossing the bottle away. He climbed onto the stage and Luna stepped forward. “Just what do you think you’re doing,” she whispered angrily at the pony. “And why are you wearing sunglasses? It’s night!” “You jus- hic- jus’ don’t get to change the subject like that. I heard everything from… from whatzizface! Loozeliz… Lube drip… Loose Lip! Loose Lip told me allllllll about it. You’ve got a DICK! And you use it to EAT PONIES!” Many in the crowd simply went silent, the awkwardness of this terrible moment confusing the ponies. Luna felt her heart beat faster. This stallion was ruining everything. “I think you need to leave, sir,” she said, when suddenly, she saw the drunkard circle around her and put his hand between her thighs. “Why you insolent… guards!” Luna whipped around. “This is a night of wholesome family entertainment, sir,” she said as the guards approached. But she was so enraged at this buffoon that she didn’t notice when they suddenly stopped, or why. There was a gasp from the ponies below as something very large appeared under Luna’s hips. “That you would come here, inebriated no less, and accost a mare in front of everyone is… is unacceptable! I have half a mind to… to… Oh no...” That’s when she saw it. The hulking form of her erect penis now visible to everyone. It throbbed, bobbing beneath her belly. “Er… n-nothing to see here, citizens,” Luna announced, sweating nervously. “It’s huge.” “What the hay!” “Wow! What a freak! You think she strokes it to the other princesses?” Luna frowned. Are they… are they making fun of me? “Everyone remain calm. There’s absolutely nothing to fear.” The green stallion disagreed. “W-why does it feel like it’s looking at me?” Like a cobra, Luna’s black schlong snapped forward, engulfing the pony’s head its opening, the stallion screaming in confusion and fear inside the princess’ glans. Luna’s eyes clenched shut as a sensation she hadn’t felt in over a thousand hears suddenly returned, and she whimpered. Her cock bucked and there was a slurp as the pony was tugged in up to his shoulders inside Luna’s rod, the black organ expanding to accept its first victim in over a millennium. Luna attempted to turn and push the pony out, but the feeling. It was too much. “Sweet Celestia,” she whispered, legs trembling. The green stallion kicked and wiggled, but all it did was speed up his journey into Luna’s body. Soon he was up to his hips into the throbbing cock, Luna’s face contorting as she moaned loud enough to convince everyone that this was no stage act. With a few more jerks, the drunken pony was drawn through Luna’s erection. The crowd watched as he was then slowly deposited into the princess’ ballsack, the heavy scrotum swelling up and drooping almost to the ground from the added weight. It began swinging about as the pony inside struggled and screamed. When it was all over, Luna groaned, her tongue hanging from her mouth, sweat glistening on her brow like stars in a midnight sky. It was then that the first screams were heard. No longer transfixed by the sight of one pony devouring another, and with a penis, no less, the crowd went into a panic, ponies darting every which way, grabbing foals and special someponies alike in an attempt to flee. “She’s a monster! A MONSTER!” “Everyone save yourselves!” “I want my mommy!” Luna recollected her senses and raised a hoof. “No, wait! It was a mistake! No, an illusion! Yes, a prank! I’m still your Princess of the Night!” Luna’s eyes watered. This couldn’t be happening. Not again! Not after all the hard work she’d put into her appearance over the past few years. Her efforts at connecting with her subjects. Making sure they knew the real her. How much she loved them. It wasn’t fair!. This was her night to be special. To be loved! And the stupid pony now stewing in her balls had gone and ruined it. They thought she was a monster! Luna wiped her eyes, now reddened with tears. How dare they mock her. First they make fun of her, and now they scream in terror over a pony they’ve known for years now! “Very well… if it be a monster you crave… then a monster you shall receive!” Luna spread her wings and swooped down into the crowd. A mare, seeing a shadow growing around her in the moonlight, turned around just in time to see the empty blackness of Luna’s urethra spreading wide open... Author's Note Yeah, sorry for this being very last-minute. Was very sick for the past few days. Hopefully it meets expectations, whatever those may have been. 3 RampageCelestia turned around as she walked up Royal Road towards the castle. Already she could hear the screams of Nightmare Night coming from the plaza. It sounded like this Nightmare Night was off to a great start. “She doesn’t waste any time,” Celestia said with a grin. Behind her, hurried hoofsteps grew louder and louder. “Princess Celestia. Your Highness! There’s an emergency!” Celestia turned around. “What is it, Sergeant,” she said to the guardspony. “What’s wrong?” “It’s Princess Luna. She’s gone crazy. She’s attacking ponies left and right. It’s chaos!” “Discord’s in Ponyville, Sergeant. And it’s all part of the game.” The guard shook his head. “No. Your Majesty. The Princess. She’s eating ponies with her penis!” “What!?” ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ Ponies tripped and trampled over each other in an attempt to find shelter from the night sky. Overhead, Princess Luna soared, eyeballing her next victim. A young foal, scuttling around, saw his mother. Tears blurring his vision, he raced forward, screaming for his mother, when suddenly there was a loud slurp and his hindhooves were pulled back, and he was lifted into the air. “You’re mine, whelp!” “Mommy! Help!” The little colt flailed about as Luna’s cock bucked and wobbled, yanking the youngster about wildly before sucking him down. The squirming bulge joined Luna’s immense balls which swung back and forth as she flew, muffled churning emanating from the sack as the ponies inside were processed into marecum. The colt’s mother screamed for her son, and Luna licked her lips as she spotted the child’s parent. “Fear not, my subject. You shall join your son quickly. Muahahahah!” She dove towards the mare and her snarling dick swallowed her up in an instant, precum dripping onto the spot where the hapless pony once stood. But Luna still wasn’t satisfied. She looked around. The plaza was nearly empty. The stage was in ruins. Pumpkins were smashed, their green entrails spilled out over the streets. Carts were overturned, food and wares strewn about, stomped on in the mad rush to escape the wrathful princess. Luna sighed and smiled as she closed her eyes. Oh, how she’d missed the sensation. The sharp sting of her cockslit parting to accept her prey. The sensual slide down her throbbing member as they traveled into her body. How her nuts jiggled when they landed inside her ballsack. And of course, the gentle, orgasm inducing vibrations caused by her testicles digesting the ponies into warm, fertile spunk. It massaged her clit in just the right way… Opening her eyes again, Luna sped off down one of the side streets. Once again, she saw more ponies, most running, some only now realizing there was even anything to fear. An old farmer selling grilled corn looked at the stampede in confusion. Brushing his greying moustache in contemplation, he turned to see Luna baring towards him. Before he could understand what was happening, he and his cart were sent flying by the powerful impact of her balls. The pony winced in pain. “My back! Oh, sweet Celestia!” “There is no Celestia, only LUNA!” Luna’s glans took hold of the old pony’s hooves. He yelled. “Help me! Anypony!” But no one would lend a hoof. Everyone was out for themselves. He dug his hooves into the cobblestone, scraping along to drag himself away. “Where do you think you’re going,” Luna growled, bucking her dick to suck the pony in further. He gasped as he reached for anything to hold on to. To save him. He grabbed one of the legs of his overturned cart, managing to pull himself an inch or two out of Luna’s slimy tunnel. She grimaced at the painful sensation of her prey slipping out. Gritting her teeth, she snarled and tucked once more, the old stallion’s hips were sucked down. “Noooo. Please… I’ll do anything!” “Struggle all you want, old pony. This is your last Nightmare Night.” With one mighty buck of her cock, the stallion was yanked back, his grip slipping on the wooden cart leg before being dragged along the rough stone and into Luna’s pulsating penis, never to be seen again, one last shout the only thing anypony would hear from him. As a bone-chilling crunch came from Luna’s balls as they contracted, along with a low rumble, Luna’s cock began to swell up. Extending in length slowly, she moaned blissfully as her rod expanded in size, eventually swelling up to four ponies in length from the base, and as big around as one’s waist. Luna couldn’t wait to try it out. But then again, perhaps things had gone too far. Perhaps there was still a chance to salvage Nightmare Night. This small flicker of reason fought to survive in Luna’s turbulent mind. But it was soon snuffed out by what Luna saw in a nearby shop window. She looked at the televisions on display, and her fury went out of control. ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ The PNN feed was broadcast all over Equestria. “This is Hot Roll, reporting live from Palomino Road in Canterlot where a veritable stampede of ponies are trying to run from what appears to be Princess Luna.” The speaker was a peach pony with a rose and mint colored mane, with a heavy brown coat and a pink scarf around her neck. A camerapony and crew were around her, and she held a microphone in her hoof. “Eyewitnesses reported seeing the Princess of the Night devouring ponies alive with what appears to be a penis. Sir, can you tell us what happened?” She turned to a sobbing stallion dressed as a mummy, the toilet paper around his face soaked with tears. “She… she flew over us with her d-d-dick dangling a-a-and. And she took my wi-hi-hi-hi-hiiiife! She ate her and now she’s gooooone!” The pony broke into hysterics and blew his nose on some hanging wrapping. The newsmare cringed guiltily and went to the next pony over, a backwoods-looking pony with one overall and a crumpled straw hat. “I ain’t seen a cockvorin’ this bad since the Great Vore o’ ‘69… or maybe that were jus’ some bad LSD. Aaaaah, Haystock.” A look of bliss overcame the old stallion. But before Hot Roll could ask another question, there was a flash of blue light. Luna was right above them. “You’re broadcasting this!?” Hot Roll tripped back in shock. The old stallion and news crew scattered except for the diligent camerapony still recording everything as the anchormare crawled backwards. Luna seethed with rage, snorting as her now seven-foot-tall and waist-thick dick throbbed above, growling at the pony below, precum sputtering from the tip. “Y-y-your majesty, I-” Luna’s cock leapt out and the tip expanded to take hold of Hot Roll’s hind legs. She screamed as the monstrous organ dragged her along the pavement, messing up her coat and mane. It tossed her aside against a newspaper rack, the papers spilling over her. Clambering to her hooves, she sobbed, tears welling up as she tried to get away, only for her pink scarf to tug her back as Luna’s dick took in its trailing end, pulling her back towards her demise. “S-somepony help me! Please! Anypony!?” She looked at her camerapony who kept filming. He was too shocked to respond even when Hot Roll called him by name, his instinctive impulse to record everything taking over as his mind struggled to process what was happening. “Don’t just stand there! Don’t let her eat meeeee!” Luna licked