Another evening and another endless corridor. Following the narrative of the previous nights, it looked even more spectacular than before.

Celestia now roamed a proper palace, complete in every way with the exception of guards, staff, and other living creatures. It was stunning, beautiful, high-class, with many trinkets and baubles displaying the Nightmare’s wealth and grandeur.

The carpeting was now fresh, a vibrant gold and red. The fixtures were now made of silver, polished to a shine that seemed to glow in the candlelit environment. The doors were all pristine and given a darkened finish. And as Celestia attempted to open one, she found success. Though the room on the other side was pitch black and any attempt at illumination only offered a blurry void.

Whatever endgame the Nightmare was leading up to was obviously nearing its conclusion, the Empress’ domain almost complete.

For sure, there were still flaws, still errors, still little mistakes that betrayed that the polish was only surface level. But at the same time, it wouldn’t be long before the Nightmare’s palace was brought in line with her own.

And when that happened, what would the Nightmare do?

Celestia didn’t know and she refused to spare any time lamenting it.

Once more, her mind ran its course, attempting to draft a game plan for tonight’s festivities. The score was in her favour, though the Nightmare was a dangerous foe. The question was, which hole would she be pushed into tonight. Which orifice would become her home? Would the Nightmare continue to innovate or would she try repeating something?

This of course brought the most pressing question to the forefront of Celesita’s mind. Was Luna involved? Her performance last night seemed to betray this; her coy smile, her failure to respond to Celestia’s comment.

But even with this damning evidence, there was still the problem of trying to establish a motive. Was this a legitimate attack upon her, a coy game, something akin to karmic retribution?

Was Luna working alone or was someone else influencing her? There were so many questions and Celestia wasn’t going to answer any of them by merely sitting on her hooves and waiting. No, she needed to return to the world of the waking and confront her sister.

But in order to do that, she first needed to partake in this evening’s trial.

“Nightmare Moon!” Celestia called out.

The Nightmare sighed. “It’s about time that you demanded a summon, We were wondering how long you were going to tire yourself out.”

Celestia snorted and shook her head, saying nothing more as she stormed into the throne room.

Like last night, the Nightmare’s chamber was already well lit. Though this time by candlelit fixtures, as the room finally had a roof, keeping the outside nightmare at bay.

Like everything else about this palace, the throne room was opulent and nearing completion, with much wealth and prestige on display. This was truly a domain fit for a ruler, though still humbled by Celestia’s own.

The Princess sighed and did her best to ignore it, instead looking towards Nightmare Moon.

The beast had her eyes closed, looking quite lazy from her position lording over her incoming guest. She had returned to her usual monstrous size, now towering over Celestia like an adult dragon.

Celestia loudly cleared her throat. “Well?”

The Nightmare smirked. “It’s nice to see you again, Celestia. We have taken the liberty of sprucing up Our abode for such a royal visit.”

The way she said royal betrayed that she did not find any respect in the word. Not one bit.

“So, what do you have planned for me tonight?” Celestia asked, holding her head up high and stepping towards her foe.

The Nightmare smirked. “Same old, same old… We’ll probably monologue for a little while, lord Our superiority over you, and then shove you into one of Our many holes. Maybe you’ll even get a chance to ask some questions. Who really knows? We mostly play these encounters by ear.”

Celestia nodded and looked around the room, seeing if there was anything of value. She spotted a ceremonial blade and attempted to levitate it over. Though as her magic grasped it and lifted it, the bronze immediately turned to dust, drifting away and reforming into a proper blade back upon its pedestal.

“We’re afraid…” the Nightmare began.

Celestia sighed, cutting her off “That this is a dream and the rules of the waking world don’t apply.”

“There you go, We knew you’d understand eventually.”

The demon finally opened her eyes, looking down upon Celestia with nothing but unadulterated smugness.

“So here is the thousand-year question. What shall We do with you tonight?” the Nightmare asked, her voice husky and corrupted with nothing but ill intentions.

Her magic coiled around Celestia, not squeezing her or even attempting to lift her off of the ground. It was merely there to show that the Nightmare could do these things. This was merely a display of force, something to show Celestia that she was nothing but a toy, no more important than any of those meagre trinkets that littered the room.

