The Badlands, an expanse of arid desert and craggy rock to the south of Equestria that lived up to its name to the fullest. Few creatures were tough, or resourceful, enough to survive in the harsh conditions this blasted landscape presented, but there were still some signs of life. A scraggly, gnarled bush here, a flowering cactus there, and even a small reptile scuttling along the ground could be seen every now and then. Today, however, it was the scene of a battle that had been a millenia in the making.

Two diametrically opposed beings clashed, one dark and terrible, the other bright and stalwart, their titanic struggle shaking the very earth beneath them as they exchanged blows. On one side was Artemis, the tortured, corrupted blade of Nightmare Moon, and on the other was Celestia, the Light Bringer, Guardian of the Day, and Princess of Equestria. Both were determined to win, for their own reasons, whether they be selfish or virtuous; in the end it mattered little. This was a matter of life or death, as Artemis had already made his intentions for Celestia quite clear if he defeated her.

Artemis had grinned broadly, his eyes shining with his madness and a sense of twisted anticipation as they dragged over Celestia’s form in a shamelessly debauched manner. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you~”

The very idea of her sister’s body, male or not, being used against her in such a vile fashion… Celestia felt her stomach clench unpleasantly as she used the haft of her halberd to shove Artemis away from her. Why in Equestria would… of course. Because it would hurt her all the more. This demon, parasite, or whatever he turned out to be, was truly twisted to have thought of such a torture to inflict upon her.

“Where are you looking, Celestia?!” Artemis demanded, giving Celestia a shock as she realized she’d allowed herself to drift for a moment, the man having closed the distance she’d made for herself in a heartbeat thanks to her distraction. As his sword struck her hastily raised halberd, the mad demi-god smirked. “Oh, I know! You were thinking about what’s going to happen when I win, weren’t you~?”

“Of course not,” Celestia growled, hating herself for giving him such an opening, and for having been doing just as he’d guessed. “Why must you be so disgusting?”

“Because you’re just too damn easy,” Artemis replied smugly as she regained her footing. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, how long has it been?” His black blade clashed against the head of her halberd, sparks flying as the pair of combatants tried to outduel each other. “A decade?” Another blow hammered at Celestia’s defenses. “A century?” He sneered at her from over their now locked weapons. “No… no, I’m betting you haven’t even so much as looked at a man ever since you locked us up!”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Celestia felt her arms shake as she pushed back against him, hands sweaty and heart racing as he’d managed to hit the nail on the head. She felt that she didn’t deserve to be happy, not after how she’d driven Luna away, so she’d never even considered it.

“Sorry, princess, but after spending a thousand years with only a sororicidal nutcase to speak with I find myself feeling chatty.” Artemis seemed to lose focus for a moment, before he scowled. “It’s not my fault you’re insane!” He hissed, though he didn’t seem to be talking to Celestia anymore. Dear Faust, was he… was he talking to her sister? Still, his distraction gave her an opening, one she happily exploited by suddenly stepping forward, twisting the haft of her halberd and wrenching his sword to the side. With her foe off balance, blade out of position, and definitely surprised, she lifted her right leg and struck him in the chest with a kick that could have pulverised a boulder made out of granite.

“So where were you just now?” Celestia taunted him, feeling good about her chances for the first time after having gotten the one over on the insane creature. That and the meaty impact of the kick, combined with the satisfying way the air had simply exploded from his lungs as a result, gave her a distinct taste of vindictive pleasure. Seeing him on the ground, holding his likely broken ribs, was just a bonus. “Not feeling some pre-performance anxiety, are we?” Then he did something that surprised her. His pained grimace turned into a smile and he began to laugh as he pushed himself up to his knees. “What’s so funny?”

“This,” he replied simply, horn flaring with his magic and putting Celestia on guard, but instead of an attack, or some other obvious evocation, black chains sprang up from the ground around her, ending in cruel looking manacles. One latched around her left wrist before she could react, tugging her off balance. Her halberd hit the ground as her right wrist was captured next, pulling her arms out to either side. She struggled against the bindings, her own horn flashing with gold light as she prepared to use her magic to cut herself free, only for a third chain to latch onto her throat. She choked as it squeezed close, her concentration faltering and allowing the conjured devices to drag her down to her knees, even as Artemis got to his feet. “Like I said; too damn easy.”

“R-release me,” Celestia demanded, though her voice came out in a strained rasp, rather than an angry shout. “You basta—” She’d been trying to use magic again, but Artemis was on her before she could so much as catch her breath, one gauntlet-clad hand grasping her by base of her horn, the other shoving a band of icy cold iron down around its length. She felt her magic sputter out like a candle caught in a sudden gale, and she went cold inside as she realized just what he’d put on her. “A magic suppressor? H-how did—?”