her lips as the scarf was pulled closer and closer to her tip, wings flapping to keep her aloft. With merely a foot to spare, Hot Roll managed to grab onto a lamppost, wrapping her hoof around it for dear life. The princess snarled. “Why you stubborn little...” She tugged and tugged with all her might against the scarf, trying to pull the pony in. Hot Roll felt her grip slipping, unable to match the strength of Luna’s tugging dick and flapping wings. Her mascara ran down her cheeks as she sobbed, fear gripping her heart. When at last her grip failed, the force of the member’s pull jerked her back from the lamppost like a slingshot, flinging her up in the air. Hot Roll screamed as she somersaulted through the night air. When at last gravity brought her back down, she opened her eyes in time to see Luna’s cock beneath her, the meatus stretching wide open to accept its meal. The hapless mare landed headfirst into the opening, her limbs flailing about in the open air. Luna’s cock violently jerked up, pulling in Hot Roll’s shoulders, her red and green tail swishing about haphazardly. Another jerk, and another foot of the mare was slurped into Luna’s dick. Luna grinned and chuckled to herself. Hot Roll’s legs kicked about vainly. “Witness this, Equestria, and know what happens to those who cross the Princess of the Night!” With one mighty, thunderous gulp, Luna’s throbbing cock swallowed Hot Roll. Televisions all over Equestria screened the horrifying sight of the bulge of the beloved anchormare sinking down Luna’s length, the pony’s muffled screams echoing in the night. It only took two seconds, but for the viewers it felt like an agonizing hour. Luna’s balls bounced as the mare landed inside, swelling out even more. There was a deep gurgling sound and then a tremendous, wet belch. With a clunk, Hot Roll’s spunk-coated microphone landed on the ground. A stallion in a blue suit stared forward in shock across his desk. After several awkward seconds, there was a whisper of ‘you’re live,’ and he cleared his throat. “We… are experiencing some technical difficulties. We meant to cut back to the studio. We apologize for the graphic scene you’ve just witnessed. W-we’ll be back in a moment.” Author's Note Luna's madness grows, and no one in Equestria is safe on this terrible Nightmare Night. I'm so very sorry for how late this is. The whole story was meant to be finished in time for Halloween, but work and other events have gotten in the way. I hope the quality of the story will make up for the delay you've had to deal with.
1 Prelude to VoreSunlight beamed through the window of Princess Celestia’s sitting room as the royal mare herself laughed, her horn’s golden aura setting a cup and saucer down with a delicate ‘clink.’ “Oh, Loose Lip, you’re such a card,” the Princess said after wiping a tear away. “I’m so glad you were able to come and visit today. It’s been too long since we’ve gotten to spend any time together.” She sighed, smiling at her visitor, a cream-colored stallion with a coiffed green mane and a pair of half-moon glasses. On his flank was a cutie mark depicting a silhouette of one pony whispering in another’s ear. “Same, Your Majesty. Of course, it’s mostly your fault, sending me away on those ‘diplomatic fact gathering’ trips,” the stallion replied, playfully quoting with his hooves. “Are you sure it isn’t your fault for being so good at what you do?” “More like my fault for being so easily swayed by a cute face.” The princess smirked. “Flatterer.” She turned her head and looked out the window, down into the streets of Canterlot. The ivory towers began to turn gold as the afternoon sun began to set, matching the colors of the fall leaves that dotted the streets and corners of Equestria’s capital. Everything was busier than usual, however, as dark banners and wooden stalls were being set up not just here in Canterlot, but all over the pony nation. A large, dark blue flag with a crescent moon made clear the occasion. “Nightmere Night,” sighed Celestia. Though it was one of Equestria’s most beloved holidays, the event always brought back painful memories for the alabaster alicorn. “Loosey,” she said, turning back to her guest. “Did I ever tell you about how this night started?” Loose Lip shifted on his pillow, pondering. “No… No I don’t think so. What’s the story?” Celestia took another sip of her tea and gazed out the window. “It all started after I banished my sister to the moon,” she began, frowning. “Almost a year had passed since I had used the Elements against my best friend, and her absence seemed almost too much to bear. After all she’d done to Equestria, ponies began praising me for the one decision I regretted most of all. I knew they would never see her as the loving sister I remembered, but I could still keep her memory alive. Maybe even with something positive.” Loose Lip nodded. “So you made the anniversary of her banishment...” “Nightmare Night. Yes.” Celestia nodded. “She and I had always loved practical jokes, so it seemed fitting to focus on scares. And night, obviously. She’d always been so sad that hardly anyone loved her night. I suppose this was my way of making up for everything. Letting others see how beautiful it was. How beautiful she was.” Celestia watched as her subjects hastily and merrily prepared for the night’s festivities. At the rate things were going, this was looking to be the biggest Nightmare Night ever. Celestia’s smile returned. “I’m so glad she’s returned. And she was so happy when she found out that there was a whole holiday dedicated to her. Oh, you should have seen the look on her face when I told her all about it.” Celestia clopped her hooves together, beaming. Loose Lip sipped his tea again. “And after that, the legend of Nightmare Moon came about, right? Giving her candy, gobbling up ponies. Wearing disguises. That sort of thing?” Celestia