Another evening and yet again Celestia found herself in that familiar hall. It was even more complete than before, de-aged to the point that it looked maybe a couple dozen years passed the point of needing a renovation.

The carpeting, while not fresh, looked clean and colourful. The fixtures were all freshly dusted, though tarnished or worn. And there were even doors that now flanked Celestia as she walked forwards. She had tried to open one, though discovered that they were all locked, with no hope of entry.

Yet, the hall was always repeating, like it was on that same endless treadmill. The fixtures never changed, even to the smallest detail. The patterns on the floor were identical down to the same tiny tears and stains. And the numbers on the doors would always return to ‘156’ after she passed ‘189’.

She of course knew the way to accelerate this plot, to get to the part she actually wanted to encounter. But she needed time to plan her upcoming engagement with the Nightmare.

One-one.

That phrase stuck with her and betrayed that this wasn’t just some mere act of predation from the Nightmare, but rather this was a game. The rules were simple, the Nightmare won a point by ending her, and she won one by surviving.

The question was, how would Celestia win? That all depended on which hole she was inserted into, as she could not rely on it simply being the mouth.

How many holes did a pony even have? Mouth, cock, vaginal, anus… nose? That last one sounded ridiculous but Celestia was prepared for anything at this point?

Her other objective this evening was to see if she could find some connection between this beast and the world of the living. If that could be established, then Celestia would be able to conquer this foe when she was in a position of power among the waking world.

And what if that foe was Luna?

Well Celestia had bested her before…

She sighed and drew in a breath.

“I grow tired of walking!” Celestia called out.

No rumble of laughter came forth.

This made Celestia cock her brow. “Nightmare Moon?”

“One second, one second,” The Nightmare frantically murmured. “We’re just quickly getting something together, really quick. Hold your horses.”

Celestia looked around and then down at her body, deciding to wrap her forelegs around herself.

“And just about…” The Nightmare grunted loudly before letting out a sigh of relief. “Done!”

“What were you working on?” Celestia asked, letting go of herself and walking forwards again.

Like with her previous evenings, she entered into a familiar chamber. Though one which differed slightly from its previous form. The moon was already high in the sky, illuminating a room that was now fit for a duchess. Not quite regal enough for the imperial title Nightmare Moon claimed to hold but getting dangerously close to that point.

She’s just trying to distract you.

Nightmare Moon laid on her side, smirking playfully as she pawed at the ground. Surprisingly, she seemed smaller this evening. Still impressive in stature but now only two or three times larger than Celestia herself.

“How are you doing this evening?” the Nightmare asked, a teasing edge to her voice.

Celestia frowned. “Confused and disgruntled to be completely honest. I am beginning to grow quite bored of these games, demon.”

“You’re not having fun?” the Nightmare asked, pursing her lips. “We’ve thought that these games have been most interesting. At least, in our opinion.”

Celestia snorted. “Well no offense but my idea of fun doesn’t involve me being turned into cum and splattered all over your royal belly.”

“You’re just a poor sport because you lost,” The Nightmare teased.

“Whatever,” Celestia sighed. “So, what do you have in store for us tonight?”

The Nightmare hummed and sat up, sitting on her haunches as she spread her hindlegs.

Celestia cocked a brow. “So, can you just change that at will?”

The Nightmare simply nodded as a response.

Tonight, she had a glistening marehood with her previous erection gone in favour of a pair of puffy and aroused lips. Their bright pink was such a shocking contrast to her otherwise darkened coat. She grinned as she reached down with a hoof, stroking them in a series of little circular motions.

“Like We told you last night,” The Nightmare said, her voice husky as a deep growl of a moan bubbled forth. “Dreams are incredibly flexible and we can do whatever We deem necessary.”

The Nightmare’s horn glowed and Celestia felt magical tendrils coil around her, seizing her gently. Even if the Nightmare’s stature was diminished, her magical reserves were not. They bore down upon Celestia, lifting her off of the ground and bringing her over.

“Are you seriously going to shove me up there?” Celestia asked, growling as she was levitated right in front of the Nightmare’s mouth. “Let me tell you, I have given birth numerous times and the sensation is not at all pleasant.”

