Love and Conquerors

Twilight was practically delirious, overstimulated nearly to the point of mental shutdown as Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon carried her upstairs. Her feet were barely touching the floor; the two gorgeous, powerful alicorns were effortlessly lifting her body as they carried her along. Their long, slender fingers brushed against her shoulders, against her breasts, down her belly… strong hands squeezed her bottom and soft lips kissed her neck as they ascended the castle’s crystal steps. Although Nightmare Moon’s mane was a swirl of starlit darkness and Daybreaker’s was a trail of flame, Twilight smelled the fragrance of their manes with each breath. Nightmare Moon’s fragrance was fresh-cut flowers, blooming in moonlight. Daybreaker’s mane was a spiced potpourri, sweet and woody and hot.

Nightmare Moon pushed open the door to Twilight’s bedroom - a place she’d never been before, the sight of which made her heart race. It was a big room for one mare, but it looked just right for three - particularly if two of those mares had godlike statures and powerful physiques. The room was an oval, with tall windows lining the walls and a wide purple bed set at its far end; the princesses crossed the room together and laid Twilight on the bed, each taking their place beside her.

“How shall we begin, Twilight?” asked Nightmare Moon, one finger toying at the shoulder of Twilight’s dress. “If there is something you want me to do to you, Twilight, I will give you whatever you wish… but if you prefer I take the lead, I certainly have many ideas.”

“I am at your service as well,” said Daybreaker, running her fingers through Twilight’s mane. “You may command me, my darling Twilight… or perhaps you would prefer that I command you? You know Princess Celestia as a mentor… perhaps you would like me to be stern? Even cruel? I will be whatever you desire, Twilight…”

The sisters looked to Twilight for an answer - but they only saw a mare who was paralyzed by the choice before her. Twilight wanted this; she was as sure of that as she’d ever been of anything. But it was too much - there were too many routes to choose between, too many possible futures. She had two legends of Equestria in front of her, vowing to do whatever she wished. And this wasn’t just Luna and Celestia; it was their evil counterparts, bulging with muscle and brimming with magical power. They were beautiful and frightening, and Twilight was hugely turned on… but could she really ask for what she wanted? What did she want?

“Twilight?” asked Nightmare Moon, peering into Twilight’s blank eyes. “Don’t just lie there, Twilight Sparkle. Simply speak your merest desire, and I will fulfill it.”

“Dear me,” said Daybreaker. “I fear we may have broken poor Twilight. She is young, and… well, I do not claim to know how experienced she is, but we may be giving her more than she is prepared to handle.”

“You may be right, Daybreaker,” said Nightmare Moon. “It is in my nature to serve my own needs first and foremost, but if I am to prove myself a suitable lover then I must put Twilight first. Twilight, my love,” she said, putting her lips up to Twilight’s ear, “Would a bit of gentle foreplay suit you better?”

“Y-yes,” squeaked Twilight.

“Wonderful,” said Nightmare Moon. “Then we shall be slow… and loving… until you are ready to be loved ruthlessly.” She breathed a hot breath onto Twilight’s ear, making the smaller mare shudder on the bed. Then the dark princess wove her fingers into Twilight’s mane, stroking her scalp, teasing the base of her horn. Twilight whimpered, pulling her legs together, as she felt her marehood growing slick.

“Now we are getting somewhere,” said Daybreaker. “Since you are pleasuring her horn, sister, I will find other ways to excite her.” She stared down at Twilight’s body - which was still fully clothed - and made a thoughtful noise. “It’s perhaps a bit too early to strip you down, Twilight,” she said, “But I am practically nude, and I think we can do something with that.”

She lifted herself from the bed and straddled Twilight’s prone body. She absolutely towered over Twilight - even more so than usual - and her blazing mane and bulging muscles were all the more impressive. Her dress, all in tatters, hid very little of her body; her snow-white skin and the steely muscles beneath were on lurid display. And when she took hold of the neckline and ripped, she exposed her entire top half. Her tits, nearly as large as Twilight’s head, were brazenly bared… and while Twilight gazed up at their perfection, Daybreaker reached down and took Twilight’s hand.