The Nightmare’s magic was not idle, however, as it poked and prodded at Celestia’s flesh.

Her foe made no reservations about applying pressure, about applying warmth to the most sensitive parts of her anatomy. Tendrils of pleasure pressed between her haunches, parting Celestia’s lips and plunging deep into her folds.

Celestia moaned, feeling her cheeks burn with humiliation. She tried to look up at the Nightmare and scold her, but her gaze flinched away as she noticed her foe leering at her as if she were some common trollop being debased for her amusement. Which, to be fair, was exactly what she was at that moment.

“We could degrade you utterly, if We desired,” the Nightmare said. “We could create an army of dreamlike constructions to fuck you like a whore. We could torture and tease you for the entire night. We could do whatever We desired with you, Celestia.”

Celestia grunted. “B-but you won’t. You already have something else in mind.”

The Nightmare chuckled. “No, you’re right, that would go against the grain of our last few encounters. It only feels natural that we press you into Our body and use you like the world’s most majestic dildo. Though the question is… which hole?” She hummed loudly, appraising her options. “Vagina, cock, mouth, all of those were fun but already done. I guess that really only leaves Us with one option.”

Celestia growled. “You filthy beast. You wouldn’t dare…”

“We wouldn’t finish that sentence without some wood to knock on, Celestia.” The Nightmare grinned. “Both of us know what We are capable of.”

“Sadist,” Celestia hissed.

“Now, now, that is hardly a fitting label.” The Nightmare plunged her magic back into Celestia, drawing forth such a wonderful note of pleasure. “We have never done anything sadistic to you. Have We once hurt you or caused you pain?”

Celestia closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on a rebuttal, though such things were difficult with how addled her mind was in its current state. The Nightmare was playing dirty, using pleasure to derail any attempts at resistance.

The Nightmare shook her head. “If anything, We have only brought you pleasure. How many orgasms have We given you?” She paused, waiting for a response. Though obviously Celestia was in no position to offer one. “If We recall correctly, We have provided you with three? Maybe even four if you include that one that rocked you so hard you felt it both in this dream and outside of it.”

This statement sent Celestia’s mind alight. How could the Nightmare have known about that little detail? She was about to ask but obviously her foe was not done with her pre-game monologue.

“The truth is Celestia,” the Nightmare said. “We really have nothing against you. To Us, this is but a mere game, something to amuse Ourselves with as We slowly rebuild Our power.” She motioned around her throne room. “Look at how opulent We’ve become. Not a bad abode for someone who has been living rent free in your head for centuries.”

The Nightmare shifted, turning away from Celestia and lifting her haunches into the air. She flickered her ethereal tail before docking it to the side, revealing her swollen pussy and puffy little pucker.

“Please don’t,” Celestia whimpered, wanting nothing to do with that final hole.

The Nightmare snorted. “We don’t think you are really in much of a position to make demands.”

She decided to pump her magic back into Celestia’s crotch, pounding away as her captive was slowly brought towards her rear. The motions were pacifying, reducing Celestia’s rebellious nature to nothing more than a few feeble squirming motions and grunts of dismay.

“Though We suppose We could show you a little bit of mercy,” the Nightmare murmured, drawing her magic out of Celestia.

Its sudden absence made her whimper in despair.

A moment later, she could feel the Nightmare’s aura form around her, creating some kind of elastic membrane that tightly encased her from every direction. It felt rubbery, like latex, though completely transparent.

It took a moment for Celestia to realize that she’d been effectively shoved into a magical condom.

“There we go,” the Nightmare murmured, tying it closed. “Now don’t say that We haven’t done anything nice for you.”

“Thank you,” Celestia whispered.

The Nightmare merely snorted as a response. “You can make it up to Us by being good prey tonight and not putting up too much of a fight.”

Celestia held her tongue, not wanting to lose this little piece of mercy.

With that dealt with, the Nightmare continued to draw Celestia closer, bringing her right behind her pucker, almost prodding it. Yet, she did not push her prey in immediately.

Instead, she opted to form a magical plug, that looked very similar to one Celestia had in her own royal toy chest, though obviously many times larger. She coated it in an abundant and slick aura that looked like some form of glittery lubricant.

