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                   Dream a Little Dream                    
                      -by hemoptysis-                      
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                  Scream a Little Scream                   
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Author's Note
My part of a sort of fic challenge my co-author and I challenged each other to. She'll be handling a Daybreaker/Twilight fic so look out for that!
Scream a Little Scream
Rarity kept her head down, sprinting like mad through the abandoned halls of Canterlot castle. She rounded a corner, hooves clattering against the dust-covered stone as she struggled to maintain her balance. A spell bolt impacted with the wall behind her. She flinched as she was peppered by dirt and debris.
“DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE YOU CAN ESCAPE ME?”
She turned her head and focused on a pillar to her left. She reached out with her magic and strained, pulling it down with a cacophonous crash. That should slow her pursuer down slightly. She just needed to get to the end of this hall where an escape portal waited for her. She didn’t have much time, just a few more-
The roar of powerful magic filled her ears and almost blinded her completely as a beam of pure energy filled the hall. It clipped her right shoulder, sending her tumbling to the ground. She cast her weakened gaze forward and saw that her escape route had been vaporized entirely. The sorrow at her failure hadn’t even started to descend when she felt a hoof press against her withers. She screwed her eyes shut as she felt hot breath against her ear.
“You lost, little pony.”
Rarity felt the hoof lift from her back only to yelp in surprise as moments later magic gripped her and slammed her onto her back. Nightmare Moon was there, pacing around her. She could see her horn glowing. What did she intend to do now? Rarity had heard stories of what she did to dissidents… That’s right, the others! With her magic still free to use her horn blinked as the memories of her friends and fellow collaborators were scrubbed from her mind.
“Tell me, Rarity. Did you work alone?”
“Yes, of course. Do you really think I’d trust anypony in a place like this?” Rarity watched as Nightmare slipped a dagger half the size of her foreleg out of a sheath that sat just above her stifle. The iron glinted in the waning moonlight and served as a nice reminder as to exactly how much danger she was in.
“Why. Why did you come here? Why would you throw away everything I’ve ever given you?” The knife stopped spinning. “ANSWER ME!”
“I… I wanted to find the Elements of Harmony. I wanted to defeat you.”
“Haha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
The knife was against her now, bringing her that much closer to the veil of death. Nightmare Moon loomed over Rarity, fangs bared and nostrils flared. She could feel the cold press of steel at her throat. Even were it not for the threat of a dagger through her trachea, Rarity knew her life was in Nightmare’s hooves entirely. It was foolish of her to get caught snooping around the abandoned Canterlot Castle. Did she really expect to find the Elements here?
Her mind was brought back to more pressing matters as the knife bit into alabaster flesh, a small trickle of blood starting to run down her chest. Her hind leg twitched in response. Incredible the things the body feels, even in situations like this. The Empress of the Night growled at her absent-mindedness.
“Tell me, Rarity, where the Elements are.”
Rarity fixed her gaze on Nightmare’s slit pupils. “I already told you, Your Highness, I don’t know! I didn’t find anything!”
“DO NOT LIE TO ME!”
Rarity winced in pain as the armored hoof pinning her to the ground threatened to crush her shoulder. If Rarity had thought that Nightmare would go easy on one of her most trusted advisors she was dead wrong. Or soon-to-be dead wrong really. “I’m not lying, I promise. It’s just… That purple alicorn. I got my hopes up. If the Elements were ever here it’s clear they’re not anymore.”
“Hmph. There was a point where I might’ve said I trusted you Rarity. If you had stayed your course, remained faithful to Me, you could have gone places. Now… Now you’re forcing my hoof.”
“What- What do you mean?”
Nightmare Moon looked at her with a mixture of disdain and glee on her face. An odd combination, certainly, but a fitting one for the powerful alicorn. “Oh, you see… Typically I wouldn’t even both with this sort of thing. Anypony else I would’ve gutted like a fish and left to rot. You? You are special. Special or not, however, you will need to be punished for your insolence.”