“You may do more than look, Twilight,” said Daybreaker, guiding Twilight’s hand upward. She pressed Twilight’s palm onto her thigh and slowly brought it upwards, giving the other mare time to touch and feel every contour of her musculature.

“I see how you admire my body,” said Daybreaker. “And who could blame you? I am everything that Princess Celestia is and more. I am her power and her leadership and her regal bearing, stripped of all doubt. My body is beautiful and strong; I am physically perfect because I have willed myself so.”

Daybreaker guided Twilight’s hand along her thigh - up along the inside, where soft skin concealed firm muscle. Twilights fingers drew closer and closer to Daybreaker’s marehood, the very core of her; Twilight’s heart raced at the thought of it. It must be hot, thought Twilight - hot and slick and strong. Its taste, its scent, the feel of it… it had to be heavenly.

At the thought of Daybreaker’s pussy, Twilight felt old memories wash up onto the surface of her mind; the truth was, she had thought about Princess Celestia in a sexual way. Many times, in fact. As a maturing mare, she’d one day realized that her mentor - who possessed centuries of wisdom, as well as unearthly splendour and grace - was a mare like any other. And that meant she had a pussy - a pussy that grew wet with arousal, a pussy that sometimes begged for satisfaction. A pussy that surely - over the centuries - had been fucked. And had came. And…

And Twilight had put such thoughts out of her mind. They felt strange, almost sacrilegious, and Twilight knew that if she didn’t stop thinking them right away, she might never stop. Some ponies might not be able to stop themselves from thinking such thoughts, but Twilight Sparkle had a disciplined mind - so disciplined, in fact, that she had nearly forgotten the times she fantasized about Celestia. And now the marehood she’d imagined was just inches from her fingertips…

But then Daybreaker guided her hand away from her crotch, around the curve of her thigh and up to her abdominal muscles. Those, too, were exciting to the senses; so firm, and lightly slicked with perspiration. Guided by Daybreaker’s hand, Twilight felt all the ridges of her abs, her hand drifting upward until it finally touched the underside of Daybreaker’s breasts.

“Feel me, Twilight Sparkle,” whispered Daybreaker, lifting Twilight’s hand to cup her breast. “This body is yours if you want it. My strength, my beauty, it is yours whenever and however you want it.” She squeezed Twilight’s hand, sinking both their fingers into the soft flesh of her tits. “Touch me, taste me, wrap yourself in me… bask in my warmth for as long as you wish.”

Twilight, gaining confidence, took control of her own hand. She squeezed Daybreaker’s breast, stroking the fat pink nipple with one finger - and then lifted her other hand to feel up Daybreaker’s thigh again…

And then Nightmare Moon caught her wrist gently - but firmly - and guided her hand onto her midnight-blue thighs. “Come now, Twilight,” she said, “How are you going to come to a decision if you don’t sample all the goods?” With Twilight’s hand caressing her thigh, she brought her lips to Twilight’s, planting a feather-soft kiss on her face.

Daybreaker slipped her hand beneath the small of Twilight’s back, gently caressing her skin through the back of her dress. “Too many clothes in the way, Twilight, don’t you think?” asked Daybreaker. “Maybe you’re ready to open yourself up to me?”

“Mmm… yes,” sighed Twilight, pulling back momentarily from Nightmare Moon’s kiss. She shrugged her shoulders, trying to wriggle out of her dress, but the straps didn’t come off so easily.

“Shall I help you with that?” asked Daybreaker. She touched two fingers to the front of Twilight’s dress, and a pinprick of golden light appeared on the fabric. The light began to grow, spreading like a heatless flame along the fabric. In the wake of the flame, Twilight’s dress simply disappeared; had Twilight been observing, Daybreaker would have reassured her that the flame, like Spike’s dragonfire, was merely transporting the dress to the far corner of the room. But Twilight’s eyes were shut, and she barely noticed her dress disappearing… until she felt Daybreaker’s fingers touching bare skin. When she felt that, she became very aware that she was suddenly far less clothed, with only her lavender bra and panties remaining.

