Suborned

by Cloplestia

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Royal Guard, Porn, Sex, Daybreaker, Nightmare Moon
Length: 9101

Nightmare Moon is back! And this time she has a plan. Unfortunately, she's not the only one.

This time Nightmare Moon was sure to win! The plan was simple! Exploit this "magic of friendship" business and seduce Celestia's Day Guard into joining her in a surprise attack.

Little did she know Daybreaker was also preparing for her own moment to strike. And, well, great minds think alike....

An entry in Dezmo's NSFW contest.

Contains: highly dubious consent, corruption of Royal Guardsponies, orgasm denial.

Cover art by Renokim

Published 2022-08-28 22:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-28 22:20:00 UTC

Meanwhile

Steelpoint walked his patrol in Canterlot Palace at a steady pace, ever vigilant for anything out of the ordinary that might spell danger for the palace or the diarchy—especially Princess Celestia. The Day Guard was loyal to Equestria as a whole, naturally, but scarcely any pony would be surprised to find the Princess of the Sun held a special place among them.

Not that Steelpoint would ever admit to any favoritism. He strove to do his duty with prejudice to none, and was hardly unique in that respect among the Guard. Though he had little opportunity to demonstrate it, as the shifts of guards like him were seldom eventful. Sometimes he found himself wishing for a bit of excitement, a chance to use his unicorn magic as he had trained and uncover some dastardly plot against the throne. In reality, he was far more likely to have to guide a tourist who had wandered astray.

This day was a particularly bland example, the castle quiet and his rounds little more than a walking exercise program. At least the views of Canterlot as he passed by various windows and balconies were always spectacular. It was twilight now, and as soon as he finished his patrol he would be done for the day, the duties of defending Canterlot passed off to his batpony counterparts of the Night Guard.

Behind him he heard the sound of a door opening. Strange... this wing of the palace had guest chambers for visitors, but they were not currently occupied.

He turned around—sure enough a door had swung open, though he saw no other ponies. Perhaps it had not been securely closed to begin with, and an errant breeze had disturbed it? Regardless, he had a duty to investigate, so he approached cautiously, though he hardly expected trouble.

“Hello?” he called out, poking his head into the shadowy chamber. It was well-appointed suite of rooms, marble floored with an exotic carpet surrounded by couches and tables set around the entrance foyer. At present the only lighting was the ruddy evening glow pouring through a pair of skylights angled high in the ceiling. “Is anypony here?” he asked as he stepped fully into the room.

The door shut with a heavy thud, making him jump. “There certainly is,” came a voice from a shadowy corner of the room which had been concealed by the open door.

Steelpoint spun to face the speaker, alarms suddenly going off in his mind. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted his eyes.

An alicorn, tall and svelte and black as midnight, stepped from the shadows. Her mane and tail glowed with a pale light, stars sparkling within the ethereal hairs. She did not wear her fierce regalia, but her identity was beyond question all the same.

His heart pounded. Panic crawled through his veins. “Nightmare Moon!” he gasped. He spun to the door. “I have to warn the Princess,” he babbled, pulling at the door handle, but Nightmare Moon's magic held it sealed shut.

“Now, now,” drawled the evil alicorn, “we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise for her, would we?”

Steelpoint shoved at the door in vain, then turned to face her down. “Release Princess Luna, villain!” He charged his horn with a magic blast, though he knew he could have no hope of defeating the creature before him.

She only laughed. “Release her? Silly colt, I am her. I am Princess Luna grown clear of eye and bold of heart! I am Princess Luna no longer willing to meekly bow to the tyranny of the day. It is time for me to take my own place guiding Equestria. I, not my sister, shall be the preeminent power of this land!”

“You'll be banished to the moon again!”

“Oh I think not,” she chuckled. “I think this time things will work out rather differently. This time I have a plan.”

She took a step forward, dipping her head so her horn tapped his and discharged the energy he had gathered in it in a harmless shower of sparks. He felt cool tentacles of her magic wrap around him then, pulling him away from the door and to the center of the chamber.

He struggled against the binding forces, but it was like dragging his limbs through thick mud. “Let go of me! You'll never get away with this!”

“Oh, don't be tiresome.”

Once she had him where she liked, he felt the bonds of magic slip, granting him a tentative freedom. A red carpet cushioned his hooves, embroidered with abstract designs in gold and yellow. He tensed his muscles, preparing to bolt for the door, but he knew she would not let him escape that way. He looked around wildly for any other means of egress, but he knew at best one of the attached chambers might have a balcony, which was of no use unless he could somehow change into a pegasus.

Wild childhood fancies rushed through his mind and his eyes grew wide. “Are you going to gobble me?!” he gasped.

She laughed, and brought her lips to his ears. “Would you like to be gobbled?” she asked.

