Author's Note

This is a sex chapter. Fingering and less story development will be found here.

Can't Dam the River.

Can’t Dam the River.

“I am a drop in a sea of vast idiocy.”

“Where did I leave those keys?”

“I’ll make a good carpet weaver, one day.”

“Eeyup.”

“Can you be a good stallion and still be afraid of spiders?”

Countless thoughts fired past the ears of the keen night princess. In her lair of towering books shelves, satin sheets and constellations maps Luna lay in the very middle of it all. A trance of focus and magic engulfed her as she worked and exercised her gift.

The dream trotter scoured over the litany of sleeping thoughts and vivid dreams within her domain. An endless show that called out in unison to her for all manner of things. Some for help, other for wealth and more without structure or reason to their ramblings. Thousands of years of practice had taught her how to hone in on those in true need. Which ponies were in true need of guidance from the ruler of their expansive land.

Under the cover of silence and skilled movement, she shifted and oozed through the mental fields of dreams until the one she sought lay exposed. A reddened and rash dream, rife with emotion and projecting intense energy. She could smell this one, it was so intense. Sooty ash and wet steel, like war soaked with rain.

Umbra’s mind really had one track, she found. Dipping into the sphere of the sorceress’ mind, Luna discovered the genuine scope of her drive. The entirety of Canterlot rested under a canvas of red sky in a state of utter ruin. Buildings and ponies spread out like a farmland of nothing but crackling blackness sizzling with unnatural heat. Lashing winds carried the stench of rotting meat and rust melded together in a vile potion. Flying above the carnage, her teal eyes spied the tower she called home and the occupant looking out over the anarchy.

Umbra, crowned and dressed, admired her work. A desolate wasteland of suffering, death and slavery. But one that was loyal only to her. The pure content she showed in a horrorscape like this brought churning bubbles of sickness and anguish to Luna’s face, even the most horrific of nightmares were unlike this clear and crisp image of doom.

Something had drawn the Queen away from her window, as if a voice called to her from within the ruined castle. Luna was sure to exploit this opportunity and probe deeper into the mare’s twisted mind. A shadow in form and deathly silent, the night princess blended into the stone walls and dusty floors of the old castle. Just behind Umbra’s flowing cloak of red and white, she made sure to catch every little detail.

“The General has arrived on time. He says his mission in old Ponyville was successful, but he needs to discuss details with you, Majesty.” Her assistant mumbled helplessly, avoiding eye contact with the winding rows of chained slaves waiting to be assigned their duties.

“Prepare the main chamber and be quick about it. I shall need the entire night to speak properly with him.” The young assistant only nodded in agreement, hurriedly jotting everything down on a clipboard the unicorn’s magic could barely bear to hoist at eye level.

“Your other meetings have been cancelled, per your request, Glorious One! What shall we do with the ambassadors?”

“Behead them and clean their skulls. I so desire more decorations for my wardrobe.” The black mare stopped before a great pair of hulking doors, ones that Luna recognized as the barrier between the castle and the outside pavilion. Burned inside and out, their black and crusty masses creaked with enormous volume when slaves began to pull them open. Familiar faces forced to carry ropes in iron muzzles so the Queen could command them at any time.

All this suffering paled in comparison to the sight the seething princess laid eyes on next. Clad head to toe in heavy armor of hammered steel, a figure unlike that of a pony stepped forward. Leaving the hellscape behind him, this hulking beast clanked and clattered like he were filled with buckles and clasps beating against one and other in a drum. A warrior with a demon’s shape, spines of metal that seemed utterly useless in any situation other than intimidation brought a crooked grin the rotten Queen’s snout. Stopping just before the squat mare, the anthropomorphic monster knelt down and set his blade aside. Astutely and respectfully, the horror let its helmeted head droop down in honor of the ebony mare.

“Oh mighty and righteous Umbra, she who hath bested her foes and taken all that can be taken. I beg you to welcome me into your home.” It rumbled with a voice she knew. One muffled under roasted metal.

