The amount of supplicants specifically attending night court were growing, to the point where Luna and I would have a busy evening. Lunch was taken at midnight, and by the time six A.M. rolled around I was feeling much more accomplished than usual.

My book hadn't gained quite as many pages as I'd normally write during a night, but we weren't quite done yet. When Celestia marched into the throne room, she felt again like Princess Celestia, though she had a big smile on her lips.

"Night court is adjourned!" The Royal Guard were serious about their jobs and the great doors were opened and the last few petitioners ushered outside before they closed again.

"Somepony looks like they're having a good morning. Is the coffee better today?" Luna stood up off the throne and there was that sense of vacancy, of all Equestria—for a moment—being rudderless. It wasn't of course, but that didn't stop how it felt.

Princess Celestia yawned and took a sip of her coffee. "Mmm. You know, I think it is. Stygian, you were right, you know." She met us at the base of the dais as we turned and headed for the hallway leading to the balcony.

As always, the setting of the moon and the raising of the sun was an event that impacted the very nature of the world. Neither princess spoke until the deed was done and we all turned to go back inside. At the last moment, Luna turned to look at me.

"How about a fly, Stygian?" Luna asked.

I was stunned for a second. I looked off the edge of the platform—at the ground so far below—and gulped. "W-W-What?"

"Princess Twilight taught me the spell. Here." Without any further warning, Luna's horn lit up and her magic encompassed me.

Begrudging Luna her using magic on me was not something I'd ever do. I tried to relax as whatever her spell was took hold and—I realized what she'd done. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw two bat wings sprouted from just behind my shoulders.

"Normally they're meant to be butterfly wings, but I don't think they'd have suited you. It only lasts a few hours, but until then…" Luna held out a hoof to me and turned to face the edge of Canterlot.

I knew what taking her hoof would mean. She would guide me off the ledge and out into the empty sky. "How do they work?"

"That's part of the magic. You'll know once you're in the air. If things don't work, Stygian, I'll not let you come to—" Luna's voice stopped as I jumped from the edge.

The air felt strange rushing past me. All the fear a creature of the ground should have bubbled inside me, but there was something else. When I reached for that not-fear, my wings snapped out and it was like getting thumped in the chest.

My wings pulled me upward. I could still feel myself losing altitude, but it was much slower now, and just a thought later I flapped my wings—or they flapped on their own—and I was rising. Rising. Rising.

"See?" Luna asked.

My head snapped around to look at her, and I couldn't help but laugh. This was craziness. The magic she'd used was intense enough that the average unicorn wouldn't be able to manage it, and even a talented one would struggle. She'd burned alicorn power just to fly with me. "I can see. This feels strange. I don't think I can control them fully, but just thinking what I want to do gets it done."

"Perhaps, with practice, you could gain more control." With just a flap of one wing Luna spun upside down—over my head—and was on the other side of me again flying level. "The sky's the limit, Stygian."

"That is so cliché." I pointed with a hoof toward Canterlot—which had somehow ended up both below and far off to the side. "What say I take you somewhere for dinner?"

"Where would be open for dinner at this hour?" Laughing, Luna started to bank back toward Canterlot. I kept up with her (again, thinking of what way I wanted to go) and descended with her toward Pony Joe's.

"Well, a certain alicorn I know of and her friend."

"Stygian, you are more than just a friend." The way she said that word made me shiver, and almost put on a display for anypony looking up—a new hazard I'd never thought of before, for stallions who fly. Our hooves hit the ground together, and along with Luna's wings, my own folded up and tucked in an oddly backwards-then-forwards way. "I hope you like them. I didn't want to leave you with the boring butterfly ones. I've seen ponies with those—all class and no flap."

I loved the way she spoke. A lot of ponies could say a lot without meaning a single thing, but with Luna every word seemed important. Or maybe it was just me? "Flap is important?"

"Flap is almost everything. Flying isn't about graceful and delicate floating, it's about soaring through the skies and bending the very air itself to your whims. You can't take control of your flying if you're a delicate flower on borrowed wings." Luna stretched one of her wings out. "Which is why I need to teach you this spell."

"So then they would be my wings?" I used my magic to open the door and gestured for Luna to precede me.

