The Princess looked around, studying the corridor she walked through.

It was desolate, barren, hinting at a grand palace that had been abandoned many generations ago. The carpeting was little more than a few rotten strands that failed to really cover the harsh material that laid under. The fixtures were coated in dust and cobwebs, the tarnished metal well past the point of repair. And there were paintings, though the canvases were so worn that most were undecipherable.

Though as the Princess continued forwards, she was intrigued by the one portrait that remained, unphased by age. It was this one that would repeat with every cycle of this endless corridor and it stood out as the single sign of luxury.

It depicted a very painful memory for the Princess, one which happened just after the two sisters had fought, depicting the banishment of one by the other. Her heart ached at the sight of it, yet no matter how long she walked, there was no outrunning this ugly memory, as it would just lay in front of her again.

The Princess sighed, wondering how she had gotten here. Though as she tried to reflect upon any prior memories, all she could recall were a few fuzzy vestiges from back in Canterlot, bits and pieces of a tapestry that refused to take shape. There had been a fight, the scuffling of hooves, those sorts of things.

Had she been defeated and taken here as punishment?

The deeper she pushed into the palace, the warmer it became as a humid heat bore down upon her, from somewhere ahead, far from her current locale. It was like there was a grand furnace at the centre of this labyrinth, a broiler powerful enough to warm all of existence with its flames and embers.

Yet, even as the temperature ramped up, the Princess couldn’t seem to evade this singular hall. She already knew that it was repeating but no matter how many repetitions passed, she couldn’t seem to find a beginning or end to her journey.

She sighed loudly and called out. “Hello? Is anypony there?”

A beastly rumble oozed forth, an eerie sound which seemed to caress the Princess, shrouding her in a blanket of bad vibes and tainted intentions. It was enough to make her shudder, her wings twitching in irritation.

Still, she steeled herself, gritting her teeth so that this beast could not hope to sense her fear.

“Show yourself!” the Princess called out.

“Very well,” the beast said, a pulse of light coming from somewhere ahead.

It was hard to make out a shape or many details, but it was a change of scenery, a promise of progress, a beacon ushering her onwards. So, she took it, cantering forwards, nearly galloping towards the source.

The Princess’ horn glowed as she readied a cantrip, a ward to protect herself from whatever was waiting for her. She felt assured of herself. After all, she could move the heavens, so she doubted this trickster would pose much of a threat.

She stormed into a new chamber, coming closer and closer towards this ball of light. Though as she entered, she was taken aback by just how grand this new hall was.

Though before she could really appreciate its full scale, she saw what lay within the tantalizing ball of light.

And with horror, she realized that the room’s size was only proper to house the beast who lumbered before her.

The demon was far larger than the Princess had anticipated, towering over her with the mighty vigour of a full-grown dragon. Its coat was a solid white, though it glowed orange due to the fiery and ethereal nature of its demonic mane.

Luna swallowed hard. “Daybreaker….”

That laughter came forth again, though it now had a source, coming from the quivering body that lay before her.

Daybreaker turned her head, fixing Luna with her piercing orange gaze and showing off row after row of razor-sharp teeth. She huffed loudly through her nose, sending twin contrails of steam rising.

As Luna looked up, following them, she saw that the chamber’s roof was missing and an impossibly large sun dominated the sky. It did not warm the already hot chamber but she had no doubt that the land beyond this palace was baked, cracked, and turned to a desert that likely stretched the entire globe.

“My, my, my, what do we have here?” Daybreaker asked. “Does somepony have a tribute for their empress?”

“We banished you,” Luna said. “Me and Celestia… we… there’s…” She shook her head. “This is a ruse, a trick, and mere copy of…”

She paused and looked around, noticing how the walls seemed to shimmer and shake.

Luna knew that effect well. It was the residual nature of the dreamscape, an illusion of reality that was a little more flawed than the real thing.

She was in a dream.

And if that was the case, then it was not Daybreaker who had power and authority, but herself.

Luna turned towards the demon and snorted. “You do not scare me, you illusion, you falsity, you mere trick! I know that we are within a dream and I will not be haunted by some two-bit apparition of our greatest foe.”

Her horn sparked and she attempted to turn the tables, channeling all her vigour into quite the potent spell.

Only, as her magic cut loose and hit Daybreaker’s chest, it pathetically fizzled out, leaving behind no lasting damage.

This was bad, very bad. That spell was supposed to be capable of getting rid of any illusion, no matter how powerful.

