Dusk Shine saves Equestria, sort of

All the roughhousing had left his muscles sore and worn out, but at this point that was the least of his worries. He faced the remaining two villains. Nightmare Moon seemed as smug and frustrated as one would expect, hiding both her annoyance and her libido behind a tight-lipped stare. Daybreaker merely seemed amused, idly playing with her teacup while watching the show that presented itself in front of her. Two down.

Dusk put his hands at his hips and pushed out his chest, doing his very best to appear respectable and serious, rather than...well, what he actually looked like: Naked, covered in various sexual fluids, and a little worn out. No wonder.

Still! He might as well try. Dusk stomped a hoof onto the floor. "Okay! Enough of all this. I've won your silly little game, and now you should let me go, free my friends, and we can all have a nice, long discussion where we settle all of this. For the ponies of Equestria this is a serious matter, not just some kind of game!"

Nightmare Moon chortled. "And yet you're standing there, and waving your dick at us."

Dusk huffed. "What! You tore apart my clothes! Well, not you in particular. Chrysalis did. It's not my fault, is the point, and I'd gladly put on something else...!"

Nightmare Moon just rolled her eyes, staring at his stallionhood, which was still dripping with thick, white seed. Dusk looked exhausted, quite exhausted. But after all of this Nightmare Moon wouldn't even be surprised if he still had enough energy for another round. Hrmp. Who could've known that male alicorns have that kind of stamina?

She shook her head and drew her gaze away from his shaft, only for it to return shortly after.

"Hrmpf. Excuses. We've seen the way you've stared at Our bosom and thighs. You are clearly lusting to pound Us like you've pounded these lesser mares." She shook her head, then continued. "But nay. Nay, we say! We are of course NOT interested in such. A queen such as Ourselves would never lay hand on a common stallion such as you, after all."

She said, while staring at his dick. Nightmare Moon licked her lips.

Dusk huffed. "S-so, if you're not interested in that, then we can talk about all of this instead, and find a peaceful solution, right?"

Nightmare stared at him, then burst into laughter. "Hahahahaha! Hahahah! Hah! No." Dusk pouted, and that merely made the situation funnier for her. "Wait? That was a serious offer? Let Us laugh even harder! Hahahahahahahah!"

Once she'd calmed down, she just sneered at him. "Nay. We'll have you rot in a prison. A fitting fate for the likes of you. What are you going to do about it? Fight Us? You're no match without your magic, hah! Fuck Us like the others? As if I'd ever even lay hands on this stupid, fat beast of a dick! We have better things to do with our time. The only reason why you're even still alive is that a certain someone wants to keep you around."

That 'certain someone' pursed her lips, flaming mane billowing with amusement. "Hmmm..." Her voice was thoughtful, and deliberate. Silence lingered for a few seconds, and then Daybreaker continued.

"It almost sounds like my dear sister got some cold hooves after all of this."

Her voice was innocent, outright sweet, and still managed to push exactly the right buttons. Daybreaker stirred her cup of tea, and watched patiently. Nightmare's forehead wrinkled, an angrily pulsing vein appeared.

"...What was that, sister?" Nightmare spat the last word out as though it was an insult.

Daybreaker smirked. "You know exactly what I said, isn't that right, Lulu? You're worried that you can't handle him. That you'll end like one of them. That'd you'd love every single moment of it, and shout his name like a whore."

Nightmare stared at her, a cold fire in her eyes. "Lies and slander. And for that matter, do not call me that, you...you pompous bitch."

Daybreaker just smiled.

For a few moments the villains glared at each other. Nightmare lost the staring contest, and her gaze returned to Dusk.

Hah! Lose? To a colt like him? As if. She was a hundred times older than him, and a thousand times more powerful. ‘Element of Magic’ or not, he stood no chance, and that...monumental horsecock that twitched between his legs was not going to change that, or ever even come close to sating her!

Umbra, Chrysalis. They were both weak. She was stronger than them. She was the night, not some braindead harlot, who’d throw herself at some fat-dicked stallion’s cock, and end up with a jizz-bloated gut, and then (several months later) with a batch of foals.

