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Cum to the Dark Side
The sharpclicking of heels on the marble floor of Canterlot Castle was melodic, their steady rhythm ringing through the halls as they approached a grand set of double doors The moon insignia stamped on them stood out in their regency. She smiled at the sight, her eyes and fangs gleaming in the glass-like reflection. In a past life, being able to walk through these halls made her giddy. Maybe one day, she’d thought, her generosity and entrepreneurial spirit would get her a majestic place like this, shared with all her friends.
Friends.
Indeed.
For Nightmare Rarity, that word was now the epitome of everything that held her back. Giving her time, her being, over and over again for those who never truly appreciated it. So much understanding of the pony condition came from Rarity’s memories, reinforcing her own beliefs concerning the commoners. It also came with one psychological epiphany that let her see her fellow Elements and the Princesses for what they were: their pathological entitlement.
Just as clearly as the crystal gates parting before her.
She threw the door to her throne room open. Taking a seat on her plush throne, the sides of her royal purple robe slipping off her shoulders, Nightmare Rarity silently seethed over her ‘friends’. Goodness, Equestrians always thought they were correct. Hubris-ridden over harmony, the lot of them. And if they didn’t get what they wanted, when they wanted, they threw little tantrums. They pitched little ‘how could you?!’s. They trapped her in moons, alone, for millennia on end.
Even now, Nightmare dwelled back to one of her previous memories. When she was only Rarity. When she was only mortal.
In Manehattan’s heart, she found herself in a white coat. Her mane was bright purple instead of white-threaded amethyst. Then a little filly - red-maned, with freckled cheeks dotting her cheeks - was pushed toward her in a busy street by Applejack. Just as Rarity was running late for a Boutique meeting with Sassy Saddles.
Babs Seed had asked that Rarity for a signature - her signature! - on a pair of roller skates that Rarity had apparently made for her. And that Rarity did something the Nightmare could never stand; she gave this filly, called Babs Seed, her time for free.
“But not right now, darling,” she said. “We can do it later.” And Babs had kept a strong face - until she went back to bury her face in Applejack’s schedule.
Applejack said it was nothing to worry about. “Don’ worry, Rarity, Babs is just a lil’ impatient ‘cuz of this Roller Derby contest she’s got in an hour. You don’t gotta feel bad.”
Yet now, that moment, that one in her past life’s span, infuriated Nightmare Rarity the most. How could she - how could Rarity - ever care for a wastrel of a pony enough to say, “No, Applejack. Hand me those skates, I’ll see to it they have the mark of Rarity allupon them. Here and now!”
That only made Nightmare Rarity snarl. The door creaking open before she realized it; this was supposed to be her private time.
A bat pony Night Guard clambered into her throne room, and that pony was lucky he was a stallion. Immediately, Nightmare clicked her tongue. The Night Guard realized the order. He approached Nightmare and dropped to his knees, the clinking of his armor muffed by the velvet rug.
Nightmare Rarity then flipped up the tails of her robe, let the throbbing maremeat between them slide out with a plap, and cradled the titanic testes underneath them. “Slurp my sack, Guard. And if you enter my throne-room without knocking again, your head will decorate this one.” Her fingers clasped around the bulb of her massive cock. Pumping it up and down, she purred as she felt the Royal Guard’s fangs and tongue brush against her tight cumsacs.
As she let herself get lost to the bliss - and the heady scent of her nuts as they popped in and out of the Guard’s smirking mouth - Nightmare cursed that stupid filly she met a while ago. Yes, again. That Babs Seed, already at age 10, had been taught by the so-called Element of Honesty that she was owed something from her! Her past self might have been that much of a quisling, but now...
“Fuck, Rarity. Can you even fathom how glad I am to be free of you?” hissed Nightmare Rarity.
Her gaze swiveled to the glass chamber looming behind her throne, and the hoof-sized jewel dangled across the top of it. “Free -ah!- of your restraint? Free of your Element-laden baggage?”
Speaking of jewels, her own crown jewels were twitching under the bat pony’s expert tongue. Shamelessly, Nightmare Rarity’s free hand knuckled in the crest of her Guard’s helmet, pushing him further on her ball sack as she moaned. She was so close, just thinking of the possibilities before her.
Nightmare Rarity purred throatily. Just like this insolent Night Guard, this world now turned to please her, rather than the other way around. Her proudest conquest was the very entity in that tubule behind her. Even now, Nightmare Rarity’s eyes dilated at the sight of Luna’s magic-suspended body as it floated listlessly in her pod.
You had the moon, I have this, Nightmare bitterly hissed to her former host. A monument to my power. The centerpiece of my night-mare Wonderland.
Nightmare Rarity's libido intensified at that satisfying statement. Her hips pistoning her nuts into the bat pony’s mouth and her cock’s shaft into her tight hand. Pleasure bubbled through her like brandy,
Before, Nightmare Rarity bathed in what she and only she had ever earned in her takeover of Equestria: entitlement. She’d been more than fair to those ingrates, only usable as her cum-dumpsters and playthings now. Even Twilight had the nerve, after swaddling herself in her perfect outfits for so long, to spit in her face.
Only days before, Nightmare had made the dethroned Princess stand before her. She’d yelled at her for her exploitation of her host’s talent for her friendship cult crusade. It should have been perfect, denouncing the crownless alicorn for thinking herself above the new Rarity. But even in Nightmare's greatest moment (Besides hearing Celestia scream for her to breed her in the middle of their mating press), Twilight found a way to piss her off.
“Why do you stay in this world, then, Nightmare?” Twilight had shouted, her limbs rigid with tranquil rage, her eyes brimming with hurt despite her lack of scars. “Why keep me around if you can’t stand what Equestria once was?!”
Maybe it was because Twilight was on the mark. Even as Nightmare Rarity screamed in bliss and shot her seed in a geyser over her Guard’s head, the specter of those wretched Elements of Harmony still haunted her. They disappeared, though lost when she subdued the Mane Five and Celestia on that moon. But Nightmare Rarity knew better, even as every new day allowed her own Rarity Regency gain more ground over Equestria. Those Elements were around. As long as they existed, she was unsafe.
And only one being in this world made her feel safe.
Her number one assistant.
And in he came, those purple scales glinting in the hauntingly blue and purple rays washing over her throne room.
Spike.
Even now, he was impudent. Resistant. Revulsed, if the crinkling of his snout on the cumbaths she gave her royal bat pony was any indication.
And for some reason, Nightmare actually… felt a pit sink in her heart at that disgust. It wasn't just because of the appetizing hemipenes between Spike’s legs, covered up by the apron over his lower body. It wasn‘t just his well-toned pecs, still straining behind the straps on his blouse and frilly apron.
It was because, for some reason, Spike cared. Despite the twist to his jaw, his eyes still watered with that pleading light he’d only ever shared with Rarity. From their trip up the mountain after his greed had once overtaken him and she brought him back, he seemed to have a soft spot for her, no matter what form she took.
And it showed in how willing he gave himself to Nightmare Rarity, night after night, rushing to help clean and cook after her just as if she were Twilight herself. He still believed that Nightmare Rarity would free his own Rarity. He still thought every “You can let her go, Nightmare. Let us all go. You’re better than this…” he whispered as he left her bedchambers mattered.
