Nightmare Moon Night

From one settlement to another traveled Beatrix Belladonna and her mother, Trixie Lulamoon, who toured Equestria and continued to revive Nightmare Night. Their show proved a smash success, their treasure chest now filled with bits to overflow, and they relaxed around a table with fresh cups of steamy coffee, headed towards their next destination.

She could have been her mom's twin, aside from a color scheme that more closely resembled Twilight Sparkle's, aside from her platinum mane. They were garbed in their usual costumes, complete with hats, gloves, heeled boots, capes, and skin-tight leotards. At the center sat the black book where the tentacled monstrosity had emerged during a performance weeks back.

“Almost time for Nightmare Night itself,” said Trixie who then slurped down the last of her drink.

“That's when the barriers to between worlds will be at their weakest,” noted Beatrix who sipped at her own rich coffee. “I mean, Equestria's a magical place but Celestia used to protect people from the darkness, or so I've been told. I wasn't there.” She shrugged. “Anyhow, I hear in the lead up monsters have slipped free of Tartarus in the past, let-alone Nightmare Night itself!” She studied the black book, certain that's why the creature was able to break its weakened seal.

“You worry too much. We weren't hurt.” She dismissively waved. “Actually, I recall you rather enjoyed it!”

“You too mom,” she teased and poked the tip of her nose with a grin. “Let's just say those tentacles reach some places most stallions can't! Why...” Her cheeks colored. “I almost wouldn't mind a few more rounds with it.”

“Pervert,” said Trixie who nonetheless blushed and smiled too.

“Hey, I inherited that from you! Father was a tad too conservative, until his wife helped him come out of his shell, or so Flurry Heart's told me.” A clink sounded when she set down her cup. “Anyhow, glad I was able to talk you into hiring a team!”

“Yeah, well, they're just extras to help with the workload. The Great and Powerful Trixie prefers not to rely on others, and I expect her little hellspawn is the same.” She rose and stretched with a wide yawn. “I suppose we'd better turn in while we can.” Her horn flared, her costume glowed, and it vanished into the ether, her ample curves casually exposed.

Following her lead, Beatrix stood and banished her outfit too. She welcomed the air on her supple skin and settled into a hammock next to her mom's. Her eyes wandered over the props strewn about the interior, reminders of past successes and those still to come. Through their combined efforts the mother-daughter team now proved more successful than ever.

From the window she spotted the moon, its surfaced scarred with the silhouette of Luna, trapped inside. Part of her wondered, as the barriers fell, would it be possible for her to break the spell the Cult of the Nemesis used to banish her and return?

Doubtful since the Necronomicon's power had been employed to seal her and Celestia, the latter now bound to the sun.

Yet when she drifted off to sleep despite her mom's snores, she dreamed about the lunar mare, a pleasant smile on her lips...

*****

A mist rolled through a murky graveyard, the squish of grass and moist soil sounding under Beatrix's bare feet. She stood nude beneath the moonlight that embraced her curves, clasped her hands to her upper arms and shivered, her perky nipples rock hard in the frigid air that rolled in a ghastly manner around her. She flared her horn and tried to summon her clothes, only for the shaft to spark and sputter no matter how many times she tried. Groans escaped her and she wandered onwards.

The first thing she noticed was that the weathered headstones were marked with the names of those who'd fought and died in her father's army. Comrades she'd battled alongside, loved, and lost. The second observation was that the moon no longer had the shadow of Luna imprinted on it. But most importantly, she spotted a familiar face in the distance. “Hey, mom! Over here!”

Trixie followed her wave, also naked and shivered on her approach. “Where the heck are we? I don't recognize this place.”

“Me either. Doesn't look quite like the memorial these people are supposed to be buried at.” She sniffed the murky air, reminded of a marsh, and the spectral miasma swirled about them, almost like they were lost in...a dream?

“You are correct,” announced a distant voice.

