Pride and Punishment

by Non Uberis

Rating: mature
Tags: Thriller, Porn, Sex, Violence, Alternate Universe, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, Nightmare Moon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Rainbow Dash, Rarity
Length: 11577

Nightmare Moon has had enough of Rainbow Dash's disorderly conduct. A change is in order.

Rainbow Dash has been an esteemed member of Queen Nightmare Moon's royal guard for some time. Despite her admirable service and prowess, though, she has developed a bad habit of acting out so that she can be on the receiving end of the Mistress's lashings. How does one truly punish a mare who gets off on punishment?

Nightmare Moon may have a solution for that.

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This story is a continuation of the events of Night Service.

Contains the following: anthro, fat, hyper, intersex, sex of a rough variety, cumflation, weight gain, violence and mild sadism, and the threat of further sequels.

Cover art by 09Hankris and myself.

The Onyx and Ivory Series:
Night Service
Pride and Punishment
How to Make Them Spill Their Guts

Published 2022-06-01 17:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-06-01 17:20:00 UTC

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Rainbow Dash made sure to slam the door behind her, to make her entrance noticed, and to make it everypony else’s problem. She immediately regretted it, though, when the noise made the throbbing in her skull erupt into a pulse that threatened to split her brain down the middle. She groaned as she felt the light, what little there was, pierce through her retinas, searing at the backs of her eyes. Her world was one entirely comprised of discomfort at the present moment, of ache and exhaustion. Even her armor seemed particularly claustrophobic today, clinging to and weighing heavily upon her frame. She told herself that was the last time she spent all night drinking until she passed out, but some meager self-aware part of her knew that that wasn’t going to be the case.

“Hey, what am I here for?” she asked, disgruntled, words slurring together. She took a few trudging steps forward, listing from one side to the other. She clutched at her head as if to steady it; it almost felt heavier than her armor. “This is…cutting into my day off, you know.”

“Do you always maintain such a boorish affect when summoned by the Mistress?”

Her head jerked in the direction of the voice. Amid the gloom of the chamber, the dark blues and turquoises and purples and blacks, bathed in the eerie cerulean glow of enchanted lamps, there was one shape that stood out, moving languidly around the periphery, with patches of white amidst the blues. The massive shape of the unicorn maid was turned away from her, busied with something unseen. That left an exorbitant amount of ass that was pointing directly toward the pegasus.

Rainbow Dash snorted derisively. “It’s not like it matters if she couldn’t actually be bothered to show up for her own meeting.” Though she didn’t say that without casting her gaze leerily around her, into every corner, inspecting every shadow. The office space was only occupied by the two of them, but it was hard to be certain when the atmosphere was so dark, and the Mistress thrived in the dark. One could never be sure if a pair of icy eyes would suddenly open up in a field of black, and then she would descend upon them.

Rarity scoffed but otherwise said nothing. She was putting all of her attention upon her work and not an iota of it devoted to Rainbow Dash. That was unacceptable. She hadn’t become the rising star of the castle guard so that she could be given the cold shoulder by stuck-up maids. Maids with enormous buttocks wobbling about beneath their coat as they shuffled along. Her tongue lapped at her lips.

That same dimly rational part of Rainbow Dash’s mind knew that this was exactly the reason that she was here. It was because she couldn’t keep her hands off of the Mistress’s maids, the untouchable consorts. It was because of her poor behavior. The Mistress didn’t take kindly to this disrespect. Disrespect didn’t merit praise, it begot punishment.

And it was the thought of punishment that spurred Rainbow Dash on most of all as she began to cross the floor. Nopony really understood why Rainbow Dash did what she did, and maybe she didn’t even understand herself. Perhaps it was her personal method of defiance, something that so few ponies could dare to attempt. What was the Mistress going to do? Hurt her more? She was nearly salivating at the idea.

Rarity wasn’t making any reaction to her approach. Rainbow Dash didn’t feel any need to ask for her attention. She was certain that the maid knew what was coming, she would scold and lecture her, but that verbal lashing was nothing, a mere pittance. She craved the physical contact that was coming. The flesh that awaited her would be an adequate appetizer before the main course.

The pegasus was finally close enough to the shifting buttocks that she could reach out and touch them, and she did so with gusto, rearing back and slapping her palm against the voluminous mass. There was a loud clap, and she felt the flab compressing under her touch.

There was a shift as a veil fell away.

Suddenly the pony standing in front of Rainbow Dash was very different. She was tall, decked in robes of midnight, purple and blue and grey. Her form was curvaceous but certainly markedly thinner; the pegasus’s hand was placed squarely upon a cutie mark of a crescent moon that was exposed by a cut in her skirt. Her mane and tail billowed, ethereal curtains of blue dotted with stars, but otherwise she was perfectly still, like a statue. Oh that she could have been merely a statue.

Rainbow Dash felt all of the blood drain from her along with her swaggering confidence. This wasn’t how it had been supposed to go. She didn’t know when she started trembling. Her hand was starting to retract.

“No, no.” The dark mare’s wings rustled as she reached back and grabbed Rainbow Dash’s forearm, like she had caught her reaching into a cookie jar. It was a simple gesture, but even through the layer of armor that the guard wore she could still feel the pressure that cinched around her, threatening to squeeze, to crush. “Please, do continue your sampling.” She glanced back then, with her ice blue eyes and predatory pupils. Nightmare Moon smiled at her, a gesture that hardly required much to show the pointed tips of her teeth. “Tell me, is the royal posterior pleasing?”

Rainbow Dash knew immediately how boned she was. She could sense the electricity in the air, the coming storm, the fury that was soon to be visited upon her. Nightmare Moon may not have visibly displayed her displeasure, but those who spent time in her service were quick to learn the eccentricities of her temperament, the subtle tells that warned of imminent doom. Of course, sometimes it was as simple a matter as eye contact—when the Mistress deigned to look upon somepony, it could only ever be because she expected something of them. What exactly that something was, most ponies wilted at the mere idea of it.

There was no going back from this. Rainbow Dash’s rational side might have supposed that this course had been set in stone quite a long time ago. She had always been predisposed to act out against authority. The cravings that had arisen from her actions were merely a happy coincidence.

Anticipation bristled along the nape of her neck.

So, even though her heart was pounding in her chest and her breath was catching in her throat, Rainbow Dash forced herself to smile, her cheeks aching, and she replied, “Well hey, you are the queen, it only makes sense that you’d have the nicest ass in all of Equestria.”

It couldn’t exactly be said that she was lying, and just to prove it she flexed her fingers just a little, squeezing at the plush surface of the alicorn’s flank.

Nightmare Moon chuckled and said, “That is quite splendid. Your appraisal is appreciated.”

And then her own fingers flexed. The vice-like grip tightened around Rainbow Dash’s arm until her hand started to go numb. The metal bracer that she wore groaned ominously. It took all of her fortitude not to cry out as it felt like the limb was about to snap. The Mistress would not appreciate that kind of noise in her presence, she detested weakness in her servants, but this was not for her sake. Rainbow Dash would never admit to her own weakness, not even to herself.