"Exactly!" Luna pranced inside and again I felt my belly tighten a little at the size of ~~him~~ her. Even as a mare, Luna was a big pony. I had to wonder if other stallions found that intimidating. Not me. I liked having somepony big to snuggle. "Are you coming, Stygian?"

I shook my head to free it of my fanciful musings and walked into the shop. "Just thinking about things."

"Things, or ponies?" Luna looked back at me over her shoulder and I knew exactly where she was taking the conversation.

Rather than let her completely lead, I decided to cut in. "Definitely ponies, though one in particular." Walking to her side, I made sure my shoulder and flank touched hers as we waited for Joe to be done with another pony.

"Was he pretty?"

Her question was right. It wasn't right in the strictly physical sense, of course, but in my heart I knew it was the truth and I loved her so much that she got that. "He's gorgeous. But what I couldn't get out of my head was how some ponies would find him intimidating."

"Oh?" Luna shifted a little and I felt her wing creep over my back.

"But I find his size comforting. It's nice to know there's somepony solid to stand beside." Focusing on those strange wings on my back, I willed the digits of one to extend enough that it got under Luna's wing—and tickled her.

Both Luna's wings shot out and up, and the sound of her laughter warmed part of me I didn't even know was cold. "Stygian!" She froze as she (and I) realized that Joe was waiting to take our order.

We both snapped our wings down and tried not to look like we were engaged in silly things—which resulted in my cheeks feeling hot with what I assumed was a mirror of the blush I could see adorning Luna's face.

"Your usual?" Joe had the hint of a smile on his face.

Luna opened her mouth, but I wanted to do something different. "Surprise us," I said. "Something exciting!"

"You know, I've got just the thing. I hope you're both hungry." Joe winked to us and then turned back to start work on whatever it was we were going to get.

"Why'd you do that? We had a comfortable rut there." Luna followed me as I practically strutted my way over to a table.

When I turned and took my seat, I noticed she'd been looking at me the whole way. Okay, some things would still take some getting used to. "Ruts are what got us both in trouble before. We let our minds be contracted down to a single path. You gave—well, will give—me wings, Luna. We both have wings—let's fly out of our ruts forever."

Luna sat down opposite me and reached a hoof across the table. When I reached out and touched hers, she let out a soft noise that made my back hooves curl up a little.

Her eyes were amazing, and it was so easy to just keep focused on them. She looked back, and there wasn't a hint of worry or confusion in her gaze. I could have been staring at her for hours and I probably wouldn't have noticed.

Pony Joe cleared his throat. "Excuse me, your meal is served." He floated a single huge plate with a silver cover to the middle of the table and lifted the top.

The doughnut was about twice as big as any other I'd seen. It was chocolate glazed and covered in sprinkles. In the middle was a huge ice-cream sundae that towered above the fried treat. The sundae was topped with a ring of bananas (likewise dipped in chocolate) and enough sprinkles to feed half the city.

It wasn't just amazing—it was art.

"That looks wonderful, Joe, but what is Stygian having?"

The panicked look on Joe's face, more than what Luna'd said, made me crack up laughing. There was no gentle transition of a giggle, to a guffaw, to a loud laugh—I went all the way right away.

Luna had to interrupt Joe's stammering. "Please. It was a joke. I didn't mean to imply that—I could never eat all that alone."

I stopped laughing to reassure Joe it was fine, and together Luna and I did manage to eat all of the giant doughnut and all the ice-cream. With full bellies we walked back to the castle, saying very little but meaning everything.

With weeks together we barely needed to speak, not when we were both anticipating sleep. Sleep was us time. It was when we could sit together for hours and share our hearts, it was when we connected physically, and it was when we could spend even more time just reveling in the closeness of somepony else.

We washed each other in silence, dried off, and with only a few giggles climbed into bed. My last thought before her cobalt magic coiled around me was that she'd left the wings on me.

Lips were pressed to mine. I woke up from the real world into the dream to find the stallion of my dreams already kissing me. Being amenable to the intimacy, I pushed back and felt my arousal stir.

It took barely a flick of my mind to add wings to my form—bat wings. Here, in the dream, I was the same size as Luna. I'm not sure if that was her doing, mine, or both of us, but it just was. Feeling my oats now, I pushed into the kiss more firmly and shoved at her lips with my tongue.

Luna's reply was to joust with me, our tongues fighting until they slipped by each other. Her tongue worked into my mouth as mine hers, and the kiss only seemed to deepen as we found even ground in intimacy.