Rarity’s breath trembled as she felt the dagger trace a path from the nape of her neck down her barrel. Her skin burned as blood trickled out of the thin cut. The cut stopped just below her ribcage before slowly trailing back up to her throat. It lifted from her skin for a moment before settling on the same shoulder damaged by the magic beam. She winced in pain as it cut deep into her tender flesh.
“So this is your plan? Slice me to ribbons?”
“Hah! Don’t be so foolish. You don’t die until I want you to. As for tonight, well… I shall make you crave that death by the end of it.”
Rarity hardly registered as the knife returned once more to her throat and carved a diagonal line, connecting the top of the first cut with the bottom of the second. Her mind drifted idly to thoughts of pleasure, of sinking into silken sheets as that same knife traced her Empress’ name in her flesh.
“Do you grow bored of these games, pony? Good. I tire as well.”
Rarity didn’t expected a knife in her throat. The steel was like fire, blazing a path through her trachea. She choked on her own blood, unable to speak through the panic and pain. Just as quickly as the knife punctured her did it retract, leaving her to desperately clutch the wound that was now pouring blood. Then, as if nothing had ever happened, she felt the wound close as a pulse of magic washed over her. She vomited the excess blood out moments later.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW? YOU LIVE AND DIE BY MY COMMAND.”
It was all Rarity could do to nod weakly before she was tugged onto unsteady hooves by her captor. Magic surrounded them for a moment and then they were gone. The royal hall was familiar but… strangely empty. There would usually be guards posted every thirty paces. Nightmare Moon liked having an audience.
Before she could ask why they were here she felt Nightmare Moon’s horn touch her own, sending jolts of magic through her body. What… What was she doing?
“Whatever I want,” was the response from the voice inside her head.
Her brain felt cramped as two individual minds wrestled for control over one body.
The real Nightmare spoke this time. “You have no idea how lucky you are, do you? Typically I cast this spell to render my enemies simpering animals, to be killed for sport. Instead I intend only to humiliate you.” She paused as she turned her head to one of the many doors lining the long hall. “RAINBOW DASH!”
“Your Highness.” Rainbow Dash bowed deeply and stood a healthy distance from the two of them. Rarity couldn’t imagine how she looked right now.
“Come here. Apply that skilled tongue of yours to your marefriend.”
Rainbow Dash hesitated for the briefest of instants before stepping forward. She kneeled on the step just below where Rarity’s unresponsive body sat and gave her a Look. It was a look that asked so many questions, chief among them ‘are you okay’. Rarity nodded in response before sucking in a breath as Rainbow’s tongue made contact.
This certainly wasn’t the first time she had felt Rainbow explore her marehood, but it lacked the tenderness of their typical meetings. Here, with Nightmare Moon watching her from within and without, it felt like… work. Rainbow Dash had always been meticulous, insisting on bringing her to orgasm thrice over before even accepting anything in return, but now it felt like she was carrying out a patrol drill.
It was hard to deny the feeling of pleasure, however. Free from her usual romanticism or not, Rainbow was still an expert in what she was doing. Rarity knew for certain that Nightmare Moon would never let her even come close to climax, but she didn’t expect her response to be so… harsh.
“Rarity. Piss on your marefriend.”
Rarity bit her lip and struggled against her rebellious bladder. There was a look of crazed desperation on her face that mirrored that of her lover’s. She mouthed out ‘I’m sorry’ as she finally lost control, a cascade of warm yellow liquid pouring out and onto the muzzle of the mare beneath her. She whimpered, failing to hold back the tears welling in her eyes. Sobs wracked her chest for a moment before Nightmare Moon cut through her ability to cry. Instead she was forced to watch with sorrow building up inside her as she emptied her bladder on Rainbow.