It should have been enough to make Spike cat food. Oh yes, Opal was another trophy of her reign - with all the newfound size, speed, and appetite of a Timberwolf. But Nightmare Rarity couldn’t hate Spike. Every picture of him (twenty-six, she counted) she’d smashed against a wall was soon repaired in her sleep. Every curse on his name she’d uttered with her eyes shut was soon followed by a “Don’t stop!” as she rode her hand to orgasm.
Nightmare Rarity had to break Spike. Before he broke her.
Her heart was jackhammering away in her chest as he approached. Two sharp-nailed hands tugged at her breast to relieve the slow throb. Nightmare Rarity never tolerated such uncontrollable changes in her mood, let alone in this way. But yet, any rage she should be feeling at Spike doing this was absent. And if it wasn’t rage budding in her bosom, if it wasn’t frustration, what was Nightmare Rarity feeling?
No matter Nightmare thought as her hips pumped further into the Night Guard’s drooling mouth. What I‘m feeling will be to my liking soon enough.
She snapped her fingers, and the Guard pulled back, the last strings of her seed pasting his cheeks as he tried to keep off his dopey grin. Sadly, the keyword was ‘tried’, and her glowing horn soon sent the Night Guard hurting out of the open door as her lip curled in disgust. Another flash and most of the drops of pearly white littering her rug were gone. All that remained was Spike.
And hopefully, a better subject than the one who dared smile during his punishment.
“Welcome back, Tyke!” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “Do you know why you’re here?” The near smirk grew wider. “Because you need to know why the other Elements aren’t.”
“Why is that?” Spike asked. Even now, he was curious to know the psyche of the spirit who’d taken his love’s form.
“Because I am done with their hanging on to my legacy. They’re all corrupted by complacency, and nopony has had the power to stand against them. Not until I arrived. Not until the world slipped back into its beautiful Nightmare.” A flick of her mane let her twisting locks scrape at her large nipples. Her fist-sized areolas twitched, just like her grin. “This isn’t a takeover, Spike. This is a take-back, of the delusion that anypony accepts harmony without pain.”
“But that’s a lie!” Spike bellowed, dropping the duster and goblet in his hands. Nightmare Rarity's horn flare kept the grape wine from spilling on the floor. “I-We never had a problem with you until you took over Luna, and… and…” His head turned away at that point.
“I set them free, Tyke.” Rarity crossed her legs again, poofing away her still-stiff member when it got in the way. Again her pussy showed itself, juices trickled down to stain the throne as she continued. “Free of any obligation to a world that refuses to confess its problems. That we six were called - forced, really - to fix their issues is a black mark on ponykind. And when that fails, they bounce on their hooves, claiming my exile and expulsion made me… a bitter pony.”
She scoffed loudly.
“Well, Equestria is wrong. I am jubilant today. But as I returned to this world, I was actually depressed. Like a dark cloud had settled on my mind. At first, I thought it was due to the Elements. Maybe the sister that rejected her own flesh and blood, Luna, for accepting me? No, defintely the land that paid no tribute to its undeterred from the truth - their needed Nightmare!
“But no, it was the poneis of Equestria that were depressing me. And if they had a problem with that, perhaps they can do the same thing I did. Take a trip, as I did - which I am shockingly grateful to Fluttershy and the others for doing for me! Yes indeed, if Equestria has a problem with Nightmare Rarity’s Regency, they can all go…”
Nightmare paused for dramatic effect.
“...to hell!” Again, Nightmare flopped back into her throne. The motion cast her mane over her face, making her whine lowly. It also kept her stomach from upsetting over the pained look shooting across Spike’s face.
Hmph, she thought. Guess that trait of empathy stayed too.
Thankfully for her, she had the cure to that malaise. “And you clearly agreed, Tyke! Otherwise, you would've made it so it was you and me all alone in that final battle too!”
“It’s Spike!” he bellowed, Nightmare Rarity's eyes billowing at the outburst. Yet once again, all she wanted to do with Spike’s mouth was suck it right off, before it slurped her pussy dry. “And I can’t believe anypony claiming to be Rarity would say this!”
“It’s about what you did too, Tyke!” Nightmare Rarity traced a finger on the rim of the wine-filled cup as it approached her. With a sip, the taste of grapes and black currant danced over her tongue. “Remember, when Luna had the great idea to trap me in your Fire Ruby?” Her finger jutted toward the crimson crystal above her throne. “Then you volunteered to get in me to find out how to take me down?” Her cum slick hand tapped against her temple.
“...that’s not what I said.”
“Oh, but you only needed to ask for that anyway, darling!” Rarity said. “Since you’re such a stickler for the truth, though, let’s watch what you did together. Shall we, dear?” And he thorn shot a beam toward the Fire Ruby above Luna’s containment pod. Luna’s body twitched as it was forced to trigger the dream, Spike’s eyes soon glazing over.
“P-please no, Rarity, please…” he begged. But it was too late, as the memory thought buried long ago sprang to life.
Spike’s travels across this dream Canterlot had finally brought him to Twilight's tower - in the very room she’d once called home. And which Spike definitely called his birthplace. Princess Luna had warned him that her sleepwalker spell would take from his memories to ground him in this dream.
The pony he was here to save, however, was the new issue. For as he turned toward the main room, he saw what was possibly one of them. Rarity bounded toward him, all smiles and scandalous lingerie. “Thank goodness!” she bubbled, swallowing Spike up in a hug. “I just managed to get away from that dreadful Nightmare! We have to leave, now!”
Spike nodded at first, despite how Rarity looked. Wherever this Nightmare was, she likely had Luna hostage. The alicorn had been snatched from Spike within minutes of entering Nightmare Rarity’s mind. And his nerves lit up over what would happen to her if he didn’t stop this monster.
However, as he and Rarity turned into Twilight's main room, Rarity was blasted back by a magical laser. The fire was standing over Luna as it protected her. Definitely, it had the determined stance of Rarity as well. But there were significant differences between this pony and the one she’d launched into the wall.
Mainly due to it crying in a distorted voice, “Please, Spike, don’t set me on fire! I’m Rarity!”
Spike’s blazing maw ebbed down as he took in this new situation. He would have rushed to her. Really, he would’ve. But the massive blur surrounding this pony’s entire body and masking their voice made him doubt it. Frankly, so was the fact that a downed Princess Luna was underneath her. The Queen of the Night wasn’t easy to take down - if this pony was somehow responsible, he knew it wouldn’t be the real Rarity.
Spike did have a way of telling them apart though. The likely knew everything Rarity knew, but not all that he knew - namely about what he’d do for Rarity. “Look, you two! Luna’s got enough energy to bring two of us back!” Quickly, he revealed the object they were planning to trap Nightmare Rarity in - a Luna-augmented Fire Ruby crystal. “But I can’t decide which of you is real! And we’re running out of time! So…”
And he took a deep breath.
“I’ll send you both back, and take my chances here.” His head fell. “Because I couldn’t bear it knowing I failed to save the right Rarity.”
The blurred pony’s response was almost immediate. “Then… take yourself and Luna back! I’d rather no Rarity return than that one!” Her hoof pointed at the recovering Rarity-lookalike.
“Never mind her! If you must stay here Spike, then take me too!” shouted the other Rarity.