I broke away first. It had less to do with submission and more to do with wanting more than lips could provide. It felt like my blood was on fire, my heart beating fast, and I could no sooner hold back my ardor than I could an ocean. "Turn around, my prince."

Magic flickered in Luna's eyes, and for a minute I thought he might challenge my request. His smile, however, reached all the way from his mouth to his eyes. "For any other stallion, you know what my answer would be?" He stood still for only a moment more before turning. "There's none I would rather have behind me, Stygian."

Advancing on him, I didn't wait for Luna to flag his tail aside for me—I shoved my snout around and under his dock and grew almost painfully hard at the musky odor of him. It was a perfect blend of the soap Luna and I bathed in and pure Luna. There was only one place the scent would be stronger, and I fully intended to see to that when I was done with his rump.

The yelp he made when I circled my tongue around his anus was music to my ears. The second lap still inspired his muscles to jump, as did the forth and fifth. There was nothing else for it. Pressing my lips to his plump ponut, I pressed forward with my tongue just like our kiss moments ago, only now the muscle fighting me wasn't his tongue.

It took some squirming on both our parts to get my tongue past his first sphincter. I was licking firmly at the next one—my lips now wide apart and pressed around his anus—when Luna jumped forward a little.

"Stygian, if you don't get on my back I'm going to kick you," Luna said while holding back a giggle.

"Maybe I'd like a bit of a challenge?" I asked, and waited for Luna to turn his head and look back at me before I reared up.

Neither of us was small, and that meant I had to push myself high on his back to line up and, with a buck of my hips, sank into his depths. "Luna!"

"Stygian!"

The work I'd done on his sphincters paid off. I was halfway into him before he could catch a breath. There was an amazing feeling of connection as every movement and motion Luna made translated through his body and into mine. When he shifted, I felt it. When he gasped at my too-fast thrusting, I felt that too—not that I slowed.

We were neither of us fragile in this dream world. I arched my neck and leaned forward, then bucked hard with my hips. The feel of Luna's hips against my back legs was everything I wanted then. I was as far into him as I could get, and it was amazing. "Are you ready?"

"He asks, already balls-deep."

"Was that a yes?"

Luna's answer was to squeeze all the strong muscles of her anus down. It earned a low whine from my throat, but my body had had enough.

I pulled back against those tight muscles and then thrust forward. The movements lit a new fire of desire within me, and instinct took over from reason. Our bodies crashed together, and each time they did I sheathed myself within him.

The pleasure mixed well with my love for Luna, and I found myself chasing down that short track to release. I fought against it, though, not wanting to leave him too soon, so when I should have spent myself, and was clenching down to hold back, Luna's head turned around to look at me.

Hunger burned in his eyes, and it was my undoing. Looking deep into his gaze, I bucked as hard as I could and felt the glorious tightness that was my orgasm starting. My balls tightened—pulling against my shaft—and deep inside me my prostate adjusted to the coming task with body spasming clenches that had me finally screwing my eyes closed.

The sounds we made were not those of articulate or sapient ponies. We whinnied and grunted like beasts, rutting for but one thing—pleasure. The rush of my release hit me as the first blast of liquid heat shot down my shaft and into Luna. He ground himself back against me, his muscles milking my shaft as I happily sent every drop his way.

Panting, still feeling the rush of my climax in little aftershocks of release, I leaned a bit lower on Luna's back and nibbled at the base of his neck.

Luna was panting. "Stygian. What you do to me defies belief." He pawed at the ground under us. "But it's time for you to get off so I can claim my stallion properly."

More enticing words I'd never heard. I pulled back and landed on all fours again with a thud, only to have Luna spin around and advance on me.

Though our bodies slept, our spirits soared and frolicked. We shared each other again and again. Each night together felt like days of time spent enjoying the other. I got lost in his eyes so many times I'd lost count, and I think he did the same frequently enough that I had to believe he really saw something in me.

"Stygian?" Luna was laying on our huge bed in the dream world, snuggled against me with his back to my belly.

"Mmm, yes?"

He twitched his hips, which had the effect of stirring a groan from me—thanks to myself still being buried inside him. "Have you ever wondered who would win?"

