The Battle of Winter

by Kromulus Regulus

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Other, Sex
Length: 2585

Can Luna save Equestria from Jon the Apocalypse?

Equestria is no more. It lays to waste from the onslaught of one creature. One creature that, somehow, managed to destroy all life in the land. Now, only one Alicorn stands in its way. Luna, Princess of the Night, takes her final stand against Jon the Reaper.

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And then something special happens.

Authors Notes:
Took me like almost an hour and thirty minutes to write this. I didn't like to take that long, but I needed to because I wanted to get it right. I hope you all agree and, if not or even if so, please leave a comment!

Published 2012-09-19 02:24:03 UTC
Last updated 2012-09-19 02:24:03 UTC

The Battle

The Battle of Winter

Written For:

Father Night

Here you go pal. Thanks for all the friendship.

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Edited By:

Avorin

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The harsh winter wind cascaded across the barren landscape, bringing with it a chill that had not been felt for centuries. The land of Equestria, once ripe with love and kindness, had turned into desolation and emptiness. There was nothing to be found, not even a shred of warmth, for thousands of miles. Everything, from Ponyville to Canterlot, had been affected. Not one place in the land was there not a single drop of snow, for it spread many feet thick for as far as the eye could see.

Beneath that snow lay the remains of millions of ponies, griffons and other species in Equestria. They were all frozen, expressions left standing as if they had been caught in an instantaneous event. Luna could feel their cries for release, could hear the echoed screams of their souls. She had, at first, laid dormant as she most often did in the beginning of this arctic armageddon. When Celestia and nearly all the land had fallen to its onslaught, however, did she finally bring forth her powers to fight against it.

Too late, she had discovered. Her hooves gently patted across the surface of the snow, the sound echoing in the distance suddenly as the wind ceased. She glanced to her left quickly, then to her right, knowing something was amiss. Slowly, she carefully took a step forward, only to take it back with a gasp as a scythe sliced into the snow. She watched, horrified, as it turned to ice, Luna beating her wings to escape the fast moving spell. The Princess of the Night glared towards the one who nearly struck her, hissing his name.

“Jon!” She seethed, “Thou doest poison our lands further! Doest thou not knowest an end?!”

A stream of snowflakes engulfed the figure before Luna as it manifested fully, revealing a decaying human corpse partially hidden by a brown cloak. His eyes, long before being taken back by nature, were replaced with two red glowing orbs of light. The last remnants of muscle upon his face twisted upward in a wicked smile. He hoisted his scythe’s wooden shaft onto his shoulder, the weight of the insanely huge weapon only causing a momentary jolt to his form.

“The end is near, baby.” Jon replied with a snicker, “There’ll be nothing left for you. Nothing at all. Then it’ll be mine.”

Luna, feeling righteous fury, stomped her hooves on the ground. Her eyes glowed an intense white as the clouds above churned into a massive storm. Lightning bolts struck down from the heavens, causing the partially frozen landscape to burst with heat; plumes of snow erupting from each individual strike. “Thou shalt end this madness, now!” Luna roared in her loudest of voices, it echoing across the land. “Thou shalt die!”

Jon smirked. “I’m already dead, cupcake.”

With a growl, Luna shot forward, her wings beating but once to bring her to an insane speed. The speed of her wake causing the landscape to part like an ocean, the snow and parts of earth streaming into the heavens as lightning continued its assault below. Jon stood still, calculating his odds of success, then giving the widest grin he could muster in his decayed state. In an instant, he brought his reaper scythe to bear, side stepping quickly to parry the frontal assault by Luna. Luna, not one to be deterred, quickly barreled like a missile to her target, surprising even Jon as she impacted.

Miles above, just barely grazing the atmosphere, a lone rock had begun to end it’s journey from millions of miles away. The atmosphere started to graze against its surface, friction coming into play as a trail of fire and smoke formed behind it. Fate would have a different way with things, however, as down below the planet-wide coverage of clouds, a burst of light erupted. So powerful was this burst that it literally parted these clouds, bringing with it in its shockwave chunks of earth and magma. As the lone rock continued downward, the shockwave impacted it, obliterating its structure instantaneously.

Back down below, the horrifying destruction was laid to bare. John lay in the center of a rather deep crater. Luna, on top of him, beat her wings against the still air as she hovered above the lifeless form beneath her. The earth, no longer covered in frost or ice, groaned as slow trails of magma erupted around Jon’s corpse. In a few moments, it was consumed, and the light emanating from Luna’s eyes dimmed as she smirked.