Maybe that was where all this trouble really stemmed from. Physical tolerance was just another limit to be tested.

“I can be thankful, at least, that you have sensible tastes, Rainbow Dash,” Nightmare Moon said while she turned about, still maintaining her death grip upon the pegasus. “You always have been one of the good ones. No need to cajole you like all those Canterlot nobles with sticks wedged up their asses. I have no worry of you being a prude about my proclivities.” She leaned over while pulling the smaller mare in closer, up to the faintly glowing lights of her eyes underneath the starry curtain of her mane, demanding attention no matter how tempting it would be to glance toward the cleavage of her bosom. “I do not think there is anypony else in my service who appreciates my maids quite as much as you do.”

“Mistress, I—” An increase in pressure cut Rainbow Dash off, wincing with a hiss through her teeth. She hoped that that cracking was the armor and not her bones. Her knees nearly buckled.

“Ah, but therein lies the problem, does it not?” Nightmare Moon’s expression wilted toward a disappointed frown, but her eyes still glittered with cruel glee. “Everypony knows that they are my maids. They are for my hands alone.”

And then with her other hand she reached forward and touched Rainbow Dash’s cheek. She was gentle, but it was still nearly enough to make her flinch. They both knew that that was from the first time—the first blow. Rainbow Dash hadn’t even been drunk that time, she had merely been passing by Rarity (there would be other maids on occasion, but Rarity had always been Rainbow Dash’s favorite, the perfect combination of curves to please her eye, and maybe it helped add to her value in some way that she was known to be the Mistress’s favorite as well) one day, and the unicorn said something that set her off, something pushy and haughty as usual. Without a word, Rainbow Dash had come behind Rarity and swatted at one of her diamond-clad flanks. She burst out laughing when the mare yelped and jumped in the air. She hadn’t been nearly as amused later that day when she was summoned by Nightmare Moon, who, without a word, proceeded to return the gesture with a slap across the face that sent her sprawling. It had felt like she was on the verge of being decapitated, and she would later be told that it was only by the Mistress’s merciful restraint that her neck hadn’t been broken. The swollen bruise on her cheek stayed for days, and though it was now gone the same couldn’t be said for the thin scars from nails clawing at her hidden under her cyan fur. That was nothing compared to the scars that would come after, the red lines raking across her chest and stomach and back.

“You…” Nightmare Moon murmured sadly, “you do not seem to understand that.” Only then did she ease her grip, just enough that there was no longer active pain, the blood allowed to circulate once more, and she asked expectantly, “Do you have anything to say for yourself, Rainbow?”

Rainbow Dash winced against the agony. She was certain that there wasn’t anything to say, really. There was no way out of this, nothing that would truly spare her from receiving the night’s cold wrath. She could do nothing more than stay the course that she was already on. She had to continue doing what she had always done.

“What can I say, Moony?” she said with a trembling smirk. “I like big mares just like you do. Are you saying you can keep it in whenever you see some fat tits swaying around in front of you?”

Nightmare Moon kept her gaze held on her for several long seconds that each felt like an eternity scraping by. And then, to Rainbow Dash’s shock, she chuckled, the sound rolling with genuine mirth. “You still manage to surprise me, Rainbow. Perhaps that is why I keep you around.”

Feeling like a weight was lifting from her shoulders, Rainbow Dash managed to laugh weakly as well.

A knee came up swiftly into the pegasus’s stomach. The air was knocked out of her along with all of her short-lived optimism. She doubled over at the same time that the blow knocked her back, tumbling over herself. She gasped and heaved as she felt her gut cramping—thankful suddenly that she hadn’t had opportunity to eat breakfast—but she could scarcely even breathe enough for that. Her armor had been dented in and now it was constricting on her torso. She might be bleeding, to say nothing of internal damage, but that wouldn’t be assessed until after she was cut out of the ruined metal carcass. If there would even be anything left of her after the alicorn was done.

(this wasn’t supposed to be a good thing)

“Oh, poor, poor Rainbow Dash,” Nightmare Moon murmured above her, clicking her tongue disapprovingly, “you know I would love to keep going back and forth on this little routine of yours. It would delight me to indulge this kink of yours in return for the services you have performed in the name of my reign.” She knelt down, and then her hand was on the back of Rainbow Dash’s head, fingers twisting into her short rainbow mane, twisting and pushing her muzzle down into the coarse carpet. “But, alas, you insist on spitting in the face of my authority time and time again. I simply cannot allow that kind of disobedience to flourish any longer. What will the commoners think if they learn that I am letting one of my unruly subjects act out with little more than a slap on the wrist?”

There were far more slaps, and far more than just slaps at that. Not that Rainbow Dash would have objected even if she weren’t gasping and panting at the moment. She couldn’t budge her head or neck, and she didn’t dare try to move her arms, to fight back, though her hips and legs squirmed limply.

“What do you suppose I am to do about this?” Nightmare Moon hummed thoughtfully, and she rolled her palm from side to side, grinding the pegasus’s face into the floor. “I cannot merely beat you if you will simply get off to it. It defeats the purpose if the punishment is pleasurable. No, we shall have to resort to something more dire.”

Rainbow Dash didn’t like the sound of that. Her rational side didn’t like that the idea of it excited her nonetheless.

Nightmare Moon’s hand trailed downward, over the back of her neck. The pressure was enough to keep her lying facedown. The pinpricks of nails ran over her, threatening to dig in and break the skin. Her tail twitched and her wings rustled. This seemed to attract the alicorn’s attention, drawing her touch to the back of the shoulder where the base of one wing was. There was another hum. “You did not always want to be a night guard, did you, Rainbow?” she asked inquisitively.

There was a twinge in her, a cold shock. This wasn’t a direction she had anticipated.

(she can’t know she can’t possibly know)

“Wh-what?” she blurted out.

“Well you certainly could not have grown up with this as your lifelong passion.” She was at least able to look up well enough now that she could see Nightmare Moon’s smirking face looking down at her, teeth like a crescent moon. “You ponies spent a thousand years thinking I would never come back.” The bitter resentment came hissing between her syllables like a gas leak, with about the same covert lethality. “No, I believe I recall…you wished to join the Wonderbolts. Showponies and aerial vanguards. Yes, you wished nothing more than to be known for your flight capabilities.” Her fingers were tenderly probing at the joints of Rainbow Dash’s left wing. There was no pain this time, no forceful exertion, merely the gentle sensation. It might have put her at ease if she weren’t already far too wound up to let her guard down again. “There was something you were working on. Some move you’ve been practicing since you were a filly. Remind me again what it was called.”

“A…a s-sonic rainboom,” Rainbow Dash admitted. That name filled her with shame in a way that none of the behavior that had led to this moment could have. She knew that she had been so close to achieving that lofty height that would have earned her all the recognition she desired. Then Nightmare Moon emerged from her prison in the moon and suddenly nopony could worry about some meager flying skills. Rainbow Dash had to transition merely from training in speed and acrobatics to learning combat. The stakes had raised from looking cool to the very lives of ponies being on the line.