"Twilight and her friends, thankfully." I gave a gentle hump against his rear and loved the happy sound that bubbled from his throat. "But against who?"

"I mean us—well, Nightmare Moon and the Pony of Shadows." Luna squeezed down on me. I'd like to say my gasp was entirely masculine, but the truth was I squeaked at his efforts. "Hypothetically. If Nightmare Moon had still been ruling Equestria when you were released, I mean."

Stretching out, I nibbled a little at Luna's ear before softly murmuring, "Well, I mean, there's a deeper question here. Would we be actually fighting, or would we be struggling for dominance?"

"Stygian, are you implying that we could be frenemies with benefits?"

"Isn't that what you're asking?" I drew myself back from her rump then pushed forward again. Neither of us spoke for a few moments, though we made plenty of noises.

"M-Maybe it is. Would you be comfortable with that?" Luna tilted her head to the side so I could see one of her eyes and she could see mine. "Here, of course."

I thought about it—really thought about it. The Pony of Shadows was something I'd let into myself because I thought I deserved it. I wouldn't be letting it in, just role-playing.

Well, role-playing was okay. It wasn't like I'd actually let it back in for real. I had too much to live for, too much going well, to sink that far again.

"There's a problem with that." I turned my snout from her ear to her mane. Nuzzling my way into the expansive hair, I found her crest underneath and gave it a nibble too.

"What's that? Oh, Nightmare Moon being a mare? I'm sure I can come up with something."

Nuzzling into Luna's mane was like diving into the night sky itself. Stars drifted by me and other things, more fantastic things, seemed forever just beyond reach. I inhaled the smell of him and almost lost track of the conversation. "Then who goes first? I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"

"You want me to turn into Nightmare Moon with you still inside me?" As he spoke, however, Luna changed. A shiver ran through me as he grew a little larger, though his rump seemed just as tight. While I glanced along his body, it changed from the beautiful blue to a midnight black. Even his mane changed, no longer the exciting expanse of space—now a chilly night sky where the stars themselves seem reluctant to appear.

"This is what she—you—looked like?" Inhaling again, I noted that the smell of Luna was slightly different. Was that my perception of him in the dream, or his? It was nice to be with him still, but I had promised. "You want to see the Pony of Shadows?"

He moved fast. Nightmare Moon slipped off of my and took to his hooves. Glaring at me from beside the bed, I was struck by his slit eyes and the tight helmet that hugged his head. "You'd better become the Pony of Shadows. There's no way a weakling little stallion like you could sate Nightmare Moon!"

"I don't need to." I hoped I was half as graceful as he was in sliding across to the opposite side of the bed—it was a dream, so I probably was. Okay, Stygian. You're not going to be the Pony of Shadows, but you are going to act like it. I turned my head to the right to see him standing there beside me. "Are you ready?"

"What are you asking me for? I'm just you, but better," the Pony of Shadows replied.

The oddest thing was how normal it sounded, never mind that it spoke with my voice. "That's debatable. You were me but a lot worse, now you get to be me but have fun." I turned and stepped closer.

Dark tendrils lashed out of the Pony of Shadows to wrap around my neck, horn, and one foreleg. It was like my worst nightmares, but there was something different. I was also the Pony of Shadows reaching out to myself to pull me in. Control—I was in control. My body turned and jumped forward as I yanked myself inside.

As my flesh touched the body of the Pony of Shadows, a bright flash stole my vision and I was once again a single entity. Power rushed through me. Everything I was became bigger and stronger and better and—

It was intoxicating.

Stretching out huge wings that resembled the bat pony ones Luna had gifted to me, I reared up and glared at Nightmare Moon. "Like it?"

It was Luna's voice that replied, "Like it? Stygian, that's amazing! You controlled this?!" He trotted around the bed and looked at me with those gorgeous slit eyes. He stretched a hoof up and stroked my chest. Luna knew exactly what he was doing—the touch drove a spike of pleasure through me that had the Pony of Shadows' body do the one thing it had never done before.

"And look at that. Is that all for me?" Luna asked.

I looked down and under myself and gasped. "Did I make it that big?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I like a challenge." Rubbing my chest some more, Luna leaned up to kiss the underside of my jaw. "You're much bigger like this."

That was true—I really was. I looked down at Luna—at Nightmare Moon's body—and he looked masculine and big, but I really did have to look down. "Nothing says insecurity about feeling you're smaller than your friends than becoming an evil abomination just to be taller than them."