Spike’s jaw worked as he pondered both Raritys’ statements. Then he shot out his Fire Ruby toward his intended target. He was sure he knew which Rarity was the fake now.
One blinding rush of Ruby-made light later, Spike awoke to the soft cushiony warmth of a throne. For once he wallowed in the feel, despite it going against all his habits as a dragon assistant. Even before Twilight had become the pony he’d dedicated his life to helping, he always saw sleep as an impediment. It meant less time taking in the world, less time shared with his friends, less time to find out if they were in danger.
But that last perception was what made him slowly open his eyes. His friends were in danger. Hopefully, he’d helped free them from a curse that'd plagued them since the Elements first came together. If that meant he chased away his own doubts for a day, that was an easy price to pay.
Looking to his right, he saw no Princess Luna. The yawning expanse of Nightmare Rarity’s throne room still greeted him. And so did the Fire Ruby next to Spike, glowing vibrantly with its newest cargo. The blurry pony was banging its hooves against the glass, but for the first time, Spike could make out a distinguishing feature on its face.
Namely, the sparkles trickling down from its eyes. Stars thought Spike. Just as much a symbol of the Night as the Moon. Guess I got the right one.
As he pulled his gaze upward more evidence popped up to prove his theory right. Apparently, his sleep had taken him right to Nightmare Rarity’s plushy throne. Sprawled upon the other end of it, now properly proportioned, was Rarity herself. It’d been so long since Spike had seen her alabaster coat, her flawless eyelashes, her perfect purrs while she snoozed, that he couldn't help himself.
“Rarity!” Spike cried as he barreled himself into Rarity's chest, waking her up. “Thank Luna! I thought we’d lost you!”
Rarity trembled a bit. “...y-yes, my wonderful Spike.” One of her hands went to ruffle his hand spines, smiling a little at the giggle Spike gave into her smaller-but-still-generous chest. “Would you mind telling me what I’ve done since we… last met?”
“Later Rarity. Later. I’m just happy you’re safe.”
“Why wouldn't I be, Spike?” At this, Spike looked up to Rarity's face, her eyelashes gone as her blue eyes fixed on her savior. “After all, saving me’s just what my number one assistant does.”
Spike felt a spike of ice touch his heart as two facts collided at once. Even stuck clutching Rarity’s chest, the wrongness of this situation finally crystallized before his shrinking green eyes.
Rarity had no eyelashes anymore.
Rarity hadn’t called her Spikey.
And Rarity had called him her number one assistant.
“Uh, Rarity… are you sure you’re okay?”
“Unbelievable so, Tyke. And I have you to thank for ending my lesser half’s struggles” And that cinched it in for Spike, pun intended. Whatever thing was in front of him, it’d manipulated him and used Twilight to do it. The raven-black sheen her coat and mane gained as she stretched out further on her chair only made the look match the malevolence. Sinful, sinister… and sexy.
That liquid might have been Spike’s brain was ready to short-circuit. “B-but you said you’d sacrifice yourself for Twilight! You said you were ready to give your life!” Despairingly, Spike’s eyes turned to the Fire Ruby. Suddenly, those sparkles brimming at the eyes of the figure in weren’t like stars.
They were like tears.
And Spike felt several well up at his eyes’ edges as his folly finally revealed itself. “Rarity... “ he sobbed, sinking to his knees, looking at the mare he loved so futilely banging against her prison.
“Oh, all the Rarity you need is right in front of you, Tyke,” said Nightmare Rarity, her horn igniting. Spike was soon dragged before her, his eyes still affixed on the trapped gem. Another mana flash started the beginning of a bulge forming at her crotch. “And as to your interpretation of my words, I believe they were ‘Take me instead’. So… take me.”
“Don’tyou just love trips down memory lane, Tyke?” asked Nightmare Rarity. She thrust out her chest, her tits bouncing with every boisterous laugh. “And now, for how you’ve made me exert so much effort to educate you, perhaps some tribute is in order.”
Spike knew what was next when Nightmare Rarity demanded tribute, from her ‘number one assistant.’ He swallowed a wad of air held in more by resignation than rage. He had to admit, Nightmare Rarity did look great enough for him to lose himself in her. Her face was still soft and inviting, despite the increasing number of times it twisted into a sadistic grin.
Even now, Spike could see that Nightmare Rarity had freshly fingered herself to glorious orgasm beforehand. The sparkling remnants of her explosive release soaked the throne and her legs.
Spike despised it. Rarity would never tolerate so callous a treatment of her own throne.
It didn’t stay long, though, but it was an arbiter of far dirtier things to come. Even as Nightmare’s horn lit up to wipe away every drop of moisture on her seat, Spike knew why she did this. And that reason was forming between Nightmare’s legs.
Within seconds, a throbbing pack of muscle and veins at Nightmare Rarity's crotch soon extended, narrowing into a half-flaccid cock. Even Spike’s eyes focused on the meat pole pushing against the white G-string to its limit, the plump organ nearly as thick as his leg. Nightmare Rarity seemed to get off on the tension, both in her lower garment and Spike’s body.
“What do you want me to do, Nightmare?”
“What you always did since our true first meeting, Tyke,“ she whistled, pulling at the crotch of her panties, letting it snap back against the hoof-sided testicles as they churned with cum. “Keep your Mistress happy,” she gasped, the sharp slap of white satin against her veiny cumsacs making her tongue flip out.
Spike fought down the erection pushing at his apron - futilely and took a step back. Nightmare Rarity’s eyebrow rose curiously. “Are… you sure that’s all you brought me here for?” He didn’t even know where this question came from - or why it'd taken him so long to think of it.
But the massive monarch ended up doing something she normally didn’t do either; she actually answered the question. “What did you say, Tyke?”
“I just… wondered why you care.”
Again with that maddening concern. Nightmare would have slapped him for that; she’d done far worse to far larger. Yet all that came from her was, “Who dares say I do?”
“No one. I think,” Spike went on.
Within seconds, Nightmare Rarity was on one knee in front of Spike. Even with the kneel, she had a head on him - two, if one counted the massive member she was twiddling in front of Spike’s face. “I could impale you on this, and nopony else would bat an eye.”
Spike’s lips moved. Even this close to him, Nightmare couldn’t hear him.
“Speak up, my assistant.”
“...else?” eeped out from Spike’s lips. Even with his eyes widening at her threat, his post reminded taut. Defiant. And desirable for that purpose, added a voice in Nightmare Rarity’s mind, one she thought had faded when the shine of that Fire Ruby that trapped that pony did.
“What are you prattling about.” That wasn’t a question either.
“You said ‘Nopony else’, Nightmare.”
Something hinged in Spike’s tone. Nightmare might have wondered about the lack of venom in Spike’s emphasis. Y’know, if not for her mind reeling over the info she’d carelessly given away.
Nopony else but you would care if Spike died.
Nightmare Rarity's eyes flashed toward the titillating red of the gem above her obsidian throne. “You know nothing of me, Spike.” So wipe that smile off your face now, she thought. “Being as immortal as I am, being as timeless… Rarity could never compare to what I am. She couldn’t even fathom it.”
“Are you sure?” Spike said. “Someone as generous as her - if she’s even really gone-”
“-Which she is-”
“-would always like to grasp the unfathomable.” Spike poked a finger at Nightmare Rarity’s dick. “And the Nightmare I knew - or that I thought I did - wouldn’t waste time trying to pretend she’s something she’s not.”