“Hmm, yes, I remember, the last attempt you had at a training demonstration,” Nightmare Moon said with another innocuous chuckle. That reminder stung more than any of the punishments she had received thus far. Rainbow Dash had been so sure that this would be the one, that she would finally succeed.

A scant few months ago, during routine training, she had felt pumped, rushing with adrenaline. It was a crisp night and her blood was boiling during their formation drill. It was supposed to be a flight low to the forest canopy, a gentle glide that brought little attention to them, making it easier to spy upon anypony who might be hiding in the woods. Instead, Rainbow Dash had veered off-course, up into the sky, away from the angry voices shouting at her. This was it, she was certain; this was her moment. She still remembered the vivacity and the thrill as her wings flapped.

But, in the end, no. She hadn’t been able to keep up her acceleration during the dive and her trajectory faltered. Months and months of shifting her practice away from flight speed had left her at a worse state than she had been as a filly, all those years ago. The only thing she succeeded in was getting an earful from the captain. She only realized after it was over that Nightmare Moon had been watching the whole ordeal from the sidelines, and even after her failure there was no disapproval in her visage, only expectant curiosity. Then she had left, and they had never spoken again about this incident.

“A terrible shame,” the alicorn mused with a sigh, shaking her head, “that you will never be able to perfect it.”

(what)

That hand gripping her wing wasn’t so gentle anymore.

“No, wait,” she croaked.

“We must all make concessions, Rainbow,” Nightmare Moon said with solemn finality.

“N-no!”

Her nearer arm spasmed in the dark mare’s direction, and this was met by a hoof stamping on the limb. That pain was a distant afterthought, paling next to the immediate threat. Two hands now, pulling in different directions, ready to twist and yank. She wasn’t merely going to break the appendage, she was going to rip it off.

“Nightmare Moon, I’m s-sorry, I don’t—”

But Nightmare Moon didn’t say anything, her face flat and emotionless.

Wings weren’t supposed to bend like this. She’d never felt this much strain on her shoulders.

There was nothing stimulating about this, only the surge of dawning terror.

(no no no no)

“Stop!”

She was thrashing, hooves kicking, free hand clawing at the floor, desperate to get away, but to no avail.

Her eyes were burning.

Something was tearing.

She was coming apart.

(oh Cel—)

“PLEASE!”

The scream rent the pegasus’s own ears more than anything else. The sound of her own voice had never been so alien to her. Not a mare, not a seasoned flyer and capable warrior, not even a scared filly, but the shrill cry of a foal. It had come from herself, and she had never heard anything more terrible, wishing nothing more than to be rid of it, but it was imprinted upon her brain now, never to be forgotten. She was limp, completely prone upon the floor, as if that cry had sapped all the strength from her. There was nothing more she could do.

But the pain had stopped. When she weakly screwed her eyes upward, she saw the face of Nightmare Moon. She was smiling once more.

And in that moment, with all the anger and resistance falling away, Rainbow Dash’s rational side rushed in to fill the void. She immediately understood that she may have been spared this fate, but she had already lost. She had given up something of herself, something fleeting and ephemeral that she never could have held onto with merely her hands. It was the vital essence that filled and motivated her.

Pride. Her pride would never be the same.

“Very well, dear,” Nightmare Moon whispered, as sweet as could be, while reaching to stroke Rainbow Dash’s head, running over her cropped mane.

Rainbow Dash wanted nothing more than to seethe, to bare her teeth defiantly, but she lacked the strength even for that. It no longer seemed like there was any value in those actions. She could only wince at the dark alicorn’s touch.

“Ah, but what are we to do? I still cannot simply let you go,” she lamented, her eyes twinkling much like her mane as they studied her.

The pegasus wasn’t fooled by this act. She was certain that Nightmare Moon had always known exactly what was going to happen during this meeting. Every step along the way had been anticipated and accounted for. It was all a part of the punishment. It had all been part of the plan to break her.

“Hmm…” The alicorn’s lips peeled back while her grin widened, exposing the thin sliver of pointed teeth, and her eyes glimmered with malicious anticipation. “I know.” Her fingers found the collar of Rainbow Dash’s cuirass and pulled, effortlessly lifting her. The blue mare weakly attempted to steady herself, but she was unable to muster the necessary strength to stand before being lifted and tossed haphazardly into a chair. The inviting cushions did little to alleviate her ache, both physical and mental. Her body longed to be limp, nothing more than a living ragdoll. She refused to accept that humiliation.

Nightmare Moon clapped her hands, the sound echoing around them, and she called, “Rarity, come in.”

The door to the office opened, and in waddled that ponderous mountain of mare—the real one this time, presumably. Rarity was carrying a plate with two bottles and two goblets, keeping them remarkably still despite the pendulous jiggling of her frame with every step, even as she curtsied. She said not a word, kept her stone-faced gaze straight ahead while she held out the plate to Nightmare Moon. Stuck-up bitch couldn’t even be bothered to pay the other pony in the room any mind. Rainbow Dash grimaced, gritting her teeth. If she got up right now and threw herself at the maid, started groping and kissing her, tearing off her suit, the alicorn might very well opt to simply vaporize her on the spot. Would that be better or worse than whatever the current plan was?

“I believe it will do you some good to have a change in profession, Rainbow,” Nightmare Moon said while inspecting the bottles—there were labels on them, but the writing was an illegible scrawl of Old Unicornian. “What you need is a position that will teach you the importance of…meticulousness. Just for a little while, but perhaps you will come to prefer it in time. You are far too hotblooded for your own good, all that guard duty is doing nothing but keeping you riled up.”

Rainbow Dash was getting riled just listening to her pompous attitude, but that anger wasn’t enough to get her out of the pit of despair she had fallen into. It felt like more than just her wing had been put through the wringer.

“What do you suppose, Rarity?” she then asked casually.

Rarity blinked. Her gaze shifted from Nightmare Moon to Rainbow Dash and back again. The furrowing of her brow, however slight, suggested that she had been put on the spot. This had not been a part of her preparations. When her and the pegasus’s eyes met each other, a mutual sensation of disdain was shared between the two of them. This, however, was a moment in which Rainbow Dash could seize the upper hand, no matter how insignificant it might be, so she waggled her eyebrows and offered a weak smirk. Rarity scowled in turn. Nightmare Moon, if she did notice this exchange (which she probably did), made no reaction.

“Mistress,” the unicorn finally declared in her standard formal address, “I am of the frank opinion that Rainbow Dash is a boorish brute of a mare with not an iota of self-preservation or common sense in her body and I am certain that she will gladly throw herself on a spear someday for the thrill of it, assuming that her liver does not give out on her first.”

“Love you too, babe,” Rainbow Dash replied with a roll of her eyes and a halfhearted show of her middle finger.