And if it didn’t banish Daybreaker, that could only mean one thing.

Luna swallowed hard.

That meant Daybreaker was not an illusion.

The ghastly version of Celestia chuckled, her hot breath rolling across her sister’s hide.

Luna winced, bracing herself as the pressure from that cackle was nearly enough to send her tumbling away.

“What? Do you not like having the tables turned on you, sister?” Daybreaker asked, licking her chops. “Because I’ll admit, I’m starting to see why you enjoyed this position so much.”

Tables turned? Enjoyed this position?

Luna tried to recall what Daybreaker could possibly mean. A familiar memory nearly emerged, though before Luna could truly reflect on it, she felt Daybreaker’s magic coil around her.

For a beast that powerful and dreadful, Luna was honestly surprised by how gentle she could be. She didn’t crush Luna like an insect, or fling her away with enough force to shatter brick. No, this monster merely lifted Luna from the ground as if she were a toy, a trinket, a little bauble to be tinkered with and kept safe.

Luna attempted to squirm. Though even a gentle grip was more than capable of restraining her. The beast might’ve been tender but she was not weak.

When Luna attempted to summon a spell, she found her reserves lacking, her cantrip fizzling out without making contact. As she went in for a second attempt, this too materialized to nothing.

What had happened? This was the dream realm, her domain, yet she had been robbed of all authority, turned to an unwilling participant to somepony else’s nightmare.

She gasped loudly, feeling the warmth of foreign magic caress her body. Daybreaker’s spell licked at her flanks, tickled her hooves, stroked at her cheek. The monster’s aura was as hot as her body, radiating with an uncomfortable warmth that made Luna sweat.

Soon that magic teased at a certain part of Luna’s anatomy, a very sensitive and sacred place that made her gasp.

She gritted her teeth, attempting to look away as the demon toyed with her folds. It was hard though, as she quivered softly, feeling Daybreaker’s magic stroking at her lips, fiddling with them but not pushing inside.

“Now what shall I do with you tonight?” Daybreaker asked, leering at Luna with nothing but crude intentions and a cruel smile. “Do you even remember what you put me through?”

Luna whimpered.

What did she mean by that? Was she speaking of events that took place eons ago, before written history, or something a bit more recent? Surely her foe would not be haunting her thousands of years later.

Either way, Luna chose to remain silent, not daring to speak as Daybreaker’s magic pushed into her. The spell parted her folds, plunging deep into her tender sex. She was ashamed, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as she let out a little moan. It was such a feeble pleasure but she couldn’t help herself. Daybreaker’s magic was just too tantalizing, too inciting to ignore.

“Something tells me that you don’t,” Daybreaker murmured. “Probably a side effect of Discord’s magic.”

Discord? He was involved in this? That traitor! Wait until Celestia heard about this!

“Regardless,” Daybreaker continued. “How will I debase and humiliate you tonight, dear sister.” She grinned and gave Luna’s rump a little squeeze. “I could swallow you whole and enjoy feeling you squirm around inside of me. I could wrap you in latex and fuck myself with your regal body. Oh, there are so many options for what I could do.”

She brought Luna towards her mouth, looking her dead in the eye with an eerie playfulness that made the Princess whimper in despair. Once more, she attempted to squirm away, mustering whatever strength she could against this behemoth who dared try and best her within her own arena.

In an act of desperation, she tried a spell and felt it actually materialize as a crackling blue energy formed around her horn. She grinned, as she realized that she had some success, and aimed it at Daybreaker, letting it loose like a cataclysm.

It connected, plowing right into her foe’s face with enough force to shake the palace and send dust falling.

Though when the debris settled, Daybreaker was still grinning, nice and wide.

“Nice trick,” she said, “Let me try one.”

Without warning, Daybreaker flipped Luna around, so she was facing away from her.

Luna attempted to hide her shame, pressing her tail against her leaking cunt. Though obviously, this distraction only bought her a few moments of privacy as Daybreaker forcefully lifted her tail, exposing her to her foe’s leering gaze.

“You’re soaking wet,” Daybreaker quipped. “Does getting fucked by your nemesis really turn you on this badly?” She snorted, sending a burst of warmth gushing forth. “Or maybe it’s the fact that your big sister is doing it? What depraved fetishes do you have, Luna?”

Luna said nothing, feeling her cheeks burn with shame. A sensation that was only made worse as she felt two nimble tendrils glide along her lower lips. They stroked along them slowly before ever so carefully spreading Luna’s cunt and allowing Daybreaker to gaze deep into her soaking wet hole.

