Nightmare's Nightmare

Dusk Shine against Four Mothers

Nightmares’ Nightmare

Eris half danced, half skipped into view with a folded chair in arms. She then set it down and sat on it. With a snap of her digits, a collection of sex toys popped into exsistence and hovered over in varity. From dildos of many species to vibrators, lubricants and other debauchery. She then spread her legs to give view of her already wet nethers.
'Alright Author, this shit better be good!'

The dreamscape was here and he had no idea how he really got here. He knew he fell asleep but… the feeling was too real. The world was vivid with details and inescapable realism.

He was in Canterlot, the throne room to be exact. The weird part was that he was not in control of himself, almost like a viewer outside but in his own body. He looked around and tried to find any sign of the princesses but found none. A sudden look down and horror quickly consumed him as his body was a black coat of fur. He was tall, perhaps as tall as Celestia and was on her throne!

He tried to see the rest of him, feeling that his nightmare had come true! He was Nightfall once more!

He tried to call out for Luna or even Nightmare to come and help but his body refused to move. He was trapped within himself and found that nothing was allowing him to escape. Was this it? Was this the end that he accomplished should he become mad and insane enough?

His turmoil came to an initial stop when a mare in a maids outfit came towards him, holding a kettle of tea and a loaf of vanilla sweet bread. Dusk thought that she was his slave or some sort of mind controlled drone, hoping that he could get her to run away and find help.

But instead, the unicorn mare in question was smiling and seemed eager. She was using her magic, a baby blue color surrounding the plate, the same color that matched her coat and yellow mane. There was no mind control or evil way she was being influenced. In fact, his out of body experience was truly defined when he felt himself move and speak. His voice, while deep, was without venom, nor malice or dark. It was… eerily calm. “Thank you, Misty Sweeps.”

Did… did his evil counterpart just thank the maid instead of incinerating or even berating her? Confused, he watched the maid give a bow to him as she levitated the plate towards him. “My pleasure, King Dusk Shine.”

King? What happened to the prince or the other princess for that matter? Then another mare, a thestral, who was dressed in a professional suit came in, holding a notepad.

“King Dusk Shine, I come bearing news about your children.”

Dread filled his heart as he heard that but his darker voice gave an amused hum.

“Tell me Hollow Wind, have they succeeded?” He found himself speaking, while the tea and bread floated until it sat next to his chair.

The mare, his secretary, gave a nod and a warm smile. “Yes my king. Prince Nocturnal Night has established his kingdom over the thestral empire. They took great joy at his ascension quickly and are starting trade roots as we speak.
Prince Spike has successfully ascended into the role of Dragon Lord and controls the dragons, though he hopes that you will be there for the hatching of his brood with Lord Ember.
Mirage is helping the hive expand the tunnels and borders between the changelings, diamond dogs and Equestria successfully. Though there might be a small asked donation of diamonds from the Canterlot mines below as expected by the Diamond dogs.”
Dusk gave a small shrug. “Smal, big, as long as it gets done. Please continue.”

A nod. “Prince Umbra has finished negotiations with the Yax north of his Crystal Empire and the yeti. He was also able to imprison the Windigos for study and/or do as you please with them. Finally...” There was a pause, a low sigh left his secretary, almost in annoyance.

She pulled out a note that seemed to have transformed into a red licorice paper that had blueberry ink writing. She grumbled as she unfolded it. “And as for Princess Screwball… She has successfully established peaceful contact with the… ‘alien xenomorphs’ of LV-426 as well as other creatures from ‘that’ universe.” She then pulled with her a small box. “She said that they gave her a gift as a peace offering.”

He could feel himself smile, taking a small bite of the bread. Sweet vanilla consumed his taste buds, though he began wondering how real this dream really was. “Open it.” Not so much a command but a request. The mare did so albeit hesitantly. Pulling out the top, she saw that it was an egg or something inside.

The thestral mare looked at it confusingly then backed up at him. “An egg?”