Nightmare Moon only smiled.

“That being said…” Now Rarity settled firmly upon Rainbow Dash, cold and evaluatory. She didn’t like how those sapphire eyes made her bristle. A mere maid-consort oughtn’t be capable of eliciting that kind of response in a soldier. She wondered if the other members of the night guard would react this way, but she promptly decided that the answer was no. They weren’t aware of Rarity’s purpose, dismissing her as no different from any of the other maids in the castle, as they were supposed to. “I do suppose there is no denial that she is loyal to your cause, even if it is only for the sake of the whippings which you graciously offer to her.”

Nightmare Moon then chuckled and leaned over Rainbow Dash, visage filled with devilish mirth. “I did not expect to come across a pony who would so willingly throw themselves under my hoof.” She caressed the pegasus’s chin, gently, but at the same time with her nails pressing just firmly enough into the skin to be uncomfortable. The mare shivered. “You could have made this so much easier on both of us by just being forthright to me about this instead of making it into a game. Alas, we shall have to take drastic measures now. Not to worry, though—” She leaned closer still, breath of night wafting from her mouth before she pressed her muzzle against Rainbow Dash’s. It was a tender, affectionate, sincere kiss; Rainbow Dash didn’t know how best to reciprocate such a delicate gesture, so she could only sit there with her heart pounding in her throat until the alicorn decided to retreat. “—I am most confident that you will come to appreciate this solution.”

Rainbow Dash stared back, stock still. She wished that she could believe those claims. She would be all too eager to be in a position to receive more of the queen’s barbed affection.

She was also acutely aware that this was the pony who had conquered Equestria and banished its former ruler to the moon, and she knew a great deal about the ponies who were captured and sent to the dungeons—some whom she had captured herself.

But worst of all was that she distinctly knew that there wasn’t going to be any choice in the matter that lay ahead of her.

“Okay…” she said at last, far too demure for her liking, lacking any conviction in the slightest.

“Wonderful.” Nightmare Moon beamed at her and patted her cheek. “Let us get straight to it, then.” She reached to the side to pluck one of the goblets from the platter, which Rarity had just finished filling with dark ambrosia. She handed this one to Rainbow Dash while the other glass was filled, this one with the other bottle. “A toast, to Rainbow Dash, our loyal servant,” the alicorn declared while raising her cup, “may she soon learn her proper place and come to flourish within it.”

Rainbow Dash sighed melancholically and repeated the gesture.

Rarity looked on silently.

Nightmare Moon tipped her drink back to her lips, and despite her hesitation Rainbow Dash quickly followed suit. It was probably poison—why else would there be a separate bottle for the two of them? She still wasn’t going to back down from this challenge now that she had already set herself on this path. That was not and never would be the Rainbow Dash way.

It tasted not unlike wine, but there was a bittersweetness to it like medicine, and its texture was thick and syrupy, momentarily gumming up her throat before sliding down to her stomach. This had the almost immediate effect of prompting her to double over with a groan and clutch at her cramping midsection, a clatter following when she let go of her emptied glass. She gasped out “What…what was…?” before returning to her groans. It was as if her stomach were collapsing in on itself, and weakness was rapidly spreading through her. She felt like she’d run drills all day without any meals

There was another clinking of glass. Rainbow Dash had to fight with herself to look up, to see Nightmare Moon. The dark mare’s refined posture and countenance had shifted, fractured and unsteadied; the way she reeled on her hooves almost made her appear drunken (which would have been ironic given how her underlings were reprimanded for being intoxicated while on active duty). A grunt came from her as well, but her hands weren’t reaching for her stomach, rather lower down. The skirt of her dress was rising. “Just the kind of kick I needed,” she muttered while licking at her lips.

“What…did you…make me drink?” Rainbow Dash asked through gritted teeth. Oh, gods, she had never been so hungry in her life. She thought she could eat a whole hydra. She’d even settle for gnawing on timberwolf joints if she had to.

“It is a stimulant for your appetite, if you really must know,” Rarity chimed in, continuing to watch the proceedings with unflinching disinterest.

“Why do I…n-need a…”

“You should be more concerned with what I drank, Dashie dearest,” Nightmare Moon hissed. With her jaw hanging agape and saliva dripping from her maw, she looked more predatory than ever. That would have been the least of anypony’s concerns, though, when she pulled away the side of her skirt and tugged down on her underwear. There it was, right in front of Rainbow Dash: the royal cock and balls, and what a magnificent thing they were. The dark shaft, already erect and drooling viscous fluid, was comparable to a pony’s forearm in length and thickness, and the balls were the size of grapefruit. No, bigger than that. Actually, if the pegasus’s eyes were to be believed, the swollen globes were growing bigger by the second, steadily hanging lower and lower. Soon she would have difficulty fitting them in the palms of her hands—an urge nagging at the back of her mind. The heady stench of sex was washing over her, filling her nostrils and curling around her brain, beckoning her forward.

“Come now, Rainbow Dash.” Nightmare Moon’s voice was heavier now, rumbling with desire. She grabbed one of the mare’s shoulders, far less gentle now, yanking her forward to the edge of her seat. The oozing flare was inches from her face; it was akin to staring down the barrel of a cannon. “I thought you were so very eager to be on the receiving end of my pleasure.”

Rainbow Dash grunted dully. She normally would have been all too eager for this, yes. She would have been all over that stallion-meat with far less prompting than had already been given to her. Lust mixed in cleanly with the hunger that was plaguing her, the ache in her loins starting to catch up with that of her stomach. What didn’t help her was the weakness, the strength sapped from her muscles and bones; she had to put everything just into keeping herself from falling over. She would be all too glad to seize that dark member with both of her hands, to rub and caress it, to offer it the worship that a queen deserved, but she could scarcely lift her own arms. All she could do was lean forward until her nose came to rest against the tip of the spire, pre wetting her fur, and she stuck out her tongue to taste the salty fluid, lapping it up like water from a fountain. It did little to fill her, a mere drop in a desert.

She lacked the will or focus to shift her attention when there was a snort of laughter. “So forward! Look at that, Rarity, you would hardly think this was a proud pony of the night guard and not a ten-bit Manehatten prostitute.”

A noncommittal hum came from the direction of the great white mass. “She does seem quite receptive, Mistress.”

“Very receptive, yes.” Wicked, jeering mirth rolled over the pegasus as the harsh touch settled upon her again. “Shall we see how much she can receive?”

And then Nightmare Moon pulled.

Rainbow Dash’s jaw stretched agonizingly. By the time she made a strangled gurgle of alarm, the flare was through her teeth and down her throat, and the medial ring was fast approaching. Her body cried out in pain as her anatomy was strained, bulging where the shaft was inserted, though it was worst at the base of her neck, which was now grinding against the collar of her armor.

“Ngh, Rarity?”

“Yes, of course.”