It was as if Nightmare Moon had barely even noticed that Dusk’s balls were still just as capable of churning out overwhelming amounts of cum as long as pretty, fertile mares were around, and that his victories had given him some confidence. The prospect of taking Nightmare Moon on in a battle of hard, obscene sex almost seemed appealing.

Perhaps Nightmare Moon wasn't quite aware of what she was getting herself into. Really, at this point she was just staring at Dusk’s cock with the look of a mare who’d been starved of sex for a full one thousand years.

Her wide, toothy grin would’ve looked scary, but the mountains of night-blue titmeat just below made it difficult to take her seriously. She hadn’t even noticed that her dress had slipped, and one stiff, puffy nipple stood proud and tall for all the world to see. Drool dribbled from the corners of her lips. Her breath was heavy, and needy.

No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she needed this cock. A thousand years without a decent stallion, and now it just so happened that this one—the one who’d crushed her on the day of her return—packed enough heat to plow her until she’d see stars. And that wasn't even getting into Daybreaker's dare.

Still. At least she could tell herself that there was no way she could possibly lose.

Not to him. Not to...her sister’s boytoy, and his stupid, fat dick.

Nightmare Moon snarled at him, but her eyes were glued to Dusk’s cock. There was a deep flush on her cheeks, a sign of unmistakable horniness.

“W-well? What are you waiting for, coward? Just come, and try to take me. You don’t have what it takes. W-we are the night! You couldn’t even—Eeek!”

For once, Dusk made the first move, and straight-up pounced on her before she’d any chance to follow up with another sneer. His cock throbbed with righteous annoyance, and a need to fuck, fuck and FUCK Nightmare Moon into a lust-fueled stupor, since hard, relentless sex was apparently the only language these cranky villainesses understood.

Nightmare Moon stumbled backwards onto the massive table, squeaking in surprise. The piece of furniture creaked beneath the amazon’s weight. She made no serious attempt to stop him, even as he practically pinned her down.

“Insolent welp! Thou think thou stand a chance by surprising Us! We will...we will...”

Dusk Shine was standing over her—one hoof at each side of her hips—thus using the size difference to his advantage.

His massive horsecock smacked against Nightmare Moon’s immense breasts, managed to tear through the flimsy piece of fabric that was her top, and slid comfortably into her utterly obscene cleavage. Nightmare’s top had been reduced to tatters within seconds, and its owner was staring up at Dusk’s cock with a baffled look on her face.

Nightmare’s breasts squished against his girth.

This was a pair of tits that could conquer a thousand stallions without breaking a sweat. Immense, dangerous, intimidating. Each jet-black orb was big enough to put the biggest watermelons to shame, and rumor had it that Nightmare could crush stones to dust between them.

Ordinary stallions’ cocks would get lost between Nightmare’s heaving breasts. Hell, a stallion could shove an entire arm all the way up to the elbow into Nightmare’s cleavage, and he’d still be merely halfway through!

With Dusk, on the other hand, the matter was different. Very different.

Right now Nightmare’s tits were little more than his toys, bouncing and heaving as he gave a few tentative thrusts into the mare’s cleavage.

They were heavy, squishy, and retained a perfect balance between sag and firmness, wrapping around Dusk’s cock as if they had been made for the sole and entire purpose of spoiling stallions with shameless, huffy and squishy titjobs.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Nightmare Moon didn’t bother to stop him, and merely stared at his precum-gushing flare, deep whiffs of Dusk’s potent scent flooding her nostrils. His swollen, bloated balls dragged across her body, and soon started smacking against her tits.

Even Nightmare Moon couldn’t deny that she’d underestimated Dusk. Again.

She really wasn’t sure what was worse: That her sister was watching as that ‘little colt’ pinned her down and pounded her tits, or that the rough, obscene treatment pushed buttons which she didn’t even know she had, getting more and more drunk on the heady scent of stallion virility that permeated the air.

The alicorn’s bloated, swollen jizzkegs battered against the amazon’s underboob, causing a meaty ‘THWACK’ whenever they met. His flare swayed right in front of Nightmare’s face, smacking against it over and over, and making a precum-smeared mess of her fur and mane.