Dusk gave her a shrug, giving a few more bites to the bread and finishing it. Taking a quick gulp of his tea, he floated the saucer and cup over to his maid, who bowed and left. He stood up from his throne and descended down. “If nothing else, I will be retiring to my chambers, I’ll return shortly. I’ll send a letter to Spike that I will arrive and let my foals know that I am pleased by their progress, their mothers would be proud.”

Hollow Wind pointed at the box, not seeing that the egg top had opened up into four splits. “What about the egg, my king?”

Just as she finished saying that, she saw movement from the egg and looked down. The top of the egg opened in four sections like a flower. A few throbs came from within and without warning…

“Please handle it with great care, Hollow Wind,” Came an even tone from Dusk, as he continued to walk away.

There was no time to react as something launched itself from the egg and directly to the mare, causing her to let out a muffled cry and latch itself directly onto her face, causing her to collapse on the floor.
“You know my daughter and her practical jokes!” He called out from the hallway, disappearing from view.

Dusk saw himself walking by the many doors in the castle, some he never actually saw in Canterlot, while others downright bizarre. His darker side must’ve done something different to it. He passed many hallways, many doors, but only until he recognized a few that it really threw him off.

Some had the cutie marks of ponies he recognized, including his friends, each of their marks on the door. Were they… prisoners here or were they staying with him?

He didn’t get an answer until he came upon his door, bearing his cutie mark or rather… his darker half’s cutie mark. Much like his own with the six pointed star, this one was a dark violet star, with a deep blue ring that connected the smaller stars together. Upon his approach, the door split upon in the middle of his mark and showed his be chambers.

The giant doors opened and darkness created him. His eyes automatically adjusted to it and his giant of a bedroom was lit. A room that would make Celestia’s look miniscule, had an inner library, a large desk, a balcony and a giant bathroom. However, the heart of the room was a master bed, big enough to for many ponies or… a few alicorns.

This being the case for there upon the bed, was his captive. Laying on his bed with velvet sheets and blankets, was Nightmare Moon.

His mind instantly turned and horror morphed across his face, as the implications became real, yet it was almost quickly eased upon her state. Her body was at a normal, healthy state, no signs of mistreatment or ill will of any kind. Her face was… calm and looked like she was sleeping.

The physical aspect was more than just that though. Her legs were spread, showing her bare and unhidden loins to him. Her magical tail was a normal one; currently held and tied up and around her waist. Her teats were visible as well, light blue and slightly enlarged.

“So…” He heard himself start. “...Our foals are doing well.” Nightmare didn’t respond, staying possibly asleep as he spoke. “Our son is the current ruler of the Nightlands, being accepted without rebellion or without any malice. In fact, reports say they welcomed him.”

A deep inhale filled her form, then a low exhale, almost as if resting with weary or in concern. Dusk didn’t know what had happened, but he could feel a bad vibe starting to arise… from below.

Lowering his large head to her hind legs, Dusk/Nightfall inhaled her nethers, bringing in an aroma of midnight skies and low lavender, triggering a distant memory of his past at being in this situation before. “I figured that if our foals were successful and rulers, perhaps we could try for some more?” A low growl left him. He didn’t get a verbal response, but he knew that she knew what he wanted. She rolled to her stomach and without opening her eyes, she spread her legs and lifted her tail away from her privates.

“Ahh… so then you agree with bearing me another heir?”

No response. She pushes herself to the edge of the bed and lets her legs dangle. Her lips were soft, but no sign of arousal. He could fix that. Using his magic, he gently lifted her hind legs so that he wouldn’t strain himself(not like he could) and almost buried his snout into her marehood.

The first, audible reaction came from her and it was a moan, but it was involuntary and came out muffled through the pillow. Nightfall/Dusk continued to rub his snout on her cunny, pressing and inhaling, drinking in the aroma of his mare. The overwhelming musk of her walls make his head spin, to the point where now, just touching her with his tongue makes it like a drug.

Nightmare sighs as his tongue, a forked draconic tongue, still thick and wide like a pony’s, presses on her outer lips, earning a small wink; one of many to come. He teased her outer labia, lapping the thick lips and sending shivers down her spine.