To her credit, Rainbow seemed to be able to derive some small pleasure from the soaking she had just received. Her expression was stony overall but her eyebrows and the position of her ears said something along the lines of ‘don’t worry, you’ll just owe me later’. Rainbow Dash stepped back and Rarity saw now the way it had run down her chest, coating the fur from her muzzle all the way down. She looked as stunning as always.
“You may go, Captain. Do not shower until I tell you to.” Nightmare Moon turned her attention back to Rarity, a sick smile on her face. “I hope you’ve been coming to better understand the ways in which I own you, Rarity. I am more than your Empress. I am your Everything, do you understand me?”
“Y-yes, your Highness. I think I understand perfectly well.”
“Good, good… Now then, how about we consummate our union, hmm? Make your way to my throne.”
Rarity didn’t need to be told as her body moved on its own, climbing the red velvet stairs to the imposing seat of Empress Nightmare Moon, Ruler of All of Equestria. She laid on her back, hind legs spread-eagle to face her Empress. As Nightmare Moon approached she thought she saw a hint of tenderness in those eyes, snuffed out a moment later as a wicked smile spread across her face. Rarity felt Nightmare’s presence withdraw from her mind, leaving her alone in her thoughts yet again. A novel concept at this point.
“I’ve spent so much time watching you dream, little one. I know so much about you. The way you call my name in your sleep, the way you watch me as I move… It has been so long since I’ve taken myself a mare. You shall be my one, my only. How does this make you feel?”
It made Rarity feel good. To be wanted, to be desired, even by a creature as wicked as Nightmare Moon. If she had truly seen her deepest desires then that means…
“You needn’t worry, of course. You shall still be my court tailor. Nopony knows the curves of my body as well as you. Some nights, however, you’ll receive an invitation to sit by my throne resplendent in your royal collar. This excites you?”
Rarity felt heat pool in her groin at the mere thought of it. Nightmare really did know what she wanted. “Yes, my Empress. I’ve… long thought about being your pet. Since the first night you gave me my hairpin I’ve longed for your touch.”
“Oh? Are our sessions in the fitting rooms not enough?”
“No! They could never be enough. To be held, cradled in your forelegs as you take me completely… To well and truly know every inch of you. Only that would be enough.”
“What of Rainbow Dash? I know how much you love her.”
“I… If you will allow it, I would like to keep the love in my heart for Rainbow burning. I care for her deeply.”
“Of course my dear. I felt it in your head. It is why I chose you to be Mine, after all. No other mare I’ve met had enough love in their heart for somepony like me. Enough talk, my pet. I want you now.”
Rarity gasped as fangs closed around her tender throat. Her heart skipped as she remembered the flash of steel only an hour or two prior. Nightmare seemed to remember this too as her tongue lapped at where the wound would’ve been. Her grip tightened, blood beginning to flow from punctures in her neck as Nightmare Moon drew herself closer. Rarity felt something firm and warm press against her groin before settling on her stomach.
Nightmare maintained the vice grip on Rarity’s throat as she began to rock her hips. It stung, feeling Nightmare’s girth grinding against the still-healing cuts that lined her underside. She put that off to the side for now and instead opted to focus on her breathing. In, out. In, out. She found a rhythm alongside Nightmare Moon’s languid strokes.
Her stomach and chest were slick with precum when Nightmare pulled away, finally relinquishing her throat. She gasped out a few breaths before settling back down. She took the opportunity to appreciate the figure that occupied most of her vision. Nightmare Moon was… resplendent. She had oft reflected on how good that deep, deep blue would look contrasting against her near-white coat. Seeing it now with Nightmare’s cock hanging above her was enough to take her breath away.
It turned out she would need every breath in her body as Nightmare pressed the broad head of her cock against her marehood. She hissed as she was penetrated, her walls stretching to accommodate her Empress’ thickness. Rarity closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensations around her. She smelled… interesting. The cloying perfume Nightmare Moon seemed to bathe in lent a sickening sweetness to the raw earthiness of the blood, sweat, and piss that clung to her coat.