“What did you think we were doing for the last thousand years, Celly?” Artemis asked her, tone having lost its cruelly playful edge, instead sounding… heated, and angry. “Reflecting on our crimes?” Using her horn as a lever, he forced her to look up at her. “Like I committed any in the first place!” She flinched as he used his free hand to grip her jaw painfully tight, to the point he was almost cracking the bone. “No, no, we prepared for this moment, when we finally beat you and had you at our mercy.” She tried to struggle, but his grip only tightened as he loomed over her menacingly. She looked into his eyes, so like her sister’s, and saw no mercy within them. He hated her, in a way not even Nightmare Moon had before she’d been forced to banish her, and now she was going to suffer whatever sick retribution he had in store for her.

“I’ve dreamed about this, you know,” he informed her, voice almost a whisper now as he leaned in closer, until their faces were mere inches apart. “About all the things I’d do once I finally had you at my mercy.” He licked her cheek where he’d cut her earlier, causing her to flinch back, only to groan as he held her in place. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I want to just cut your pretty little head off right now… but no. No, revenge is something to be savored.” His grip loosened, and the hand that had been gripping her horn now petted her now dirty and disheveled mane almost tenderly. “I have a thousand years worth of pain to share with you, Celly, and I’m going to enjoy every second of making you suffer just like you made me.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Celestia had to ask, confusion lacing with the fear budding inside of her. “I never did anything to—” His hands were suddenly around her throat, lifting her bodily off the ground and holding her there, the chains that bound her lengthening to allow him to do so.

“You took my life, you ignorant whore!” He roared at her while choking her mercilessly, the manacle around her neck crumpling under his grip. “You locked me up with an megalomaniacal, wannabe dictator that—” He suddenly dropped her and grasped at his helmeted head, growling as if in pain. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! You know what you are, Nightmare!” Celestia gagged and grasped at manacle that was now cutting off her ability to breathe. “Now, where was I?” Artemis suddenly shook off his bout of… whatever in Tartarus that outburst had been, reaching down and snapping off the binding from her neck with a flick of his wrist, allowing her to get some air back into her lungs. “Oh, yes, that’s right.” He leered down at her. “Revenge.”

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One moment they had been in the Badlands, the next they were in the old castle, the dungeons to be more specific. Artemis had used his magic to bring them there, having planned on doing so from the start, given the way the room they were currently in was laid out. The cell, specifically the one where prisoners were once held for questioning, had been cleaned recently, and the equipment replaced. Celestia found her eyes drawn in particular to a wrack of what could only be torture implements, shivering in the grasp of her captor’s magic despite herself.

“Don’t worry, your highness,” Artemis assured her as he levitated her over to nearest wall, bolting her chains into the stone securely as he continued to speak. “We’ll get to those later.” He removed his helmet, setting it on the nearby table, which held… other things. She didn’t let herself look at them longer than a moment, cheeks gaining a dusting of pink as she realized what they were despite that fact. Instead she focused on the man now standing before her, steadily removing his armor, and gave him her best glare. Sadly he didn’t seem all that intimidated. “You know, if you play your cards right, princess, you might actually enjoy some of what I have planned for you.” His eyes roamed over her again, the princess in question fighting the urge to squirm as she saw the obvious hunger in his lecherous gaze.

“Never,” she spat in disgust. “Do what you want, but I won’t give you that satisfaction, monster!”

“Monster?” Artemis seemed to mull over the word as he set down his gauntlets next, followed by his breastplate. “Really?” His chain coat was next to join the growing pile. “Well, maybe, but I’m not the only one in the room.” He tilted his head, as if listening to something else again, and shrugged. “That’s enough of that, though. I’ve been patient for long enough, and so has my simply delightful host.” And he was suddenly just in her face, nose to nose, his wings blocking out the light from the torches behind him. “God, it makes me sick.” He caressed the cheek he had licked earlier, Celestia pulling her head back as much as she could given her back was to the wall. “Beaten, bloodied, dress in tatters, and covered in dirt, yet somehow you’re still absolutely fucking gorgeous.” She gave him the look she felt that last sentence deserved.

“Flattery won’t—mmnph?!” He was kissing her! Oh, Faust, he was kissing her! One hand on her throat, the other braced on the stone wall next to her head, Artemis kissed her like he was trying to eat her, bruising her lips and tongue forcefully plundering the inside of her mouth, hot and rough as it subdued her own. He tasted like steel and the coppery tang of blood, making her want to pull away, but with him pinning her in place she couldn’t do much more than struggle against her bindings, eyes squeezed shut as she waited for him to tire of this. After what felt like an eternity he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their mouths for a moment as he chuckled darkly.

“God, the look on your face,” he just about purred, a supreme air of satisfaction hanging about him as she glared at him spitefully. “So angry, so… defiant.” He closed his eyes briefly, letting out a sound that made her stomach clench. “I wonder if you’ll taste just as good—OOPH!” She’d just kneed him in the gut, causing him to stagger back, doubled over, and wheezing for breath. She followed it up with a kick that sent him to the floor, even drawing blood as the force of it split his lower lip wide open.