nodded. “Half-truths which got embellished over time. You know how those things go.” She sipped. “Some of that sounds like more than just embellishment, Princess,” Loose Lip replied. Celestia blinked. “What I mean is, the tale grew in the telling.” “How does covering the world in eternal night lead to costumes and eating ponies?” Celestia shrugged. “Er, well… it’s from a turn of phrase.” Loose Lip simply raised a brow and leaned forward. Celestia, in turn, took another sip. “Princess?” “Y-yes, what is it?” “I know that look, Princess. You’re hiding something. Come on, we’ve been friends for years. Spill! What’s the matter?” Celestia felt her brow moistening. She looked to the window and then back at her friend. “Loosey, I have to get ready for the festivities.” “You don’t need to set the sun for another two hours,” Loose Lip pointed out. “Come ooooooon...” The stallion didn’t like using his special talent for coaxing information out of ponies on his friends, but curiosity often got the better of him. He stared into her eyes, his glasses sliding down his nose, exposing Celestia to the intensity of his deep, blue eyes. Celestia caved. “Oh, fine,” she groaned. “But you must promise not to tell a soul,” the Princess implored, leaning across the table. “My lips are sealed,” the stallion answered, leaning forward to meet her. Celestia tensed up, then relaxed. “I’m… not very proud of this but, long ago, when Starswirl first turned Equestria into a Principality… we had the death penalty.” “Oh.” Celestia seemed to shrink back. “It was a different time… we thought it was necessary to maintain order. We didn’t use it that much… But traditional methods were too gruesome. That’s when Luna found an ancient text that spoke of something called ‘cock vore.’" “Huh?” “Luna has a… condition. I really don’t know how to say this,” she said, as Loose Lip drank his tea, eyes locked forward, “but… she has a penis. And testicles.” The green-haired stallion spat out his drink with shock, spraying tea all over Celestia who barely managed to avoid being drenched by throwing up magic shield. She sighed. “Yes, she… has male parts in addition to her female ones. Th-that’s a story for a different time. If ever. I really shouldn’t be telling you this.” Loose Lip stood up. “Nonononono! Please, go on!” Celestia relented with a groan but without protest and continued. “It’s an old kind of dark magic where a pony uses their penis to devour others. There’s no blood. No body left behind. At the time, it seemed like the best option. Executions still had to be held in public, however, which was something that always made Luna self-conscious. I think that’s why she began spending so much time alone.” “Anyway, that’s how the fable of Nightmare Moon eating ponies came about. The costumes were probably inspired by fugitives in disguise.” Celestia seemed to finally relax after telling Loose Lip everything. For his part, Loose Lip seemed to almost regret asking. “Well, I’m glad I know, now… I think?” Celestia looked up, a grave expression on her face. “I mean what I said before, Loose Lip. Do not tell a soul. Understand?” Loose Lip pushed his glasses up and smiled nervously. “Of course,” he answered. “My lips are sealed!” ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ Princess Luna yawned, stretching as she awoke from her day’s slumber. The rays of the late afternoon sun had aroused her from her sleep, and she blinked disdainfully at the light. “Nnnnnn. Just five more minutes,” she groaned, rolling away from her window. As she did so, however, she felt a dull pain preventing her from further action. “Oh… not again.” The princess rolled onto her back once more and threw back the covers with a sigh. It didn’t happen terribly often, but she’d learned the hard way that it was better to deal with this sort of thing immediately. It wouldn’t go away, otherwise. A long shadow was cast from Luna’s bed away from the balcony window. But it wasn’t from her horn. Nor was it from any of her bedposts. Between Luna’s thighs rose a towering, smooth horsecock, black as the night itself and splotched with dark blue towards the base. It pulsated slowly in time with its owner’s heartbeat, and bucked every few seconds. Altogether, it was nearly two feet long. Two, smooth, round balls sat beneath the monstrosity, swollen with a week’s worth of cum until by now they were each the size of a grapefruit. Luna sighed and reached out with her magic, biting her lower lip as faint, azure glow wrapped itself around the mare’s member. “Easy does it…” The alicorn wiggled her hips, her penis swaying at the movement as the glow began to move up towards the flared, black tip, before coming back down to the base, eliciting a moan from the mare. She hated that this thing was a part of her, always making itself known when she least expected. And yet, she very much enjoyed the alone time. The glow squeezed around the fat cock, increasing in speed as it pumped away at the pulsing organ. Luna smiled in spite of herself, licking her lips as her tip began leaking pre from her tip, the magic spreading it around her to ease the pumping. She stayed like this for a while, rhythmically stroking herself, panting and bucking her hips once in a while. “Mmmmmm.” Eventually, she felt a tug in her balls, letting her know her private time was almost over. Picking up the pace once more, the magic hummed around her dick, and Luna’s every breath became heavier and heavier. She was so close, she could feel it. Her balls contracted, and a large lump made its way from the base of the pony’s cock to the tip. The bedchamber doors swung open. “Luna, wake up,” came Celestia’s voice. “It’s ti… L-Luna!” “T-Tiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-” came Luna’s shocked reply, her sister’s name morphing into an orgasmic moan as a thick blast of semen was launched from Luna’s cock, the thick rope of white cream arcing across the room and landing across her sister’s face. It coated her mane and nose, leaving the elder of the two sisters gaping, eyes wide with shock. Luna groaned as her orgasm subsided, a few more spurts landing on her sheets. She winced as she saw what she’d done to her beloved sister. “Celestia. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-” “It’s fine,” Celestia said, cutting her off. “I shouldn’t have barged in so suddenly. I’ll knock next time.” She took a cloth lying near the door and used it to wipe her face. Her hair would need a wash, however. Meanwhile, Luna pulled the covers back up to hide her drooping dick as her erection went back down. “Ahem. Was there something you needed sister?” Celestia looked back up. “Oh, yes. Thank you. I just thought you might like to get an early start for this evening. You remember what day it is, don’t you?” Luna looked back and forth between her sister’s eyes before realization hit her and she beamed. “Nightmare Night!” She threw back the covers once more and looked out the balcony. Everything was almost complete, everypony gathering in the streets for the big opening of the spookiest night in Equestria. Luna trotted in place giddily. “Oh, Tia, I can’t wait. I need to get dressed! No, showered! Then dressed! Oh, thank you so much for waking me up! I have to go!” Flaring her wings, she sped off to her bath chamber, not even bothering shut the door behind her. Celestia rolled her eyes and followed her out. She smiled. It made her happy to see her sister so excited. She was grateful for having a second chance to be sisters. But just as she was about to leave the room, she noticed her reflection in Luna’s vanity. She frowned as she saw one last dollop of thick mare spunk on her regal nose. She thought for a moment and looked down the hallway. Luna was already gone. She looked back at the mirror. “Waste not,” she decided, and licked the offending cum up. Author's Note And so it begins. I really don't know how I got roped into this. It's really my fault for saying I'd write it. You've been warned.
2 Truth's BreakoutRising Crust’s pastry shop was filled to the brim with ponies, a line going outside and wrapping around the corner. Loose Lip was sitting in a corner with some old academy friends over one of the owner’s famous pumpkin pies. “So you had tea with the princess? That’s amazing!” “What’s she like?” “Can she read minds?” “Is she single?” Everyone looked at the green stallion asking the question. “What? Couldn’t hurt to ask.” As the rest laughed, another, younger stallion with a green coat and blue and yellow hair looked over at Loose Lip. “So, Loose… you know how you travel a lot? And can’t ever talk about it?” “Yeah,” Loose Lip said as he took another bite of pie. “So are you, uh, are you a spy?” Loose Lip began choking, retching over his plate before frantically grabbing his milk and downing it, gasping for air. “What kind of question is that,” he choked out as he forced air back into his lungs. “One we all agreed on,” answered a pony with sunglasses and two empty cider bottles. “I mean, we’re friends, but you hardly ever tell us, like, anything, bro.” He leaned back and took a swig of cider number three, then burped and looked at Loose Lip, making the latter nervous. “Uh… well, it’s just very important, sensitive work I do.” “Sensitive means juicy right?” said the green pony. “Something you’re just dying to tell someone? Anyone?” He put his hooves on the table and leaned over. “I mean, surely not everything is super important. Just something innocuous. Like Princess Luna’s favorite color.” “Well...” Loose pondered. Everyone leaned in. He supposed he owed it to his friends to open up a little about his life. Maybe something unimportant. But funny. Princess Luna, huh? Then he remembered. “There is one thing I found out today… and it technically isn’t top secret, though I did kinda promise.” Thinking about the princess’ words, and her love for pranks, this probably wasn’t even true, anyway. It was just too ridiculous. “Alright, fine. There is one thing I can tell you.” Loose’s friends listened intently. ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ It was finally time for sunset, and a crowd of hundreds had gathered in Canterlot Park where a stage had been set up in front of the Lunar Pedestal, a huge, silver sculpture of a crescent moon set upon a marble dais. On the stage was Princess Celestia, the last, golden rays of sunlight filtered through her waving rainbow mane, casting a dazzling prismatic light over the crowd. When she spoke, the crowd went silent. “Greetings, my dear subjects. As you all know, fall is in full bloom, and our days are getting shorter. And it is time for this day, to end.” The princess’s horn glowed and the sun dipped into the horizon, pulling the curtain of night over the land of Equestria. Stars began to shimmer as the twilight dimmed into blackness. “But this night, as you well know, is not like other nights. For tonight, the Dream Realm leaks into our reality, and terror waits behind every tree and stone and corner in all the land. I wish I could keep you all safe. But during this night, my powers wane. Steel yourselves, everypony. Your fates are now in the hooves of… oh no. Can you hear it? She’s already coming!” Fog crept onto the stage as the crowd gasped and looked around. Some of the fillies and colts shivered even as their smiling parents held them close. Celestia crept back down the stairs behind the temporary stage and winked at her Luna. “You’re up, sis.” Luna smiled at Celestia and took a deep breath, climbing up the stage behind the fog. “My sister is right… tonight is a dreadful night. Where the dead walk, the ghouls stalk, and creepy creatures crawl out of every nook and cranny. And your fates are in the hooves of I,” she boomed, now