Magic tingled at her, and the buckles came undone, easing the pressure just a smidge. That came at the cost of her modesty (what little there was left), now that she was stripped down to undergarments. Her cyan fur was marred at irregular intervals by the presence of red gashes, the lingering remnants of some of her more severe punishments. It was most likely purposeful that Nightmare Moon chose to grab her with her fingers over some of those tender patches, a sting adding further to the stimulation that was overpowering her. “Come on, Dashie,” the alicorn growled, “I am expecting you to stay for the full course.”

She began to thrust. Each repetition of the motion brought the pegasus’s muzzle just shy of slamming into the base of the cock that was entombed within her gullet. She could barely change her position at all, neck forced straight out, head pointed forward, body lateral to the floor. She had to awkwardly balance in a half-kneeling posture. Her arms reached out for support, and she found them in Nightmare Moon’s hips, hanging on for dear life, just as she was keeping a grip on her shoulders. Her tongue rasped at the meat that was filling her mouth far beyond maximum capacity, maybe to offer what little additional stimulation she could, or just to wring whatever flavor she could from this unconventional meal.

Was this better or worse than any of the other torments that had been inflicted upon her? She was at least certain that it was better than getting her wings torn off. But, on the other hand, it was only just beginning. She would only be able to judge after it was all over how her own satisfaction compared to the wounds she had received along the way.

It hardly took long for the first climax, the tall mare tensing as there was a spasm in her loins, and she held Rainbow Dash still (as if she could have gone anywhere). Swallowing wasn’t even necessary; she felt the strain in the urethral passage, bulging against her tongue, and then it deposited directly into her eagerly awaiting stomach. Her gut churned and swelled with cum, but though she filled rapidly the hunger was not sated, leeching at the new contents of her innards. She could barely hear her own stifled groan of protest, little more than a squeak over the crooning and panting of Nightmare Moon. Her midsection was growing heavy, sagging and drooping under its own weight; she couldn’t see it, but she could feel when it began to brush against her thighs, a gut that would have filled her lap. Great, the only thing her alcoholism was missing was a beer belly.

The agony mounted. She could only take so much. Was the aim to fill her until she popped like a balloon? Somehow, the pegasus doubted that Nightmare Moon would opt for such a fleeting solution, gone like a gust in the wind.

And yet there was something strangely titillating about that idea.

Something strange.

Something strange was happening to her.

She felt it in her gut. Bubbling. Boiling. Eating away at its contents. The hunger was all too eager to be sated.

The tension in her stomach diminished somewhat. It wasn’t because the flow of semen had stopped or even slowed, it was because it was starting to be burned up, fuel for the fires of her body. An athlete-turned-soldier needed plenty of calories, after all.

At the same time, the weight wasn’t exactly leaving her either. She still felt distinctly heavy and languid. She felt it in her chest, her rear, her thighs, her arms. Her thighs were pushing back against her gut and her breasts were doing the same on the other side. Her bra and underwear were growing tighter, digging into her skin.

(no, wait)

“Where do you think you are going?” Nightmare Moon snarled at her before she had even finished her grunt of protest, before she could wriggle even an inch. That cruel grasp found its way to her wing once more and squeezed. She could barely whimper. The gurgling of the alicorn’s balls seemed louder than ever. Just as her body was grinding and pressing at itself, she felt the fleshy globes swelling as they mashed against her chin. It was as if they hadn’t even been emptied. “We are not even close to done yet.”

There had been almost no refractory period. Nightmare Moon went straight back to thrusting, pumping into Rainbow Dash’s mouth. Her grip on the dark mare’s thighs was now a weak attempt to push away, but it was to little effect, she couldn’t hope to get herself off of the lance that had impaled her. There was numbing ache all along her digestive tract, but that was nothing compared to the anxiety that came from the sensations of her growth, the flesh creeping throughout her frame, the mounting layer of padding that would obliterate her trim, honed physique before long. That she couldn’t even see any of this might have been the worst part of all, her muzzle pointed straight toward Nightmare Moon’s crotch. She was left to imagine the damage that was being wreaked upon her.

Another explosive orgasm, perhaps even more forceful than the first, Rainbow Dash thought she might have been pushed back if it weren’t for the death grip upon her. The tension in her gut mounted exponentially, filling like a water balloon, but the hunger got to work even faster than before. Her thighs squeezed together, prompting her to widen her stance, a fruitless battle against the tide of expansion. Her remaining clothes snapped on their own, the effects most pressing for her breasts, now flopping free and hanging from her torso just like her gut did. It occurred to her that there was something rising into her field of vision, just below her eyes, and she realized that it was her cheeks, plumping outward into increasing obtrusiveness. She could see that the musculature of her arms had been largely obscured, swallowed up by sleeves of flab that were rapidly thickening.

If she screwed her eyes out to the side, she could just barely manage a glimpse of Rarity. At this low angle, she couldn’t see whatever impassive, unamused look was adorning her face, obscured by the canopy of her breasts. That was what she was turning into: a tub of lard.

Was that better or worse than being a living cum receptacle?

Nightmare Moon was thrusting again, the relentless battering ram pounding against her innards, testicles now slapping on her breasts when they swung forward. She didn’t have the strength to muster even an attempt at resistance. “Please please please!” Rainbow Dash wanted to say, as if that magical word would save her again, but the sounds were dying in her throat. She wondered if she would ever be able to talk at all, if her throat would be too worn from this exercise, if her tongue would be ground into paste. She never thought she would be so sick of the taste of penis.

Weakness was overtaking her in spite of how much she was being filled. Her lungs were crying out in anguish. The added bulk certainly wasn’t helping matters. She couldn’t keep herself up like this. Her trembling legs gave out on her and she went limp.

It brought her no pleasure to find that this didn’t matter, because her belly was now large enough to keep her elevated, almost perfectly in the right position for her fellating activity.

Rainbow Dash couldn’t have said how much longer it was before the pumping began to slow, the heat of lust and hunger cooling, time having blurred into a smear. The hold on her loosened, and she dimly discerned the exhaustion in Nightmare Moon’s gasping breath above her. Fingers brushed at her cheek, pressing into the pliant flesh; her head might have lolled limply were it not still stuck in place. Then her eyelids were being peeled back, burning light flooding back into her retinas. Words came floating lazily down to her: “Look at that, Rarity, she is still conscious. Impressive, I must admit.”

Just as suddenly as it had begun, Nightmare Moon pulled out the length of her cock, finally leaving Rainbow Dash to her own devices once more. Her first desperate intake of breath was cut short when she collapsed into a pile of herself. She gasped and coughed and wheezed. “What…did…” she tried to speak, but even without being gagged it was still not quite within her ability, her jaw so sore that she couldn’t muster the proper syllables. All she could do was moan while she attempted to assess the damage.