“Stand, my lovely. This home is your own, so says I.” Umbra replied, shivering and lifting her tail when the monster stood tall once more.

“Come. We have much to discuss.” Luna hid herself away in the grand hall they chose to spoke in, her heart sinking with such terrible sights plastered all around. The heads of her allies and friends behind glass, priceless relics resting in a great fire and the walls of her eternal home painted over with the face of a dramatic tyrant. Umbra was sure and boastful of her power, leading the marching metal man to a most unusual set up. A sofa lay in the center of this grand hall, surrounded by silky sheets and cushions of the finest knit.

“Unwelcome ones begone.” Her voice roared through the room, sending all the servants skittering away like cockroaches under the sunlight. Knowingly and brashly, the mare turned about and faced her only guest.

“Your Master wishes to see that face. Take it off.” She commanded, her grin toothy as a tiger’s.

The figure did as he was commanded, thoughtfully sliding the heavy helm from his head to reveal a surprising person below. Anon, his face smeared with soot and his features much darker than Luna remembered, presented himself. His own cocky smile revealed the effects of corrupting magic in him.

Sharpened teeth, unnatural eye color and darkened skin brought on by ancient and forbidden magic. It morphed flesh and bone just as much as it did one’s mind, permanently scarring the user with obvious signs of devious intent. Anon looked the part as Umbra did, setting his heavy and menacing helmet down on the nearest surface.

“How I’ve longed to be commanded by you, once more.” He said, his voice rattling through Luna’s ethereal body in thunderous waves. Umbra mewed in giddy excitement, clambering onto the enormous couch elegantly.

“Then do as I say and come here, my love.” He happily obliged her, sitting close to the relaxing Queen. It was a wonder his spiky and ridiculous armor didn’t shred the cushions beneath him, spines of black and bladed plates nesting naturally as he leaned forward. Hands clasped in shadowy gauntlets reached out to take her hoof in their metallic and sharp fingers. Claws ran across the steel of her graceful shoe in only the most gentle and loving ways, bringing it to the mouth of the deformed human for a kiss. The smooch brought Umbra obvious and visible pleasure, her ears perking and flicking when the warmth of human lips met her body.

“Mmmph… it has been far too long since I’ve felt your devotion, my Love.”

“And it has been a travesty that such rabble has kept me from giving it.” He replied quickly, smooching up her leg in loving pecks. She giggled and tossed her brilliant mane of bushy black.

“Oh? Did you miss me, dear? Was your heart yearning for the glory and grace of your Queen?” By the time she had finished her sentence, the human had reached her neck with his loving touches. Teeth hardened into fangs nibbled at the fur and flesh, tickling her ever so slightly.

“You don’t know the half of it, your Brilliance. Without the sight of your divine beauty, I hardly have the patience for combat.” She crooned and flexed her muscular neck as he worked such magic on her. An invitation to worship further that wasn’t ignored.

“Rrrrrg, tell me more.” Anon snickered against her, bringing one of his hands to her cheek and cupping it in a sharp grasp.

“Every day without your glory is like fire burning my flesh. My eyes roast and itch without your powerful visage to give me strength. Serving your righteous cause is my only reason for being, my entire purpose in this life, my Queen.” She and him stared into one and other’s eyes, so deeply entranced by the swirling vitriol within. Umbra swooned for this atrocious slaughterer of the innocent and the helpless. A metal clad monster she had perverted out of a well meaning human that meant no harm to anyone. Now, Anon was little more than a slave to do her dirty work and speak nothing but praise about her.

“Show me your teeth, snap your jaw at me once more.” Anon requested, a rare time that he could ask anything from the Queen. Umbra dutiful clapped her jaws at him, gnashing her pearly fangs mere millimeters from the tip of his nose. Meaty clunks of her muscular maw apparently were quite exciting to Anon, making his entire body quake in response.