Luna tossed his head and laughed. "I can sympathize. I just wanted to be as big as my big sister. You know, looking at you like this has ruined the game—at least for tonight. Why don't we just have some fun?"

"This was your idea. I—I think I can have fun like this. It will be interesting." I gave my wings a flap and looked at the form of Nightmare Moon some more. "You're too small."

"Not in a dream, I'm not." Luna turned his body, flashing me a fang-filled smile up at me as he flicked his tail. With him looking back over his shoulder at me, his midnight body bared, he let out a hiss of excitement.

The Pony of Shadows wasn't just a bigger-than-normal stallion, though. I had more than just a bit of extra height and a flashy pair of wings to show for the change. Stretching out a pair of tentacles, I grabbed Luna by his back legs and pulled him toward me.

"Stygian!" Luna's shout was far from disapproval. He looked back and his grin hadn't wavered one bit. "If I were to use my full powers, I would be out of this grip in a heartbeat."

Just like that we were playing roles. I chuckled and yanked him back a little more. "Really? You princes are all the same. You think you're so powerful because you run Equestria. You know what I did? I defeated the heroes who fought to give you Equestria."

One moment he was a nervous stallion looking back at me, the next moment the night exploded. Nightmare Moon's tail and mane grew huge and blotted out the dreamscape around us. He didn't so much rip free of my tentacles as evaporate from them. "You think you can best me? You're a shadow, but I'm the night itself!"

The swirling mass of his mane drew inward in a rush. Centering on my head, I felt the ice-cold touch of the infinite sky squeeze down and close around my head. Hard steel shoved between my lips and pulled to the corners of my mouth as he bridled me with raw power.

"So simple to overcome. So easy to control. I defeated all the beasts of the night that you and your friends could never dream of battling. You didn't defeat the sirens—you just shunted them to another realm. I took down dozens of their kin." Nightmare Moon's voice came from all around me, but then I felt his presence coalesce behind me. "Hold still, you brute, and let yourself be—"

I laughed as I let my form dissolve. Flowing out of the bridle, discarding the bit, I poured around Nightmare Moon and reformed behind him. "You think your tricks are new? Who do you think invented shadow magic? Who do you think came before Sombra?"

He tried to spin around to face me, but I flowed under him again and came up behind him once more.

"I became the dark thing Equestrians feared before they even were Equestrians. I was one of the primordial darknesses that even the Pillars couldn't defeat." As he spun to face me again, and I slipped under him, I wrapped a tendril of inky-black darkness around his rampant shaft.

"You—You won't get the better of me, Pony of Shadows!" Though he had the right words, Nightmare Moon lacked conviction.

I started teasing his shaft, stroking and caressing him. Though he pawed at the ground and grunted, Nightmare Moon didn't spin to face me this time. I had him. "I don't need to get the better of you, Nightmare Moon. I only need to control you long enough to claim you as mine."

As it turned out, taunting Nightmare Moon was probably not the best idea. He spun around, yanking himself from my grip, and grinned at me. "A young mare taught me a very valuable lesson." With a pop, Nightmare Moon disappeared, and I had a moment to wonder where he was when the weight of him landed on my back and I felt his shaft shove up under my tail.

I could have kept fighting, but this was a game. Luna's Nightmare Moon game was a little better than my Pony of Shadows. I moaned and trembled as he shoved into me. He felt far bigger than he had any right to be as he adjusted his stance and shoved deeper.

His grunting changed from something menacing to something wonderful. It was Luna who took me, not Nightmare Moon. Each body-rocking shove was pure bliss, but what surprised me more was how good it felt to be defeated as the Pony of Shadows. It had been a hard fight for Twilight and her friends, but Luna overwhelmed me with trickery. Trickery and a very good fucking.

My body might have been literally liquid darkness, but Luna seemed to make it solid around all the bits he needed it to be. I let out a needy whine when a tendril of his mane stretched below me and wrapped around my own length. He proved himself every bit as dexterous with his mane as I was with my tentacles, and as he rocked hard against me, he stroked and brought me closer to my end.

When it all felt like it was getting too much, I felt his forelegs tighten around my sides and squeeze tightly—a prelude to the rush of heat inside me. We both roared out our love, and with a few short strokes of his magic Luna had me blasting blackness onto the dreamscape under us.

