Nightmare Before Dusk

Dusk… Moonlight. It was the name stitched into his collar. He was dragged along behind the powerful alicorn by the collar. The way it squeezed around his lithe neck reminded him of his new station in life, his lesser-ness to those around him. Guard stallions and diligent staff, who were just as thralls to Nightmare Moon as he was, did not come as low as he did. He dragged his hooves along the floor, eyes downcast, trying to ignore the looks of those around him. Many of those faces had seen him grow from a young, bright colt into an experienced and proud protege to their once-Princess, Celestia. Now, he was a demure stallion, flushed in the face as he forced his eyes shut every so often, biting back a pleasured cry.

He wasn’t just being led around like a dog on a leash, he was an obscene attraction, meant to commemorate the black alicorn’s perversion and level of dominance over her sister’s most valued student. His tail was cut short, a humiliating act within itself. His gonads were bared to anyone inclined to steal a peek. Most were respectful enough of the unicorn’s situation to not do that. However, it was the other change that made passers-by gawk on with fallen mouths, which only served to incentivise their open stares.

Shimmying and writhing inside of him, pushing against his prostate, was an oversized and decorated buttplug. On the flat bottom was emblazoned the cutie mark of their conqueror, proudly signifying to all that Dusk’s plump, shapely ass had been conquered by her as well. As Moonlight trailed behind the alicorn pulling at his collar, he relied mostly on her to direct him, his eyes forcibly closed to suppress the pleasure forced upon him. His plump ponut kept trying to force it out, making the blunted tip of the intrusion push periodically against his p-spot with every failed push. Every pang of bliss made his heart skip a beat, his pulsing erection smacking against his stomach with a wet slap each time it happened. He leaving a mess on the carpet, a thin stained trail of precum marking the route Nightmare Moon was taking him on.

He used to like that he knew the layout of the castle so well he could navigate it with his eyes closed. However, knowing where he was being taken did not grant him any relief in the slightest. A turn left, a turn right, going straight forwards. He cracked open an eye, his face locked in a grimace as he saw the grand marble pillars draped with dark fabric sewn with the night alicorn’s insignia. Ahead, despoiled and no longer recognisable, was the once dignified throne of Princess Celestia. The carpet leading to it was still intact but everything else was ruined. Two burning braziers of purple flame roared on either side of the malformed chair, with self-aggrandising tapestry hanging from the wall just above it. Upon their entry, Dusk saw a mass of scarred faces, a symphony of confused muttering and then silence – all eyes on him from all ponies packed into the throne room.

Guards formed a line in front of the masses, a mixture of recognisable faces and those strange to him. A mixture of silver and dark blue armour was worn by the guards. The ones he recognised looked ordinary if reluctant to be at their current posts. The ones he didn’t recognise looked straight ahead, through him, with glowing yellow eyes and slitted black pupils. They scared him back into casting down his gaze, a part of him thankful they made him forget his own arousal if only for a moment.

Nightmare stopped leading him at the base of her sister’s corrupted throne, allowing the lead to fall to the floor as she ascended up the carpeted steps. Taking her spot on the throat, she sat, her legs spread apart to bare herself shamelessly to the room. Her grin grew ever larger and cockier as the crowd of ponies broke out into whispers. Moonlight was happy for some reprieve, although the plug inside his rectum ensured a steady flow of ecstasy through his body. He looked up at her, his face half screwed up. Her large heaving sack clenched as, slowly, inches of her dark alicorn tube steak began to pour out from her burdened sheath. The voices quietened down at the spectacle, as inch after inch of evil alicorn cock was revealed to their frightened eyes. It might have just been his head, but Moonlight was sure his nostrils picked up the thick scene to her arousal, despite how open the room was. Lastly, when it was at its full, twitching hardness, Nightmare’s cyan eyes fell upon the unicorn; her smile dark and carnal.

“Prove your obedience to the throng. Then you will get the release you’re aching for,” her voice was auditory silk, woven into a malicious intent and loud enough for all to hear.