She merely had to look down to get some initial estimate of how bad it was. Rainbow Dash hadn’t been especially buxom before, a trait that didn’t often concern her given that it was more efficacious for one who needed to be aerodynamic. Now, though, her breasts sprawled before her, a pair of hills that strained the extent of her arms’ reach. Even before seeing that, however, she was met with newfound difficulty in the mere act of moving her neck. Folds of flab creased into each other, chin prodding against the cushy mass. Her breathing was growing louder, huffing and puffing, while her hands came flying up to probe at herself, another task that was inordinately difficult. She saw a palm that was a doughy mitt, swaddled in fat, and it wriggled its doughy fingers when she wriggled hers.

(no not this not this please not this)

The pegasus tried to stand, but the effort for even such a simple task was suddenly nowhere near sufficient. It was as if she were magnetically attracted to the floor. There was too much of her; even with her arms fully extended, her gut was firmly mashed on the carpet, nipples grazing at the coarse fibers. She held that pose for about five seconds before her strength gave out and she collapsed once more, the wind knocked out of her all over again. Her wings flapped in desperation, but, despite still being fully operable even with the ache that pervaded one of them, she couldn’t begin to get enough lift to pull herself upward. It was like she was trying to carry a boulder.

After all that, she had been grounded all the same.

Rainbow Dash opened her mouth, and she didn’t need words to articulate the anguish that erupted from within her. There was no strength in her, there was only the howling despair. Her eyes burned, tears streaming over the swollen curvature of her cheeks. This was worse than the humiliation on that day at flight camp. This was worse than the news that Celestia had been deposed. This was worse than any of the injustices she’d had to commit during her time as part of the night guard.

There was no pleasure to be had in this. She refused to accept that.

No matter…no matter how…

(no no no no no)

Nightmare Moon was looming over her, saying something to her. Something that was perhaps intended to be consoling, in that salacious saccharine tone that she so often exercised. She could tell because of the way she was whispering in her ear, tickling at her, taunting, teasing. It was supposed to put somepony at ease, to make them vulnerable. And there were hands grabbing at her, pulling, squeezing, kneading. The touch was electrifying. She was so tired, so exhausted, so worn down, and yet the fires were coming back to life.

(no…no…NO)

Another violent yowl erupted from the blue mare. She put everything into whirling about, into throwing out her arm, using its momentum like a flail. The battle fury remained within her. Her flabby wrist connected with something bony with a dull whack. There was a quiet gasp elsewhere in the room, Rarity presumably.

She looked back and she saw Nightmare Moon; she had managed to connect the blow with her jaw. She had long imagined what it might be like, when she was pushed to the brink enough to snap back. She had seen herself standing over the prone form of the alicorn, breathing heavily, drinking in the moment of victory for however long it would last before she was fried by a blast of magical plasma.

But no, here she was, already prone herself, and her doughy lump of a hand had merely thumped against Nightmare Moon’s cheek before flopping away, leaving her no worse for wear.

Nightmare Moon grinned down at her.

Rainbow Dash sobbed.

“There, there, Dashie, there is no need to act out,” the dark mare cooed softly. She extended her own hand to Rainbow Dash’s face, to tenderly cup her cheek. Rainbow Dash wanted to ease into that touch, to let it caress her, and yet she was aware that she couldn’t, knowing the likelihood that the nails were about to dig into her flesh.

Wasn’t she supposed to want that?

“Here, darling, let me help you with this.” Nightmare Moon leaned into her, reached around her, and pulled. Even with what must have been hundreds of pounds piled onto her frame, the alicorn still lifted her with what seemed like no effort, not a single strained grunt to be heard. She rolled Rainbow Dash over the fulcrum of her thigh and onto her ass with a thunderous quake that shook the floor, rattling the rooms’ contents. Her gut filled the span of her lap, pushing her legs far apart, and yet she still felt her thighs pressing together. She was sitting flat on her rear, and yet it was like she was reclining on a couch, buttocks softer than any cushions, hips spreading out far to either side of her. She almost couldn’t see the falling star emblems of her cutie mark at the farthest ends of her flanks.

“Look at you,” Nightmare Moon said warmly. She kept herself held in close proximity to the pegasus, clamped onto her. She hefted the mare’s swollen breasts so that they weren’t splayed to the sides of her gut, sandwiching herself in between them, reveling in this excess. She leaned forward and pressed her muzzle against Rainbow Dash’s, nostrils flaring in the presence of her scent, nuzzling at her and pushing hard into the pliant flesh. Her ethereal nebula mane teased at her, encircling her, entangling her. All the while, there was no ignoring the presence of the alicorn’s penis, still dampened with cum and the pegasus’s own internal juices, steadily throbbing against her gut, the implement that had brought this terrible fate upon her.

It felt good. It made her breath hitch in her throat. It made her quiver in delight, the slightest movement prompting a wave of ripples across her skin.

Why did it have to feel so good?

Why?

“Why…?” she whispered weakly.

“Why?” Nightmare Moon repeated to her. She tilted her head quizzically, tauntingly, and she grinned. “I would have thought this was everything you ever wanted.”

Rainbow Dash could only groan and grumble incoherently. Even if she’d had the strength for it, physically or emotionally, she didn’t think she’d have the capacity to express the turmoil within her. That had never been her forte; she was the tough one, the pony who had to do the dirty work and the heavy lifting, not the pony who had to do the thinking.

“You clearly only really cared about fooling around with me, Rainbow,” Nightmare Moon stated plainly, and she reached to pull over one of Rainbow Dash’s arms, gripping the flab that choked her muscles. Rainbow Dash didn’t put up any resistance when her hand was put against the alicorn’s bosom, the plush bulk almost as yielding as her own. It was a scandalous notion, yet she didn’t have the heart to relish in it. “Now there is no need to beat around the bush; you can be part of my entourage, welcome to receiving my affection at any time.” Then she brought their muzzles together, planting a kiss that Rainbow Dash yearned for and detested all at once, only able to groan hungrily while their lips and tongues played together.

She loved it, and she hated that she loved it.

It was true, she knew it. Even though she had been rising in the ranks of the night guard, she was losing the stomach for it. It would be far more convenient for her to be in a position where she could be close to Nightmare Moon without needing to put in that extra work.

But a maid-consort was supposed to please the Mistress, not merely to receive pleasure from her. Was Rainbow Dash going to be able to put her pride aside to fill that role sufficiently? She knew, unfortunately, that there wasn’t going to be enough time to dither on the subject, this position had already been thrust upon her (quite literally). This was going to have to be the new part she played. There wasn’t any room for her ambitions.

So she pushed back into Nightmare Moon, reciprocating the kiss. It was forceful on both sides, but it was a more sincere interaction than many of their past engagements. She may have been the pony who conquered Equestria, but she was a pony nonetheless, and Rainbow Dash knew how to satisfy a pony. It might take more work with this body, but the fundamental principles remained the same, surely.

The moment was only marred by the prickling on the back of her neck, the sensation of somepony watching her, boring their eyes into her. Rarity was the only one it could’ve been. Was she jealous?

Good, at least Rainbow Dash could have some sense of triumph in this.

= = = = =

“Rainbow Dash.”