Nightmare Moon was kissing her way down Twilight’s neck, stroking her bare shoulders and whispering hot breaths onto her collarbone. She felt an abrupt pressure on her cheek, which grew more insistent as she pushed back. “May I cut in?” she said, speaking firmly but not raising her voice enough to disturb the mood. “You’ve been having such a good time up here, it’s only fair that I get a turn.”

Nightmare Moon’s first instinct was to fight back, to assert dominance - but she had Twilight’s feelings to think about. Too much conflict could spoil Twilight’s enjoyment and cost Nightmare Moon her chance at the mare’s heart… “Very well, sister,” she said. “I will seek opportunities further south.”

Nightmare Moon put her fingers on Twilight’s collarbone and let them glide downward, over the silk of her bra and down past her belly button. Stroking her soft belly - which boasted none of the muscle definition of Nightmare Moon’s washboard abs - made the dark princess’ pussy drip with arousal. Twilight seemed so much smaller, now that Luna had transformed into her dark counterpart. Nightmare Moon was a bigger, buffer version of the princess of the night - and that made her much larger than Twilight. The young alicorn was by no means scrawny; she had a healthy set of thighs and a proportional bosom, which made for a lovely figure. But compared to the amazonian figures that Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker possessed, she was downright waifish.

“Ahh, Twilight,” sighed Nightmare Moon, inhaling the scent of Twilight’s skin. “I can tell I have been having an effect… you are blossoming, are you not? Your body is ready to be loved…”

Twilight was still wearing her panties, but they were soaked through; the soft lavender was a deep purple now, the dark stain spreading over the front. “Yes,” said Nightmare Moon, stroking the edges of Twilight’s cutie mark, “Your body is speaking to you, Twilight, telling you that you are ready. You are beautiful, Twilight - you are princess, and you deserve to be loved like one. Will you permit us to give you the love you deserve?”

Nightmare Moon’s horn glowed blue, and Twilight felt a cool touch on her upper back. Nightmare Moon was magically holding the clasp of her bra, touching it lightly. Twilight shuddered, reacting more to Daybreaker’s caress and kisses than to Nightmare Moon’s advances… but the dark princess took it as a “yes” and unhooked her bra. Her magic pulled it away from her body and tossed it aside, baring Twilight’s pert purple breasts.

And Daybreaker, without missing a beat, kissed her way down to Twilight’s breasts. She teased the areola with her lips, making Twilight squirm beneath her - and then she flicked the nipple with her tongue. Twilight was whimpering helplessly, her pussy overflowing, her body ready and waiting to be ravished…

And then Daybreaker was shoved aside - quite hard, actually - by Nightmare Moon’s hand. “Excuse me, sister,” she protested, “It was I who removed Twilight Sparkle’s brassiere. I intended to pleasure her there; I did not do it so that you could have access to her bust.”

“Shame on you, Nightmare Moon,” Daybreaker scolded. “I merely saw a need, and I sought to fulfill it. My only concern is Twilight’s pleasure… and you are only thinking about yourself.” She cupped Twilight’s breast, stroking the nipple with her thumb, and smiled smugly at her sister.

“Do you take Twilight for a fool?” spat Nightmare Moon. She slipped her hand into the side of Twilight’s panties, caressing her cutie mark and the curve of her rump. “She can see that your motives are selfish, Daybreaker.”

“No more than yours,” said Daybreaker. “We are both here to prove ourselves, after all. Twilight’s body is our battlefield, and I will do what it takes to conquer it.”

Blazing light rose up the length of her horn, bringing two translucent golden hands into existence. They joined Daybreaker’s hands on the surface of Twilight’s body - one stroked beneath Twilight’s chin, and the other behind her ears. Twilight gasped in surprise; there were twice as many hands on her now, all of them warm and gentle against her skin.