That was it. Any form of arousal at this point was fast withering away. “H-how dare you! I have never pretended that!”
“So… this isn’t because you’re not just interested in sex?”
Nightmare stiffened at the accusation. What could possibly give this little tyke the impression that he had that pull on her? But she could guess the answer even before that damned Past-Rarity-like voice in her head did.
Because your cock’s not in his throat.
And for some reason, despite her fingers clenching, she made no move to rectify that error.
If it even is an error, dear.
Nightmare’s fist slammed back into the floor. The Fire Ruby jostled violently on its chain behind her, but otherwise remained still. Turning to the startled dragon, Nightmare continued. “Explain.”
“Oh, I mean…” Suddenly, that innocent, overly smitten dragon was back. “I mean, of course, I’d like to have sex with you! But… it just doesn’t feel right, that you think I’d be happy to do it after pushing away all your friends.”
“They turned their backs on me!” Nightmare Rarity shot back. “They saw the wondrous power I gained, and they insulted me! Spat at me! Ran from me!”
“Because they thought you destroyed the old Rarity-”
“And they were ri-” Now it was Nightmare Rarity’s turn to stop in realization and Spike’s turn to blanch. Queen to Pawn, checkmate in two. “They?” Her grain grew painfully wide. “Am I to believe that you disagree with them?”
“I mean…” Spike said, looking right into Nightmare Rarity’s eyes. “I’ve never been a fan of you exiling Celestia and… doing what you did to Luna.”
“As she did me. For far longer than a month.” Nightmare Rarity hissed, summoning out another goblet in her hand. “I regret nothing about it. She’s happy in her own dream.” Her eyes narrowed to slits as she eyed up Spike. “I have the real thing to savor. In every way.”
“But... both princesses took their fates quietly. You beat them - I disagree with it, but you beat them. And since then, outside of you… well, getting the guards to blow you.”
“With grins on their faces,” snarled the monarch, draining the cup in one gulp and grinding it into her chair arm.
Well, there’s the Nightmare’s fury I’ve become uncomfortably accustomed to. Now Nightmare knew that this voice wasn't just in her mind. Something was wrong.
With a frightening scowl ripping across her maw, Nightmare’s horn let out a wave of entry. Not even Spike was knocked over by it, but it did its job, as the simmering figure of a white-coated unicorn flashed up behind him. Despite the resemblance to Nightmare, her eyes were red instead of their familiar blue. Much like the Fire Ruby now vividly flashing above Nightmare’s head, as she glared holes into her revealed half.
“So, this is what you prattled on for,” Nightmare said, her voice both icy and fiery at once. “To sneak past this phantom of my lesser half.”
“No, Nightmare,” the spectral Rarity said, her voice as composed and clipped as ever. “This is part of the one thing that you’ve never learned to do. Compromise.” A triumphant smile lit up her face. “The root of all generosity.”
“This is a lie!” yelled Nightmare Rarity. “You’re trying to take me over, like Luna did! And may I add, you’ve failed!” A flash of light and Nightmare held the Fire Ruby in her hand. The crystal shook in her tightening grasp. “And with a twist of my hand, I can make that failure permanent.”
Phantom Rarity lifted a hoof to hide her maw. But Nightmare Rarity could hear that smile form, nonetheless.
“On the contrary,” the phantom said. “Despite the… admittedly slow start, this was my greatest success yet. And I owe it to the same source you owe yours to…” Her eyes shot to the dragon withering in her gaze. “Our darling Spikey-Wikey.”
“How so?” Nightmare Rarity hissed, her gem-holding hand clenching threateningly. “Confess to your Queen or suffer.”
“Of course, but… I’m surprised you didn’t know already.” Was that mischief in Phantom Rarity's eyes? “After, all, you were there.”
“Wait, what?” The realization hit for the monarch like a pile of bricks. “No…” Her eyes went to that Ruby. The unmistakable visage of a far different Rarity now reelected back at her. One she’d never cared to find out on this ‘trophy’s’ surface, until now.
“I daresay, I wasn’t normally such a fan of classic novellas.” Phantom Rarity went on. “But Spike, as he did in so many areas of my life, made me a believer. Especially in those darling figures battling their demons within. So I took note of that Ruby Spike took in to save me with. And I made sure that, no matter which pony Spike picked… the other would carry on, as their counterbalance.” Her horn lit up, the same radiance of the ruby coming through as several sigils flashed upon her and Nightmare Rarity’s skin.
Nightmare’s eyes shrank as she stumbled back into her throne. It wasn’t from horror, though - that had passed when her timeless eyes deciphered the Old Ponish charms being used. Now all that remained was hot, nerve-fraying shock. “But that means…”
“Now we are one, Nightmare. Despite my initial revulsion, I am now no more capable of being detached from you as you are to me.”
“But…” Nightmare wanted to ask what would possess any pony to want to unite with her in something other than anger. Why would anypony see her as anything but the fly at the base of the world’s tail? What compelled this Element of Harmony, of all of the Elements, to be so close to freedom and yet go back for her. Yet only one word escaped her. “Why?”
“We expelled you from Luna and you simply found somepony else. Somepony who… admittedly, was not in the best of moods when you happened upon her.” Phantom Rarity mournfully shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, for you were right before. Rarity as the world knew her is gone. But so is the Nightmare.” Ignoring Nightmare Rarity’s dropping jaw, Rarity went on. “And my darling Spikey shall reap the reward.”
Spike’s eyes were locked to the floor, shame dusting his cheeks as fiercely red as the gem in Nightmare’s shaking hand.
“My friends may not accept that you are more than a curse on ponykind. But it seems I am generous to a fault.” Rarity’s lip trembled. “Even if I can only see them behind your eyes from now on, knowing my last act as an Element was to offer clarity and balance to the one being who needs it the most… makes this worth it. After all… you’re quite attractive when you don’t let your envy rule you.”
Nightmare was no longer certain that this Rarity was just speaking to her at this point. For some reason, it made the pit in her heart double in size. But before she could get clarity, the phantom was gone in a flash of white light. As the marks on Nightmare Rarity receded to light tattoos, though, both she and Spike knew that the Rarity was not gone.
And she never would be.
“How long.” Nightmare sounded a millennia older now, words dropping from her lips like prunes.
Spike, after a long second, pulled an item out of the apron in front of him, right at the chest pocket. It was one of Nightmare Rarity's old photos of Spike. In fact, it was the only one that featured the old Rarity and Spike, both of them smiling as Rarity was lodging the Fire Ruby in her dainty hands.
“I... had my suspicions.” Spike got out.
Nightmare Rarity’s sneer grew at seeing that photo. She had taken great pleasure in trashing that one, so thoroughly she thought it was gone.
You also took so long to get there because you thought it was prophetic. The other Rarity echoed in her mind. Yet it is now our shared anchor, darling.
Nightmare’s next magicked cup of alcohol was twice as strong. Still, the image of that accursed phantom bled at her eyes as she swallowed back her drink. “I hope you don’t think bringing up this hanger-on somehow changed me, Spike. The Nightmare still commands this land.”
“That’s exactly it, though!” Spike shouted, throwing out his arms. “You never had to let Luna slumber peacefully, but you did. You never had to leave the others alive and free, but you did! You never had to tell me all of this, but you did!“
Nightmare Rarity chuckled lightly around her sip of wine. “It was not for your comfort, Spike.”