The Nightmare smirked and leaned closer, dragging her fat tongue slowly up Celestia’s cheek, causing her to wince. “We don’t believe that will be a concern. If these dreams have proven anything it’s that you can’t really expect the rules of the waking world to apply.”

She dragged Celestia down her body, moving her along her slender belly and towards her teats. They already seemed a little swollen, as if the Nightmare was pregnant. Was this foreshadowing or would Celestia have company for this evening’s affairs.

“Are you Luna?” Celestia asked, seeing if she could get the Nightmare to admit anything.

The Nightmare snorted. “Perhaps We are, perhaps We’re not. Do you honestly think We’d rat out Our connection to the waking world so easily?”

So, there was a connection to the waking world then. It wasn’t much but it was something to work with.

Celestia squirmed as she was brought before the Nightmare’s pussy, the demon removing her hoof and lifting it in front of her captive’s snout.

“We think you should have a taste,” the Nightmare murmured.

“Do I have a choice?” Celestia asked.

The Nightmare smirked, saying nothing more.

Celestia sighed and did as instructed, licking the glistening hoof. Her cheeks burned with indignation as she did so, realizing how truly pathetic she must’ve looked.

As the taste touched her tongue, she felt a certain electric tingle run up her spine. She was wary of this sensation, remembering how a similar one had betrayed her last night. The Nightmare was playing dirty, using pheromones and addiction to further her nefarious goals.

Celestia couldn’t help but feel a warming within her nethers, a heat which creeped through her body, feeding that treacherous little voice within the back of her mind. The one which had spelled her doom last night.

“Well?” the Nightmare asked.

Celestia growled, causing her foe to sigh.

“In that case, a further sampling will probably be required,” the Nightmare said.

She immediately crammed Celestia’s muzzle into her snatch, forcing the tip of it between her folds.

Celestia gasped for breath, dooming herself as all she could taste and smell was the intoxicating essence of her nemesis’ sex. In an instant, she parted her lips and began to hungrily lick at the Nightmare’s walls, lapping away like some kind of animal. She licked with fury and passion, driven on by an animalistic and feral lust that was dangerously similar to what she felt last night.

Yet, even as she tried to dissuade herself, tried to listen to her rational brain, she found that the addiction and high were a nasty foe to try and overcome. She panted for breath, driving her tongue and snout ever deeper.

Clearly, the Nightmare was also enjoying this, moaning from her perch, lording over Celestia like some kind of conquering queen.

Celestia blushed as she saw the Nightmare’s toothy grin, knowing that her submission was contributing to this sense of superiority. Still, she lapped and licked, suckled and kissed, always giving the Nightmare the pleasure she desired, constantly driving her onwards. She was playing right into her foe’s hooves, doing exactly what she wanted.

“Maybe if you’re good and get Us off, We might show you a little bit of mercy this evening,” the Nightmare teased.

Celestia perked up at this, wanting so desperately to believe her. And just like that, the logical nucleus in the back of her mind fizzled out, conceding ground to the miasma of illogical thoughts that the Nightmare was implanting within her. These thoughts were so shrouded in lust and pleasure that no one could hope to stand against them.

She drew away from the Nightmare’s folds and her foe took in a worried breath. However, this turned into a sharp and very pronounced moan as Celestia leaned forwards again and wrapped her lips around the Nightmare’s clit, suckling upon it gently. Her tongue probed at it, assaulting it from every angle and circling it swiftly, not letting up as she brought her foe every closer to climax.

The Nightmare’s back arched and her eyes grew half-lidded. She gritted her teeth and a feeble gasp oozed forth as Celestia attacked her with such unrelenting vigour.

After a few seconds of this, Celestia returned to her predator’s cunt, cramming her muzzle deep into it and lapping away with such intensity. Her tongue lashed out, probing and prodding, experimenting to find out what spots seemed to draw forth the most emboldened level of pleasure. As she found these, she formed a pattern of sorts, moving between them swiftly so that the Nightmare’s pleasure only deepened.

And as the Nightmare felt more pleasure, so did Celestia, her own cunt growing inflamed and hot. She whined and attempted to reach back with a hoof. Though when she couldn’t reach, her predator offered assistance, using her own magic to stroke and prod at Celestia’s swollen lips.