He closed his wings around my throat and breast and pulled me back more firmly. I was still bigger than him, but Luna seemed content to handle me as he saw fit. "Stygian, I-I'm sorry. I believe I got a little carried away."

I turned my head to look at him and snorted. "You don't need to apologize, Luna. That was—It was liberating. I thought the Pony of Shadows was indestructible. I thought he couldn't be beaten. It seems the ponies of this age have taught you well."

"That's how Twilight defeated Nightmare Moon. She teleported behind me and—"

"Shoved her shaft into you?"

"No!" Luna sounded both outraged and on the verge of laughing. "Stygian!"

"Yes, My Prince?" I squeezed down around him inside of me while turning my head to see his reaction. Luna's eyes widened, but the resulting hard shove made me react more. I whinnied in satisfaction as he drove himself a little deeper. "Yes, oh yes."

I shuddered as he started pulling back. There was so much of him inside me it felt like I was nothing but an empty shell when he got all the way back to my entrance. Fighting, even in play? I'd happily lose every time for this connection with Luna.

"Twilight never did this. I can promise you, I'd have been rather surprised if she had." Luna shoved forward. He knew I wasn't fragile and he knew I wouldn't break, but he also knew something firm would make me howl.

Of course I howled. I was the pony of shadows being defeated again. My mouth hung open and my back arched to give him the perfect angle. He didn't stop there, of course, and the repeated friction and pounding completely overwhelmed me. I rocked back against him as he drove forward, then pulled back as he withdrew.

The dance as old as time. Our bodies met again and again with wet, lewd noises that filled what silence our moans, groans, and snorts didn't. We didn't just make love, we didn't just have sex, we rutted. It was amazing.

As the pressure built inside, I hoped I could reach orgasm with him. It was a dream, which made it implicitly more likely than in real life, but as he got closer—shaft flaring, urgency driving him to buck faster—I knew it wasn't going to be.

That was fine. I didn't need to convince myself that hearing Luna fuck me until he became ecstatic in sexual bliss was a fun thing. The moment—and Luna—came. He was so powerful like this. Luna was raw energy and masculinity that knew no bounds. He grabbed my body and pulled me back as he shoved forward to impale me upon him as surely as any could be.

It didn't matter in the least that I wasn't climaxing too. If anything, it was better that I got to witness and experience this with a clear head. It was an event much like when Luna raised the moon. I trembled because he trembled. I shivered because he shivered.

When Luna slumped onto my back—his seed hot and potent inside me—I didn't slump with him. In that moment I wished ponies could purr, because I wanted to purr. "Feeling better, little prince?"

"Little—?" I didn't let him get any further. Where Luna was upon me, inside me, all turned to so much inky darkness. He fell into my body and then through it, falling to his hooves under me.

"Yes. Little. Do you truly not know how big the Pony of Shadows is?" The form—the dream itself—allowed me all the powers of the Pony of Shadows, one of which was the ability to be as big or small as I wished.

Big, but not too big I couldn't fit in him. This might be a dream, but I think there were limits even here. I stood over Luna like a big stallion like Rockhoof would a mare—my belly was just above the line of Luna's back. "This is just the beginning."

Luna tried to squirm and struggle, but despite his efforts, I pinned his legs and wings down to the ground with thick black ropes of magic. When he shoved up against the restraints, I added one to his neck that slowly forced his forelegs to bend and his shoulders to lower.

"You'll never get the best of Nightmare Moon!" His horn lit up cobalt blue and I could feel power radiate around him.

"Pony, you haven't yet begun to learn the power of darkness." I let just a little light shimmer down my inky, curved horn—bathing it in a silver glow that stole the light from Luna's. "I wrote the book on evil, Nightmare Moon, you are my understudy, and I'll put an emphasis on under."

Taunting done, I leaned forward with my average-sized shaft (average for my size, massive for Luna's). The broad, flat tip pressed up against Luna's anus and smothered it in darkness. He was tiny compared to me, but not tiny enough to deny me entrance.

"Everything the darkness touches is mine!" Though I leaned forward against the pinned stallion's rear, I listened carefully for any hint he wanted this to stop. There was none.