The pegasus heaved out a disgruntled sigh as she finished folding the tablecloth over her bosom and put it aside. The monotony was only ever broken up when somepony deigned to speak to her. Most often it was a guard snickering at her, asking about how she had let herself go. They’d shut up when she threatened to throw herself on them; Nightmare Moon wasn’t picky about who started it, nothing went well for ponies who touched the maids. That is, except for other maids. Maids like…

“Yes, Rarity?” Rainbow Dash asked as she looked in the direction of the voice calling her. Even such a simple action was difficult for her; her cheeks and neck were too swollen to turn far enough, so she had to swivel her waist about too, which faced about the same lack of flexibility.

Rarity was stepping across the dining hall toward her, arms crossed behind her back. In the past, Rainbow Dash would have watched luridly at the unicorn as she moved, taking note of the way her form jostled with every step. Nowadays, she was more in awe and envy at the way the white mare was able to carry herself with such poise, not a hair out of place, not the slightest hint of exhaustion. Her expression was as flat as ever, which meant the coming news could be just about anything. A notable addition to Rarity’s appearance, however, was the birch stick which was tied to her belt, bouncing and swaying across her thigh with each step. It was always something that had been in her possession, being the head maid, but ever since Rainbow Dash’s induction it had been deemed necessary that she carry it with her at all times, in the event that some percussive admonishment was required.

“Your duties are done for the day,” Rarity announced once she had come within a couple paces. Of course, that was only as far as the breadth of their bodies went, their respective bulk jutting out far in front of themselves—both of them now instead of just Rarity. They would have had a great deal of difficulty reaching each other with just their hands without mashing their bodies together; Rarity’s breasts were too much of an obstruction in the front while Rainbow Dash’s hips and rump pushed out too far to the sides and rear.

“Has…the Mistress asked for me?” Rainbow Dash asked, catching her tongue, remembering the preferred lexicon when it came to Nightmare Moon.

“Not yet,” Rarity replied curtly, “but you will be prepared in the event of her summons, yes?”

“Yes.” Another long sigh. The feeling of impending doom that came from being in the same building as Nightmare Moon had been bad enough before, it was even worse when she knew that at any moment she could be yanked from wherever in the castle she was and brought to the queen’s chambers for a private show. At least it was usually enjoyable when she got there.

“Very well, then, you may take your leave,” Rarity declared with a nod of her head. Was there the faint curve of a smile at the corners of her lips? No, surely not.

Rainbow Dash turned to make her departure. That was another process that was exacerbated by her bulk. She could no longer merely pivot on one hoof and twist about. Instead she had to shuffle about in place, thighs grinding together all the while, until she was facing the desired direction. Then began the waddling, the laborious journey from point A to point B.

“Oh, Rainbow Dash, one more thing.”

“Wh—”

She couldn’t complete the syllable before there was a smack on her rear, digging into the flab of her buttock, and the sound turned into a yelp. The sting of the impact burned at her, and she knew full well that it hadn’t even been the hardest she could’ve been struck. She looked back and she saw Rarity, standing in the same pose, but now the lash had been unslung, held in her aura of levitation. “Do tuck in your shirt, we maids have our image to uphold,” she scolded flatly.

Rainbow Dash grumbled while she tugged on her coat, pulling it down along her stomach until she could tuck it into place. She didn’t know why she had to bother, it always slipped out within a few minutes. She also didn’t know why she bothered when the exultant thrill of the beating was usually preferable to her. Something about Rarity doing it, with her impassive stare and thin frown, made it less palatable. She hadn’t known that Nightmare Moon would be passing off all the disciplinary duties to her, leaving only the more exotic activities for their bedroom excursions.

Finally the pegasus left the dining hall behind her, wandering out into the halls of the castle. The ponies standing guard paid her no mind, except for the few who recognized her and flashed a sneer. She did the same, but it didn’t feel right when her lips creased into her cheeks. She tried to walk with confidence, which mostly translated to stiffly swinging her arms and stomping loudly. All the same, it was something that she couldn’t put up with forever, the added exertion taking further from her stamina. She was still breathing hard when she eased her pace upon exiting to the castle gardens.

It was dark, as was typical for the eternal night, but the palace grounds were kept lit by ghostly blue lights. She was not used to having to walk through this space; usually she would take off as soon as she left the interior, but flying was out of the question. Just out of an instinctive need upon seeing the starry sky above her, Rainbow Dash flapped her wings. It felt like she was trying to lift off with a whole battalion’s worth of armor strapped to her. Just for a moment, she felt the weight on her hooves lessen, but then her strength gave out and she had to stop, taking several minutes to catch her breath after an exertion of only a few seconds. Her heart ached, and not merely in the sense of the four-chambered organ she’d seen on anatomy posters in physician offices, pumping desperately to keep her overgrown body functioning.

So, instead, she had to walk. This gave her more time to take notice of the plants that inhabited the garden, the flowers with their vivid petals and the vines that snaked up trellises. She passed a bubbling fountain, and within the water she dimly caught the image of a mare staring back at her, a mare she scarcely recognized. Wearing the uniform of Nightmare Moon’s maid-consorts, the grimacing cyan pegasus was unreasonably obese, wider than she was tall, every inch of her utterly buried in fat. Even her cutie marks were stretched and distorted over the expansive breadth of her thighs. All that remained of the pony she had once been was her mane, rainbow hair still cropped short, but in time it would grow out again and she would have to wear it in a bun like Rarity. Or else, no doubt, face yet more lashings.

Further out from the gardens. Past the tall metal posts that bristled with arcane power, the markers denoting the protective ward that encircled the castle. Because she was still a part of the queen’s trusted services, no matter how rebellious she was, there would be no warning alarms going off inside the guard barracks when she passed in and out. Now, however, she was in dangerous territory, where the timberwolves and other predators of the Everfree Forest did their hunting. They were never of any concern to her in the past, and she had never even seen hide, hair, or branch of anything dangerous on one of these excursions, but now the hair on the back of her neck bristled, all the more conscious of the threat that was presented to her here. The gardens were getting further and further away from her through the cloying tree-choked path.

What would happen if Nightmare Moon called on her now? She didn’t think that being this far from the castle would be enough to stop the summons. She might be able to pass it off once as just going for a stroll, but it would only be a matter of time before suspicion arose. There was nothing that could be done about that for now. All she could do was hope for the best and continue moving forward, no matter what burden was saddled upon her.

Coming to a stop, Rainbow Dash chewed on her lip as she checked around herself in the gloom. She wasn’t used to looking from the ground, but she was pretty sure this was the right one: the tree with a knot in its side that formed a shallow hole. She was also used to being able to hover to get up to it; she could just barely get her hand in while standing on the tips of her hooves and stretching, and her fingers managed to catch on something metallic. She’d have to look into finding a new hiding place too, lower down.