“Neither’s calling me ‘Spike.”
Another slip by the black queen, and right in front of her pawn. No, both Nightmare Rarity and her dream-self said, no pawn works this tirelessly to understand me.
“But you didn’t do all this for whatever you normally intended it for, either.” Puffing out his chest, Spike stepped closed to Nightmare Rarity. “And if you and Rarity were willing to do something despite it denying someone comfort… then so can I.”
Nightmare Rarity stared longingly at Spike. For a while the reason for her continued arousal at this otherwise impudent servant of hers was mind-boggling. Surely it was just to break him later, finalize her takeover, put out that ember of doubt at her reign’s longevity.
Then this new element sparked into her life. Told her that even, now her victory was not complete. But for once, it didn't enrage Nightmare Rarity, it just confused her. The other shoe had dropped in Nightmare Rarity’s life, and it was apparently meant for her to dance it. A glass slipper.
Given to Nightmare Rarity from the pony she'd once taken over the mind of.
Why were they being so nice to her? When so much of her life was just amplifying pain and loneliness
Really dear, you must stop asking questions with the answer already in them.
Nightmare’s mouth jutted open slightly at the truth at the phantom’s words. “I… do not think I will be taking that impudent little mouth of yours today, Spike.” Her horn flared, and her maremeat retreated swiftly, though the pussy it gave way to was still bursting with juices. “You… are not some complacent brat trying to curry some favor from me.” Her eyes rolled in feigned disdain.
For the first time since they'd both been in this room, Nightmare Rarity saw a tentative smile cross Spike’s face. It was something beyond just simple piddling relief or even gratitude.
It was acceptance. Not total, not everlasting, but it was there. And it came from the one being close to her who’d never been cowed by her immense beauty.
And she broke.
Spike, the purple-scaled wonder before her, was not a chunk of stone to knock over for checkmate. Nightmare had originally credited Spike’s staunchness in the face of her dazzling body to be bred from ignorance. Then apathy. Finally, Nightmare Rarity had settled on the oldest specter of all; unbidden lust.
Surely, it was why the bat ponies here bent to her call, despite their founder slumbering in a cage within hoof’s reach of her throne. So Nightmare Rarity thought.
But apparently, Spike had seen that counterbalance welling in Nightmare’s chest before even the monarch did. And cared enough to stay by her side throughout all she'd done. Empathy like this for somepony like her - it was timeless. Needed. Craved.
It was that which made Nightmare Rarity finally standing from her throne, storm up to Spike and wrap him in a crushing hug.
They stayed like that for a while, Spike’s eyes open in both shock and growing gratitude. Nightmare Rarity’s shaking, however, was her own silent trial. The original Rarity was not shy with her emotions; the watergates would have broken long ago. The current version, however, was an impossibly tall being controlled by a poltergeist, comforted by a guardian angel.
And all three yearned for Spike’s contact, as the dragon hugged her back, his claws featherlight as they draped around her back. However, the tips were still sharp enough to snag and snap at Nightmare Rarity’s bra strings as they pulled back, the results spoke for themselves in that silent night-lit room.
Nightmare Rarity's eyes bulged almost as much as her tits did, suddenly bare to the cold air. The scrap of fabric falling between them made their jaws drop open.
Spike had more to put out, though. “Oh! Q-Queen Nightmare, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” His hands went up, but for once, Nightmare Rarity’s eyes weren’t locked on him.
Soon, the queen put up a hand to silence Spike. Softly scooping up the bra in one hand, the other went to her chest. The second she felt her own heartbeat - and how beautifully it thrummed now - made Nightmare’s mind narrowed.
Good gracious, it even felt like it’d grown two sizes since last time.
Trying to shake away the weird emotion webbing over her mind - or the butterflies dancing over the pit in her stomach - Nightmare's eyes focused on her task. This top of hers that the well-endowed Spike tore needing fixing.
Wait. Well-endowed? That is what I was thinking of?! Nightmare shook her head again at the thought, hard enough to cramp her neck.
Thankfully, she knew how. Another thing of Rarity’s that hadn't faded with the new host showed itself as her horn lit up. Then, her purple-glowing bra was brought up, the tears in the fabric being knitted over as Nightmare Rarity slowly walked back to her throne. Sharp clicks and soft twinkles accompanied her.
About to slip the garment over her chest again, Nightmare turned back to admonish Spike - only for another thought by her inner angel to trickle into her mind.
See? The voice was soft, meticulous. Spike does still hold a place in your heart. Now, are you going to cease your foolishness with this and let him in?
Nightmare’s hands draped to her sides. Let Spike in. Let in the one being that hadn't left her or followed her like a leashed hellcat. I… could have done something less dramatic with Opal, other me. She didn’t know where it came from. But the confession helped soothe her melting heart.
Inner Rarity sighed. As long as you stop making her trample the gardens every time she doesn’t use the litter box… I can look past that.
A smile broke Nightmare's lips. Well then, she continued, I’ll apologize later for this too. Before Phantom Rarity could object, Nightmare Rarity was striding in front of Spike again. Sitting in front of him, her eyes drank in the amazingly prudent servant before her - no, her confidante.
“Spikey….” And she could see his scales ripple in reaction to that pet name. “Would you care too terribly if we retired to my throne?” The growing amount of respect she had for Spike, the heat he gave off, the way every image of him she’d had was flooding her mind like fireflies - it was quite too much.
Spike gulped - not from fear, but from embarrassment. “Of course, Queen. W-what for-umph!”
Then Nightmare Rarity lunged forward and seized his mouth. It was the first kiss that Rarity and Spike ever shared (that wasn’t trouser-friendly), yet it had gone far different from what Nightmare Rarity expected. And yet, even a head higher than Spike, she felt herself melting into that tentative mouth of his.
Her hands gripped around Spike and slid down lecherously, ignoring the Honestly! At least try to save one moment before going below the sash! coming from her inner self. Yet, that phantom’s protest game with a breathy hitch. And Nightmare was sucking Spike’s breath from him, just as her hand squeezed around his ass.
Breaking away from Spike with that soul-searing kiss, Nightmare Rarity batted her eyelashes playfully. ”Does that give you an idea, darling?” It felt so weird, Rarity’s old colloquiums spilling from her lips. But the life sparking in her companion’s cheeks made it worth it. Her companion, and nopony else’s.
“I… I mean of course, it is, but…” Spike was a stammering pile of nerves. “I’m just not sure if I can take another rod-polishing tod-”
Pushing their lips together, Nightmare broke away from Spike’s mouth after a few seconds to purr. “No, Spikey. You’ve already done more than enough safekeeping for me today…” Her hips surged into his, the friction of two cocks against one soaking snatch making them both gasp. “Today, we’re doing something different.”
As Nightmare calmly laid back, her eyes remained locked on Spike’s, until her spine was tingling nicely on the rough rug. Settling her svelte legs around Spike’s head, she grinned as she felt Spike’s breaths picked up. Small sparks flew from his maw into Nightmare Rarity’s bare stomach, making the monarch mare jump with excitement.
“Please, Spike… hush.” Nightmare’s hands fell to the front of her loincloth. “Hush, and for once, let your Queen lie down for you.”