“And so it ends,” Luna said calmly, her hooves touching the ground as she stood at the edge of the crater. She closed her eyes, saying whatever prayer fitted the moment, then started to turn. She heard a noise then, eyes shooting open suddenly as her head turned back. “Impossible,” she gasped. Her gaze creeped over the edge again, watching as a scythe slowly rose from the magma.

“Impossible!” Proclaimed Luna loudly.

Despite her proclamations, the impossible continued to happen. The scythe was soon joined by a skull, the eyes a darker shade of red as they glared demonically towards Luna. The form rose further, all but a skeleton now thanks to the undoing of the magma; its form kept together by what seemed to be an ethereal darkness. The energy emanating from this darkness attracted the lava, much like a magnet to steel, tiny orbs of it floating around the ungodly form of Jon. “Surprised?” said Jon as his foot bones rested on the magma’s surface. “I would be, if I were you.”

Without a chance to respond, Jon burst upwards quickly, the lava following in his wake. All too suddenly he aimed down towards Luna, scythe now pointed forward as he crashed into Luna’s form. His boned hand gripped Luna’s muzzle, he thrusting his right leg against the ground to force his momentum forward; He traveling just barely above the surface. He then forced Luna’s head against the ground, watching with twisted delight as she flailed and struggled; each impact of rock causing her to scream in agony and pain as cuts and bruises formed. Then, with another movement of his feet, he stopped himself, flinging his arm that gripped the alicorn in an overarching circle. He used the momentum from this to raise himself from the ground, throwing Luna into the ground.

The dirt and debris from the impact lingered for many long minutes, Jon lingering in the air for longer than he desired. His eyes scanned across the surface, looking for any trace of his enemy. Finding none, he started to descend, his feet just barely having enough time to touch the surface when he felt something akin to a mountain slamming into him.

Luna spared no time in using her magic to smoosh Jon beneath the giant boulder. Again and again she directed the boulder to smash into the walking skeleton. With each impact, her grunts became louder, her magical excursion using more and more of her strength up. Time and again, the boulder came down, chunks flying off as it started to dwindle in form. Tears formed in Luna’s eyes, her face the pure unadulterated vision of rage as her horn glowed brighter and brighter. Finally, as the boulder smashed into unusable pieces, she grabbed anything she could within her line of sight, sending more rocks and dead husks of trees against Jon. Finally, when she could no more, she gave out one final groan as she lifted a large portion of the ground onto the monstrosity below.

The thud of the impact echoed in the distance, Luna descending at a fast face as she collapsed on the ground. She believed with all her might that she had finally finished the battle, defeating the worst cataclysm to befall Equestria since its inception. She started to cry, softly at first, then hard gasps and sobs. Everything she loved, everypony she loved, was now but a frozen sculpture. There was no telling how many had been destroyed in their fight alone, adding further to her sadness. She cried and cried, so caught up in her suffering that she didn’t hear the footfall ahead of her.

She didn’t hear the slow footsteps towards her.

She didn’t see the figure kneel before her.

Only when she felt something softly caress her cheek did she dare open her eyes. She looked up, not into the face of a demon, but of a human being. She knew this face, knew of its history and where it had come from. A few more tears descended down her cheeks, only to have a few of them wiped away by a finger. She sniffled silently, opening an eye as she leaned a cheek into an offered palm, gazing into those sparkling, caring eyes that now looked down at her.

“I’m sorry,” Luna spoke softly.

“I’m sorry too,” Jon spoke, smiling.

Slowly, Jon’s form changed as he kneeled further down. His nose extended, forming a muzzle. His two legs and arms became hooves, his body expanding and condensing in length. Before long, a light orange hide appeared across his body, and wings sprouted across his back as they extended slowly. His lips met Luna’s, and softly they kissed each other as his transformation completed. The kiss, gentle at first, intensified with every passing moment. Luna rising slowly to press against Jon, he returning the gesture as their kisses became more fierce and passionate.

Around them, the scenery changed. The lifeless, destroyed landscape began to restore itself. Trees and grass started to sprout to life across the earth. The clouds slowly parted for the sun to shine once again. It a quick manner, ponies of all sizes and shapes came back to life from dormancy and death, walking again as if nothing had ever happened. Around them, Ponyville was once again restored. None of the ponies seemed to notice the kissing duo, however. The two quickly rising in the sky as a cloud formed and enveloped them.