The object she had removed was a bronze disc. Inscribed upon it was an emblem of a six-pointed star over a circle, thin lines indicating the rays of the sun. She held it close to her muzzle and whispered, and it began to glow with violet light, then she set it on the grass in front of herself and stepped backward. The air rippled and energy coalesced into a form in front of her, an apparition casting a purple glow across the trees and bushes around her. A bipedal form, equine, garbed in long scholarly robes lined with gilded trim and emblazoned with both the sun of Princess Celestia and the marking that was on the disc. Her stern face was framed by a short purple mane, night-blue with purple and violet streaks, though her whole semi-translucent body was tinted a shade of violet on account of the magic being used to project her.

She opened her mouth, looking about ready to belt out some instructions.

Only for her eyes to widen, ears flattening, posture loosening, as she took in the sight of the pony who had called her.

“Ra…R-Rainbow?!” she blurted out incredulously.

“Um…yeah,” Rainbow Dash admitted sheepishly, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. She wished she could hide herself, but she wasn’t certain there was a curtain or sheet large enough.

“Y-you…what…how…!” The lilac mare walked forward, arm outstretched, seemingly forgetting that she was merely a projection. Her hand passed through Rainbow Dash’s stomach, eliciting a tingle through the pegasus, gooseflesh rising along her skin. She stepped back, appearing to breathe heavily, gradually steadying and taking stock of the situation. Her roving eyes took another look around Rainbow Dash’s appearance, and she knew that she was looking at more than just the fact that she was now several times over bigger than the last time they saw each other. She was looking at the clothes she wore. Her brow was furrowing, returning to uncertainty and displeasure. “Rainbow, you…” she asked, quaking with anger and disbelief, “you became a consort?!”

“I didn’t have a choice,” Rainbow Dash muttered. She cast her gaze downward, though it was almost impossible to do that without looking at the rolling expanses of flesh around her.

“You always have a choice!” the mare insisted, “It’s never worth submitting oneself to that madmare!”

She scoffed back. “I’d like to see you say that when she has her hands on you! Would you refuse to submit to her when she’s getting ready to rip your horn off your head!”

“Yes, absolutely, I’m not going to let her take another inch of Equestria, no matter what it takes!” But Rainbow Dash caught the twinge in her, a flinch. She knew that her horn, her magic, was just as important to the lilac mare as her own wings were to her. She covered that with an exasperated groan, pinching her brow and shaking her head. “This is…just…fantastic! Now you’re going to be under even more scrutiny!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Rainbow Dash asserted, stomping a hoof to get the other mare’s attention out of her rambling.

“How can you say that?!” the unicorn snapped back immediately, “You’re now one of the closest ponies to Nightmare Moon in the whole country! She’s going to be watching your every move! You’re not even going to be able to fight back now! Is—” She gasped in alarm, eyes wide. “Is it even safe for you to be out here?! You’re going to compromise me! This whole plan is going to—”

“TWILIGHT!” Rainbow Dash’s bellowing voice shut her up, the purple mare nearly trembling now. Her anxiety was getting the better of her. “Everything is going to be fine,” the pegasus insisted, keeping herself level and steady. She didn’t know where this strength was when she needed to carry herself inside the castle. It was most likely because she knew that this mare’s wellbeing was more important than her own. “Nightmare Moon doesn’t suspect anything about me. She just thinks I like acting out for attention.” She wouldn’t mention that the “attention” she wanted came in the form of a whip. “If anything, I’d say I’m under less scrutiny now. That crazy mare doesn’t think there’s anything to worry about with me now that I’m under her hoof, and the guards can’t touch me now. And, like you said, I’m now one of the closest ponies to her. Just think about what kinds of opportunities that might give me.”

She managed a confident expression and posture that she wouldn’t have thought possible with her new body mere moments ago. Something inside her, at least, was still the same. She hadn’t relinquished her pride entirely.

Twilight—Twilight Sparkle, former student of Princess Celestia—didn’t look entirely convinced, still torn with worry. She bit her lip and tapped her hoof, on what was probably a harder floor than grass and dirt wherever she was standing. Finally, she sighed and said, “Alright, I suppose that’s true, there may be avenues to consider for this turn of events. Still, it doesn’t change what you’ve had to become for this. Can…can you even run like this?”

“Don’t worry about it, Twi,” Rainbow Dash replied with a hearty chuckle. The pegasus had plenty to worry about herself, she didn’t need somepony else worrying for her. “I’ll get things figured out, she never said I couldn’t still work out. I’ll be flying again before you know it!” She had to convince herself more than the other mare.

“If you say so,” Twilight Sparkle replied, putting her hand to her brow, either wiping it of sweat or kneading her temples. “It’s just…” When she looked at Rainbow Dash again, this time it was down toward her gut. Her coat had come loose again, leaving the lower half of the cyan expanse exposed. “Dear Celestia, why did she have to make you so…so big?” she asked, as if thinking aloud.

Rainbow Dash snickered. “What’s the matter, Twi, can’t focus on your all-important mission to save Equestria while you’ve got some belly in front of you?” She pushed out her stomach for emphasis. It was a good thing they weren’t in the same space together, otherwise she might’ve stepped forward to press her gut on the unicorn.

(was she enjoying this after all)

“N-n-no, I-I…I just…” she stammered incoherently. Even through her lavender fur and the violet glare that covered her form, the blush on her cheeks could be seen. As could the subtle shifting underneath her robes.

“Come on, Twi, just think about it,” Rainbow Dash said while tracing her hands across her stomach and over her thighs. “You know what they say about alicorns having consorts. After all of this is over, you’ll be able to settle down with your own lovers.”

“I’m not going to become an alicorn, Rainbow.” Twilight Sparkle’s shaking hands reached to her groin, to obscure the tenting cloth. “We’re doing this to bring Celestia back, not to install me on the throne.”

“I’m sure Celestia could make you a duchess or something, like Cadence,” the pegasus said flippantly, as if court politics were even remotely in her field of study.

Twilight Sparkle didn’t respond, only trembled. Rainbow Dash wished she could hold her at a time like this. It was terribly difficult to be away from her for so long. It was probably harder for the unicorn, even if she was unlikely to admit to it.

Just as Rainbow Dash would have been unlikely to admit that there might be some value in her present appearance.

“There’s no time to think about things like that, Rainbow,” Twilight Sparkle eventually muttered, “we need to focus on saving Equestria above all else.”

“Sure, we can do that,” Rainbow Dash replied coolly, “we’ll get rid of that psycho and then we can do whatever we want!”

There was a twinge somewhere in her brain as it suddenly occurred to her that there would then be nopony to whip her.

Maybe Twilight Sparkle would be able to do it?

Now that was an idea.

Author's Note

For a while I'd been mulling over a story that would be the next installment for this NMM timeline series. It would've featured the end result of Rainbow Dash having already been maidified offscreen. Then, though, I came to the decision to instead go through with actually showing that scene properly, it gave more opportunity to think about the worldbuilding for this setting.

I decided I would have to commit to whether or not Rainbow Dash would be an undercover agent for Twilight Sparkle, hopefully I don't come to regret that idea.

Definitely wasn't scrabbling to put things together as I went along.

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