The unicorn exhaled with trembling breath, looking up at his mistress with a pleading look. Although it wasn’t her face he was attempting to extract mercy from. His gaze was focused on her thick black dick, the huge rod was hypnotic, and before he knew it his hooves moved on their own towards it. He climbed the steps, his cock slapping against his flat belly as the plug inside his butt continued to shift inside of him, pushing him further and further to the edge of desperation.

He finally reached her majesty, his breaths glancing off the turgid flesh of her member. It twitched almost happily in reaction to his closeness, which was the only thing these days that filled him with a sense of pride. Up close his nostrils inhaled deeply the dense thick musk of her hog, which prompted an explosion of warmth in his loins. It was perfunctory fire, of sweat and pheromones. He wanted to taste it.

Moving his muzzle forwards he began to suckle on one of her immense balls. Moonlight took the flesh between his wetted lips, tasting her musky flavour as he ruminated on the thickness of her creamy semen, the dense flavour, the possible sweetness of such perfect jizz. He tried to fit one of her immense nuts in his mouth, cooing in delight as he felt its weight on the surface of his tongue. His ears pricked at the sounds of whispers, of repulsed yet curious murmurs. Moonlight finished sucking on one, letting it leave his mouth with a pop before he moved onto the next. He didn’t want to leave a single inch of her sack uncovered with spittle, wanting desperately to please not only his mistress but to prove to his devotion to the onlookers.

“You filthy whore,” Nightmare commented passively, her sack clenching against Moonlight’s hardworking tongue. “I bet you can’t wait until you’re filled to the brim with my superior jizz, can you?”

“No mistress,” he replied in a coo, dragging his tongue up the seam of her sack, stopping at the sheath. “I want you to stuff my pussy.”

“Then you better start sucking my cock, slut.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Moonlight couldn’t describe the sensation that arose within him whenever she spoke so vulgar towards him. It made his heartbeat quicken, his cock harden, and his ass ached for a proper stuffing.

He moved up from her balls to the immense jet black column that swayed over his head. Even without feeling it rest on his face, the monstrous shaft was intimidatingly heavy, with its length and girth likely to render some catatonic. In a way, he felt blessed, blessed that his tongue and touch alone were permitted to handle such a godly slab of flesh. The collar around his neck was his badge of office, just as the crown atop her head signified her as Queen, and the titanic shaft between her thighs placed her above all...

Moonlight pushed his tongue against the base, her majesty’s cock twitching in carnal approval, squeezing out a fat glob of pre which quickly trailed down her rod. Moonlight hummed at giving his mistress satisfaction, trailing his tongue upward, passing over the plump circle of flesh around the circumference in order to reach the pea-sized droplet of pre. He moaned at the flavour, following up the trail to reach its source – her wide, blunt tip. The unflared head of her cock was as thick as his hoof but he didn’t allow its tremendous size to intimidate him. He showered her meat with loving kisses, licking whenever his lips met to ensure that every hard, veiny inch of her tube steak was absolutely covered in his saliva and love. Sometimes he just couldn’t help himself, rubbing it over his face in zealous longing. He alternated for a while between his sloppy licks and suckling at the urethra – a particularly self-indulgent act which made his own dick piss pre-jizzism. The musky flavour of her essence was ambrosial in quality, paralysing him for a moment at the exquisite flavour. However, this wasn’t even his favourite part of the act. It was his mistress’ accompanying moans, the seldom received strokes across his head, both signs of approval from his master.

Carried by the high, Moonlight opened his mouth wide, pulling his large soft lips over his teeth. What he desired to do was a monumental task but he wanted to prove himself, to give her cock the reverence it deserved. The tip pushed at his maw, the fem-stallion trying his hardest to force it inside of his mouth. He pushed his lips down on the spongy flesh, his eyes clenching shut as his mouth started to strain as his jaw gave away. When he felt the huge headrest on his tongue, he felt his own dick pulse and swell, a moan sounding from his gullet as he was shoved to the very edge of orgasm. Any stimulation now would cause him to blow his load over the base of the throne but he didn’t want that, not yet. His orgasm belonged to Nightmare and she alone could dictate when he could experience it.