Celestia moaned into the Nightmare’s cunt, panting for breath as she was assaulted with vigour. The magic filled her utterly, much like it did during her voyage through the stomach. Yet, unlike that journey, she was now addled with pheromones, intoxicated and oh so willing to concede to the Nightmare’s unrelenting influence.

She could feel herself being rapidly pushed towards the point of her own bliss, channeling her carnal pleasure into the Nightmare’s own. They worked in tandem with one increasing their own intensity in response to their foe’s decision to do the same.

The Nightmare sung loudly, her pleasure filling the room. Her hips bucked forwards, grinding against Celestia’s muzzle and attempting to get every inch of penetration she could possibly muster. By this point, Celestia’s entire muzzle was crammed into the Nightmare’s snatch, buried deep into this intoxicating flower. Her mind was addled, left in such a state by the pheromones that soaked her muzzle and juices that drained along her thighs.

She was so close, dancing right on the precipice of pleasure. Her crotch was inflamed, just begging for the sweet release of climax.

What would happen to her if she allowed herself to cum, what type of nefarious things would the Nightmare do to her? Would she be absorbed, compressed, squished, digested? What fate would an orgasm lead to?

She wasn’t given time to contemplate this as she felt the Nightmare deliver one final potent thrust. In that moment, she was tipped over the edge, plunging into the sweet embrace of pleasure. She felt her body shudder violently, her joints tensing and an electric current running through every single one of her muscles.

Celestia cried out, her voice muffled by the tight embrace of the Nightmare’s cunt. An embrace which soon became even tighter as her foe joined her in this bliss. She felt the Nightmare’s juices gush forth, splashing against her snout and filling both her mouth and nose with her predator’s rich essence.

She jerked back sharply and hacked, coughing up the generous dosage of marejuice that had likely just filled her lungs.

“Fuck,” Celestia wheezed, struggling for breath.

As she wolfed down air, she closed her eyes tight, feeling some degree of clarity return to her addled mind. She was happy, impressed that she had managed to edge out an orgasm with seemingly no repercussions other than nearly drowning in her foe’s juices.

The Nightmare chuckled. “Language, Celestia.”

Celestia waved her off. “You’re not the one who nearly drowned.”

“Fair, fair, fair.” The Nightmare sighed. “It's a shame that all our evenings together could not be this agreeable.”

Celestia smiled. “Does that mean that you’re now content and willing to spare me from something utterly humiliating?”

The Nightmare cocked a brow. “What? No of course not. Celestia why would We go through all the trouble of bringing you here if We didn’t intend to cram you into Our womb.”

And just like that, the Nightmare’s magic returned, flittering forth and coiling tightly around Celestia’s midsection. A grim chuckle oozed forth from her opponent as she once again poked at Celestia’s horn, making it disappear.

“Coward,” Celestia hissed. “My second foal was a unicorn.”

The Nightmare ignored her, instead pressing Celestia’s face back against her snatch, dragging it between her folds. She covered her cheeks in a thick layer of perverse fluids, absolutely drenching her complexion in the intoxicating juices.

After a few seconds of this, she was properly lubricated. Then with a grunt, the Nightmare pressed Celestia forwards, parting her swollen lips with her snout. Only this time, the snout was apparently not enough as Celestia’s entire face was crammed between those surprisingly flexible lips.

Her world instantly darkened, her only company the moist walls of her foe’s snatch. Inch by inch, she was pressed forwards, following a very familiar regime. It wasn’t long before her forelegs and torso joined her within, her body becoming some kind of organic dildo.

“This feels weird,” the Nightmare murmured.

Celestia barked out a single note of laughter. “You think this feels weird from your perspective?”

The Nightmare snorted. “Fair.”

As Celestia’s stomach slipped into the Nightmare’s snatch, the penetration slowed, coming to a stop with her hindlegs still outside. She kicked them desperately though the magic soon returned, holding her steady.

Instead of pressing her deeper, the Nightmare drew her body back about half a metre before pumping her forwards again. She did this over and over, obviously sharing in Celestia’s mindset that she had become some kind of penetration toy.