By this point Nightmare was panting like a bitch, precum was splattering onto her muzzle, and every time it happened her tongue darted from her mouth, and she greedily sucked in everything she could reach.

Before she even knew what she was doing, Nightmare’s fingers were digging into her breasts, and she began to give him a titjob. Even her own hands were nearly swallowed by the sheer amount of jet-black boobflesh, but that didn’t stop her from putting them to use. She began to respond to Dusk’s thrusts, following his rhythm and smacking her breasts against his crotch at an increasing pace.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Dusk’s balls gurgled, and rewarded the stacked villain-bitch with a powerful twitch. A rope of precum shot across her muzzle. As the second one followed one clench of Dusk’s balls later, Nightmare’s jaw hung wide open to accept it. Her tongue dangled, the tip easily reached past her chin. The taste washed across her tastebuds, and flooded her body with a rarely felt heat. Nightmare groaned weakly.

“Hrf...hrf...” Her breath was heavy. She was struggling to retain her ‘mean bitch’ persona. “See? Thou’rt going to lose.” She panted. “Just hump away, like a rabid dog. Blow thine...thine spermload across Our bosom, feel what it’s like to be drained fully, and utterly!” Her voice was wavering, she even stuttered once. She almost sounded like Luna.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

“Mine. MINE. Give it to Us. We need it. The night...reigns...supreme...!”

Nightmare Moon was panting, and zealously pampering Dusk’s cock between her breasts. She finally felt his balls tense up in preparation, and just barely managed to force a victorious faux-sneer onto her lips.

The first rope of white, glue-thick jizz burst from Dusk’s cock, and soared through the air in a majestic parabolic arc. His jizz passed Daybreaker’s head by three feet, loudly splattered against a wall, clung to the smooth marble, and then slid towards the floor, which it hit with a noisy, sloppy ‘splartch.”

The second rope followed, then the third. Within a matter of moments the room was tainted with the heady, potent scent of Dusky’s semen, all that while—down below—Nightmare Moon kept hugging, grinding, pumping his cock, and Daybreaker stared at him with a stone-faced, tense look.

As Dusk pulled back the last few ropes—each still more copious than it had any right to be—splattered across Nightmare’s face.

By the time he was truly finished, Nightmare Moon looked as if she’d sucked off an entire legion of stallions. Stringy ropes of Dusk’s cum dangled off her muzzle, and off her horn. The last few spurts had gone between her tits, and left her fur soaked. It’d take a few showers to clean that up, or to mop up every last stringy, potent strand of semen with which Dusk had ‘blessed’ this room. Some were dangling from the ceiling.

Sweat dripped from her forehead. She was panting with exhaustion. Still, her grin was victorious, and she squeezed Dusk’s cock with her tits to display her dominance.

“Hah...Hah...At last. The night reigns supreme. A mere stallion such as thou is no match for Us!"

Dusk’s cock twitched, just as hard as before. The queen stared at it with the thirst of a mare who hadn't had any good sex in who knows how many years.

"We insist, nay, we demand that thou keep going and take us! Thy queen is hardly satisfied with this...this humiliating position, and she shall ride thee until thine pelvis shatters! And...and...!"

Or so Nightmare spoke. Dusk was more than happy to give her what she wanted.

Less than two minutes later, and Nightmare Moon—yet again—found herself in a different position than she’d envisioned.

Dusk was mating pressing her against the table, and jackhammering into her at a pace that reduced even the queen of the night into a pleasure-wrecked, trembling mess.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Nightmare Moon still wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, but one thing was certain: The tables had turned.

On her, even.

The dark, brooding queen was situated on her back, the enormous oak table beneath her creaking under the onslaught of Dusk Shine’s thrusts. That stallion—the one which she’d taunted and called a ‘colt’ just minutes ago—had conquered her, and was currently busy plowing her grumpy, old self into the modern world.

Nightmare Moon had stopped bothering to pretend that she wasn’t into it. One of her hands was clutched around Dusk’s back, keeping him right where he belonged.

Her head dangled off the edge of the table, face and mane still stained with ropes of cum. Her eyes were hazy, and managed to make out Daybreaker in front of her. The solar diarch sneered with no small amount of amusement.