Nightfall/Dusk also rubbed her swollen teats, not sure why they were, but he used his magic to massage her mammaries. This sent her to an all spasm state, her moans now louder, no longer hiding them.

This made him smile and he held back no more. She was his and her body belonged to him. Nothing else to him mattered…

…Where had the thought come from?

There was a shift in his perspective and he soon found his face covered in secretions; Nightmare moon had just climaxed and squirted hard across his face, leaving a somewhat thick coating of mare cum across him. Her moan vibrated throughout her body and sent shivers to her hind legs.

Was that all from a few seconds of licking her or had it been minutes?

The stench and feeling of her on his head was overpowering. He hadn’t even felt himself becoming hard and rigid, to the point where it actually hurt. He felt his power long shaft had emerged from his shethe, hanging low but stiff as a sword. Audible drops of pre could be heard falling onto the floor.

The taste was… heavenly, almost like a drug. It was thick and warm within his mouth, feeling him with pure euphoria without restraint. Swallowing was as easy as water, relishing in it was like fine wine. She was ready whether she wanted it or not.

Dreadful guilt washed over him, but his body and mouth spoke when he restraint from doing so.

“Oh my dear sweet Selene… How I enjoy your obedient nature. It makes me so happy of your eternal devotion to your king. But you know what I would want more than anything else in Equestria?” As he had been speaking, he had placed both hooves either side of her own, slowly lowering his giant body over hers, his organ had plopped and landed on her flanks.

Dusk held a great inner feeling of discomfort and unwanted need to do this, especially since she has yet to speak or even look at him.

As his head lowered near her ear, his sharp teeth took a small piece of her pointed ear into them. A small nip at the tip and a whimper of pain left her. He just barely scraped the top, earning a chuckle before pulling at it.

The whimper turned into a moan, he pressed his large cock down in between her legs, letting it pressed onto her ponut, smearing his dripping pre upon it. He tested her, pressing the tip just at the entrance while he slowly nipped at her ear. The giant throbbing organ pressing against her sensitive bits, though he did not want to forever tease, he did like to get them excited.

Nightmare was still quiet overall, not saying anything or doing anything. Her moans were her only voice and while it wasn’t the primary to what she had really wanted, he thrived off hearing her.

His reality shifted once more and he suddenly found himself already mounted and buried inside of Nightmare. The sudden shift from teasing to already burying himself inside her, caused a massive amount of adrenaline and dopamine to flood his mind. A gasp left him as the surge had him slam himself deep inside of the mare, causing her to groan out loudly. Whether pain or pleasure… he did not care.

His size alone filled her cunt easily and the way her tight warm walls hugged him, made him never want to leave her body. He pulled his body close on and over her, keeping close and tight to her.

He shoved as much of himself, deep inside of her marehood and made her shudder at his giant cock sinking deeper to her core. A loud moan left Nightmare, a spasm of fluids gushed around his cock and coating everything underneath her in fluids. His balls hung low enough to get doused in some of her secretions, pressing against her clit.

The King groaned in triumphant, feeling his mare shudder and thrive at his sexual prowess. Once he had fully hilted himself, Nightfall/Dusk lowered his head once more over her, pressing his snout on her.

“Tell me, my dear Selene… who do you belong to?” A moment of silence, Dusk inwardly trying to fight off the idea of having anyone belong to him. He shouldn’t own anyone!

“...You” It was barely a whisper but it sounded so broken.

He grinned, pulled out his cock out of her cunny halfway before slamming back at her full force. She let out a cry, again he couldn’t tell from pain or pleasure, even with her walls squeezing him and another surge of pussy juices leaving her.

“I didn't quite hear that my dear. I shall ask you… AGAIN!” He growled deeply, almost sounding draconic in nature. He pressed his body down on her hashly, compressing his body on her and the bed. Again, a moan left her, unrecognizable from pain or pleasure… or both. “WHO DO YOU BELONG TO!?” He growled aloud.