Celestia gritted her teeth and went limp, succumbing to her foe’s treatment. Her world was cramped, warm, and suffocating, not at all aided by how disoriented she felt being treated in such a brutish and humiliating fashion.

Faster and faster the Nightmare thrusted, plunging Celestia a little deeper with each cycle. This left Celestia even more disoriented as her world became a constant darkened blur, her mind reeling as her brain was jostled about with little care or reservation.

Once again, the Nightmare’s juices began to flow, further coating Celestia’s fur and making her progress much smoother than before.

Celestia could hear the Nightmare moan. It was this deep brutish rumble that seemed to crawl down from her lungs, trickling through her bones and muscles. She tried to scream, to voice her displeasure but her own note of resistance was muffled and faint, weakened due to how cramped and oppressive her surroundings were.

Finally, the Nightmare pressed all of Celestia into her snatch, cramming her forcefully inside and sending her rushing forwards. Her head poked into a new abode, and was soon followed by her torso, belly, and hindlegs.

This new locale, in the Nightmare’s womb, was far more cramped than any of her previous destinations. The walls seemed to cradle her from every angle, pressing down and forcing her to curl into an aptly named fetal position.

In a heartbeat, she was brought back to a realm she had not inhabited for thousands of years. She closed her eyes, almost feeling tired as she heard the Nightmare’s body around her. She could hear the thump of her heart, the constant rhythm, a soothing and calming companion.

She couldn’t help but yawn, smacking her lips together.

As promised, her horn did return, the tip mere centimetres away from pricking into the Nightmare’s internal lining. She sparkled it and looked around, distressed to see that she was floating in some kind of fluid. Yet, even though she was totally submerged she could still somehow breath.

What the…

She looked down and noticed a fat fleshy cord connecting her to something beyond her line of sight. This sent a chill up her spine as it dawned on her what was happening.

Celestia sighed, sending bubbles through the thick fluid she rested in. With each passing second, she felt her age bleeding away, the eons and centuries fading to a much simpler time. It felt rejuvenating in a way, calming.

How was this even possible?

The answer was obvious, as the Nightmare had provided it many times before.

This was a dream and the rules that Celestia had been raised upon no longer applied. She could be eaten, turned into cum, de-aged within the womb of her nemesis. The universe was vast and the number of different endings that were possible could easily fill a million night’s worth of dreams.

She fidgeted slightly, kicking out with a hoof and accidently hitting the Nightmare’s lining. It was alarming to see how slender and youthful her leg looked. Her majestic white hide was now replaced with the soft pink that she had borne for the first few centuries of her life.

The Nightmare grunted as the kick connected and placed a hoof upon her belly, rubbing it.

“There, there, Celestia,” she whispered. “There is no need to be upset, your Mother is here to take care of you.”

Celestia gritted her teeth, hating how cocky and arrogant the Nightmare’s voice sounded within her mind. She wanted to lash out at that moment, to rebel and upset her host’s evening.

Then why didn’t she?

She’d been a mother before, she knew the burdens of pregnancy and how much having a foal could suck. She’d had morning sickness and upset stomachs. She’d had unruly foals that kicked around inside of her. She’d experienced it all across several generations of parenthood.

A smile graced her lips as her plan took shape. If the Nightmare wanted to enjoy motherhood, if she wanted to be pregnant with Celestia, then she would get the privilege of enjoying the full unsanitized experience.

Celestia began to squirm and fidget, fighting against the womb that surrounded her. By now, her legs had grown even thinner and feebler, drawing closer and closer to the realm of infancy. She didn’t have much time left. She needed to make her move now if she wanted to voice her displeasure.

She battered the lining of the womb, drawing forth a grunt of dismay from the Nightmare who attempted to stroke away, soothing the unruly not quite foal that occupied her bloated belly.

“Now, Celestia,” the Nightmare grumbled. “That isn’t a proper way to act. Aren’t you going to be a good sport?”

Celestia laughed but all that did was send a stream of bubbles upwards.

Instead of calming, she renewed her vigour, putting up quite the fight against the lining that surrounded her. This earned her a few more notes of displeasure from the Nightmare, who continued her soothing motions with increasing speed.

This wasn’t working, she needed something more.

What else did fetuses do to abuse their mothers?