“More hands?” said Nightmare Moon. In her anger, she squeezed Twilight’s butt, drawing another shocked gasp from the young princess. “Then I will meet you with greater force.” Nightmare Moon manifested four magical hands, setting them loose on Twilight Sparkle’s prone body. Now they were touching her everywhere - two on her inner thighs, one cupping her left breast, and one swirling its fingers over the front of Twilight's panties.

“No holds barred, I see,” said Daybreaker. “Very well, I shan’t hold back either.” She manifested another pair of hands, sending one of them to Twilight’s bottom and the other to her crotch. The luminous golden fingers snuck beneath her panties, stroking her slick vulva and gently, gradually parting her folds. Twilight’s eyes shot open in surprise at the sudden invasion; it wasn’t unwelcome, it was just… unexpected. Especially when there were already far more hands on her body than she’d ever had before.

“Oh, we are in the final act, are we?” asked Nightmare Moon, squaring her shoulders and scowling at Daybreaker. “Permit me to join you.” One of her magical hands flew to Twilight’s crotch and worked itself into her panties, shoving Daybreaker’s hand aside to compete for space between Twilight’s pussy lips.

“Nightmare Moon,” growled Daybreaker, sitting up on the bed, “You are not keeping Twilight’s pleasure in mind! She does not need two competing hands in her marehood!” With her real hands - the ones at the end of her arms - she reached out towards Nightmare Moon’s horn, seeking to silence her magic. But Nightmare Moon grabbed her wrists, wrestling her arms away.

Then - scowling, grunting, grappling, the two mares fought for dominance. And all the while, their magical hands were all over Twilight’s body, gliding between sensitive spots - from her lips to her ears, from her breasts to her thighs, stimulating every inch that they could reach. And two sets of fingers were still working at her slit, schlicking between the wet lips of her marehood.

It was too much, too fast. Twilight wanted to tell them to slow down - to tell them that their competitive natures had gotten the best of them once again - but she couldn’t find the words. All she could do was stare upwards at the titans who were struggling over her, wrestling for the right to make love to her. From Twilight’s perspective, lying flat on the bed, their bodies seemed to stretch into the sky, like living colossi with muscles straining against one another.

Twilight’s rational mind absolutely did not want the unleashed alter egos of Equestria’s princesses to fight over her… and yet, being the object of both of their affections was kind of an incredible feeling. Twilight, without even trying, had driven a wedge between the royal sisters. The two most beautiful and powerful mares in Equestria were fighting over her; had any pony in history ever received such an honor? Just the thought of it was making Twilight lightheaded…

Well, not just the thought of it, actually. The hands still gliding over her body, touching every inch of her, were giving Twilight more attention than her mind knew how to deal with. She felt a shadow falling over her mind, pleasure eclipsing her consciousness, until she plunged into blissful darkness.

“You villain,” grunted Daybreaker, her face red from the strain of grappling with her sister, “I shall defeat you as many times as it takes. The sun shall always triumph, Nightmare Moon!”

“You… underestimate me, sister,” growled Nightmare Moon. “As always, you think yourself superior simply because…” Her arms slackened a bit, and Daybreaker gained the advantage in their struggle. “Wait, sister,” said Nightmare Moon. “One moment! Stop!”

“I will not yield when I can taste victory, little sister!” said Daybreaker.

“No, I mean it!” protested Nightmare Moon. “Look at Twilight!”

Daybreaker looked down at Twilight - eyes closed, mouth hanging open, utterly motionless. She released Nightmare Moon’s hands and shook Twilight’s body, getting no reaction.

“You’ve killed her, sister,” said Nightmare Moon, shaking her head.

Daybreaker crossed her arms. “Do not joke,” she said. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“Well, I know a thing or two about sleep,” said Nightmare Moon, putting her hand over Twilight’s heart. “And Twilight Sparkle will be all right. She will wake up in her own time, and until then… I suppose we have a moment to reconsider our approach.”