“RRG! Yes! Such peerless beauty in you!” He huffed, holding her head adoringly between razor fingers.

“Come and partake in this beauty, my love! Your Master lusts to feel your strength around here once again!” Luna could hardly stand to watch anymore, even if her very purpose here was to keep watch on Umbra. Bathing in this wretched dungeon picked at her heart from every angle, an unbelievable aggravation she couldn’t stand. But at the same time, her eyes couldn’t pull away when the monstrous Anon leaned forward and kissed the ebony mare.

Umbra moaned through his maw as their blackened tongues tied together sloppily and noisily. Slurping, smacking and slobbering against one and other, the two were clearly motivated by nothing other than pure lust. Umbra bent to the strength of her human, leaning backwards under his encroach of wet kisses. She twitched and quivered at the feel of his cold, metal hands combing over the curves of her body. Claws that could easily slice through bone were now commanded to love and comfort her. Anon brutalized her with his heated kisses, pushing the rotten Queen further and further until she lay pinned beneath him. Her legs wrapped about his torso and narrowly dodged the slicing plates of his heavy armor, embracing her slave and drinking in his power.

“Uuuaaaghh! Nnf- yes, yes! Ooooh, you insatiable beast!” She gasped before diving back in for another wet and gnashing smooch. Their fangs clacked together and their tongues blasted through one and other’s lips in stabbing motions of lusty release.

“Mmwuah! Cease, stop! Stop!” She howled under him, her arms wrapped tightly about his neck.

“Remove that plate, do it now!” The rude little mare barked at him, accelerating the process with her intrusive magic. The human barely had time to undo buckles and clasps before her red aura began ripping things off of him and flinging them across the room. Some so hard, that the metallic dress embedded stiffly in opposite walls of the hall. His cuirass and gauntlets were gone, exposing his bare chest of scars and burns and thick muscles. His bare hands reached for his greaves, but found them both restrained under further magic.

“No! Leave them on… I adore such an imposing bottom half.” Umbra hissed, spreading both legs in her reclined position.

“You’re admiration of this armor is endless, my Queen. Perhaps I should just show my devotion in full battle dress?”

“No, my Love. For then, I’d never get the proper use of those fingers.” Her eyes focused sharply on his dexterous digits, eager to have them once more. Anon responded smartly, bringing himself close to her exposed hips. The heat radiating off of her boiling, pulsing and oozing marehood brought droplets of sweat to his face. Despite the omnipresent fires of Umbra’s new kingdom, nothing could match the heat of her body. Anon huffed for breath near her steamy entrance, mindfully running fingertips over the contours of her dark folds.

“Rrrrg… too true, my Master. I would be deeply saddened without the opportunity to feel your most beautiful piece with my very hands.” He mumbled with heavy voice, marveling at her sopping cunt and its wafting musk.

“You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes! I cannot get over it!” He replied, clearly growing more bothered and heated from the silky and wet texture.

“I’ve never seen such perfection and beauty in another creature. Yours is simply divine!” The Queen hollered in feminine whines as the human spread her gash, drawing himself near to her winking entrance.

“It’s maddening. Your body trumps all that live, Mighty Umbra.” His words earned him a pat on the head by her haughty hoof just moments before he rammed a pair of fingers into her clenching tunnel. The Queen bucked and writhed like a worm pulled from the Earth when the pleasure zapped through her spine and wrecked her mind.

“Mmph! Anonymous, you beast!” Her booming calls echoed off the stone walls in shaky tones, rattling the ancient foundation of the castle. His digits dug deep into her vortex of flesh and gushing nectar, the winking bulge of her clitoris subjected to harsher stimulation. Anon clamped his maw over her pulsing button, suckling and lapping on it like a primitive animal. Luna could hear the slurps and gulps of Umbra’s muscular tunnel flexing about him, squeezing and milking movements sucking his pumping fingers endlessly and hungrily.