An idea formed in Celestia’s mind as she remembered an especially bad morning from eons ago.

She looked around in the darkness, surprised that her light had given out without her noticing. Had she really reached a point where spellcasting was no longer a possibility?

Celestia tried to get her bearings straight, though her world was frazzled and confused. She really had no idea which way was up or down within this prison of hers.

Her ears perked up, trying to sense the beating of the Nightmare’s heart. The potent pulse seemed omnipresent, bearing down upon her from every direction, whispering to her in a comforting voice to fall asleep and succumb to the Nightmare. Yet, as Celestia really focused upon it, she could sense that it was strongest from directly above her.

At the very least, she now knew up and down.

Celestia kicked out with her hindlegs, attempting to buck backwards at a certain organ. The first few attempts failed, due to the darkness, but on the fifth attempt, she connected.

The Nightmare hissed, a noise that Celestia felt oddly sympathetic for. Though such things didn’t stop her rebellion as her hindlegs connected again and again. Each time she applied an uncomfortable amount of pressure to the Nightmare’s bladder.

“Stop that,” the Nightmare growled.

Celestia did no such thing, kicking again and again and again...

She heard the Nightmare whimper. “We need to pee.”

Again, and again…

“Stop that, stop that, stop…”

And again.

The Nightmare screamed in frustration. “You foolish brat! Do you have any idea how annoying that sensation is?”

Celestia smirked, knowing perfectly well as she continued to kick away. She soon realized that she had established a reliable and predictable pattern, so she decided to switch things up, kicking out at random and not allowing the Nightmare to settle or grow complacent to her rhythm.

She could feel her foe’s anger starting to bubble forth, her annoyance multiplying. Yet there was nothing she could possibly do with Celestia inside of her.

Celestia stopped kicking for a moment, earning a sigh of relief from the Nightmare. Though, just as that note faded, she kicked out again, snickering as she did so.

“That’s it!” the Nightmare roared, her magic coiling around Celestia like a firm vice.

She tugged sharply, practically ripping Celestia right out of her womb, though her vagina, and back into the cool air of the castle.

Celestia bore a shit-eating grin as she faced her furious nemesis.

“Hey, Nightmare Moon…” she teased, blushing as she realized that her voice cracked like a teenager.

Was that really how close she’d gotten to the end?

“What?” The Nightmare huffed, practically hissing.

Celestia grinned from ear to ear. “The score is two-one.”

Celestia awoke prematurely. Though for the first night in awhile, she did not jerk awake from her slumber and scream.

What had she learned from her most recent dream?

Well mainly, that there was a real-world connection she had to focus on, though one that would not be easy to identify. Besides that? Well besides that, the only other fact she learned was that the Nightmare had a really sensitive bladder.

Celestia shuffled out of bed, doing her best not to wake Sirius who was still fast asleep, snoring softly.

Once free, she started on her new routine by heading for the royal kitchen.

“Good evening, Luna,” she said as she stepped inside, only to pause as she realized that her sister was not there.

Weird.

She got herself her traditional glass of milk, warming it with a quick charm that did the job well enough.

When Luna still failed to show up, Celestia shrugged, making her way back into the hall.

As she entered it, the door to a nearby bathroom opened and Luna came out.

Her sister looked over and paused. “Good evening, Celestia.”

“Luna.”

“Trouble sleeping?” Luna asked.

Celestia nodded, wiggling her glass of milk. “Just a few nights of disturbed sleep.” She smirked. “I’m surprised I didn’t see you in the kitchen.”

Luna smirked. “A few too many cups of coffee I’m afraid.”

“Is that so?” Celestia asked, cocking a brow. “Well, the best of luck with your evening then. Hopefully it isn’t too jittery.”

“Hopefully not,” Luna said before nodding towards her. “And best of luck with yours.”

They parted ways at that, though before Celestia returned to her room she paused and looked over her shoulder.

“Oh, and Luna…” she called out.

Her sister’s ears perked up as she came to a stop. “Yes?”

Celestia bit her lip, wondering if she was crazy for trying this.

“The score is two-one,” she said.

She waited to see if Luna would respond.

However, her sister merely offered a tight smile and walked away.

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