Several twists of clogs later, and Nightmare peeled back the last layer to the prize in front of Spike’s eyes. The musk seeping from Rarity- from both her former and current equipment - made his nose flare. It was thick and yet spicy-sweet, engulfing, and yet addictive. And a small part of his mind, once hellbent on bringing out the real Rarity, finally relented in the face of seeing that a special somepony could change for the better.
Invisible to them both, Rarity’s whimper of lust echoed in Nightmare Rarity’s mind.
For now, however, Queen Nightmare Rarity had offered to offer herself to him for once. And Spike, after a cautious nod to Nightmare Rarity, took her up on it.
His tongue came out, forked and ridged, and painted a line of drool along Nightmare Rarity’s puffy clit. Pink muscles twitched as Nightmare Rarity growled her satisfaction, but her hands didn't go down to drive Spike’s head further into her crotch. Instead, Nightmare Rarity knotted them behind her head, sprawling on the rug-lined floor like a cat. As Spike‘s licks spread her further, her purrs got louder; rich and rapturous noises no pony had ever pulled from her.
“Keep going, Spike…” she cooed. “Your Queen-ah- is quite pleased…”
The gasp pulled from Nightmare Rarity’s wet mouth came courtesy of his fingers joining the fray. Admittedly, it was more to distract from his painfully stiff members bulging beneath him. But his thumbs spacing out the sides of Nightmare Rarity's clit made her squirt into his lapping mouth.
“Queen Nightmare, if I could…?” Spike asked, slowly raising two of his fingers to her view in anticipation.
The Queen gave out a bountiful laugh, the dark violet thighs around his head sliding back and forth in glee. “That you bothered to ask is why we’re like this now.” Nightmare replied, her voice low and husky. “Show the Queen your new tricks.”
Spike nodded and calmly hissed steam over his tongue, waiting until they were well above room temperature before he went back to his licking. Soon, the air was thick with the pungent perfume - two parts ball sweat, one part maresap, three parts lust. But for the couple thrashing on the rug, all that matter was the pleasure sparking through their loins like lightning.
Then the sound was broken with a piercing howl as Spike shot that heated tongue deep into Nightmare's snatch. Her folds spasmed around the intrusion, just hot enough to make her eyes roll back and her toes curl. The wet sloshing of her pussy clamping around those digits made her ears flop over too.
But bliss, unbelievably blinding bliss, was keeping her from reacting coherently. Her mouth fell open, but beyond that cry, nothing came out. Her mind only had one thought running through it like a sewing press: my stars, why didn’t I get this wonderful dragon to go down on me earlier?!
Then for a split second, she saw it, in the light of Nightmare Rarity’s sparking horn. Her lighter half, floating, furiously fingering herself at the sight of Spike spearing Nightmare Rarity’s slit. Then it was gone-but the need to see that Rarity burst right over her didn’t recede.
Coming down from her initial high Nightmare Rarity's tail came up around her twitching thighs. Swatting Spike in the face naughtily, a rictus grin broke across Nightmare’s face. “At the next round of negotiations I have under the hippogriffs, you’re on boredom relief.”
Spike’s attempts to keep the smile off his face couldn’t be more half-assed if he tried. “Oh… thank you, Queen Nightmare.”
“Oh m-my, call me darling.” Both Raritys said it, but Spike could only hear one. But he was plugging away into Nightmare Rarity’s sodden snatch regardless, his motions rougher and deeper.
Nightmare Rarity’s eyes dilated, and her tongue rolled, at seeing both Spike and her other half work away. The show was as much of a treat for her eyes as Spike’s impossibly long finger, and her body moved to oblige them. With every drive Spike made into her, Nightmare Rarity’s hips snapped father with more force, horizontally riding his blushing face. Soon, the sight - and feel - of both Phantom Rarity and Spike panting in front of her made goosebumps rise on her flesh.
Then Spike’s tongue rejoined the party, and its two tips lodged right against a pack of nerves within her snatch.
Nightmare Rarity bit her lip so hard she was surprised it didn’t come off, thanking her lucky stars her tongue was in her mouth as it happened. Blood seeped into Nightmare Rarity’s mouth, muffled her moans like her swollen clit was muffling Spike’s. One flash of her horn and the wound closed, but Nightmare cured her lack of control nonetheless; blood never felt right on her tongue. Especially not one she wanted to fill with Spike’s essence instead.
And come what may, I will feel Spike around me when he fills me full of foals. Phantom Rarity was too busy screaming in her own orgasmic wake to answer Nightmare Rarity’s lewd thought.
Quickly, Nightmare Rarity’s hands shot to her bare breasts to take her mind off the coppery taste. The tweaking of her nipples made her arch her back further, allowing Spike’s thrusts to hit her G-spot harder. Between that and the flicking of her nub by Spike’s hand - the one not plowing her pussy - she was close to her peak within seconds.
Spike's particularly deep thrust and her vicious tit-twist sealed the deal, and Nightmare Rarity went tumbling over that peak. Her nipples spurted milk in short yet fitful streams, bathing her chest in rivers of twinkling light that the stars above caught just right. Her loins were far more generous in their juice-rush, Spike soon gurgling noisily at the flood of marecum flooding his mouth. Suddenly, he was quite grateful for being upright- this much cum would have drowned him if he was on his back.
Soon, however, Nightmare flopped back to the floor, her legs uncoiling from Spike’s head as she caught her breath. Another alien concept to Nightmare - some creature wearing her out from one rough of anything.
I… battled back… Diamond Dogs. Nightmare Rarity cocked an eyebrow at her afterglow-lost counterpart, hanging above her like a puppet as she spoke. But you’re right, dear… this was amazing.
Nightmare had to concur. This was exhilarating - both the orgasm and her burning need for more. Power flooded through her veins at the thought of all the pleasure they could share this night, and the very prominently bulges prodding at her thigh that could give it to her.
Soon, Spike was caught in the monarch’s magical grip again. This time, however, he was set right on the edge of Nightmare Rarity’s throne, his claws shooting down to massage the leather. ‘Goodness, Queen, I think I’ve had pudding stiffer than this,” he’d rasped the first time he’d felt it. And once again, those luxurious cushions flowed around his talons like water.
Then Spike looked up, and his mouth went dry again at the sight of Nightmare Rarity approaching. The sight of her approach enraptured him.
Nightmare Rarity was crawling toward him, her once-exaggerated poses and motions now sharp and sultry. With each motion she took toward him, Spike’s heartbeat jumped another mile. And her wondrously plump rump, kept trim by endless amounts of training and marathon-rutting, swang like pendulums before Spike’s slitted eyes.
And her eyes were locked on the prize she coveted for herself; Spike’s pair of eight-inch fuckspires. Breaching the heavy cloth once covering them, Spike’s cocks were bobbing in the air. Two ribbed purple nuts swung between them, ripe with sweat and taut with need. And their bounty was dropping out in fat beads over the lip of the throne, pearly pre twinkling in the low light of Rarity’s magic.
Nightmare Rarity wondered if they were as hard as her horn. As her caterwaul took her halfway into Spike’s trembling legs, she batted her horn lightly against the two ramrods. They twitched needily, but otherwise felt squishy to the touch.