“Tell me Luna, when’s the last time you’ve been properly rutted?” Daybreaker asked.

Luna would answer no such questions.

Daybreaker chuckled softly, bringing Luna every closer to her maw. At this range, Luna could feel the warm licks of breath caressing her hindquarters. Like everything else about Daybreaker, her breath was hot and humid, bathed in sinister intentions.

“Has it been months? Years?” Daybreaker chuckled. “Hopefully it’s happened at least once since you’ve returned?”

Luna gritted her teeth. She would not answer, would not allow Daybreaker to mock her in such a fashion.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, so prideful,” Daybreaker said. “But it’s okay little sister, I’m here to take care of you.”

“I’m not your sister,” Luna hissed, trying to kick back.

Her hoof didn’t connect but the mere act of resisting was enough to sate Luna’s desire for rebellion.

Daybreaker didn’t seem to mind, however. In fact, Luna could feel the coy smoulder her opponent bore.

“Sure I am,” the villain said. “I might have a different body and our venue is a little more drab than usual but… I am as much Celestia as Nightmare Moon is you.”

Luna gasped. “I would never associate with…”

Before she could finish that thought, Daybreaker leaned forwards, her tongue probing forth. It was serpentine, forked at the tip and quite dexterous. Daybreaker slithered it along Luna’s inner thigh before pressing it against her sister’s folds.

Daybreaker moaned softly, gathering the delicious essence upon her tongue, allowing it to pool on her taste buds. This little sample embolden her, causing her to press forwards, pushing into Luna’s loins in a desperate effort to get every ounce of this tantalizing flavour that she could.

Luna’s complexion lit up and a jerking moan broke free. She whined softly, feeling Daybreaker’s tongue glide around inside of her, moving it curt little circles. It was nimble and adventurous, swirling around and trying to find the spots that delivered the most pleasure.

Luna tried to play mum, doing her best to keep her unruly voice level. However, there was only so much she could do, and as Daybreaker’s magic caressed her clit, a frantic string of moans broke free, with the Princess cursing all manner of entities, though none more than the demon who was ravishing her.

“Naughty, naughty,” Daybreaker said, her voice forming in Luna’s mind as her mouth was otherwise occupied. “I should wash out your mouth with soup, you harlot.”

“Why are you doing this,” Luna hissed.

Daybreaker chuckled. “For the same reason you did it, dear sister. This is but a mere act of kindness before we consume you. A final orgasm before you meet your demise.”

Luna was about to retort but Daybreaker’s tongue robbed her of the opportunity. Faster and faster the appendage went, swirling around inside of her. Her voice grew alongside it, her pleasure reluctantly sung. She flushed with shame, hating how Daybreaker seemed to exploit her with such ease.

She felt a tension in her gullet, a smouldering flame which begged for fuel to let it burn. Any attempts to snuff it out were a lost cause as Daybreaker showed no reluctance in fanning the flames of pleasure.

“Cum for me, Lulu,” Daybreaker whispered.

Luna grunted. “S-shut up.”

Daybreaker snorted and soon formed a very aggressive pattern with her tongue, swiftly moving around inside of Luna, probing at all the spots that were most receptive to her advances.

Luna’s back arched and her voice betrayed her in such a spectacular fashion. She huffed and puffed, panting loudly as a constant dribble of pleasured words came streaming forth from her parted lips, betraying her.

She closed her eyes and attempted to grit her teeth, trying to focus upon that nucellus of pleasure, trying to reason with her body not to humiliate her.

Only her body clearly had other intentions as she shuddered violently, feeling her entire form tense as if a livewire was driven through it. She shuddered and shook, feeling her orgasm come swiftly and hard.

She blushed with such intensity, hating herself for getting off on her foe’s tongue in such a spectacular fashion.

Luna felt pathetic, defeated.

Had she really allowed herself to be used like that?

Daybreaker drew back and smacked her lips together, letting out a satisfied note.

“You taste simply divine, Luna,” Daybreaker teased, only adding to the heat in Luna’s cheeks. “Like a virgin.”

“And how can you tell?” Luna hissed.

Daybreaker chuckled. “Years and years of experience, dear. I’ve deflowered more ponies than a mortal could even hope to meet in their lifetime.”

Luna grunted and folded her forelegs over her chest. “So, what do you intend to do with me now?”

“That’s a fantastic question, I haven’t quite figured that out.” Daybreaker hummed. “Do I eat you or use you to fuck myself?” She pursed her lips before shaking her head slowly. “Actually, why don’t we try something new… something that I’m sure will be quite humiliating.”

