Nightmare Moon Night

Trixie held her daughter to her, both murmuring in their sleep, or an approximation of such since they were still trapped in Nightmare Moon's dream world. The pale moon continued to caress their bare curves, the wispy mists rolled about them, in air pleasantly cool under a gentle breeze. Even the dew-speckled grass and soft soil conformed to suit their unspoken wishes.

“My little hellspawn,” whispered Trixie who blinked her eyes half open. “You know I love you, right?”

“Of course,” answered Beatrix whose own eyes barely opened. “I love you, too. Sorry it took so long to come back.”

“Nonsense. Trixie knows you must experience everything possible to exceed her greatness!” She poked her nose.

“Tee-hee.” No longer pushed to compete, any jealousies or insecurities that gripped them were now stripped away. However both shared a similar sentiment when their gaze met, the blissful spell momentarily broken to remind them of what they'd felt. How they were so caught up in what this place offered they had almost allowed it to tear apart a lifetime bond.

The mother-daughter team linked their fingers and studied the fog-enshrouded mass graveyard. They were further awakened from their trance, reminded of a time when they battled in Shining Armor's army to save Equestria. The same Cult of the Nemesis they crushed had banished Celestia and Luna who were imprisoned in the sun and moon respectively.

A chance encounter with a dark tome similar to the Necronomicon, combined with the advent of a cursed moon had weakened the spell enough for those dark energies to swell into Luna and allow a reborn Nightmare Moon to escape her prison.

They had inadvertently unleashed one of the greatest threats back on a world they fought to save, and knew it was their duty to set it right. After a shared nod between them the duo rose, still hand-in-hand to confront the ancient Queen.

Nightmare Moon stalked up to meet them, hands on her wide hips. “Oh? Do my dreams no longer please you?”

“They're fine,” admitted Beatrix with a slight blush. “But I'm afraid we can't accept your offer!”

“That's right,” chimed in Trixie. “What kind of heroines would be be if we surrendered to petty thrills?”

Nightmare Moon raised her chin, unimpressed. “And what do you intend to do about it? This is my realm!”

The mother-daughter team released their hands, spun on a heel, and their full costumes manifested over them in a twinkle of stars. “We can also call on the dream realm,” they answered as one. It was a gamble, confronting the Queen on her own turf, but with her time spent within the many dimensions of the Necronomicon Beatrix was confident they could pull it off.

It helped her mom was a fast learner. She taught her almost everything she knew whenever they'd traveled the world. How to survive and even thrive when the odds were stacked against you. She'd idolized her mother, followed in her footsteps, determined to also make a name for herself that would be widely known and praised across Equestria.

Nightmare Moon shook her head. “Amateurs.” Yet the surroundings warped around them, and she was suddenly on stage, before an audience that swarmed from all over. “What?! Impossible! This is-”

“No longer the dream realm,” replied Beatrix who winked.

“You've spread your power across the area,” added Trixie. “We started to realize it while you worked us over. It's just like that time you summoned the Tantabus. You've trapped this villa in a bubble anyone who knows how can manipulate!”

Nightmare Moon growled, bent over and trapped in stocks, her flesh bared to the onlookers. Rather than a figure of fright, they instead leered and whistled, and her cheeks heated up. Memories of her life as Luna flashed through her mind, self-awareness returning to her, albeit momentarily, the darkness struggling to maintain its desperate hold over her scarred heart.

“Trixie, Beatrix, can you hear me? It's Luna,” she said in a softer voice to the magicians that surrounded her. “You have to drive the evil out of me. And to do that...” She blushed brighter and swallowed hard. “You must tame this flesh.”

Trixie cocked an eyebrow. “Whatever it takes?”

“Yes. Please. I surrender my body to you. Only you two can set me free!” She closed her eyes and whimpered.

Another nod was shared between the mother-daughter team who prepared for a whole new kind of show! First they levitated over a bottle of oil, uncorked it, rubbed their palms in the shiny liquid, and ran their hands over Nightmare Moon's voluptuous curves. Soon supple flesh glistened, wobbling and jiggling as it was brushed about, her dark nipples erect.

She opened her maw in a loud whine, wiggled her bottom, rubbing her wet inner thighs together. Her swollen heart-shaped clitoris peeked out, moist and pink, throbbing from the bottom of an exposed pussy that winked, its slick walls tethered by strings of her sweet nectar. Her bright asshole repeatedly clenched, begging to take a powerful horsecock into all her fuckholes.

“P-please,” begged the once proud Queen, nearly moved to tears.