This time, he pulled back out again and slammed her harder, keeping her body compressed to the bed. A cry left her… Dusk knew this was of…

“You!” She cried! Tears ran down her face, red flush filled her features and a spray of mare cum expelled from her body. Nightfall/Dusk grinned as he felt her body compulse in ecstacy at being so degraded.

He let out a sharp laugh before pulling out, feeling all the excess juice of her fluids leave her hole, though he slammed back in once more before more could escape. He built a strong and heavy rhythm of thrusting against her. Her moans and groans echoed in the room as well as the wet smacks of their bodies upon collision.

Dusk felt every bit of pleasure from his organ, the tight quenching of walls around him to the point it was a single focus point of his high. Nightfall relished in the act, the full euphoria of pounding into the mare below him

His mare, his mate… his own, all of her, belonged to him and relished in it with glorious rigor. Each thrust, each grunt, each orgasm that he brought her, was not meant for her, but for him. To bring him pleasure, to bring him solace and to ensure that as long as she lived her immortal life, that she belonged to him. Everything of hers or ever will be, belonged to him.

The mare was in pain and pleasure, but that didn’t matter to him. The bed soaked with her juices, but they mattered not. The sheer possibility of her getting pregnant again was high and he knew that he would enjoy every moment of it.

Dusk/Nightfall lost count of how many orgasms Nightmare had but it did not matter. His approach was endless, he could achieve climax whenever he wanted, fucking her endlessly with tire or lost of stamina. He would rut her everyday if he so chose.

Even with their sweaty bodies, he always enjoyed the fact that with their breeding, she still smelled so sweet of lavender. Her juices just spiced up her scent that it became a drug.

His reality shifted again but this time, the tingling in his lower extremities was strong all of a sudden. Growling, he leaned down to her ear. “I am coming close, Selene! And when I cum, know that I will flood you with my seed and you will bear my foals! As many as I demand, as many as I seek! You are mine and nothing more than just a mare for my own leisure! Say it!”

Through half gasps of pleasure, Nightmare managed to cry out, “I-I-I am yours!”

He thrusted hard, slamming into her with righteous intent. “Again!” He commanded.

“I-I-I am yours!” She cried out again, another blissful and painful orgasm left her quaking body.

“And what are you to me?!” He demanded, his balls quenching and ready to spill.

“Nothing! I am just a mare for breeding!!” She managed to explain one last time. Her voice gave out as did her will.

With a roar of a dragon, Dusk slammed into his mare and flooded her womb with his seed. The powerful orgasmic release suddenly have Dusk/Nightfall break the world around them.

Dusk gasped as he felt overwhelming pleasure leave his body but then, his body and mind spun so hard that he jerked almost forwards. His reality shifted harshly and he found himself surrounded by white walls.

He caught himself on all fours, each hoof on either side of… Nightmare Moon. His body was over her, practically touching belly to belly and his eyes staring almost directly up at her.

His adrenaline and high off the surge of ecstasy quickly dropped him back to reality as well as memories. It became real apparent how his dream/night terror was connected to reality and that while he had been raping Nightmare Moon as Nightfall in his dream, in the real world… he had raped Nightmare as Dusk Shine.

The shock came hard and the fear bleeding with absolute dread consumed him. His cock slipped from her entrance, leaving the amount of fluids to leave her body. A thick gooey trail of seed and ejaculation poured out of her cunt and directly onto the bed. The musk was so heavy that it filled the room, in which anypony that would come in would be able to tell immediately what had transpired.

Dusk was still in shock but Nightmare was… not; content but neither in pain or discomfort. She looked unfazed by the event, as if she had planned it.

… She had planned it. She planned for it all. Another ploy to get him to drop his guard and get him to do something unwillingly.

Guilt and remorse turned to anger and frustration. He knew that she was weak and broken, so why do this again? Her eyes shifted and quickly understood his coming wrath. Instead of fear or regret, she answered slowly.

