Nightmare Before Dusk

Dusk Shine slowly awoke. The bed felt comfortable, and he immediately recognised the room as Celestia’s private study. He shook his head of malaise, the memories of how he got there rushed into his head. The images of the night before rushed into his mind, his jaw trembled as fear filled him.

The memories prompted him to turn his head towards the balcony, where moonlight shone through; the large white pearl still in the very center of the night sky. There was no indication that any time had passed since he lost consciousness. Merely a few hours could have passed for all the unicorn knew, yet something within him just knew that wasn’t the case.

Dusk had to admit though, without Nightmare Moon's face on it, the moon was actually quite beautiful.

He grunted as he pulled himself from the bed and landed onto the floor, looking around the quarters with a furrowed brow.

“Celestia has to be around here somewhere. She must have left some kind of clue, she must of… please be here,” He plead quietly, the tip of his horn began to glow as he perused his princess’ quarters.

He went to the bookcase beside the fireplace, the purple light from his horn shone over the spines of myriad books, and he pushed them apart to try and see if something was hid between. He rushed over to the desk, pulling out drawers and pushing aside myriad documents and papers. He pulled up the carpet, expecting some sort of hidden doorway underneath; instead, lint. He threw his gaze to the door, and cantered over to it, and yanked on the handle. Locked.

“My, my...” came the voice of Nightmare Moon from the shadows. Dusk turned, looking into the dark, stepping forwards with several cautious steps; horn still lit with energy. “You’re still searching for Celestia aren’t you? You really are quite the loyal dog.”

Dusk steeled his jaw, ready to strike. But, predictably, Nightmare did not put herself in a position to be striked. Suddenly, Dusk became filled with panicked when he suddenly felt something coil around his midsection; pulled back against something stout and hardy. Glancing upward, Nightmare’s eyes met his. She held him close with an uncomfortable tenderness, her curled lip hiding behind it shallow evil.

“Pity you display more loyalty to a master who abandoned you than to myself, who always be there,” Nightmare spoke low, her voice velvet. Despite this, Dusk continued to try and struggle free, to pull from her hooves, but she was simply too strong. She sighed. “But, you know what they always say: if there is something wrong with the bitch, then there is going to be something wrong with the pup.” Nightmare spoke, her grasp tightening around the stallion’s struggling form. “Shhhh…” Nightmare said as she reached a hoof down and slowly wrapped it around Dusk’s flaccid member.

“You know, you really should let go of your affection for Celestia.” Nightmare Moon instructed. “Don’t you realize that she abandoned you? As loathe as I am to say it, Celestia could have defeated me if she actually tried, but noooo, she had to send you after me. How gutless, because of her, you are now my dog… Perhaps I should thank her though.”

Nightmare Moon pumped her hoof up and down several times, causing Dusk to sputter and moan, his hips bucking weakly as his body shook. “She gave me the perfect subject to mold into the most loyal of pets.” She whispered. She was being deceptively gentle right now.

“Last night I gave you the stick, tonight I shall give you the carrot. How you react to it decides if I am going to start rewarding your good behavior, or punishing you.” She continued whispering, her voice a sonorous tune that caused Dusk to simply shiver.

Dusk’s hips bucked harder as Nightmare increased her pace, her other hoof stroking up his hips, tracing his frame up and down. She was honestly pretty masterful at this. It was as if she knew every inch of his body, and where she needed to place her hoof to make him squirm.

“Surprised? As much as I Ioathe to admit this, I am very intimate with my knowledge of this organ. When you are stuck in the cold and lonely vacuum of space for a thousand years with no company, you tend to find entertainment in bodily explorations.” Nightmare said passively as she continued to run her hoof up and down his supple frame, her touch was electric..

Dusk’s tightened his expression, trying not to betray his pleasure. He felt so good right now, but he hated it all. Every second under her touch was agonisingly good, and so he couldn’t help but liken it to torture. Yet, try as he might, he could blot out the pleasure, and he could not prevent his thoughts was drifting to love from hate.

Nightmare smiled. This poor little unicorn was so much like a filly suffering her first heat, unsure of what was even going on, leaking like a faucet.. It was adorable. Seeing every emotion cross his face. Every jerk and squirm on his body. Every little gasp, grunt and moan he made. Oh she was going to keep him.

The Alicorn suddenly stopped her ministrations, leaving Dusk Shine right on the edge. He whimpered and cried out as he felt his orgasmic bliss slip away.

“So little pet, I was thinking of a name. A name for you in fact. Your previous life is over you realize, so there is no reason for you to keep your previous name, yes?” Nightmare Moon said as she looked down at the Stallion.

The stallion only managed to meet her gaze in between pants and brief moans. Nightmare smiled down at him, cupping his chin with her hoof.

“Moonlight…” She said. “Yes. That is a good name for you.”

‘Moonlight’ was suddenly and magically engraved onto the tag upon Dusk Shine’s collar. The Unicorn found himself staring down at it, and found himself… liking it.