He fed himself more of the precious shaft until he could take no more of the vascular organ, which amounted to just a couple of inches past the massive flare. The musky taste of her mare-meat was a taste second to only the creamy prize awaiting him in her sloshing cum factories. His tongue began to swirl and circle around her girth, his lips struggled to form a seal around her impressive rotundity but he managed to anyway, suckling her precious clear essence directly from the ‘tap’. Her flavour was quite the contrast to her demeanour. In his own way, Moonlight liked to think the taste of her essence was the alicorn’s true personality beneath the stony exterior. It was warm, sweet, his tongue always picked up the subtle flavour of blueberries (which only became more potent the closer she came to climax). Moonlight lapped her crown with a mirthful moan, his ears open for his master’s groan as he poured his fervour into his tongue.

His machinations were eventually rewarded. A swift lick across the top of her blunted crown yielded a delightfully throaty moan from the herm, an extra glob of her essence flowing down his throat as recompense. Nightmare had humbled him in all other areas except his deftness with a tongue. Moonlight knew just where to attack to coax the most pleasure from her. Striking somewhere across the ridge of her flare was enough, although sometimes slicing across certain parts of her mouth-wrapped shaft was enough. However, his mouth wasn’t the only front he assaulted her on. His hooves would stroke the member, perhaps feel the heft of her having sack, anything to encourage a piping hot volley of her spunk to blast at the back of his throat. But when Moonlight glanced up at his mistress, he looked just in time to see her horn become enshrouded in magic; her fanged teeth on display as she smiled mirthfully. This was new.

Suddenly, at which his eyes bulged from his head, Moonlight felt his hindquarters rise from the floor. He was then yanked off her cock with an audible ‘pop’ as he was raised up to eye-level; his rock-hard cock swaying beneath him. “I think that’s gone on long enough, hmm? We have to get you ready,” she purred, dragging her forked tongue across her lips.

“Wha- I- Yes, Mistress!” he complied, trying not to fail in meeting her sultry blue eyes with a determined pair of his own.

“Good.” Her simple acknowledgement was followed by Moonlight’s quick one-eighty, his purple and red face forced to look out at the hundreds of faces looking back. He had forgotten they were even there, and it was easy to, when one combined their stunned silence with his cock-lusted stupor. Their expressions were a diverse mixture of shock, disgust and even lust as Moonlight was forced to take them all in. And, when he did, his dick could only twitch in reaction; his embarrassment confusingly throwing a log onto his carnal fire. Things became further humiliating for the young stallion when his own face, formerly tightened into a futile attempt to maintain his dignity, became contorted and scrunched in trying to suppress a surprise attack of ecstasy. “Let’s just get this out of the way, shall we?” Nightmare asked rhetorically, her aura pulling at the deeply lodged plug in her pet’s ass.

Moonlight suppressed his mewls as the buttplug was forcibly pushed against his prostate. His dick beneath him smacked against his stomach despite dangling, flicking long strings of precum over the royal staircase, leaving dark stains in the rich carpet. Moonlight knew she did it on purpose but he didn’t care – any pleasure he received that wasn’t in tandem to her own was a blessing in of itself. She was agonisingly slow in removing the silicone blockage, making sure that he could fully acknowledge how many inches wide the instrument forced him apart – all in preparation for colossal black pike twitching beneath him. After what felt like an eternity, he could feel it slip out of him, allowing him to sigh as he could relax and, at the same time, be mournful for the emptiness he was now forced to feel. Fortunately, Nightmare was just about ready to rectify that.

“M-mistress,” he stammered, his gaping he-twat clenching around a phantom length – one he was hoping sincerely she would replace.

“Almost there my pet,” she assured in a quiet coo, low enough that only he could hear. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Before he could agree with her, Moonlight threw his mouth forward to moan. He felt her tongue roam around the plush wrinkled entryway to his butt. Her tongue was large, larger than his own, the sensation of it tracing his ‘dirty’ ring was a high unlike no other. It was taboo, filthy, nopony – never mind a Queen, should lower herself to do it. Yet, for him and him alone, Moonlight knew he was the only pony worthy of such a treatment. He came to groan when he felt her tongue delve into his awaiting hole, her wiggling muscle coating his insides with an excess of saliva. However, the best thing about Nightmare being a large mare was that she possessed an equally large tongue. It pushed apart his insides. Not as large as the prior filling, however the swirling motion tried to cover just as much space, squeezing against his prostate and milking as many feminine moans from his prostate as possible. Moonlight could barely remember how it felt to stimulate his cock, not when this felt so much better.