Slowly, she teased her pucker with this plug, pressing the very tip of it against her hole and rolling it back and forth. Soon that slick aura clung to her flesh and made further progress possible.

From Celestia’s unique perspective, she watched as her nemesis’ tight little hole stretched to accommodate the toy. It was obvious that she didn’t have much experience with anal as even this mere warm-up seemed to offer quite the challenge.

“Isn’t anything possible in a dream?” Celestia asked, smirking to herself.

The Nightmare grunted. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing nothing,” Celestia murmured, blowing a puff of air into her cheek “I’m just shocked that you haven’t willed yourself to be better equipped at handling anal. You remind me of myself when I first attempted it, many eons ago.”

“Shut up,” the Nightmare hissed, moaning as she drew the plug back, nice and slow.

She didn’t remove it entirely, instead allowing the thickest portion to stretch her hole.

When she grew comfortable with this, she then slowly pistoned the toy, pumping it back and forth at a casual pace.

Celestia couldn’t help but notice that the action seemed to be turning the Nightmare on, as her lips glistened with moisture. A thick strand of pleasured fluids oozed forth and drained along her foe’s quaking inner thighs.

Nightmare Moon dealt with her lips immediately, using her magic to caress and pleasure them as the plug continued to ravish her pucker. Faster and faster the Nightmare’s magic went, driving forth a constant torrent of moans and other more pleasured noises.

Celestia heard her rival cuss and whisper such crude things to herself. And she learned something quite interesting from this unfiltered string of dialog that came gushing forth.

“I’m a dirty whore.”

“Who’s a bad mare? You’re a bad mare.”

“Fuck me.”

The phrases were muttered and faint, yet Celestia could still pick up on them. Apparently when the Nightmare thought her speech safe, she reverted to a more normal way of speaking. An interesting piece of evidence indeed.

Sadly, Celestia wasn’t able to learn much more as her foe reluctantly drew her magic away, denying herself that final little stretch towards orgasm.

Her crotch was now soaked and pucker far better adept at handling what was about to come.

The Nightmare’s magic pulsed, yet again, and Celestia could feel something coat the mythical condom that encased her. It was warm and slick, blurring her view of the outside world.

Slowly, she was edged forwards, head first. Almost immediately, she felt her horn press inside of the Nightmare, followed by her head.

This new hole was tight and hot, the Nightmare’s body bearing down upon her from every feasible direction. It wasn’t as cramped or claustrophobic as being shoved down her rival’s cockhole but it was a close second.

And in that moment, Celestia understood what it must’ve been like to be a mouse getting eaten by a snake.

Her torso joined her inside of these new confines, along with her hindlegs soon after. She was left utterly surrounded by her foe’s rump and could feel the muscles of her anus clench tightly around her, flexing against this new penetration toy.

She thought of sparking her horn but decided against it, knowing that nothing good would come out of being able to see her surroundings. This was a foul place and Celestia had no interest in confirming what she already knew.

The Nightmare’s magic guided her along, gently pressing her ever deeper.

Celestia breathed in slowly, feeling sweat cling to her hide as she realized just how hot it was this deep inside of her foe’s body. She was so close to the Nightmare’s stomach that the unrelenting heat from digestion seemed to just radiate outwards in oppressive and humid sheets, nearly suffocating her.

The Nightmare paused for a moment and Celestia opened an eye, wondering what had halted their progress.

“What’s going on?” she asked, grunting as she shuffled around.

The Nightmare chuckled. “Do you mind pressing down with your legs?”

“Why should I?” Celestia growled.

“Because We could remove your magical barrier at a moment’s notice,” the Nightmare stated, being quite efficient with her threat as she thinned the barrier.

Celestia gritted her teeth, hating that this simple protective ward had so much leverage over her.

She obeyed, of course, pressing out with her legs and prodding at whatever spot the Nightmare desired her to. It was a bundle of something firm, and as she pressed against it, she felt her confines shudder and the Nightmare’s muscles tighten like a vice.

A faint moan filled her mind, flittering forth upon a voice that wasn’t really there.

“Wait…” Celestia murmured.

The Nightmare sighed. “What is it?”