Both of them snapped in the direction of the stranger, whose thin eyes glowed from the fog. The tall, dark, and voluptuous woman stalked forward, wreathed in sparkly vapors that trailed around her curvaceousness, completely bare save for a silver tiara, bracelets, and anklets that complimented her obsidian skin. A mane like a curtain of stars trailed after the Goddess.

“N-Nightmare Moon!” Trixie shook but protectively stood in front of her daughter. “Wh-what do you want?!”

A smile crossed Nightmare Moon's luscious lips. “Both of you,” she purred. “Thank you for helping to weaken the seal on the moon. I owe you.” Her ample hips swayed and her heavy breasts bounced with her stride. “Now, how about a reward?”

“Uh, we're fine!” Beatrix swallowed. She'd heard tales of her but never met her in her travels.

“I insist,” she answered and stopped before them. “I crafted this for you two, from your memories, or at least what I could gleam from your dreams. Forgive the inconsistencies. You know how dreams are. Imagine, an Equestria without conflict. Where you could sleep forever, untroubled, able to indulge in whatever fantasies you wish without ever being harmed.”

Beatrix pursed her lips. “And that's what you intend to offer?”

“Precisely. Think on it. You could have anyone back. Your father included.” She cupped their cheeks, her palms cool to the touch, her aura serene, almost detached in its cool passion. “Whatever you wish, I can provide it.”

“It won't be real,” lamented Beatrix.

“What is reality? Simply what we perceive? Think of all the universes you've visited. Is one less real because it contradicts all the others? They are merely possibilities. I offer one where everyone can be happy, from the kindest to the cruelest, and no one need be harmed in the process. Think on it carefully. Do you really wish to reject a world without strife?”

“But no one else will be born,” answered Beatrix who fished for some reason to deny her.

“Is that so bad? Imagine the pain they'll be spared. Come. Let me provide a taste of what you'll see in my new world.” And with that she pressed her lips to Trixie, who went wide-eyed but soon melted into her hungry kiss, unable to deny the presence of the Goddess-like figure of myth believed long lost to Equestria. She turned and delivered a passionate kiss to Beatrix as well.

They sunk upon the earth. Grass tickled their moist backs, and Nightmare Moon draped herself above them on all fours, pendulous breasts swinging topped by wide dark nipples. She planted tender pecks all over them, started with their necks and moved down, made them squirm and squeak under her sensual caresses. The duo lost themselves in the moment.

“This is a dream. My domain. And as such I have no limits to fulfill your wildest fantasies here,” she mused.

Beatrix admitted, “I...I don't always know what I want.”

“Me either,” said Trixie with a smirk. “Other than an experience worthy of me!”

“Then I shall do my best to provide that.” Able to peer into the dreams of everyone, including the wettest ones these two had ever experienced, she drew on their unspoken desires, taboos broken and inhibitions lowered in her realm.

A trot sounded. From the mist a silhouette stalked out, and from it came a second Nightmare Moon, only this one was fully a mare...aside from the sheathed stallionhood and swollen balls that hung between her thighs.

“I'm not here to judge,” said Nightmare Moon. “I take it you're curious, Beatrix?”

“Uh...a little,” she confessed with a bright blush. She rose before the mare, inhaled the musk that arose from it with a flare of her nostrils, and cautiously touched the sheathe. From it arose a thick cock covered in veins, swelled under her tender strokes, and landed with a slap on her snout. She stared at it cross-eyed, felt her pussy moisten and kissed the precum-smeared urethra.

The lewd display made Trixie's loins burn too. “Hey, don't forget about me!”

“Oh, I haven't.” Nightmare Moon concentrated, and a massive horsecock arose above her slit, hardened and ready to split her needy twat. She seized her ankles, lifted her legs, and pressed her flare to her moist snatch. Mewls emerged from Lulamoon, spread wide when the dick sunk in past the medial ring, and drove cervix-deep into the horny witch.

At the same time Beatrix dragged her tongue over the mare's black cock, traced it veins, planted pecks on it and the bloated ballsack. She slurped salty pre from the tip, smeared it over her lips until they were glazed, swirled her tongue around the tip and then took it into her mouth. Suckles resounded when she started to bob her head, determined to milk the horse dry.