“I doubt that you could debase me any more than you’ve already done,” Luna grumbled.

“Honestly Luna, as you told me last night, you should really find some wood to knock on.”

Luna growled, remembering no such conversation. Neither with Celestia or this demon who claimed to be associated with her.

“I stand by what I said.”

The magic around her tightened, bringing her towards Daybreaker’s lips.

She glanced over her shoulder and noticed her foe leering at her, grinning nice and wide.

There were so many rows of razor-sharp teeth in Daybreaker’s mouth. Any of them would be more than capable of tearing Luna’s body to bloody shreds. Though she did not open her mouth further and part these rows, instead guiding her prey to a spot above her lips.

It took Luna a moment to realize that she was being guided towards Daybreaker’s snout.

“What are you doing?” Luna asked, squirming feebly against the omnipresent magic.

Daybreaker’s gaze glinted. “Disposing of you in the most humiliating manner I could possibly think of.”

Luna was going to inquire further but Daybreaker denied her the option, sealing her muzzle shut with a firm tendril of magic. Even more tendrils and threads soon wove around her, tightly caressing her body and binding it so she could do little more than squirm and fidget.

Within a moment, her hindlegs tickled Daybreaker’s nostril. It took a few seconds of trial and error, of poking and prodding, but eventually her hooves pressed into the demon’s most awkward hole.

Luna whimpered, cringing at how slimy the interior felt. It was worse than what she could’ve possibly imagined with mucus and other fluids coating her hide.

When she was partially secured, Daybreaker removed the thread that held her maw shut. Obviously, she took much glee in hearing her prey’s misery.

“Ew, ew, ew,” Luna chanted, closing her eyes tight. “This is just plain cruel.”

“Just be thankful that you only have to deal with one evening of this treatment.”

Inch by inch, her body was worked into this orifice. It was slow progress, pressing first her hindlegs, then belly, and finally her torso into this little hole. Soon, all that was left outside was her head.

She opened her eyes and bit her lip, wondering how long she’d be kept like this for, trapped in the world’s strangest bondage. The nostril was tight, bearing down upon her and not surrendering even the slightest give against her feeble struggling.

Daybreaker made no move to press her further, instead reaching up with a hoof and circling it along the ridges of her nostril.

“Please just make this quick,” Luna begged. “This is revolting.”

Daybreaker sighed, letting out a single amused note. “Now I know how you felt when all I did was whine and beg.” She shook her head, making Luna gasp as she was brought along for the ride, her world blurring as she was jostled about. “Fine, fine, I will make this as painless as possible.”

She pressed a mammoth hoof across her snout, pinching her other nostril shut.

Luna braced herself, having a pretty solid understanding of what was about to come.

Daybreaker drew in a breath, through her mouth, and let it out, doing this a couple times to shore herself up.

“Just like snorting coke,” she murmured.

Luna didn’t get a chance to question this statement as Daybreaker drew in a potent breath through her nose. It took a moment to clear the obstruction, but when that happened, Luna was forced deeper into the nostril and flung into her foe’s nasal cavity.

She yelped and immediately started screaming as she was swiftly dragged through what was essentially the most disgusting waterslide possible. It was pitch black and slimy; the vacuum created by Daybreaker’s inhale launching her forwards on a mad dash with some dubious destination at the end.

Before long she was shot into another cavity, one that was a little more spacious, but not by much. Muscles and flesh still bore down upon her from every direction, smothering her in their slick and warm embrace.

She was blind, lost, confused, and covered in a mixture of fluids she didn’t care to think about for too long.

She felt the walls flex and shudder as Daybreaker swallowed hard, adding a thick strand of saliva to the mix of crude fluids that coated Luna’s fur. At that moment, she realized that she was within this beast’s throat. And as she slid further along, she immediately knew where her final destination was going to be.

Luna flayed out with her hooves, trying desperately to anchor herself to whatever she could get a hold of. Unfortunately, in the slickness of Daybreaker’s esophagus there wasn’t much. Further and further she descended, feeling her environment warm.

It was like she was approaching the core of a supernova. And once more, she felt sweat glisten upon her hide.

Her progress momentarily halted as she felt herself get wedged in place, held firm by the tight muscles of Daybreaker’s throat.

Luna looked up and sparked her horn, trying to assess her situation. She reached out with one of her legs, pawing feebly at the muscles and lining around her.

