Nightmare Moon Night

“Good work my bewitching bitches,” purred out Nightmare Moon, her horsecock tended to by the mother and daughter team who rested on their knees in the misty graveyard. They nibbled, sucked, and licked over the thick vein-lined shaft, glazed by a continual run of salty, virile precum that they greedily lapped up between them with audible slurps and smacks.

Usually the pair were inseparable and worked as a team, practically a mirror of each other down to their appearance, save for their different color schemes and cutie marks. Yet a newly discovered feeling towards each other surged in them within the Queen's presence; jealousy. A need to please her at any cost, to prove they were best fit to serve and worship her cock and the pussy hidden behind it and the testicles below. They pulled and sucked on it, determined to make her cum on them first.

“Oh yes,” wheezed the lunar Goddess between her teeth. She rested her palms on their heads, helped guide them to take her.

She stared down over her heavy breasts that momentarily expanded with each breath at the mares, both of whom had their charms. Trixie Lulamoon was older, bolder, more experienced, almost cruel the way she teased and toyed. Beatrix Belladonna was by contrast more mischievously coy, more eager to submit and surrender herself in order to please a lover.

They slurped up her swollen balls, sticky with her runny pussy juices that spattered behind the orbs from her puffy snatch, and the musky, salty pre that dribbled from her horsecock's urethra which flared with desire to break their throats.

Trixie watched her daughter from the corner of her eye. She had to admit she was superb. Naturally, since she'd trained her to follow in her footsteps! She felt her cheeks burn with lust and resentment. Wait. Jealousy? No, that couldn't be right!

She adored her flesh-and-blood more than anything, wanted her to surpass her and make her proud!

A similar , momentary awakening dawned on Beatrix, who hesitated when she caught the subtle glare of her mother. A similar look she'd seen whenever she scolded her. Was she not worthy to take the title of Great and Powerful, too? Was that the real reason her mother had chosen her last name as Belladonna, rather than because she believed Lulamoon was bad luck as she claimed? She retreated slightly to let her mom take the lead, heart aching that she might let her and their Queen down.

Their ministrations were answered with a violent throb of Nightmare Moon's thick cock. “Stick out your tongues,” she commanded and the pair did so. Massive spurts bursts from the tip which repeatedly flared, hosed down their hair, faces, and tongues in repetitive creamy shots that slapped over them, clung and rolled down their well-marked, blushing faces.

More blasted over their tits and glazed them. Squeezing her dick, she drained out the last drop, felt their tongues danced on her urethra to scoop up the last milky bead. Their mouths met, tongues wrestling, trying to slurp up every last trace of her virile seed, swishing in their mouths as they attempted to drink it all down. They proudly showed off the loads in their mouth, swished and gargled it, layers of spunk sticking to the roofs of their mouth, all over their gums, between their teeth.

Drinking it down with low moans, the warm splooge settled with a slosh in their bellies. They once more turned on the horsecock leveled before them, ran up-and-down the length, washed it clean and left traces of spittle down its blackness.

“Good girls,” said Nightmare Moon who patted their heads. “Your Queen is pleased. Now, your reward.”

She could see their every lurid fantasy, wet dreams neither dared shared. Ones she would make reality.

Beatrix gasped and turned to a pair of silhouettes that stalked through the mists. They were other versions of her, one of them a unicorn mare, another a human marked by her color scheme, denuded when they trotted up to her.

“A narcissistic streak. Just like your mother,” mused the Queen who tittered.

Fortunately a similar forbidden fantasy was shared by Trixie, who sat and spread her thighs, her moist, inflamed pussy open to worship when she used her fingers to spread wide the tight lips and expose the pink within, tethered by lines of slimy juices that dribbled down the crack of her ass and over the hot pink of her puckered asshole. She wiggled her hips with a giggle.

Placing her hands on her mother's wet inner thighs, Beatrix dove in. She felt her doubles behind and under her, the human pressing a horsecock that impaled her needy cunt with a squish, the pony skewering her up the ass, making a sandwich out of her where she was the delectable meat! She moaned, planted kisses and licks at her mom's clit and her love canal.

She licked out her mom's succulent foal-hole, cleaned it with long swirls of her tongue, digging in cervix-deep as she pushed her muzzle in and felt it reflexively clamp around her, burning and constricting, filling her nostrils with its scent, her mouth with a deluge of twat nectar. She would temporarily withdraw, nibble and pull on her pussy lips, then dived back in with relish.

At the same time her ass clapped, battered between a pair of horsecocks that slammed in-and-out, separated only by a thin layer of her intimate flesh. They pulled her mane, spanked her tits and ass, left red hoof marks all over them with loud slaps.

“O-oh...my sweet little hellspawn,” murmured Trixie who massaged her own tits in circles, clenching her lower holes.

Nightmare Moon presented her still erect shaft to Trixie, who pushed her head onto it amidst a soft murmur, eyes half-closed. Digging her nails into the witch's hair, she bucked her hips, savagely facefucking her without relent.

She pushed balls deep, all the way down her gullet, Trixie's eyes crossed and her face reddened all over.

Lost in indescribable pleasure, the mother-daughter team's minds went numb. Their supple bodies moved on instinct alone, happy to be used and abused, to fulfill their biological purpose. Nightmare Moon grunted and loosed herself first, cum bloating out Trixie's cheeks, the excess exploding hot from her nostrils, bubbling and popping and hanging as she swallowed the mess.

She in turn squirted into her mother's mouth and dawn her throat. Savoring the sweet pussy honey, her shapeliness quivered between more slams, tag-teamed between her duplicates who with a final slam groaned and fired off into her fuckholes.

She'd never been so stuffed, so absolutely filled to the brim. She whined and squirted all over the mares that fucked her.

Spent for the moment, mother-and-daughter collapsed at Nightmare Moon's feet. Beatrix's copies vanished, her holes still gaped and oozing cum that splattered across the squishy earth. Trixie pulled Beatrix into her arms, who cuddled to her bosom.

“Mommy,” muttered a sleepy Beatrix who basked in their shared warmth with a muted coo.

Further broken in, Nightmare Moon assured herself of victory, unaware of the momentary doubts that had played across her would-be heralds to welcome her back into Equestria. “Pleasant dreams for now,” she purred and patted their soft rumps.