“A little foreplay to work her up. Nice,” purred Nightmare Moon who pounded into her lover with wet smacks.

“Less talking, more fucking~!” Trixie's whines were lost in a series of lewd moans, slammed into by a mating press, and her ample ass shook under the impact. Her slit leaked down her asshole, the pink ring now slick and contracting.

Nightmare Moon laughed and played with one of the witch's bouncing tits. “That's right. You're mine now, my sweet.”

Certain her partner was now suitably prepped, Beatrix lowered herself to all fours, presented her ass and pussy to the powerful mare, ready to be claimed. She reminded herself this was a dream, that whatever she did here wasn't that weird, and that such a massive member couldn't hurt her unless she wanted it to...right? She grit her teeth, felt the stallionhood rub her puffy snatch.

She wheezed when the thick slab of meat impaled her, threatened to split her in half. Thankfully pleasure was quick to dull any pain, her entire body alight with electrical tingles that traveled all the way to her ovaries. Her womb churned, her cervix pierced by the flare that embedded itself, her slimy walls traced by the horse meat that traced her slippery confines to the core.

Digging her nails into the dirt, she braced herself, felt the mare's powerful muscles grow taut when the animal started to hump her. Her suspended breasts swung, her buttocks wobbled, and she whinnied out her lust, eyes in a dull haze of pure bliss.

Above her the beast neighed and snorted, bit the nape of her neck in a show of dominance, determined to breed her senseless. Beatrix rocked under the brutal skewering she received, eyes rolling into her head and maw wide open with shrieking moans, what thoughts her euphoria-numbed mind was capable of thankful that the beast in heat couldn't literally wreck her wet pussy.

Squealing, she clamped her pink walls around the invader, squirted all over the mare's cock and balls in messy spatters. Milking the horse, she neighed and fired her meat hose into her chosen fuckhole, hosed down her womb in splatters of salty spunk that slapped and painted her uterus, bloated out her belly to excess and the overrun dribbled out of Beatrix's snatch down her thighs.

Forced to pull free with a pop that left Belladonna's twat gaping and runny, the mare loosed the rest of her load all over the witch's back and buttocks, showered her in sticky splooge that clung and ran down her plushness and matted her thin fur.

Spurred on, Nightmare Moon growled and mercilessly savaged Trixie hard as she could. She too drove herself womb-deep, mashed into her walls with her slick flare, continued to squeeze and spank her wobbly titties. “Beg me,” she demanded.

So lost was Trixie in pleasure she dropped her pride and called, “Shoot it all inside me! Please~!”

Nightmare Moon's grin spread, and with a final, balls deep thrust, she grunted and her cock pulsed, her nuts unloaded directly into her uterus. Dense blasts fired again-and-again, some shooting out in bursts around the dick lodged in her cunt, and Lulamoon whined and squirted some more, casting back her head and her toes curling while her raised legs twitched.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck~!” Trixie drooled and her eyelashes fluttered, her brain threatening to break under repeated orgasms. A mixture of their juices dribbled over her asshole and between her asscrack, and the Goddess pulled out, continued to hose down her prey's face, coated her tongue, came on her tits and stomach which gleamed under the moon.

Beatrix crawled over on all fours and took the last few shots on her own face and tongue which she stuck out. She rolled atop her mother, breast-to-breast, and their tongues met, wrestling playfully while they swapped and chewed on milky cum that drizzled down their chins. Their hands wandered as they rolled, scooped semen off each other and gobbled it down.

Nightmare Moon cackled and watched the mother-daughter team roll about, make out, and grope each other.

It was so hard to think. Beatrix tried not to lose herself completely to the moment, but the bliss the supposed Goddess offered was akin to a drug, addictive and all-consuming.

Whatever they wanted was immediately provided. Nor did she have to worry about whether it was 'wrong' or what anyone else thought. She'd rarely seen her mother so happy, either.

For a moment she couldn't help but wonder if a world under her control would really be that bad...?