Stretching and stretching, I felt like I was pressing myself against a balloon right up until the moment when his rear gave way and I sank into him. Letting him feel the huge girth of me, I leaned down and clamped my mouth over the back of his neck and pulled myself forward—deeper into him.

I wasn't even far into him, but I could hear Luna making weak panting noises. Letting go of his neck, I leaned my head down further so it was beside his—one huge white eye staring at Luna's stunned expression. "How is my little stallion doing?"

"Y-You—" Luna seemed to tremble, mostly because I leaned forward a little more. "You monster!" The way he said monster was how most lovers would speak their partner's name. He was being pushed hard in more ways than just what I was doing directly, but he was keeping up the game. "You cannot defeat the nigh—"

"I am the night!" My voice echoed with fury and dominance, and I pushed forward further and doubled the length of me inside him. I wasn't halfway in yet, and he already felt at his limit. "Is this all Nightmare Moon can offer me? A hole barely fit for sheathing my tip in?"

"Curse you, Pony of Shadows! You will never claim one hooflength more of me than I allo—"

I pushed another hooflength into him—one of his hooflengths. "You were saying, sweet prince? Your moon is beautiful in my night, but it is time to claim your full moon for the darkness."

Surely I was halfway by now. Luna's rear seemed far more forgiving of my size, so, with another small shove, I decided it was time to get this plundering started. Pulling back was a sweet delight. My flare dragged along his insides enough to make us both howl with pleasure.

"You—You wouldn't."

"I will." I shoved forward. With him pinned down, there was nowhere for him to go to and nowhere for my shaft to go either—except back into him. His dark flanks swallowed up my inky black shaft, and while I wanted to go slow, this was far too enjoyable.

Just as Luna had done, and stallions from time immemorial, I started to buck into him again and again. Each driving thrust pushed a little deeper, and it was almost a shock when my groin connected with his croup.

It was such a momentous event that I stilled for a bit. "All the way inside. How does it feel, little prince?"

All was silent except for the deep panting breaths Luna was taking. His mouth worked a few times before he managed to get a word out, "More." The feel of that word in my ears was heaven.

As much as I wanted to stay there, so much a part of him that I bet his belly was puffed up with my mass, I wanted to fill him with my dark seed more. I resumed. Pulling back and pounding in, I set a slow but forceful rhythm that brooked no more delays.

When my pleasure was almost at its peak, I leaned down to check on Luna again. My hips seemed on automatic while my head only rocked a little beside his. "Are you ready for the night to come?"

Luna's only visible eye rolled around to me and his face broke into a silly-huge grin. "Are you ever—ever going—to stop—the jokes?"

"Nev—" I didn't get any further. My body took over completely and short-circuited my brain as a roaring inferno of pleasure suddenly shot through my body before pouring back to my groin and where it joined to Luna's body. I tilted my head up and back and roared with all the force of the Pony of Shadows.

My essence shot into him as the full force of my climax hit. I screamed more and more through the facade of the Pony of Shadows, but unlike all the other times I'd been him, I was in control.

More. More and more. It seemed like this body had an unending supply of seed for Luna. Pony of Shadows was always the essence of the things I wanted, so why shouldn't the best orgasm of my life happen like this?

The vice-like grip my orgasm had on me loosened a little, and without fanfare I fell forward and down—landing atop Luna (still in his Nightmare Moon form).

All that came from either of us in what felt like forever was panting. I had never experienced something so powerful as what we'd just shared. Was it wrong to play games in the form of one of Equestria's primordial evils? One of Twilight's friends had taught me the best way to defeat the despair monsters brought was to laugh at them. This seemed more effective than laughing.

"St-Stygian? Can you unbind me?"

I stuck my huge snout into Luna's amazing mane and wuffed a deep breath to soak up his scent. "Maybe I want another rou—"

"Another round will happen, my sexy beast, but after we've talked about what just happened. Let go of me, Stygian." His words hit me—shook me loose of the dominant mindset I'd been in.

"Sorry." I released her and released the guise of the Pony of Shadows. I was once more just a stallion around his size on top of him.

Crawling forward and rolling to his back, Luna looked up at me with his own eyes—not those of Nightmare Moon. "Don't be sorry. That was the most intense day of my entire life. I just needed to be free so I could tell you about it properly." His forelegs reached up and over my shoulders, linked over my withers, and pulled me down. "And, despite how amazing it felt to have that much of you inside me, it was almost too much."