“Enjoying yourself, sister? Ah, let me put that in a language you’ll understand...Enjoying thyself, sister?”

Nightmare panted, rapidly approaching her peak. “Hrf...Take those words and shove them up thine a-arse...eeek~!” She came, a cute squeak escaping her lips.

Daybreaker cackled.

Each of Dusk’s thrusts sent a ripple through Nightmare’s body, causing her to tremble and shake. Sweat dripped from her forehead, but despite that she was remarkably cold to the touch, every little inch of her body. Her skin, at least. Her cunt held on to Dusk’s cock, and squeezed it with the warmth and need of a mare in heat, while its flare hammered against almost-forgotten, buried pleasurable spots that no other stallion could ever hope to reach.

By the time Dusk was getting close—again—Nightmare Moon was still riding out her orgasm.

“Hrrf...hrff...g-good boy, take Us. Fill Our womb with thy load, claim Us for thy herd, and...and...”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Dusk Shine didn’t hear the rest of her hushed sentence. His balls tensed up, and shortly after the first rope of the thick, copious semen Dusk produced in such ridiculous, alicorn-worthy quantities was pumped deep into Nightmare.

Her fingernails dug into Dusk’s back, and nearly penetrated his skin. She yowled and moaned.

The drawn-out, whorish moan turned into an ear-piercing shriek, as Nightmare Moon twitched and trembled like a possessed madmare, half throwing herself against his thrusts, and half scrambling for control. Her mane billowed and grew, and surrounded Dusk in a miasma of star-speckled smoke.

Dusk—balls-deep inside of Nightmare's depths—squeaked as smoke filled his vision. Down below the outline of his flare disappeared as volleys of semen burst into Nightmare, and filled, then bloated, then overflowed every available crevice, every bit of space they could find. Her womb swelled under the onslaught of virile cum, her belly bulged.

Smoke rushed into his nostrils, and mouth. Dusk coughed, instinctively holding on to Nightmare while clenching his eyes and mouth shut.

Before he'd had any chance to gasp for breath, Nightmare Moon began to glow.

Her eyes and horn burst up with light, the dark miasma of her mane rapidly tore itself away from Dusk back into Nightmare, only to be expelled in a shining explosion of brightness.

Nightmare Moon began to shrink as the starry smog surrounding her slowly dissipated. The tight grip of her claws on his back lessened as her limbs shrunk, and the towering queen lost her Celestia-rivaling assets, while the tight grip of her cunt on Dusk's mare-wrecking cock intensified with every passing second. Dusk withdrew, and his flare popped from her pussy. Her features softened. Dusk felt a strange feeling of pride as Nightmare's haughty visage faded away, and a very-exhausted, pleasure-drunk Luna stared up at him with half-lidded eyes, only to collapse two seconds later.

She'd need some rest.

Dusk stood over her, and caught his breath. He finally took a step back, leaving the 'queen of nightmares' right there on the table, happy and, in all likelihood, utterly pregnant.

He already dreaded what—or rather 'who'—would come next.

Daybreaker was left.

The big one.

The one he was most worried about.

The haughty, towering bitch queen who’d watched the entire spectacle with amusement, as though Dusk ‘defeating’ three of the strongest villains Equestria had ever seen in a row was nothing to be worried about. As though the entire room wasn’t drowning in the heady, pungent stench of sex, sweat, and semen.

As though Umbra hadn’t been turned into a gut-bloated, semen stuffed broodmare. As though Chrysalis hadn’t teased Celestia’s “little boytoy” so much that he’d fed her enough jizz to turn her into a swollen, happy, and well-fed blimp of a changeling queen. As though 'Nightmare Moon' wasn’t right there on the table, panting happily, after a certain stallion had fucked her hard enough that the mere thought of being grumpy and angry didn’t even occur to her, and she reverted back to her old self.

With the three remaining villains 'eliminated', and Daybreaker seeming more pleased than intimidated, Dusk Shine wondered if he had merely been a pawn in her little game, and everything had played out exactly according to her expectations.

“That’s a good boy.”

Dusk nearly fainted.