Trixie landed a hard spank on her wide ass. “Who gave you permission to speak?!”

“Now, now, mom. She's not used to feeling so vulnerable,” chided Beatrix who stroked the Queen's starry mane.

“Oh please! And ponies call the Great and Powerful Trixie vain! At least I earned my place, rather than being born to glory! And still she's unsatisfied, playing second-fiddle to Celestia! It's time we teach this Nightmare Moon her place!” She kneaded the Queen's oiled up buttocks, rolled and smacked them, increasing the tempo and watching the supple flesh wobble. She left a couple of violent red hand prints to mark her as their possession, taking a moment to admire her handiwork with a sly grin.

Between the punishment and humiliation Lulamoon dealt, Beatrix pampered her using words and sensual caresses, mother-and-daughter working in tandem to strip away all her defenses. They could sense Luna trapped within and her determined to draw her, to both prove the punishment and absolution of guilt she needed while simultaneously reminding her she was loved.

Beatrix figured they called this good cop, bad cop? Luckily, they slipped right into their chosen roles!

“You've been a bad girl,” taunted Trixie who slapped their prey's hanging tits, squeezing the slippery orbs.

“I-I'm sorry,” whined Nightmare Moon and the mob cheered, the area cast in the crimson moon's eerie light. She panted, feeling their hands wandering about, molesting every inch of her, alternatively harsh and playful in their approach.

The duo wiggling their fingers and lit their horns, working a complicated spell both rarely used, made much simpler thanks to Nightmare Moon's power affecting the region. They grunted, their groans heating, flesh twisting as thick slabs of dual horsecocks spilled from between their thighs. “I think she's being a good girl now,” said Beatrix who patted the Queen's head.

“Very well. Time for her reward!” Trixie patted her twin cocks on the Queen's shapely ass. They oozed a trickle of precum that ran between her asscheeks, slathered her asshole and puffy pussy lips, which she stroked teasingly with her flare. “Huh, this will get in the way.” She nodded at the stocks. “Guess you've earned a little reprieve, for now!”

With a wiggle of her fingers that lit up like her horn, Trixie wrapped the top of the stocks in her aura, tore it away, and tossed it aside with a clunk, leaving the bottom so that their plaything could continue to recline on it for support.

“Hmm, just one hole for me.” Beatrix pouted and sighed in disappointment. She presented her dicks to Nightmare Moon's mouth, her flares already beaded with her own free that drooled out, like her mom crazed by a flood of fresh hormones.

They desperately wanted to breed her. To break her in, dominate her, make her submit. To fill her fertile womb to overflow with their virile seed. Their heads swam with need, breathing in her musk, unable to think of anything else but savagely fucking her!

Gripping the Queen's foal-bearing hips and mounting her with a grunt, Trixie poked and prodded at her loveholes, pushing until she slid inside. Silky walls hugged around her horsecocks, driven deep into her ass and pussy. She bared her teeth with a sneer, pounding into her with wet slaps, so lost in the moment she didn't care whether they split her in half between them.

“Let's destroy this sexy bitch,” cried Lulamoon who felt her cocks pulse under indescribable pleasure.

It proved too much for Beatrix, whose eyes practically swam into her head after the Queen opened her mouth and seized one of her shafts. The flare pulsed, and she fired a few small streams onto her tongue. “U-Umph,” she yelped and coated the Queen's tongue white in layers of runny baby batter that. Thankfully Nightmare Moon simply wrapped her loose hand around the other horsecock, and closed her lips around it, while she rubbed the used one on her cheek which smeared with dribbled cum.

Beatrix moaned and placed a hand on the Queen's head, rubbing it and telling her what a good girl she was some more, her hips bucking against Nightmare Moon's mouth on instinct. They battered her back-and-forth between them, used her to sate their own needs, which simply made the once proud Queen even wetter, eager to swallow up the last drop they loosed.

Once more the crowd, under the cursed moon's spell, lost their own inhibitions. Clothes were casually flung away, they danced and laughed, stallions and mares alike masturbating and breaking into a wild orgy. Cocks were taken and sucked from every direction, pussies pounded, fingered, and eaten, everyone lost under a need to sate their basest desires fast as possible!

Mother-and-daughter spanked and felt up Nightmare Moon, stroked and cooed, moaned and wheezed and slammed her between them. The Queen quivered, pendulous breasts swayed, buttocks slapped under the impact each time she was impaled.

Ramming in-and-out of tightening, squelching loveholes, Beatrix dug her nails into the Queen's mane, grinding her crotch into her face. She filled her gullet, her other horsecock still being stroked by Nightmare Moon's hand which rubbed it on her semen-stained cheek. “Oh yeah,” chirped Beatrix. “You're a good little cocksucking slut, aren't you~? Yes you are!”