Firming them up was easy to do when Nightmare Rarity's dainty hands closed over them. However, her soft strokes hid her inexperience with this act, one that even startled Nightmare Rarity. Goodness, until a half-hour ago, the world was being fashioned to please her.
Did someone say ‘fashion’, dear? Speaking of fast post-coital recovery, Nightmare grinned at seeing her phantasmal half sidle up to her. Thought, it was annoying knowing her thoughts weren’t fully her own anymore.
However, this did prove her with an idea. Did you have any fantasies yourself, my dove? Of how it’d turn out when Spike was like this? As if to emphasize her wringing of info, her hands twisted further on Spike's shafts. His howls rippled through the musky throne room as he leaned back, letting Nightmare have more room to pump him dry.
Yet Phantom Rarity's expression remained stony. Goodness, Nightmare, you’re pleasing Spike, not uncorking him! Do stop clutching at him like a ruffian and take it slower.
He doesn’t sound like he’s in distress, little dove. Indeed, Spike’s moans were already making Nightmare Rarity’ gush again.
Of course not, it’s you he’s seeing now. Phantom Rarity bent forward, hands on her hips. This unconsciously brought her pale nipples ghosting across Nightmare Rarity’s face. But if he really got into your ministrations, he’d be meeting your thrusts. Must I do this myself?
Nightmare Rarity's thumbs slid to the tips of her companions’ cocks, balancing the swelling beads of pre on her fingernails. And I suppose you’ve flossed him out?
Many times, thank you very much. Phantom Rarity bit her lip. In my dreams, yes, but I’ve read enough to know you can do more than just this. Lean forward and I shall instruct you.
Rolling her eyes to hide the relief in her mind, Nightmare Rarity hauled herself further into the seat. Now Spike’s hemipenes were smooshed lightly against her chest, her dusky tits heaving at the sensation.
Perfect. Phantom Rarity then stood up. Her eyes were locked on Spike’s despite his shut eyes. Now, let your bosom take in one shaft, while, you - softly! - taste the other. I… The geist leaned until her lips were inches from the shell of Spike’s ear. We'll keep him occupied while you get the hang of it.
Then Rarity started whispering into her darling’s ear, making his back straighten and his crotch thrust harder into Nightmare Rarity’s embrace. Nightmare could care less what was being said, however, as she was carefully easing Spike’s lower dick into her bulbous cleavage. The feel of that’ cocks’s ridges made her lick her lips in glee at the thought of it plunging into a wetter part of her.
Then Nightmare Rarity’s tongue was busy battling his way around both cocks, and suddenly she was happy to have the taste of Spike’s dick in her mouth beforehand. Ambitious as she was, the risk was more than worth it, as the dollops of pre those members bathe her her tongue were like syrup for her. Soothing that coppery taste of blood away, Nightmare Rarity’s tongue-bathing soon made that hemipenis slick and stone-stiff.
Or was it what Phantom Rarity was whispering into that dragon’s ear that was doing it? Hot jealousy burned through Nightmare Rarity's pores at seeing the phantasmal pony coo for Spike. She had nothing to fear of usury from what she heard; not unless the words ‘so wet’ and ‘pump your hips harder, Spikey’ were code. Yet it still made the dark monarch’s meat-stuffed lips curl.
Spike was hers, now, not the Phantom’s.
If he was going to cum to or in anypony - it would be Nightmare Rarity.
And the Rarity of Equestria Past could do two things about it; absolutely nothing, and like it.
Nightmare’s temple pulsed as she popped one saliva-drenched shaft out of her maw and plunged it between her tits. Humming as she worked the upper cock around her fangs and tongue, her movements picked up, steady just like Phantom Rarity suggested. But her slurping was purposefully noisy, as was her mane-flicking as she vacuumed Spike’s dick.
The second Spike’s half-lidded eyes traveled to her - and Phantom Rarity's soon after - Nightmare Rarity knew her plan was working Now putting on a show for her other half as well, Nightmare Rarity’s horn lit up enticingly. Stars dancing in a hypnotic pattern before Phantom Rarity’s eyes as its emitter slurped and suckled on the dragonhood offered to her. It was just enough radiance to keep Phantom Rarity drooling over her and not voice-fucking Spike.
Soon, Nightmare Rarity had her wish. Spike’s hips were pumping forward in erotic glee, his cocks into her maw and breasts. Nightmare craned her head further, letting him flow further into her mouth until her gagging started up. If she raised one of her hands to her throat, she could feel that mouth-watering bulge pushing in and out of her gullet, and it was making her lose her mind.
More and more, as Spike’s hip-thrusts sped up, Nightmare Rarity was realizing that her resolve to frustrate the two ogling her was fading away. Oh, she was still going to give those blasted Elements a hard time when she found them. But for now, being queen was narrowing in her mind to the dragon plowing her through and the hand clenching one of her tits. And both of them were doing it for her, their eyes twinkling with so much love it made Nightmare Rarity tear up.
Nightmare Rarity couldn’t lose them. Not those eyes, not their affection, not the cock flaring in her throat as Spike thrust hard. She clenched her tits together. Hearty milk started trickling onto the seat again, courtesy of the pressure she was putting on Spike’s cock. Despite being sheath-deep on Spike, her free hand drifted to his nutsacks, fondling the throbbing cumtanks as she breathed in their heady scent.
Thankfully, Spike was approaching his climax fast. And Nightmare Rarity gurgling madly on that shaft made his gates burst.
“Yes! D-darling, I’m co~!” Then Spike’s warning turned into an incoherent bellow. Thick ropes of sizzling jizz painting Nightmare Rarity’s stomach in hot spurts, swelling it in seconds. His lower cock plastered Nightmare's throat from the outside as well, the strings of seed running down to meet her milk-squirting nipples.
Nightmare Rarity's grip on his testes didn't stop though, kneading them and extending his messy orgasm. Despite Phantom Rarity trembling in her own bliss, her eyes never left Nightmare Rarity’s, turning them both on. And with Spike’s eyes rolling back in pleasure, Nightmare wanted to give him more.
The second Nightmare Rarity felt Spike’s upper cock soften enough to be pulled from his throat -still spurting like a fountain, by the way - another lewd idea filled her mind. Humming merrily all the way, Nightmare Rarity pulled herself off Spike, her hands tweaking her nipples as she did so to get them good and wet again. The second the pop of cock leaving the holster rang out, Nightmare stood up and pushed her soaked tits into Spike’s face.
“Mmmhmm…” That purr came from both Nightmare Rarity and Spike., one muffled by the orbs of fletch pushing at his jaw. The taste of milk and hints of cum basting his mouth made Spike thrash in his seat as he watched both Rarity’s undulate in front of him. The feel of Spike’s light nursing of her, and his hemipenes soaking her thighs - made Nightmare Rarity’s legs tremble in anticipation.
However as the Phantom faded away from sight again - along with the blinding glow of Nightmare’s horn - the queen’s eyes smoldered with lust. Staring at the still-stiff dragon underneath her, Nightmare’s panting brought drops of drool down to soak his spines.
I need him. To hell with the power, the decorum, even the exhausting pulling at her nerves like lead. Nightmare Rarity needed Spike to fuck her on this very throne. Nay, she needed him to breed her on this throne.
With a light push, Spike was soon leaning back against the left end of her high seat, his face red as he gasped for air. Nightmare Rarity’s legs draped on either side of him as he took up the other end of the chair, her fingers moving to spread her pussy. It was a snug fit on that seat.
