Nightmare Mooned

by Dr Sharaz Jek

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Spike, Comedy, Sex, Profanity, Non-consensual, Violence, Main 6, Nightmare Moon, Gore, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2861

The mane six fail in their quest to stop Nightmare Moon and face the consequences.

By a stroke of luck, Nightmare Moon overcomes the mane six, and immediately abuses her newfound position. Spike tries to make a valiant stand against her, and she decides to make him her personal pet. What kinkiness will result from this new nightmare...?

Published 2019-04-26 21:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-04-26 21:30:01 UTC

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The mane six had lost. And with their failure came the inevitable consequences. Nightmare Moon cackled in a melodramatic fashion, stomping a hoof while she studied the broken mares scattered before her. A burst of magic from her horn had struck down Twilight Sparkle when she'd tried to announce that the Elements of Harmony were in them the whole time. The others had easily fallen to her might one-after-another. She licked her lips, assured nopony could possibly stop her now!

Clops echoed through the ruined palace when she walked in circles around their unconscious forms. “Mmm, but what to do with you now? Kill you? No, that's too base. Too easy. Plus, a Queen requires followers! Ah...perfect.” Normally a complicated spell like this would take time, especially when the wills of her targets resisted her, but they were rendered completely vulnerable in their current state. Not to mention she could invade their dreams and transform them into horrific nightmares!

Pained and scared moans escaped them while they stirred amidst their slumber. “That's right my new slaves,” she purred and wrapped a forehoof under Twilight's chin. “Submit. Isn't it easier that way?” Tears rolled down Sparkle's face while her own psyche bored into her. She'd turned them into their own worst enemies, making them face their own worst fears.

But she wouldn't stop until they surrendered totally to her. No, they'd see terrors reflected on their loved ones, Equestria ruined, and be left to dwell in darkness alone with only their anxieties to keep them company. Common ponies would have broken almost instantly. But to their credit they lasted hours before they mentally surrendered rather than be completely broken.

“My little ponies,” she murmured in a sultry manner. One-by-one the six rose to their hooves and bowed before her. She paused when she noticed another shadow behind a column. “Oh?” She dove past the pillar and landed before a small dragon. “Spike, is it?” He cowered before her when she cast a thick shadow over him. He breathed emerald flames in her face, but she laughed and instantly raised a magic barrier, the plumes harmlessly grazing around her as embers floated in the air.

“Just...let them go,” he demanded. He was trembling, but puffed up his chest anyhow, knowing he was the last hope they all had. But what could he do? He tried to think of somepony he could summon for help, but if Celestia and his friends had failed, who could possibly stop her?! The Royal Guards?! He would've laughed if not for the terrible situation around him.

“I could shatter your mind too...” He winced and started to sob when he looked to the others, uncertain if it was even possible to bring them back now. “But I'd prefer to relish the moment! Do not worry. You may even come to like your new life?”

“N-never,” he swore when she forced him into the open with a push of her forehoof.

“Never say never, my pet.” She smiled and trotted backwards when his circle of friends closed around him. Glazed-over eyes studied him hungrily. He swallowed hard when Rarity stepped forward first and shoved him onto his back.

“What's the matter, darling? Do you not like me anymore?” She beamed at him with wide, crazed eyes.

“Y-yeah...but you're not her,” he mumbled. His heart pitter-pattered when she closed in on him. She hovered directly above him, then slowly spun so that her supple, marshmallow bottom face him. In any other circumstance such a view would have been his wet dream. Now it made him cringe to see her defiled like this. “Don't,” he pleaded turning away despite his loins stirring.

Nightmare Moon enveloped his head in her aura and forced it to turn back. Likewise she opened his eyes and barely allowed him to blink. He was forced to take in every inch of the mare he'd crushed on; her raised dock exposing a puckered, pastel pink wing of her anus, and a matching slit with puffy, inflamed vulva lips. Rarity used her own magic to opened her flower wide, exposing the pink, glistening treasure which winked repeatedly moments from his snout, beads of her lubrication dripping and squirting directly into his maw. He wanted to choke it out despite how unbelievably wonderful it tasted, honey straight from the pot. Her swelled, moist lovebud throbbed, her hanging tits swaying pendulum-like beneath her barrel.

She lowered her heart-shaped ass onto his face. “Mmph,” he cried when her impossibly soft buttcheeks smooshed until they spread completely over his muzzle. By now his twin dragonhoods had escaped their sheath, standing upright, and she poked at them with a titter. “Ah, poor little Spikey-Wikey. Frustrated?” She studied the precum that dribbled from the tips.

She rubbed her ass over his face. Her asshole and pussy dragged over his leathery skin, smearing him with her love juices, forcing him to breathe in the sweet musk of her sex. His mind dulled and swam with pure lust. His brain screamed for him to resist, that this was wrong and they were both being raped, but his flesh responded to the point his meatrods twitched.