“That was you, at least your darker side.” He blinked and instantly, his anger vanished. He stared at her incredulously, almost in shock at her words. She continued before he could even ask. “I-I know you did not want to do this but… your inner self, Nightfall,” He flinched at the name. “-Wanted this for a long time. I could… feel his anger, his rage and I hoped that by doing this, will quell that part of you.” A paused and she shifted, feeling more of his see pool from her cunt before sighing. “He should feel satisfied for now, though I am not sure if he still wants to do the same to the others.”

Dusk blinked heavily, a frown reforming on him. He pulled off of her and got off the bed. Using his magic, he quickly cleaned, dispelled and even removed the scent in the room. Multiple spells weaving together into a complex matrix of magic that no normal unicorn could perform at once.

He knew that but no one else did and with that knowledge, he cleared the room like nothing had happened, even with the seed that remained in her womb, it was like nothing came about of the last few minutes.

Nightmare was astounded by a bit of his prowess though she chose to remain silent. Not facing her, he spoke in a softer tone. “You make it sound like… he and I are two different beings?”

Nightmare nodded, though he could not see it. “Like Luna and I.” It came like a statement but it could be interpreted as a question. He had no doubt that since a time ago, Nightfall was a part of his psyche and just like Luna and Nightmare, perhaps a permanent part of him.

He wanted to get mad but it also felt like some inner weight had left him… and perhaps some excess in his balls too.

“... The nighterror you just gave me was a way of him to what? Get revenge on you? To make me feel like I got back at you for what you all did to me?” He sounded panic and it showed, but now, distrust began to consume him once more.

Nightmare saw and shook her head. “I don’t expect forgiveness but I do expect you to understand that there is a darker side of you. I and the others are responsible for it. Your friends are the ones that keep you from unleashing it, but it is us that will still suffer his wrath.”

She rolled her body to the side and then slowly slid over the edge of the bed. He stood back and watched, a bit astounded as she effortlessly slowly landed on all fours with ease. There was no wobble, there was no struggle and while she didn’t seem to fully gain back her full power, the nighterror was enough.

His eyes still portrayed his distrust but knew this was not over by a long shot. She was still taller than him, but he had gained a few inches since they clashed. Her stature was not intimidating nor imposing. In fact, she looked normal in a sense of a giant pony and even favored a limb to look less than what she was.

She then steadied him with a look of sadness. “I wish to know that… with the distrust I placed on you again, that you do not place it on our sons or the foals.”

Dusk frowned. “I would never-”

“Then we are done here and while I know you do not wish to, it is best to help the others as well. While you may not need them, the foals will need their mothers. It would be up to you to decide whether they can be cured to being something better than they or, teach the foals not to be like we were before.” A pause before her features slumped and sadness consumed her. The next words that came from him were forever burned into his mind.

“The terror that we shared was not a concept of what you may become, rather it's a vision of a future where the Age of Nightfall may still happen and I would rather die than live in a future where our foals are part of the end of the world. I ask that if you end us, that our foals are not around to witness it.”

With a small gasp, Eris came, as a large variety of dildoes and vibrators were shoved inside of her pussy, creating a gascade of a literal waterfall of her juices onto the floor. The river of secretions continued on, even if she felt satisfied.
'Well almost satisfied! That was good, a bit dark but I thought you moved past that faze but whatever... Oh? Is it my turn?
"YES!!! Can't wait!" Pointing a figure and a small growl. "You BETTER make my clop scene good... or else!!"
With a snap of her claws, she dissapeared in a poof.

...Peeking the corner, "Author, is she gone?
'...'
'Can I watch the next one?'
'...'

Author's Note

Holy Fcking shipping of Dusk and Four Villianesses!!! Months of this and it has arrived!! Now, I have posted a blog regarding the delay, but as for the overall delay with months, it has been weird. Not bad, just weird. Like... even Discord would be like WTF?
Sorry Eris... anyways, the clop was dark and I didn't want to add the tag again, so for now, this is the darkest chapter. After that it gets pretty light.
Now, since I already made the poll stating the foals will not be involved, you WILL NOT see any foalcon here with them. I will not post them here.
As for the rest of the series. THe clop from here on out should be easier and hopefull I can update soon. Sorry for the delay , lak of edit and timing. Thanks for still reading though!