“Spike, take your Queen,” Nightmare throatily begged, feeling the squelch of her slit as it opted before Spike's widening eyes. “Make it so I cannot leave this place for a week.”
Despite Spike’s crotch creeping closer to hers, his lip quivered with doubt. “D-darling, are you sure? What if the others used this against us-”
“They won’t, they can't, and I don’t care!” A saner Nightmare Rarity could have marveled at Spike associating closer to her than the Mane 5. But right now, every second he wasn’t pounding into Nightmare Rarity was torture. “I need you, Spike! Only you! Oh, I’ve always needed someone like you!” Her restraint had left her at last, her eyes now as bared as her raw soul.
“Bu-”
“No further buts, I beg you! Hand me all the foals you can handle! Wreck me for my crimes! Cum with me, Spikey-Wikey.”
Spike’s hips flexed before even he could comprehend it, the sin-drenched purr in Nightmare’s voice taking hold of him as solidly as a ‘Want-it-Need-it” spell. One second, he was draped over a chair-arm; the next, he was prying Nightmare’s legs further apart. The shriek that Nightmare let out as his twin cocks plunged into her pussy and ponut was bestial.
For Nightmare Rarity, both of her slots being stuffed handed her a feeling she’d never know no matter what host she’d had before; completion. As Spike slowly pushed into her yielding holes, she could feel that dark pit shatter in her heart at last. The feeling of this wonderful dragon’s cocks surged through her soul and body, the liquid thrill of knowing even a Nightmare could be loved.
The second she felt Spike hilt into her at last, Nightmare Rarity shot him a desperate look. She looked into her companion - no, her completer’s - eyes, and only one world slipped forth. “Harder.”
Spike had to crane over her, but the closeness only made Nightmare Rarity twitch harder with need. She howled shamelessly as he snapped his hips back, then forward. Roughly, Spike plugged her with eighteen combined inches of savory dragon meat.
Spike wanted to ask how it felt for Nightmare. Honestly, he did. But he didn’t trust his voice to not break over the twin vices Nightmare Rarity’s holes wrought on his lengths.
Thankfully, another power was happy to help along that attempt aural sex. See how careful Spike is with adhering to your every wish? Phantom Rarity’s voice was back, only heard by Rarity, rubbing her hands over her body at the needy hitch in her voice. That’s what I feel about being able to give myself to others. The friendship that you so spurn; it can still be attained. All you have to do is let them in.
The words barely registered in Nightmare Rarity’s mind. But this time, it wasn’t because of ignorance, but bliss. Spike’s breath washing over her, Rarity’s voice serenading her, the pistoning smacks of their hips, she was lost in this overload of stimuli. “Yes. Yes! Oh, what you want, it’s yours, just don’t stop!” she wailed.
But try as he might, Spike couldn’t loom over Nightmare Rarity for long. She was too sexy, too enrapturing, for him to not burst within seconds of pressing her. Spike panted as he leaned back in the chair’s arm, and she did the same.
Both of their smoldering eyes locked onto one another’s, and for once, Nightmare knew exactly how infectious the greed so hereditary to Spike felt. No matter what, she was not going to lose him, and she damned sure wasn’t going to share him.
In a frenzied haze, both mare and dragon snapped their hips together, the mighty pl-plaps of their rutting filling the air. Nightmare Rarity’s mane swam around her as she gasped and shuddered. She demanded Spike go faster, moan louder, “Fill me withyour glorious seed!”
Spike’s jaw set out in a bared jagged line. His hips sped up, the moans of his partner crescendoing as he tapped away at her G-spot, It was a place he’d once only brushed with his tongue, but somehow, it felt better rubbing against his cock-tip than his mouth. His hands were roaming too, leaving heavy rips in his apron as they fucked.
And above her thrashing head. Phantom Rarity was purring her swan song into her dark half’s ears. How wonderful darling! Keep going! I think I might cum again, seeing you so happy. Your body, your passion, your cries - it’s like you’re a storm! Please, Nightmare, show us both just how much your love burns through you!
It was from a romance novel - and insultingly sappy one - but Nightmare’s hips twitched at the prose the phantom panted. She was so damned close, thanks to it. She was going to wallpaper her bedroom with copies of Sink or Swim in Sapphire’s Shores when this ended.
Not that she wanted it to end.
Soon, they were close again, speeding toward their peak together. With their legs hanging off the seat’s edges, all that kept them moving were their hips. But despite the burn stinging at their sides, their hearts ran far hotter as they tried to slam harder into each other. The throne’s ends creaked, even the half-ton of reinforced metal benign in the wake of their relentless rutting.
And then Nightmare Rarity flung herself forward, messily crushing her lips to Spike’s. Which meant it was Spike’s tongue that bulged out with her final moan as her second orgasm came calling. Soon, both of Spike’s still-positioning hips were coated in sticky strings of marecum, bursting from around his cock
Several thrusts later - and back in the embrace of this sensual queen - Spike’s climax hit like a dump truck. He roared into her locked lips as they kissed, jets of cum shooting into his beautiful Nightmare’s inside. Her belly that once only nudged at his own now ballooned around him, his load bulging out his foalsack as they thrashed in a cradle of cum-soaked obsidian.
Finally, they had to breathe, strings of saliva still connecting their gaping mouths. Spike carefully pulled himself out of Nightmare Rarity’s holes, more drool leaking from his maw as he saw her white-stuffed slit.
Even after orgasm, Nightmare Rarity was magnetic to Spike. Everything about this moment, from the tears twinkling in Nightmare’s grateful eyes to her glowing dusky coat, made this moment picturesque. Opulent.
“Yours.” Nightmare Rarity finally got out, swollen with his seed, and drowning in his love. “I’m yours, Spike.” Her fingers pushed dreamily at her building stomach. “I need to be yours.”
Spike gulped heavily. He knew his answer, even if the obligation behind that building stomach hadn’t already cinched it. “Of course you can be.”
As she curled around Spike, however, Nightmare Rarity was a hectic mess on the inside. Even without Phantom Rarity to calm her, the spectral pony happily grinning at the lip of the throne instead of inside her mind - Nightmare Rarity’s thoughts were maddeningly one-track. She had to have Spike. Had to keep Spike. She knew she could change enough for him.
But it didn’t change the fact that the youthful muscles bulging into her would wither and fade. The heart-thumping beautiful into her bosom would flicker and fade away. Because for all the dimensions Spike had shown to her, all Nightmare Rarity could think of was the unsurpassable one.
The barrier of mortality.
Spike wasn’t going to live forever; Nightmare Rarity only owed her own to the first part of her namesake. Celestia was gone, banished to another dimension. And Luna - well, that was a no-go, as Nightmare’s eyes traveled tragically to the glass prison.
That thought of seeing Spike age and die haunted Nightmare Rarity’s mind as she clutched Spike closer to her. The one who’d defied her, the one who'd deflowered her.
Spike deserved more.
And despite the womb-full of virility brimming below her heart, Nightmare Rarity started thinking. She needed Spike to be with her as long as time itself would allow. And she would make sure time allowed this boundless gift for her - and only her - wonderful Spikey-Wikey.
No matter how many Equestrias she had to bend to her will to ensure it.