In real life I could never have managed a teleport, but this was a dream. The most advanced magics had always been beyond my reach, but never here. A deep POMF sound was the only evidence anything had happened—that and the fact we were back on the bed again. "Almost too much?"

"As in I felt like you were going to split me in half, but you didn't, and it was the most intense sex I've ever had. Everything came together and I—I couldn't fight you." The way Luna said it, that sounded like a good thing.

Luna shifted his hips, the movement reinforcing the fact that our bellies and shafts were pressed together. The action teased a moan from me and another smile from Luna.

"I like hearing you sing to me like that, Stygian. It makes me feel—just feel good. Not that it doesn't make me want to do the same." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "That was intense. Did you let me go first?"

"Yes and no. I struggled right up until the point you lined up with me. As soon as you were in place, I wanted nothing but to feel the power you embodied inside me." I rolled my hips slowly, rubbing our shafts together between us. All the seed I'd spilled in Luna made for a good lube to keep us from chafing.

"The way you took over. You had me pinned down and bound up before I even realized what you'd done. It made my heart beat lightning fast, and—" Luna arched his back and let out a happy moan. It was then I realized he hadn't climaxed from all the anal stretching. When I slowed down my frotting, he seemed able to get back to his right mind. "It was good to be tied up and restrained. But you know what made it all work for me?"

He looked up at me, and I could swear he saw something by the way his eyes searched mine.

"What?" I asked.

"Those horrid puns. They kept me centered, kept it being just a game. A really fun ga—" His eyes widened and a deep, full-throated moan spilled from Luna as he painted both our bellies with his seed.

The proof of his pleasure was warm and gooey, and I knew I wasn't far off myself. My movements didn't slow, but watching Luna's face contort through several different expressions of mindless bliss made me miss my beat a few times and get a little too excited.

Nuzzling my jaw, Luna started flexing his belly muscles—countering my thrusts with his own. "Are you almost done?"

Words failed me and all I could do was hump like an animal. The big grin on Luna's face wasn't mocking, but rather encouraging me to continue. The slick warmth of his own climax made us both so slippery that there was no friction—just the pressure of how hard shafts rubbing together.

I don't know why I was holding back. Maybe it was pride, or maybe I just wanted things to be a little more explosive. Screwing my face up as my end neared, I felt a kiss on the tip of my nose.

The surprise of the touch made my eyes spring open to find I was nose-to-nose with Luna. I stared into his eyes for several seconds before my body unceremoniously informed me of its intent to climax. My groin seemed to tension up, my balls clenching and my dock arched up sharply, then it felt like lava poured from my prostate.

With the pressure so intense my hips took on a life of their own, I bucked and humped like a mad stallion against Luna's belly. Jets of fire shot from me, spraying all over Luna's belly and chest. I clenched down tight and took control of my body as exquisite pleasure overtook me.

"You have the most adorable look on your face when you do that."

I glared down at him and tried to look serious—which was pretty hard when you were still coming through the tail-end of your climax. At last I just let out a loud groan and flopped to my belly atop him. The wet squelch as our bodies pressed together reminded me of the mess we'd made.

His wing reached up past my shoulder and stroked at my ears and down my neck. The mess was just the topping on the cake as far as I was concerned—there wasn't much that was going to make the moment better, which meant it was the perfect time to discuss our situation a little more.

"So," I said, "you were in control then?"

"You weren't?" Luna's magic flared as he spoke, banishing the bulk of the mess between us. "That was pretty intense, and I won't deny that the need for power was intoxicating."

"I was in control. The Pony of Shadows is a monster I made, Luna, but it's gone." Rolling to the side, I lay on my back as well and stared upward at the amazingly detailed night sky above us. "But I still remember what it was like, and I remember what I could do when I was Pony of Shadows, but it isn't me."

I caught sight of Luna's snout in my peripheral vision a moment before he kissed my cheek. Though I wasn't quite quick enough to turn my head and make it a kiss on the lips from the start, I eased my nose around so that we were kissing properly.

A dark wing stretched over me and pulled me a little closer to Luna. It would have been easy to slip into more lovemaking, but I was familiar enough with our dreams together to know the sensation of nighttime approaching.

Work. But for now I could relax with Luna and listen to his happy giggles and snorts as we made out.

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