Jon gasped as he released his kiss, staring into Luna’s wide eyes. He blinked at his surrounding, his mouth open as he took quick, sharp breaths. Luna did the same, then returned her gaze to Jon. She squealed suddenly, hugging the pegasus stallion tightly. “It’s over!” She said in a very non-Luna fashion, “It’s over and I can feel life again!”

Jon kissed her neck, rubbing a hoof across her ethereal mane. “I’m glad I could help,” he said softly into her ear. “I don’t normally venture into dreams, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”

Luna giggled, then sighed softly, almost lustfully. “Nightmares can be troublesome but...there’s also something else that needs to be addressed.”

“And that would be?”

Luna brought him into another kiss, drawn out with gentle tongue play. She then released it, staring half-lidded into his eyes. “I need my happy ending.”

“As you wish,” Jon replied with a smirk, kissing her lips once more before trailing his kisses slowly down her neck and chest. All the while, as he crept closer and closer to his goal, Luna squealed with delight.

Jon traced his tongue down her belly, down to her soft and delicate mammary glands. His lips played across the tits gently, softly biting at first. Each nip rewarded him with a further squeal from the Night Princess, which turned into an outright scream as he sensually bit down on a tit. Her hind legs flailed at the very direct violation of her sensitive parts, which then subsided as she shuddered from his tongue caressing the offended area. “Not so hard!” She objected softly.

“I’m sorry,” Jon replied genuinely, his snout twisting this way and that as he continued his licks. “I am...”

“I know Jo- ooOOoooooOOOOOH!”

It was the delight from heaven above. Luna placed both forehooves over her mouth, still in the mist of drawn out moan as her eyes slowly drew the back of her head. Before her, Jon had used his tongue to enter her most private of places, parting her delicate and soft lips of her flower, licking into the insides of her passage. Her hind legs were having a spaz fit, as were her wings, as she struggled to not orgasm then and there. But it was too much, and she couldn’t resist his technique, giving in as a flood of nectar flowed over Jon’s muzzle.

After a minute, Jon stopped licking against her flower, lifting his head in a cocky smirk as Luna panted and tried to regain her senses. One eye opened before the other, looking this way and that as she attempted to look at Jon. It was, at first, futile, and she just smiled happily at his gentle hoof rubs against her hind legs. Then, her mind returned to her, and all too quickly her expression changed. She growled at Jon. Not in anger, but in pure lust, she moving so quickly that her head butted into the pegasus stallions. In a flash, Jon was on his back, and Luna atop him.

“My turn,” Luna said, a grin forming across her lips.

Before he could speak, Jon felt an incredible warmth consume the tip of his shaft. During his previous ministrations of the Night Princess, his stallionhood had come to attention from the foreplay. Now, it was his undoing, Luna impaling herself down on his shaft as her head rose in the air in the throes of lust. Her moan echoed into the distance, the cloud parting around them to reveal a very full moon in the night sky. Jon could barely make out the shape as his vision blurred, he then feeling the sudden, inescapable pleasure of the Night Alicorn riding his shaft like no mare before.

Her screams of pleasure seemed to sound into his very soul. Jon trying to find some semblance of control as he raised his forehooves to grip Luna’s sides, but the Night Princess would have none of that. Instead, she rocked harder, engulfing his shaft fully inside her as her hips swayed in just the right manner to bring Jon into submission. He could no longer feel his arms, nor legs for that matter. He could only feel her, this mistress of the night, riding his stallionhood for all it was worth. His eyes rolled to the back of his eyed, his sense of being losing itself as he felt an all too familiar warmth creep from his stomach into his chest.

Luna noticed this despite her intense efforts, lowering her muzzle to his hear. “Give it allll...”

That did it for Jon. The Pegasus Stallion entered a series of spasms as his shaft erupted and spurted his seed deep within Luna’s womb. She shrieked in pleasure, her eyes glowing an intense shade of white as she continued to ride the stallions pride. His orgasm was intensified by the continued, and intense, ministrations of her insides as Luna’s flower milked the giving shaft for all it was worth. Slowly, after several minutes of groaning and moaning from both, Luna collapsed onto Jon. She sighed happily, kissing his snout as he came to once again, smiling at her with a weak grunt.

“Thank you,” Luna said, her eyes drooping low.

“Anytime,” Jon said.

And then Luna woke up, the happiness of the event lingering with her for the rest of the day.