An ambivalent mixture of relief and disappointment washed over him when she finally withdrew. “Be honest,” said Nightmare Moon who watxched from the distance. “You're attracted to all of them, aren't you? Even the one who raised you like you're her son. Or perhaps you're more like a little brother?” Twilight Sparkle cantered up next, and repeated the same process on him, her pert posterior settled upon him. He struggled fruitlessly, almost smothered under her no less amazing hind end.

She soaked him with her cunt nectar which also wet his face and poured down his gullet. He'd always been ashamed of his attraction to her and tried to suppress it, until he'd finally found a mare cuter than her in Rarity. Quiet weeps escaped him when her butthole and twat slithered across him until she too bored of his predicament and stepped away.

Next came Applejack who pressed her well-toned, freckle-dotted applebottom until it eclipsed his view. “Ah, I can see into your daydreams, as well.” Nightmare Moon giggled. “You have a secondary crush on her, don't you? Despite how different she is from the other pair of mares you adore. Perhaps you see something of your own nobility in her?”

She bounced her powerful buns atop him like she was riding a steed. Had she been any rougher he feared she'd break his neck, but she seemed to know just how far to safely push it, almost making him cum from sheer teasing stimulation.

After her arrived Fluttershy who had the widest, softest, most plush derriere of them all. In contrast to his last partner she tenderly settled atop him in an almost romantic manner, her face flushed with a coy smile like she was desperate to please him. Gentle hooves wrapped around his cocks, which she slowly stroked, until his milky precum stained her hooves.

Yet she stopped short each time he almost came. “Oh my,” she whimpered with a taste of his seed which she licked from her frog. She slurped down the salty seed and felt it burn in her belly, tempting her to drink down more, but she knew better than to deny her friends their turn. With some reluctance she stood and scooted away from the pinned drake.

Rainbow Dash landed and practically slammed her narrow but no less shapely rump down on him. She landed so hard his snout was almost fully buried into her vagina, making a squelching sound. Determined to prove she was sexier than the rest of them, she grinded her hips in circular motions, swishing his maw with audible schlicks inside her love tunnel.

By this point they'd teased him so thoroughly his dragon instincts started to kick in base lust overwhelming his sense of himself, eyes turned to slits when his psyche started to dwindle. He desperately tried to hold onto his personality, what these kind mares had taught him, but his body reacted instinctively, his forked tongue shooting up her fuckhole to flick at her cervix. It opened to admit him, and his impossibly extensive muscle wormed into her womb, where he started to fiercely lick her walls.

She tossed back her head and shrieked in satisfaction. Gushes escaped her canal and flooded his throat. He drank it down, satisfied she wasn't such a little tease like the rest of them. By Tartarus, she looked ready to fuck him then-and-there!

However she was pushed aside by Pinkie Pie who plopped down a cushiony backside only a hair smaller than Shy's. A pair of balloons bounced upon him, and she wiggled her hips, aligning his tongue so that it was driven up her surprisingly clean rectum. “Oooh, squishy!” She snickered and snorted when he fished inside her, Dash hovering nearby and folding her forehooves with a sneer at being dismissed before her time. She winked at the pegasus, determined to finish him off.

She took his double dragons into her mouth and immediately drove down with a gurgle until their girth made her neck bulge and she swallowed the pair to the base. Small spurts of his thick, salty pre slathered her tongue, and she raised until his tips were all that spread her jaw, then bobbed back down, running her tongue around his quivering cocks which rubbed her interior and into each other. The pink extensions were covered in tiny, flesh ridges to better please a mate, so ultra-sensitive he whined loudly.

She sucked him off with well-versed skill, fondling his nutsack all the while, while her other forehoof rubbed over her slick nub. Unlike her he completely lacked in any real sexual experience, aside from masturbation sessions he rarely finished since it was hard to get some privacy around Twilight, and his cockheads rocked when he fired spurt-after-spurt down her esophagus. Her cheeks bulged out from an excess of semen, dragons able to ejaculate far more than stallions, and while she'd taken pornstar-levels of spunk before his dense, virile splooge proved far too much even for the rather loose party mare.

Globs exploded from her nostrils, burning on the way out, bubbling and popping from her nostrils. Tears filled her eyes and she tried to pull back, but by now he was completely lost to his baser self, grabbing her curly mane and forcefully holding her all the way down while she choked on a steady torrent of his splooge which bloated her belly. She desperately tried to drink it all down while he continued to cum for over a couple minutes straight, to the point where she feared her ballooned-out stomach would burst. She finally came too, painting him with her clear releases which splashed down his soft, smooth underbelly.

When he finally released his grip she pulled back, sniffling and vomiting wads of his studliness. He'd started to grow a little larger, his muscles now defined, and tossed her aside now that he was momentarily bored of her. “Spike...want!”