Nightmare Moon stared up at her with half-lidded eyes, drawn to the slopes of Belladonna's bouncing breasts.

“Bet she's an even better fuck than her sister,” taunted Trixie who delivered another palm smack to the Queen's jiggly rump. “Check out those moons on her ass! She was made to be screwed! And we're going to pound her senseless!”

They continued to nail her, while the orgy spread throughout, making them thankful anyone too young was banned from attendance. Cum flew, splattering. Moist slaps echoed about. Some rutted themselves straight into exhaustion.

“Goddess she's tight,” growled out Trixie. “N-not going to last much longer-!”

“S-same,” admitted Beatrix whose eyelashes fluttered. Her shaft throbbed, overly sensitive, ready to be loosed. She increased her pace alongside Trixie, her own buttocks smacking and jiggling each time she thrust balls deep into her snout.

“Together,” cried Trixie. “Ah-!” Mother-and-daughter screamed as one, high-fiving over their well-bred bitch.

Pumping their embedded horsecocks into their chosen sexholes, Trixie's flare broke past the cervix and trapped itself into Nightmare Moon's womb. Explosions of cum rocketed into her slimy uterus and asshole, overfilling it to excess.

Belladonna packed in her own load, the Queen's cheeks puffing out, more exploding out her nostrils. Cum dribbled out her nose and popped, semen sticking to the contours of her mouth, while Beatrix's other cock shot thick ropes that slapped the Queen's soon well-painted face and hair. The Queen was forced to drink down salty spunk, a gallon of it sloshing in her swollen belly.

“Oh fuck yeah,” wheezed Trixie as she and Beatrix withdrew from gaped holes that gushed out small white waterfalls.

Huffing Beatrix said, “Guess we'll have to do the same as last time, huh? Contraceptive potions and a spell to make sure they all forget.” She plopped down on her barebottom, landing in a puddle of sticky horsecum, and shook her head with a grin.

“Think of it this way. Luna's back!” With a flourish Trixie waved at the Queen, the darkness abandoning her in wisps of darkness that resembled twisted faces, until only Luna remained, slumped in puddles of sticky semen, smiling.

“We saved Equestria again, huh? And all we had to do this time was fuck evil into submission!” She laughed.

“Come here you,” called Trixie and her daughter crawled on all fours to meet her mother who knelt. Still lost in the moment, their horsecocks retreating back into their heated flesh like they'd never existed, they scooped up handfuls of splooge into their mouths, hugging each other, swishing the frothy tang, passing it between them, their cunts winking under unsatisfied needs.

Spreading her daughter's thighs, Trixie pressed her pussy to Beatrix's, meaty pink, wet lips kissing, strings of juices connecting them. They ground their hips, folds squishing, stretching, and pulling, sticking together, dripping down their cute puckered assholes. They made out all the while, groping, spanking, biting, their twats squishing and squealching.

Their tits mashed, nipples rubbing, clits rubbing. Wrestling and rolling about in puddles of semen, they slid their slits together, squealing and winking and gushing small spatters of snatch honey. Their fingers interlinked, heads were cast back, and they came as one again, thighs shaking and squirting all over each other, leaving supple skin beaded in droplets of sweetness.

They collapsed beside each other. “I-I love you mom,” mumbled Beatrix sleepily.

“Me too, my little hellspawn. I know we'd never go this far under normal circumstances, but it's nice that cursed moon allowed us a chance to cut loose without any concerns.” They had momentarily lost their inhibitions and came that far, so both had decided to ride it out all the way, to satisfy any unspoken desires and get it out of their system in a safe environment.

“Yeah.” Beatrix smiled, nuzzling her bosom and clinging to her. To them it felt like a dream and so it hardly mattered what taboos they broke. “Let's take Luna in, okay? She'll need time to readjust to society. People will be scared of her.”

“You're probably right.” Trixie kissed her snout tip. “She's obviously weak, and needs to recover her power.”

“I'm sure it will help if we continue to tour and spread Nightmare Night across Equestria. Hey, maybe we can convince Luna to join our show? I'm sure she'll be a hit, especially if we can convince her to get naked on stage too...” She winked.

“Sure,” said Trixie who grinned back. “And no more cursed books, Trixie promises!”

The mother-daughter team watched the newly reborn Luna peacefully slumber, certain that after the return of one of its rulers Equestria would surely thrive. Despite a few mishaps, they had saved the world again!