Chapters 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...?
“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.
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!