Nightmare Moon chuckled while she settled on her throne and wondered which mare he'd take first. She started to laugh louder, tossing back her head, her theatrical bellows cut short when Spike bounded towards her. “What? No!” She flared her horn and attempted to subdue him with a colorful beam, but his chest puffed up, an inferno built in his stomach, and he breathed a cone which easily countered her own power. She panicked when his wave started to overpower her own, knocked from her stone seat, where she skidded backwards on her hooves certain if she relented he'd burn her to a crisp within seconds.

Normally he'd never possess such power even at an older age. Greed however combined with adrenaline pushed him far beyond his limits, and he stomped towards her, until they were almost face-to-face. They broke off their contest of beams at once, and with a scream she attempted to take flight, turning while she sailed skyward. He grabbed her tail and yanked her back down. She beat her wings helplessly while he dragged her to him. “Don't just stand there! All of you, help me!”

But the mares realized he was far stronger and braver than her. She'd always lived in her older sister's shadow, destined to forever be second-rate, and like him they sensed that weakness, losing all fear or even respect for her. In fact, their eyes lit up and their faces split into smiles to see him break her in! Gathered around the pair in a circle, they laid on their haunches and started to massage their cunts, messily working themselves up for the show to come. “H-help me, Celestia!”

Yet with her sister trapped in the moon any hope of mercy was denied her. Her plan to conquer Equestria had backfired and now to the victor went the spoils. She squealed when he grabbed her horn, twisting the length until it snapped, a trickle of warm blood flowing between her eyes. She wept like a little emo bitch, her plume continuing to wiggle furiously when he bent her plump moon over the throne, growing even larger still until he hulked over her. Snorts pushed out grayish-black wisps of smoke.

He yanked off her helmet and tossed it aside with a clank, her silky mane a mess when it spilled free. He seized a handful and bit into the nape of her neck, and she whinnied in submission, still wailing for her sister to save her from her foolishness. After all, how was Equestria supposed to be maintained by eternal night forever? What a waste of magic resources it would be to preserve those crops! No, she now realized the enormity of her mistake, that victory meant the entire planet would fall!

Not that anypony was around to care no matter how much she lamented her self-serving, thoughtless ambitions. He lined up his spears with her fuck tunnels, jamming them in without ceremony. She squirmed and whined when he pressed his bulk atop her. He clasped a hand around her throat, choking her and rolling her head back to face him, reminding her how utterly worthless she was for anything than dumping his batter into her foal-maker before his dominant might.

Each time he hammered into her she quaked and whined. Worse still her body betrayed her, sex fissures clenched repeatedly around him, trying to milk him for all he was worth. He roared in satisfaction, hilting as quickly and savagely into her as he could, with such brutal force he would have absolute destroyed the pussy of a weaker mare. She feared he'd prolapse both of her lower crevices when he finally released her. A claw switched between kneading a buttock and an udder, the tips poking into the fatty mounds, breaking the skin a little which dripped blood that pooled with her own sex emissions below her.

One-after-another the mares lined up to squirt upon her, and Spike dug his fingers into her snout and forced it wide open, Rarity the first to shoot stream-after-stream over her face and into her throat. She failed to close her eyes in time, blinded by marecum, while more drenched her tongue. Immediately her friends took her place in the order they'd abused Spike; Twilight's dam burst open, then AJ, followed by Fluttershy, then Dash, until Pinkie latched onto her head and face-humped her, direct shots fired into her. She sputtered and nearly drowned under an excess of release which pooled down the sides of her now stained face.

Defeated, she accepted her newfound place as his broodmare. There was nopony to save her. Nopony who cared. She was reduced to her biological functions, a living cocksleeve to entertain the dragon, much like the herd of mind-warped mares who'd be there to service him whenever she was too worn down to continue. He erupted like a volcano inside her, making her overflowing womb distend, eggs swimming in sperm that assaulted them while his milk sloshed in her and dribbled around his penises out her ruined caves.

With a final swat on her assmeat, he plopped free of her with a loud pop. What should have been her palace was now his. Greed and lust would continue to empower the drake, now reduced to a primal state, while he turned his former friends into his personal harem, like them his mind now swallowed up entirely. The pale moonlight spilled over his chiseled form while a war cry that started in his core bellowed out and shook the cool interior.

She fell limp upon her would-be throne, battered and broken. Her power bled away, and she transformed back into Luna, the mare everypony forgot and ignored. But there would be no sweet dreams for her ever again. Only eternal nightmares.

Author's Note

Just another thing I whipped up to tide readers over while working on longer projects. I used Nightmare Moon since the further I set this idea into the timeline, the more I'd have to justify why Cadance/Discord/Starlight/etc. doesn't sweep in and save the day.