She maintained her careful breathing as Nightmare pushed deeper and deeper inside her, letting out a sharp cry as the medial ring slipped inside her.
"Too big for you, pet?"
"N-no, my Empress. I just… Not even the toys I own match you."
"Of course not. Nothing can."
To drive her point in Nightmare thrust her hips forward, burying her cock as deep inside Rarity as it could go. She was nearly lifted off her rump by the force and sweet Moon in the sky she had never been so full in her life.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Nightmare regained her steady pace. It was impossible to focus on anything but Her as she pulled back, slipping the medial ring out before pushing back in. Out. In. Out. In. Rarity had felt pleasure before but nothing could ever compare to this. That's what she thought at least until her Empress touched their horns together yet again, sending another jolt of magic down her spine. This time it pooled in her groin and with the next thrust she nearly came apart.
"What have you - AH!" Words failed her as she came hard, battered walls squeezing desperately against the thick rod inside her.
"A simple spell I use in my torture sessions given a new life. I merely heightened your ability to feel pleasure. Enjoying yourself?"
Rarity couldn't speak. It took all her focus, every drop of strength left in her bloodied and bruised body not to choke on her own spit. Nightmare Moon was moving with a degree of speed now, each stroke bringing with it more white-hot pleasure. Her whole body ached but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered to her now was the incessant pounding of her Empress against her.
She had lost track of her orgasms at some point, her mind melting into a thoughtless haze of pain and pleasure as Nightmare crashed against her again and again. Her Nightmare's breathing was ragged and shallow. Gone were the pleasantries, the 'pets' and petty insults. She had shed all decorum at this point. In its place was an insatiable need to control, to dominate, to subjugate entirely.
As her vocalizations turned increasingly guttural in their nature, Rarity wondered what would happen when her Nightmare came. Surely she would pull out, coating her in cum for the sake of parading her around the palace. Her eyes widened as Nightmare hilted her for the last time that night, the shock of her stopped movement only highlighting the hot thick pumps of royal seed that were now spilling into her womb. She screamed in ecstasy as Nightmare Moon filled her completely. Her stomach swelled slightly at the pressure and she was amazed she hadn't split at the seams.
Her mind quieted after a minute or so, the roar of blood in her ears settling down to a low hum. She came again, a weak, ineffectual spasming as Nightmare pulled out. She whimpered at the loss of fullness as a steady stream of cum trickled out of her aching marehood. She brightened up as she felt a hoof touch her bloodied stomach with an uncharacteristic tenderness.
"There we are… Imagine how beautiful, how full of life our foals will be. You shall be the perfect broodmare. With you by my side my lineage shall never falter, ruling Equestria for generations to come." Rarity smiled the first genuine smile in a week as her Empress placed a kiss right below her horn. "Never forget you're mine, little pony."
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The morning came. Sunlight streamed in through the windows of the second floor of Carousel Boutique. Rarity was slow to rise, slower even than her bedfellow. She opened her eyes and faced the living moon, the shepherd of the night. Luna had a devilish smile on her face, as if she was privy to some exquisite secret. Rarity figured it was a secret of sorts.
“Sleep well?”
“Mmm. Something along those lines. Thank you for visiting me last night. It didn’t bother you, did it?”
“Hmm? Oh no, not at all. I rather enjoyed it actually. Being able to explore that part of myself with you, even if it’s just a dream… It’s a blessing really.”
Rarity idly ran a hoof between her legs. She was still soaking wet. She must’ve really enjoyed herself. “You know dear… There’s a mess I could use your help with cleaning up.” It was her turn to smile now. She knew Luna couldn’t say no, and to tell the truth, she would so like to feel the real thing.
“Is there now? Well far be it from me to leave any mess unattended. I’ll be right there…” Luna’s head disappeared beneath the covers and found its way to exactly where Rarity needed it.