A third slowed neither down, only serving to drive the Queen wilder with shrieks of delight and send more of her sticky pleasure gushing across the sofa. Her eyes rolled about in their sockets helplessly, a black tongue falling from her open mouth in a state of lurid ecstasy. Her heart pounded inside her walls, pulsing so hurriedly that Anon could feel it within her. The canal nearly broke his fingers with the godly pressure it could deliver in all directions.

“Yessss! You love this, my Majesty?” She couldn’t respond, merely huffing and hollering rhythmically as a train engine.

“Cry for me, Umbra! Shout to the heavens your love for me!” He hissed and pressed with titanic force on her squishy love. His fingers plowed through flesh and folds alike without compromise or mercy until they were stopped by the firm barrier to her womb. A clenched cervix that quickly faltered and spasmed when he touched it stood as the only thing between his encroaching digits and her most fertile garden.

The kicking mare grit her fangs together and shrieked like fire had been lit on her face. His touch pounded and beat on her deepest and most sensitive spots, each and every nerve within tweaked like a musician skillfully plucking at the strings of an instrument. Wild bolts of pleasure shot through her uncontrollable body, bubbling away an semblance of sense of dignity.

“NNF- MMMMMH! YES!!! By the divine, YES! Give me all you can, my King! Breed me endlessly! I want all of you! All of you and more!” She cried to the very clouds, a shattering orgasm literally tearing apart the reality around her. Pulsing contractions of agonizing pleasure destroyed the fabric of her dream with rippling distortions of failing control. Her mind shifted priority from the visage of this nightmarish castle, back to the inky blackness of the empty dream realm. Luna was catapulted out, along with the furnishings of the room in a blast of release. A swirling mess of a climax, the Night Trotter watched from afar as Umbra’s dream sputtered and flickered into nothingness.

A moment of silence passed while the disturbed princess got her thoughts back together in a state of alarm. Without another word, she rose from her trance in a sweaty haze of strain.

“Anon… by the Moon, what have we done?” She gasped quietly, rising to shaky hooves and quickly leaving her room behind. A message had to be taken to her sister before too long. Luna trot with speed and purpose for her sister’s chambers. Celestia had to know that Umbra’s mind still lay rife with horror and lust for power. The Princess could only imagine what a mind twisted and contorted by evil like hers could do when stuck in a helpless town of easily influenced laborers. Bursting through the door’s of her Sister’s chambers, Luna was keen to wake the sleeping alicorn with both volume and shakes of magic.

“Celestia, rise! Riseth ye!” Her alabaster sister rolled slightly in her enormous nest of satins and silks, only opening a single eye for Luna.

“Umbra remains untouched by our plan! She only grows more ambitious under the Human’s watchful eye!” Celestia grumbled and sat up in her bed to properly respond.

“My sister… the sun hasn’t even come over the horizon. Is this really necessary?” Luna recoiled with insult painting her face.

“What? Hath ye ears to hear me?! I am speaking of dire matters!” Celestia grinned inexplicably at her straining sibling.

“Luna… do you remember what I said?” The Dream Trotter did not soften her expression at this question.

“The harder she pushes, the more resistance he will offer. Did I not assure you properly?”

“I hath seen her dreams. She doesn’t relent, she is only stewing in her own vices and lusts.”

“She hasn’t had much time to adjust, I would assume she would be this way.”

“She is too dangerous. We were mistaken to think one corrupted as her could be swayed by our values.”

“He is stronger than you credit him for. His is a soul that she fears.”

“I fear you are delusional, sister. You put too much faith in one human.”

“I understand your fears, truly I do. But I would never trust a mind like hers to just anyone without consideration.”

“I suppose you wouldn’t… though your rashness is documented, sister.”

“Then we compromise. If within a month she has not turned on her old ways, we act. If within a month she has made progress, we carry on as usual.”

“You are a gambler, my sister.”

“And you are a pragmatist. That is why we rule together.”