Maybe she could climb out?

Though as she tried to get a grip, her hoof slipped, falling to her side.

Luna then attempted to spread her wings, to flap them and flutter up. Though she found that her confines were too crushing for such a thing. There really was no denying it at this point, she was trapped and at the complete mercy of her nemesis.

Nothing proved this point more than feeling Daybreaker’s magic coil around her, tickling at her fur, licking at it with tendrils of nefarious warmth. They prodded at her flanks, grazed across her throat, and stroked away at her sensitive sides.

“Do you know what you did when you had me in this position?” Daybreaker asked, her voice forming within Luna’s own mind.

She had no idea but knew that saying so would not appease this vengeful spirit.

“What?” she finally growled.

“Well you toyed with me, prodded at my nethers like some kind of vile monster.” Daybreaker did the same, pressing against Luna’s folds and stroking them in long tender motions. “And you defiled me within your throat.” She sighed. “You really do deserve what’s about to come to you, Luna. I will not deny that.”

Luna gritted her teeth, trying her best not to moan or show any sign of being receptive to Daybreaker’s abuse. It seemed to work as her foe snorted, drawing the tendrils away from Luna’s folds.

“Stubborn mule,” Daybreaker whispered.

Those same tendrils coiled around Luna’s hooves, yanking her downwards roughly. She gasped, screaming as she fell those final few metres, popping into a new realm.

She splashed into something she really didn’t want to think about. It was warm and tingled at her hide, burning away at her coat.

She flared her horn just to make sure, whining in utter hopelessness as she confirmed that she was in a pool of stomach acid.

Though as she looked into the distance, she noticed a cooler bobbing away. It was blue, like the one Celestia usually brought to the beach.

Luna paddled towards it, hoping that there was something useful inside.

“Oh? Did you find my present?” Daybreaker asked, sighing as she patted her belly, the noise like a deep drumbeat from Luna’s perspective.

Luna ignored her.

Though this only earned a cruel chuckle from the demon.

“You should open it,” Daybreaker said. “We left you something special inside.”

The way she phrased that made Luna pause, hovering her hoof over the lid.

What had she meant by that?

For a moment, she almost considered letting it rest. Though did she really have anything to lose? It wasn’t like this could get any worse.

Luna sighed and opened the lid, discovering that there was a note taped to the inside. She grabbed it, cocking a brow at the contents.

“Really?” Luna asked.

Daybreaker chuckled. “What does it say?”

“I… I don’t understand.”

“Just read it, Luna,” Daybreaker said, a teasing edge to her voice.

That tone only made Luna wish she could understand what was going on. Was this some kind of cruel prank?

“The score is three-to-two,” Luna muttered. “And you win.”

Daybreaker laughed. “Damn straight I do.”

Luna’s eyes snapped open and she immediately glared at the duo who hovered over her.

“Oh, good morning,” Celestia said, grinning from ear to ear. “I was wondering when you were going to wake up.”

Discord merely smirked and waved his talon as a greeting.

How much had he seen?

“Very funny sister,” Luna growled.

“I thought it was only fitting that I gave you a little taste of your own medicine,” Celestia said, glancing at Discord. “And I’m very thankful that Discord was a dear and helped me out.”

“Of course, Celestia,” Discord murmured. “Like I would ever pass up on an opportunity to bully your little sister.”

Celestia nodded and then looked at Luna. “So…”

“So?” Luna asked, huffing.

“Can we now agree to a truce?” Celestia asked. “A best of five does feel like a fitting place to conclude things.”

Luna gritted her teeth and gave Discord one final look. She really should’ve obliterated him when she’d had the chance.

“I suppose…” Luna sighed, hating to admit defeat. “I suppose that would be agreeable. But!” She prodded a hoof at Discord. “Only in exchange for you helping me give him a little payback tonight.”

Discord chuckled. “Oh no… two beautiful mares visiting me in my dreams. Whatever will I do?” He smirked and held a talon to his forehead. “If that is the price I must pay for my service, then I will gladly do so.”

He then leered at Celestia. “Should I bring extra rope tonight?”

“Hmmm…” Celestia tapped her chin. “Would you even be able to handle two of us?”

“I’m a very capable demigod,” Discord teased.

“Very well…” Celestia pursed her lips before nodding towards Luna. “If those are your terms, then I guess that I have no choice but to honour them.”

Luna blushed bright red, which only made Celestia’s coy smile return.

“I… uh… I retract my terms,” Luna mumbled.

Author's Note

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