“Damned bastard!” She hissed, feeling utterly repulsed by him. “I won’t just let you toy with me like this!” He said nothing as he pushed himself to his feet once more, hair hanging about his face as he stood there for a moment. “What? Afraid to approach your prisoner?” He stood there, quietly, long enough that his lip healed and she began to grow nervous. What was he planning now? Then she saw his hands, closed tightly into fists and clenched so hard that his knuckles had turned white. Was he restraining himself? She remembered him saying how much he wanted to kill her… could she use this? Only if she wanted him to snap and end it, but that might be preferable under the circumstances. “Well?!” His quiet moments were more unsettling then his loud, angry ones, she decided.

“Sorry, your highness,” he growled through clenched teeth, straightening so the shadows no longer hid his face. Oh, yes, he was very angry. “Your sister had to talk me out of ripping your guts out, that’s all.” He raised his right hand, expression settling into one so cold ice would look warm by comparison. “Forgive me, by the way.” The sound of stone splitting heralded the emergence of another pair of chains, these ones binding her ankles. “I should’ve made sure you were properly restrained before starting our little game.” He then stepped forward and gripped the front of her already damaged dress. “That and you’re wearing far too much clothing for my tastes. It’s time I fixed that.” He ripped the cloth from her body with little effort, the sound of it tearing filling the room as he tossed the scraps away carelessly.

“I’m going to make you pay for this,” Celestia promised him, shame causing her cheeks to flush scarlet as she stood almost naked before him now. “But if you stop now, I promise—”

“What? That you’ll show me leniency?” Artemis scoffed at the idea, one hand reaching out to her chest, pulling down her bra to fully expose her breasts. “No, I don’t think so.” He squeezed the left one in his large, rough hand, causing her to wince in discomfort. “So soft and warm… and your heart is beating so fast.” He seemed to be savoring her reaction, squeezing tighter, so it bordered on pain, before easing off enough that it was simply uncomfortable. “I know it’s too much to hope that you’ll beg for forgiveness, but the fact you’re afraid is just making this even better for me.”

“You’re disgusting,” Celestia informed him, wishing she could pull away from him as he began to massage her breasts with both hands now, with the intent to inflict pleasure upon her now, if his less harsh methods were anything to go be. “You’re also wasting your time. I won’t—” She found something gagging her, one of the items from the nearby table having levitated over while she’d been distracted, a ball gag that was now firmly strapped in place. “Mmmph!”

“Much better,” Artemis said cheerfully, taking pleasure in her frustration it seemed. “You can talk tough all you like, but the body reacts despite our wishes.” Something dark was in the depths of his eyes then, something that made her shiver. Like he knew what he was talking about. “Resist if you want, but it won’t matter in the end.” He moved on to teasing her nipples, stiff from the chill of her cell, rubbing them between his fingers like he knew what he was doing. The implications of all this were horrifying on a completely different level, one she didn’t even want to contemplate. “You’ll see what I mean soon enough.” He leaned over her breasts, latching onto the right nipple with his mouth and assaulting it with lips, tongue, and even, lightly, his teeth.

Celestia clenched her fists and closed her eyes, trying to distance herself from his actions, but he was right. Her body was reacting, so long deprived as it was, and Artemis was, if nothing else, talented in provoking said reactions. She hated her body for giving him this satisfaction, but she could at least hold something back, her voice kept in check even as her skin flushed with burgeoning arousal.

“That’s a good girl,” Artemis purred against her breast, giving her nipples a playful flick with his fingers. “But I think it’s time I had some fun of my own.” Celestia was pulled down to her knees by the chains, Artemis removing his codpiece as she realized what he intended for her to do. “Now, now, don’t look at me like that.” He grinned like a feral animal, his armor now out of the way, and his slacks untied. She found herself nose to tip with his erection, hard and even leaking some of his pre. “You brought this on yourself~”

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“Applejack!” The voice of her little sister calling to her broke the young farmhand’s focus, the embarrassed teen snapping her laptop shut just as the door to her bedroom flew open. Said little sister, Apple Bloom, was giving her an odd look. No surprise, given how her older sibling was sitting cross-legged on her bed in nothing but panties and a t-shirt, in the middle of the afternoon on a Sunday no less. “Land sakes, sis, y’all been in here over half the day!” She noted the closed laptop. “What’cha doin’, anyhow?”

“None of yer business, Apple Bloom,” AJ replied grumpily, having just gotten to the juicy bits of her story when her sister decided to just barge in on her like that. “And what have Ah told ya about comin’ inta mah room like that?”

“Not to,” Apple Bloom replied moodily, pouting a bit due to her curiosity being stamped down like that. “But Granny wanted me ta tell ya that supper’s gonna be ready soon!”

“And y’all are perfectly capable of knockin’, ain’t ya?” AJ’s query got a reluctant nod from the girl. “Ah should hope so. Now git, and tell Granny I’ll be down in a minute.” Apple Bloom let out a huff and left, though thankfully she shut the door behind her, allowing her older sister to get back to her story. “Now, where was Ah? Oh yeah~” She began typing again, cheeks red and giggling like the naughty school girl she was.

Author's Note

I had the inspiration to take part in April Fools Day. I hope you're not too disappointed