It was as though he had a button directly connected to his brain, each press sending a crash of euphoria over his entire body. He knew how much his mistress enjoyed seeing him squirm and writhe whenever she did this, the way his hooves would kick and his thighs would tense, or whenever his erection would squeeze out an extra thick bead of pre. It was his most vulnerable state, when he put at the peak of bliss and most open for suggestion. She drove her tongue even deeper, enveloping his puffy ring. He clenched around her, moaning even louder. He saw faces of discomfort amongst the conglomerate, although to one extreme he also saw another: enthralment. The guards weren’t even immune. Some of the weaker willed Solar guard had reddened cheeks, looking upon the scene openly – Moonlight even saw a few cocks ‘dropped’ in their presence. And, even if they tried to hide it, some of Nightmare’s soldiers stared sideways at the scene. It was pure unfettered carnality. Moonlight wanted more./i]

“M-Mistress,” he groaned, trying in futility to push his ass back against her maw; trying to make her reach even deeper. Her tongue was relentless and precise. Yet, he desired the simple brutality of a club, the way it throbbed under him, out of range of his hooves and mouth. He felt nostalgia for the pain in his jaw but longed for an even more distant memory. A fullness in his ass that far surpassed her tongue or even the plug which laid on the floor, forgotten. “I n-need you.”

Her tongue slipped out of his puckered hole, a string of saliva dripping from the tip of her lolled tongue. “What was that, pet?” she asked, a playful edge behind her voice.

Moonlight knew full well that she heard him. This was the game she liked to play, only now, it before the eyes of hundreds. “I need y-you,” he reiterated, the pleasured twang from his twitching dick making his voice hitch.

“I’m already here, Pet. What do you truly need?” Her voice was sultry, heavy with suggestion. She planted a kiss right on his left asscheek, then on his taint, her plump lips lingering close to his clenched sack. “Say it.”

“D-dick,” he admitted, his face transcending to a shade of red never before seen by much of the congregation. “I need y-your dick…”

“Louder.”

There it was. What Moonlight knew the point of the ‘game’ was. His featured scrunched, and he closed his eyes. “Your d-dick,” he obeyed, speaking at normal volume.

“I do not hear your devotion, Moonlight. I don’t think you really need me at all,” she said, speaking with faux-displeasure. “Do you want me to take ‘it’ away, hmm?”

“No!” he exclaimed, whining. “I want it!”

“Then declare it!” she commanded. “Let them all hear your devotion, your lust, your… love.”

“I want your cock!” Moonlight cried, uncaring to the faces of shock that appeared amongst the crowd. “Your perfect cock! I need it! I want to be bred! Breed me! Breed me! Please!”

Such zealously competed even with the stony faced personal guard of the alicorn, who turned their heads to look upon the ‘competition’. Moonlight didn’t care now. Any last shred of pity the gathered crowd had for their former ruler’s former student flew out the stained glass windows upon such an obscene declaration. “Good colt,” Nightmare cooed, again, low enough that only he could hear. Moonlight felt himself move once more, slowly forwards, his hole angled downwards. He might have shown an ounce of shame to have his twitching violet spear presented to so many onlookers, but such a feeling was secondary down to what was fast approaching his hollow hole. “Now, you get your release.”

Moonlight tightened his features in brace. He felt the colossal tip of her partisan prod against his taint, nudge against his soft hanging sack before it finally poked against his eager colt-pussy. He knew her not to be inaccurate. Each ‘miss’ was intentional and teasing, the last game she liked to play with him. Fortunately, she was merciful this time around, and Moonlight whimpered when he felt the familiar pressure against his ass. Even a day with a plug inside of it did not give it nearly enough looseness for a seamless penetration. He was almost convinced she grew her appendage just to make it this way. No matter what measures she forced him to take, it was never enough…

He liked that.