“Did you seriously give yourself a prostate?” Celestia asked, prodding at it again.

This earned a sharp gasp from the voice within her mind. “Well… we had that dong… so why not keep the best parts of it around.”

Celestia shook her head. “You can give yourself a prostate but can’t overcome being an anal virgin?”

There was a pause from the Nightmare, though Celestia could feel her foe’s shame on some subconscious level.

“Shush,” The Nightmare finally grumbled. “We do not make the rules.”

“You literally… you… WHAT!?” Celestia shook her head. “The whole point of these encounters is that you can do whatever you desire.”

“Stop questioning Us or we’ll be forced to take drastic measures,” the Nightmare growled, threatening her by thinning the protective membrane a bit further.

This got Celestia’s attention. “Alright, alright, I’ll be good.”

And with that, their conversation ended.

Since the Nightmare didn’t move her further along, she continued to prod away, pressing down upon that tense little bundle of nerves. She hated that she’d essentially become a glorified vibrator but knew that her only chance of making it through this clean and untarnished was to obey.

Humiliation coursed through her, and knowing that such a regal figure as herself could be reduced to a mere sex toy, only brought an intense shame that smouldered within her complexion. How had she allowed herself to be tortured by this demon so many nights in a row? Why had she not yet put an end to this charade?

“Faster,” the Nightmare demanded.

Celestia of course obeyed, pressing her hooves swiftly against that nefarious little bundle of nerves. She prodded and prodded, over and over again, feeling the Nightmare growing ever closer to climax. Even this far away from the heart, Celestia could feel it in the capillaries that neighboured her. It was a pounding rhythm, a frantic beat that thundered away all around Celestia.

The Nightmare’s voice faded from her mind; the demon obviously worried about more pressing affairs than micromanaging her ward.

Faster and faster Celestia went, practically trotting in place at this point. Every movement, every motion seemed to feed into the Nightmare’s pleasure and it wasn't long before she felt her foe’s entire body shudder violently around her.

Her confines shook as if there was an earthquake, though Celestia was kept safe as the beast’s rump clenched tightly around, pressing down so utterly upon her form. She felt the muscles clench, flexing and twitching against her as the Nightmare orgasmed.

Celestia was glad she couldn’t see this intense climax, couldn’t see how hard her foe came due to her debasement. She was sure that the Nightmare would be lording it over her at this moment, humiliating her. The mighty Princess of the Day reduced to a penetration toy, to a single royal anal bead.

Her cheeks burned with shame, her core alright with indignation. Had she really allowed herself to be used in such a lowly fashion, just for the mere promise of being kept safe from a little filth and grime? It was pathetic.

“Thank you for that,” the Nightmare said, her voice husky, exhausted.

Celestia didn’t respond and instead gritted her teeth.

“I didn’t crush you, did I?” the Nightmare asked, sighing. “I do know that these orgasms can be a little intense from your perspective.”

“I’m fine,” Celestia hissed through clenched teeth.

The Nightmare’s magic formed around her and she was moved forwards once again. Her pace was now much faster. Clearly, there was no need for being showy after an orgasm that spectacular.

Celestia was pushed back and forth, gliding through greyish organs that she'd only previously seen in medical diagrams and R-rated films. To be completely honest, she could’ve done without this fresh perspective on the equine body.

It wasn’t long before her journey came to its inevitable conclusion, as she plunged into a pool of warm liquid and surfaced within the Nightmare’s stomach.

The magical barrier peeled away, denying her safety from these acidic juices. Though on the bright side, they proved no more potent than before, merely tingling at her hide.

This was a familiar venue and Celestia sparked her horn to investigate.

The first thing she noticed was a cooler bobbing in front of her and she moved towards it, hoping beyond hope that her foe had made the same mistake as before.

However, as she opened the lid, her stomach dropped.

There was nothing inside.

The Nightmare was obviously monitoring this as she cackled loudly.

“Gotcha,” she said. “Did you honestly think that We’d make the same mistake twice?”

Celestia sighed. “I was hoping so.”

She pushed the cooler away, watching it bob off into the distance. At the same time, she moved towards the stomach lining, resting against it and closing her eyes.

So how was she going to get out of this one?