using the Royal Canterlot Voice for dramatic effect as her silhouette grew in the fog. She chuckled as she emerged from the fog. “The Princess of the Night!” Gasps echoed back at her from the enthralled crowd. Those acting lessons her sister had recommended had really paid off for Luna. For her, this was one of the best parts of Nightmare Night. The intro. “I see many unfamiliar faces here, tonight,” she mused. “Skeletons. Vampires. Cobbled-together monstrosities of science,” she said, looking at a pony dressed as Frankenstallion’s monster. “A pity. I had so hoped to feast on pony flesh. If you see any, send them my way.” The princess licked her lips for emphasis. “And if I happen to catch anyone, well… you’d better have plenty of candy to tempt me away.” The princess walked across the stage, her hoof falls echoing in the park. As she looked over the crowd, she frowned. Some of the costumes she was seeing, especially among the mares, were more… risque than she remembered. Didn’t witches wear long black robes? Quite a few were in fishnets. The vampire women were trying desperately to show the curves of their flanks. And even a stallion dressed as Bayson Vorhooves had the mask right, but the tight pair of swim briefs he wore was leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. I know Celestia calls me a prude but… surely this isn’t right. It’s a holiday mostly for children. Were the costumes always like this? Is it just my imagination? Maybe her sister was right and this was perfectly normal. Even so, that did little to quell the warmth growing in Luna’s loins. As long as she kept calm, however, her private-masking spell would hide any excitement her subjects would cause her. She cleared her throat and continued on. “Of course you all wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t cause for merriment. Food. Drink. Candy. And games aplenty. But be sure to share some of the spoils with your dear Princess… for if I’m not sated, I’ll have to switch meal plans. And especially for any of you foals listening. Beware! For if I catch you… I’ll gobble you up. Muahahahahahahahaha!” Luna’s arced her head back as she laughed maniacally, raising the moon into the sky to beam its dim, silver glow down on the realm. Oh, how she loved this night. Having people genuinely look forward to seeing her each year brightened her night. She was so thankful for her sister giving her this wonderful moment. A moment that was shattered by four little words. “Yeah! With your cock! Heheheh!” Luna’s eyes went wide and she froze. Surely that was just her imagination. There were murmurs in the crowd. Luna scanned them all and saw some looking at a drunken pony with sunglasses ambling towards the stage, cider bottle in hand, reeking of alcohol. “I beg your pardon,” Luna said out loud. The presentation was over, so it couldn’t hurt to reassure herself that she’d misheard. “Yeah, you he-hic-heard me,” the stallion continued. “You’ll eat ‘em with yer… yer, big, huge, cock.” The pony stumbled as he reached the stage. Now that the princess had for certain heard what he had to say, her eyes narrowed. “Come up here,” Luna commanded. She intended to have a word with this pony. The crowd parted to make way for the green pony as he ambled drunkenly towards the stage, downing the last of his cider before tossing the bottle away. He climbed onto the stage and Luna stepped forward. “Just what do you think you’re doing,” she whispered angrily at the pony. “And why are you wearing sunglasses? It’s night!” “You jus- hic- jus’ don’t get to change the subject like that. I heard everything from… from whatzizface! Loozeliz… Lube drip… Loose Lip! Loose Lip told me allllllll about it. You’ve got a DICK! And you use it to EAT PONIES!” Many in the crowd simply went silent, the awkwardness of this terrible moment confusing the ponies. Luna felt her heart beat faster. This stallion was ruining everything. “I think you need to leave, sir,” she said, when suddenly, she saw the drunkard circle around her and put his hand between her thighs. “Why you insolent… guards!” Luna whipped around. “This is a night of wholesome family entertainment, sir,” she said as the guards approached. But she was so enraged at this buffoon that she didn’t notice when they suddenly stopped, or why. There was a gasp from the ponies below as something very large appeared under Luna’s hips. “That you would come here, inebriated no less, and accost a mare in front of everyone is… is unacceptable! I have half a mind to… to… Oh no...” That’s when she saw it. The hulking form of her erect penis now visible to everyone. It throbbed, bobbing beneath her belly. “Er… n-nothing to see here, citizens,” Luna announced, sweating nervously. “It’s huge.” “What the hay!” “Wow! What a freak! You think she strokes it to the other princesses?” Luna frowned. Are they… are they making fun of me? “Everyone remain calm. There’s absolutely nothing to fear.” The green stallion disagreed. “W-why does it feel like it’s looking at me?” Like a cobra, Luna’s black schlong snapped forward, engulfing the pony’s head its opening, the stallion screaming in confusion and fear inside the princess’ glans. Luna’s eyes clenched shut as a sensation she hadn’t felt in over a thousand hears suddenly returned, and she whimpered. Her cock bucked and there was a slurp as the pony was tugged in up to his shoulders inside Luna’s rod, the black organ expanding to accept its first victim in over a millennium. Luna attempted to turn and push the pony out, but the feeling. It was too much. “Sweet Celestia,” she whispered, legs trembling. The green stallion kicked and wiggled, but all it did was speed up his journey into Luna’s body. Soon he was up to his hips into the throbbing cock, Luna’s face contorting as she moaned loud enough to convince everyone that this was no stage act. With a few more jerks, the