Her hugging aura steadily pushed down on his shoulders, ever so slightly adding pressure. The ponies looking on were on the edge of their metaphorical seats, almost as absorbed by the eventual penetration as Moonlight was. Almost. The strain Moonlight felt on his ring made him squirm, his cock basically pissing with the amount of pre that flowed from his cockhead. Nightmare’s tremendous girth triggered an overdrive of his libido, like a junkie about to get his much sought after fix, Moonlight awaited the tide of relief that would come with such a tremendous fullness.

Nightmare brushed her lips against his ear, her warm breath sent a tingle down his spine. She then spoke, in a whisper, right into his hear. “I think you’ve waited long enough.”

“Aaaah!~”

The tremendous flare of the monarch’s titan shaft forced its way into Moonlight’s taut hole. The flare of her bestial rod had the benefit of being the thickest part of it, giving Moonlight the underappreciated trait of quick acclimation. It split him like a wishbone, his thighs parting instinctively as the alicorn fed his rectum more inches. Even without driving herself towards it, her sheer size meant that Moonlight couldn’t escape his prostate being under constant attack, which only contributed further to his reverence. It was truly a perfect cock, where every inch was a constant, unceasing stream of pleasure. Of course, pain was unavoidable when taking in such a huge, although welcomed, intruder.

“So big!” he lauded, squeezing the quarter of her embedded erection.

“Yes, yes, as you’ve said plenty of times before,” she chuckled, coming to wrap a hoof around his stomach. “I’m barely inside and I can already feel myself,” she remarked flirtatiously, flexing her cock.

“Mmph!” Moonlight moaned, her pulsing dick, much like its owner, dominated whatever space it entered. “You’re massive.”

“How else can I impale you?”

Before he could reply in words, the alicorn’s magic dissipated, causing his lithe frame to fall down the remainder of her rigid fuckstick. His ‘reply’ therefore was a strangled cry of ecstasy as his round buttocks clapped against her waist, every solid inch down to the hilt twitched and pulsed in the warm-wrapped confines of ass; becoming a living condom for her majesty’s meat. Through his stomach there was an obscene, blunted bulge that almost brushed against Moonlight’s throbbing rod. His face was the trust form of rapture. She didn’t fit inside of him, instead, she warped his entire hole around her, annexing his booty. It was though they became one being, sharing a singular heartbeat... Or so he liked to think, helplessly adding an air of romanticism to the whole affair of debauchery, if only to help fight off the mental accusations that he was a ravenous and completely shameless cock-slut.

“You usually cum after that,” she remarked casually, sounding neither pleased or displeased.

“S-sorry m-my Q-Queen!” He spoke between pants, his cock near-red with how close to the edge its owner was.

“No, no, this is good. We can give them a show…”

Moonlight smiled, the proposition making his dick twitch in anticipation. “Yes, Mistress.”

Moonlight became acquainted once more with her magic embracing his form – a full-body hug, warm and assuming. He moaned through gritted teeth as he was raised, his prostate stimulated with every single inch, his body longing for the fullness that was quickly leaving him. His moan was half-pleasured, half-mournful as a result. His loud vocalisations had become subdued by the time she withdrew all but her immense leaking crown, the stallion attached to it had become a twitching mess. There no doubt would have been a few envious faces now amongst the throng watching on as Moonlight experienced a pleasure only he had exclusive access to.

Moonlight did not linger long at her penile peak. He fell, Nightmare plunging him halfway down her shaft as not to overwhelm the stallion before yanking him back upwards. The liberal spit and pre meant that each time the alicorn lanced his ass, it was done with relative ease, producing an audible and erotic ‘schlick’ with every stab she made against his p-spot; shoving him closer and closer to climax. Nightmare was measured in showing her own pleasure, not quite as vocal as the stallion she was utilising as a fleshlight but a perceptive eye would see the subtle hue of pink on her cheeks and the slight drop of her eyelids. However, only Moonlight could feel the subtle way it grew thicker within him, the smouldering pipe clearly enjoying his ‘sheathe’.