To be completely honest, she had no fucking clue what to do in this situation. Flay around, fidget, give the Nightmare nausea and an upset stomach? All possibilities, though she doubted that the Nightmare would give up so easily, knowing she had a one-point deficit.

Fuck me.

She drew in a haggard breath, focusing on her surroundings. She heard the slight sizzle of the stomach acids as they bleached her fur. She heard the expanding of distant lungs, feeling them work as puffs of cool air blew into the Nightmare’s stomach from somewhere above. She could always sense the omnipresent nature of the Nightmare’s heart, beating away potently with an unrelenting rhythm.

All of it was eerily familiar and Celestia hated that.

“You know,” Celestia said, shaking her head. “I do need to wake up eventually and raise the sun. Is this going to take much longer?”

The Nightmare chuckled. “It could be a little while, yes.”

“Could we possibly move things along and expedite this process?” Celestia asked, stroking her hoof through the stomach juices.

“I suppose there is something We could do.” The Nightmare mumbled, letting out a sigh. “Very well, if you admit defeat and concede this point then We’ll allow you to return to the world of the waking.”

Celestia gritted her teeth. “This really is just a game to you, isn’t it?”

“Essentially,” The Nightmare murmured. “Isn’t that what this has always been? Let’s be honest here Celestia, if this was actually an attempt to defeat you, We could’ve concluded events two nights ago and conquered the throne.”

“So, was there ever anything else behind this?” Celestia asked. “Was this ever a legitimate plan to conquer the world?”

The Nightmare didn’t respond, though Celestia could feel an amused energy radiating forth from her foe.

“I can’t believe this,” Celestia growled. “You’re disturbing my sleep for a fucking game.”

“I mean, you’re never around when We are awake, so We needed to get a little creative if We wanted to spend some quality time with you,” the Nightmare teased, though it was no longer the demon’s voice, but Luna’s.

“I’m so beating your ass when I wake up,” Celestia said, forcing herself to take a breath. “Fine, fine, the score is two-two. I lose. Are you happy, Luna?”

Luna chuckled. “Very.”

Celestia awoke, feeling a fury bubbling within her. It took a lot of willpower to suppress her urge to scream, not wanting to wake Sirius, who was snoring softly next to her.

“The nerve of her,” Celestia muttered.

She got out of bed, careful not to disturb her companion, and ambled towards the door.

“Gonna shove my hoof so far up her…”

Many curse words came rushing forth as she stomped towards the kitchen, not caring that she looked like an indignant child having a temper tantrum.

As she pushed through the door, with a whole lot of fire and brimstone, she glared at the room’s only other occupant, letting out a single huffing note of pure rage.

…

Except, the only other occupant was a Lunar maid who looked petrified and frozen in place.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the maid chanted, throwing her hooves out in front of herself to offer whatever meagre protection she could against the furious goddess looming over her.

Celestia winced. “No, no I… I have made a mistake. I assumed that somepony else…” She sighed. “My apologies, dear, I didn't mean to frighten you.”

Her ears perked up as she heard somepony chuckle behind her. It was a very familiar chuckle, one which Celestia had known for millennia.

She turned, feeling her blood boil as Luna walked into the kitchen.

“Scaring the staff, Celestia?” Luna asked. “And to think that I have a poor reputation around the palace.”

Celestia was about to lash out but held her tongue, not wanting to bring this feud forward in front of a witness.

“Yes, my apologies,” she murmured. “My sleep was disturbed.”

“Is that so?” Luna asked, opening the cupboard and pulling out a coffee mug. “And what did you dream about?”

Celestia smirked. “Are you familiar with Poneocchio?”

She glanced at the Lunar maid and nodded towards the door, making her request for privacy known. Thankfully the maid said nothing as she scurred away, obviously sensing that something was about to go down.

“I can’t say that I am,” Luna said, oblivious to the fact that her only protection was currently beating a hasty retreat. “I am about a thousand years behind on pop culture. So, tell me what happens in...”

The kitchen door slammed shut and Luna tensed. This discomfort managed to draw a very cruel smile upon Celestia’s lips.

“What happens,” Celestia said, evil intentions dripping from her voice as she flared her wings. “Is that I’m going to beat your fucking ass.”

Author's Note

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