drunken pony was drawn through Luna’s erection. The crowd watched as he was then slowly deposited into the princess’ ballsack, the heavy scrotum swelling up and drooping almost to the ground from the added weight. It began swinging about as the pony inside struggled and screamed. When it was all over, Luna groaned, her tongue hanging from her mouth, sweat glistening on her brow like stars in a midnight sky. It was then that the first screams were heard. No longer transfixed by the sight of one pony devouring another, and with a penis, no less, the crowd went into a panic, ponies darting every which way, grabbing foals and special someponies alike in an attempt to flee. “She’s a monster! A MONSTER!” “Everyone save yourselves!” “I want my mommy!” Luna recollected her senses and raised a hoof. “No, wait! It was a mistake! No, an illusion! Yes, a prank! I’m still your Princess of the Night!” Luna’s eyes watered. This couldn’t be happening. Not again! Not after all the hard work she’d put into her appearance over the past few years. Her efforts at connecting with her subjects. Making sure they knew the real her. How much she loved them. It wasn’t fair!. This was her night to be special. To be loved! And the stupid pony now stewing in her balls had gone and ruined it. They thought she was a monster! Luna wiped her eyes, now reddened with tears. How dare they mock her. First they make fun of her, and now they scream in terror over a pony they’ve known for years now! “Very well… if it be a monster you crave… then a monster you shall receive!” Luna spread her wings and swooped down into the crowd. A mare, seeing a shadow growing around her in the moonlight, turned around just in time to see the empty blackness of Luna’s urethra spreading wide open... Author's Note Yeah, sorry for this being very last-minute. Was very sick for the past few days. Hopefully it meets expectations, whatever those may have been.
3 RampageCelestia turned around as she walked up Royal Road towards the castle. Already she could hear the screams of Nightmare Night coming from the plaza. It sounded like this Nightmare Night was off to a great start. “She doesn’t waste any time,” Celestia said with a grin. Behind her, hurried hoofsteps grew louder and louder. “Princess Celestia. Your Highness! There’s an emergency!” Celestia turned around. “What is it, Sergeant,” she said to the guardspony. “What’s wrong?” “It’s Princess Luna. She’s gone crazy. She’s attacking ponies left and right. It’s chaos!” “Discord’s in Ponyville, Sergeant. And it’s all part of the game.” The guard shook his head. “No. Your Majesty. The Princess. She’s eating ponies with her penis!” “What!?” ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ Ponies tripped and trampled over each other in an attempt to find shelter from the night sky. Overhead, Princess Luna soared, eyeballing her next victim. A young foal, scuttling around, saw his mother. Tears blurring his vision, he raced forward, screaming for his mother, when suddenly there was a loud slurp and his hindhooves were pulled back, and he was lifted into the air. “You’re mine, whelp!” “Mommy! Help!” The little colt flailed about as Luna’s cock bucked and wobbled, yanking the youngster about wildly before sucking him down. The squirming bulge joined Luna’s immense balls which swung back and forth as she flew, muffled churning emanating from the sack as the ponies inside were processed into marecum. The colt’s mother screamed for her son, and Luna licked her lips as she spotted the child’s parent. “Fear not, my subject. You shall join your son quickly. Muahahahah!” She dove towards the mare and her snarling dick swallowed her up in an instant, precum dripping onto the spot where the hapless pony once stood. But Luna still wasn’t satisfied. She looked around. The plaza was nearly empty. The stage was in ruins. Pumpkins were smashed, their green entrails spilled out over the streets. Carts were overturned, food and wares strewn about, stomped on in the mad rush to escape the wrathful princess. Luna sighed and smiled as she closed her eyes. Oh, how she’d missed the sensation. The sharp sting of her cockslit parting to accept her prey. The sensual slide down her throbbing member as they traveled into her body. How her nuts jiggled when they landed inside her ballsack. And of course, the gentle, orgasm inducing vibrations caused by her testicles digesting the ponies into warm, fertile spunk. It massaged her clit in just the right way… Opening her eyes again, Luna sped off down one of the side streets. Once again, she saw more ponies, most running, some only now realizing there was even anything to fear. An old farmer selling grilled corn looked at the stampede in confusion. Brushing his greying moustache in contemplation, he turned to see Luna baring towards him. Before he could understand what was happening, he and his cart were sent flying by the powerful impact of her balls. The pony winced in pain. “My back! Oh, sweet Celestia!” “There is no Celestia, only LUNA!” Luna’s glans took hold of the old pony’s hooves. He yelled. “Help me! Anypony!” But no one would lend a hoof. Everyone was out for themselves. He dug his hooves into the cobblestone, scraping along to drag himself away. “Where do you think you’re going,” Luna growled, bucking her dick to suck the pony in further. He gasped as he reached for anything to hold on to. To save him. He grabbed one of the legs of his overturned cart, managing to pull himself an inch or two out of Luna’s slimy tunnel. She grimaced at the painful sensation of her prey slipping out. Gritting her teeth, she snarled and tucked once more, the old stallion’s hips were sucked down. “Noooo. Please… I’ll do anything!” “Struggle all you want, old pony. This is your last Nightmare Night.” With one mighty buck of her cock, the stallion was yanked back, his grip slipping on the wooden cart leg before being dragged along the rough stone and into Luna’s pulsating penis, never to be seen again, one last shout the only thing anypony would hear from him. As a bone-chilling crunch came from Luna’s balls as they contracted, along with a low rumble, Luna’s cock began to swell up. Extending in length slowly, she moaned blissfully as her rod expanded in size, eventually swelling up to four ponies in length from the base, and as big around as one’s waist. Luna couldn’t wait to try it out. But then again, perhaps things had gone too far. Perhaps there was still a chance to salvage Nightmare Night. This small flicker of reason fought to survive in Luna’s turbulent mind. But it was soon snuffed out by what Luna saw in a nearby shop window. She looked at the televisions on display, and her fury went out of control. ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ The PNN feed was broadcast all over Equestria. “This is Hot Roll, reporting live from Palomino Road in Canterlot where a veritable stampede of ponies are trying to run from what appears to be Princess Luna.” The speaker was a peach pony with a rose and mint colored mane, with a heavy brown coat and a pink scarf around her neck. A camerapony and crew were around her, and she held a microphone in her hoof. “Eyewitnesses reported seeing the Princess of the Night devouring ponies alive with what appears to be a penis. Sir, can you tell us what happened?” She turned to a sobbing stallion dressed as a mummy, the toilet paper around his face soaked with tears. “She… she flew over us with her d-d-dick dangling a-a-and. And she took my wi-hi-hi-hi-hiiiife! She ate her and now she’s gooooone!” The pony broke into hysterics and blew his nose on some hanging wrapping. The newsmare cringed guiltily and went to the next pony over, a backwoods-looking pony with one overall and a crumpled straw hat. “I ain’t seen a cockvorin’ this bad since the Great Vore o’ ‘69… or maybe that were jus’ some bad LSD. Aaaaah, Haystock.” A look of bliss overcame the old stallion. But before Hot Roll could ask another question, there was a flash of blue light. Luna was right above them. “You’re broadcasting this!?” Hot Roll tripped back in shock. The old stallion and news crew scattered except for the diligent camerapony still recording everything as the anchormare crawled backwards. Luna seethed with rage, snorting as her now seven-foot-tall and waist-thick dick throbbed above, growling at the pony below, precum sputtering from the tip. “Y-y-your majesty, I-” Luna’s cock leapt out and the tip expanded to take hold of Hot Roll’s hind legs. She screamed as the monstrous organ dragged her along the pavement, messing up her coat and mane. It tossed her aside against a newspaper rack, the papers spilling over her. Clambering to her hooves, she sobbed, tears welling up as she tried to get away, only for her pink scarf to tug her back as Luna’s dick took in its trailing end, pulling her back towards her demise. “S-somepony help me! Please! Anypony!?” She looked at her camerapony who kept filming. He was too shocked to respond even when Hot Roll called him by name, his instinctive impulse to record everything taking over as his mind struggled to process what was happening. “Don’t just stand there! Don’t let her eat meeeee!” Luna licked her lips as the scarf was pulled closer and closer to her tip, wings flapping to keep her aloft. With merely a foot to spare, Hot Roll managed to grab onto a lamppost, wrapping her hoof around it for dear life. The princess snarled. “Why you stubborn little...” She tugged and tugged with all her might against the scarf, trying to pull the pony in. Hot Roll felt her grip slipping, unable to match the strength of Luna’s tugging dick and flapping wings. Her mascara ran down her cheeks as she sobbed, fear gripping her heart. When at last her grip failed, the force of the member’s pull jerked her back from the lamppost like a slingshot, flinging her up in the air. Hot Roll screamed as she somersaulted through the night air. When at last gravity brought her back down, she opened her eyes in time to see Luna’s cock beneath her, the meatus stretching wide open to accept its meal. The hapless mare landed headfirst into the opening, her limbs flailing about in the open air. Luna’s cock violently jerked up, pulling in Hot Roll’s shoulders, her red and green tail swishing about haphazardly. Another jerk, and another foot of the mare was slurped into Luna’s dick. Luna grinned and chuckled to herself. Hot Roll’s legs kicked about vainly. “Witness this, Equestria, and know what happens to those who cross the Princess of the Night!” With one mighty, thunderous gulp, Luna’s throbbing cock swallowed Hot Roll. Televisions all over Equestria screened the horrifying sight of the bulge of the beloved anchormare sinking down Luna’s length, the pony’s muffled screams echoing in the night. It only took two seconds, but for the viewers it felt like an agonizing hour. Luna’s balls bounced as the mare landed inside, swelling out even more. There was a deep gurgling sound and then a tremendous, wet belch. With a clunk, Hot Roll’s spunk-coated microphone landed on the ground. A stallion in a blue suit stared forward in shock across his desk. After several awkward seconds, there was a whisper of ‘you’re live,’ and he cleared his throat. “We… are experiencing some technical difficulties. We meant to cut back to the studio. We apologize for the graphic scene you’ve just witnessed. W-we’ll be back in a moment.” Author's Note Luna's madness grows, and no one in Equestria is safe on this terrible Nightmare Night. I'm so very sorry for how late this is. The whole story was meant to be finished in time for Halloween, but work and other events have gotten in the way. I hope the quality of the story will make up for the delay you've had to deal with.