The longer they fucked, the more and more of her python Nightmare shoved into his ass. Each deep thrust saw inch after inch, making Moonlight’s screams higher in pitch; reaching a plateau when Moonlight’s cavity swallowed the fatty circumference of her medial ring. The obscene bulge that came at the end of every thrust truly emphasised a degree of objectification. Moonlight was a toy purely for the alicorn’s pleasure. Yet, the unicorn didn’t mind in the slightest, not when his mind was a fog of cock, cum and bliss. He felt immaterial, as though he could fade away at any moment when at the receiving end of such ecstasy, for nothing else in life could compete… But more realistically, he could fade away to unconsciousness. If it were possible just as with pain that pleasure could reach such a high that you were rendered catatonic from the experience, then Moonlight was close to going through just that…

Which was a lot to just say that he was loving every second.

The longer they fucked, the pre and spit was all used up, leaving behind the sound of fleshy friction. Stallions and mares both, having witnessed such shameless debauchery for long enough, openly masturbated to the obscenities happening on the throne. Some practised the same level of boldness as the queen and her pet, servicing one another on the floor of the throne room. The guards meanwhile had no idea what to do with the developments. The Solar guard were left between trying to break up the acts whilst others were too foggy headed by their own arousal to do anything, mimicking the same steadfast stoicism as their night-time brethren – sans the cocks slapping against their collective stomachs.

“I want to see you spray your entire sack out before the throne when I paint you insides white. Think you can do that?”

“Yes, my Queen! Yes!” he cried out in adoration before he plunged, his humble nuts smacking against her fat black apples as he arched his back as he let out a strangled gargle of joy. The monster cock tip was emphasised through his guts as a result, the almost balloon-like swell that came right after as she began to pump rope after rope of her thick viscous seed deep into his bowels triggered the next movement of their erotic symphony.

And much like a conductor’s rod, Moonlight’s cock twitched wildly, first smacking against the growing bulge in his stomach once, twice, before the third and mightiest pulse saw a long thick rope of perfect white jizz fire from his flaring tip. It left a large white stripe vertically down his face, his open mouth allowing him to taste his own dense spunk before the following strings of cum flung outward over the carpet from the throne. Meanwhile, an excess cum leaked from his clenched asshole, his ponut too weak to contain the tide of Nightmare’s spunk. The alicorn held onto him tightly as she blasted her seemingly endless amounts of jizz into his rectum. Each spurt from her only increased the pressure he felt against his prostate, encouraging each of the unicorn’s spurts of jizzism to go even further than the last. If any pony in the room was preoccupied with another, they had stopped to watch the shared climax of the alicorn and her pet. The sight was a spectacle in of itself, with the unicorn’s belly expanding slightly despite the amount of cum that was spewing from his ass. Some half-expected some of the dense seed to leak from Moonlight’s lips; it was so copious.

Nightmare displayed, for the first time, some signs of exertion by the time her balls were thoroughly drained. Moonlight could feel her panting into his neck, her softened cock still buried to the balls in his ass. By the time he finished his orgasm, his cock was sore from the number of ropes he expelled, losing count sometime after twelve. His stomach, which had ballooned a little thanks to Nightmare’s cum factories, was slowly deflating as an ever increasing puddle of cum was forming at the base of the throne. Nightmare Moon had probably broken a record somewhere for the largest volume of cum expelled from a pony, and if not that, the largest puddle of semen cleaned up by a single tongue (if Moonlight and a few of the shameful onlookers got their way.). Not too long after the alicorn achieved climax, Moonlight felt the hooves coiled around him grow tighter as the alicorn rested her muzzle on his neck, gently nibbling at his coat in a rare gesture of intimacy.

“Good colt. You proved your devotion,” she lauded soothingly, “you can rest now.”

Moonlight allowed a tired smile to rest on his face as he leaned into her touch, darkness nipping at the edge of his vision. “T-thank you, Mistress…”

The unicorn found himself stolen by sleep, and, despite being held tightly by the hooves of the Nightmare, he found his dreams… pleasant.