He gulped and backed up a step. “What do you want?” he said defiantly.

“I want... no, I demand the respect due me,” the mare said. Her voice sent an icy chill down his spine. “What I want is to find those ponies with the wisdom and vision to join me.”

He stared at her. “Are you mad?”

“Friendship defeated me once; now I shall turn friendship into my weapon!”

He shook his head rapidly. “You think I'd join you? You're evil!”

She clucked her tongue. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I'm a member of the Day Guard! We stand with Celestia!”

“You sound a little panicked, Day Guard. What's your name?”

“I won't tell you anything!”

She shook her head disapprovingly. “That's not very friendly of you. I can't imagine my sister would approve of such an attitude.”

Steelpoint clenched his jaw. He would not give her the pleasure of responding to her mockery. She stepped around him slowly, and he felt his heart pounding in nervousness. What did she plan to do with him?

“You look so constrained,” she murmured. “It can't be pleasant to spend your day in that stifling outfit.”

He felt her magic pulling at the straps of his armor. In but a moment it was stripped from his body and flung to one side. His helmet soon followed, in spite of his efforts to grab onto it, and then he was facing Nightmare Moon without any protection.

“That's more like it,” she said. She circled around him slowly. He could almost feel her gaze dragging across his body. “My,” she said, “you've a fine physique. Are all of Celestia's guards so admirably proportioned?”

“All of us are required to pass certain physical fitness tests, if that's what you mean. Don't imagine we'll roll over to you easily.”

“I wouldn't dream of it,” she purred. He felt her wing slide down his spine, the soft feathers sending an electric shiver through him. “Tell me, does Celestia reward you well for standing about in that stuffy helmet all day?”

He turned his head, following her as she walked around him. He could see her eyes linger on his haunches as she spoke.

“We are fairly paid,” he said primly.

“But no other marks of affection from my prissy sister.”

She paraded in front of him now. She was tall and lithe, and as she walked she swayed her hips, letting her tail swoosh to one side as if to invite him to study her rump as she had observed his.

“My servants would be granted more material proofs of my appreciation,” she said.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She was messing with his mind. He wasn't going to let her mess with his mind. She posed at an angle before him, inspecting him, and he could see the twin purple spots on her belly, drawing his gaze to the place where curve of stomach met hind leg. She probably had no idea how weak he was to that particular conjunction of anatomy, and those spots only enhanced the appeal.

No, no, how could his mind wander there? He had a duty to escape! He had to warn Princess Celestia that Nightmare Moon walked the land again!

He tensed his haunches, a half-baked plan entering his mind to rush to the back rooms of the suite hoping for a balcony from which he could call out to a passing pegasus or acrobatically leap to another balcony as if he were the hero in a Jade Bond story. But before he could move, he felt Nightmare Moon's magic encircling his front hooves and holding him in place.

“Ah-ah-ahh,” she said in a warning tone, “I see you readying yourself for something stupid.” She murmured something twisted and arcane that he could not follow. Beneath his hooves the designs woven in the carpet began to glow, and within moments alien tentacles seeped out of the eye-straining angles of the carpet's pattern. Before he could jump away they wrapped around his hooves and heaved him upward so that he was restrained with his belly exposed before her.

She smiled a predatory smile, staring at his midriff. His eyes grew wide as he realized she was staring at his balls. Did she mean to torture him? “Do you worst, monster,” he said defiantly, tugging ineffectually at the tentacles that held his limbs. But she only laughed and reached out with one hoof to touch his orbs.

Rather than the expected pain of a slap or a punch, he felt only the gentle caress of her hoof. In confusion he watched her hoof as it fondled his balls, weighing them and shifting them across the bottom of her hoof.

“My,” she said, “such hefty masses. Do you have a nice load of sperm you've been saving up?”

“Wh... what?”

“Such a virile young stallion.” Her hoof stroked at his balls, and he felt an electric shiver run up his spine. “Do all the stallions of the Day Guard have such admirable sperm tanks?”

He felt a tightness in his groin as his cock began to emerge from his sheath. He tried to will it back down, but as he looked upon her he could see her gaze was fixed intently upon his stiffening shaft. The hungry expression on her face made his heart pound unexpectedly. With each passing moment he felt his cock swelling further into hardness.

She licked her lips. It wasn't possible she could be attracted to his cock, yet he could not deny what was happening before him. “I don't know what your game is, Nightmare Moon, but I won't be a party to it!” he said defiantly.

She laughed. “I simply want you to feel appreciated,” she said. And then she licked up the length of his shaft, her tongue pressing into his flesh and sending shockwaves of pleasure shuddering through his body. Instinctively he thrust his hips against her mouth, shoving his cock into her face and shivering at the thrilling pressure of her muzzle on his shaft.

And then a rush of terror filled him. How had he dared grind his cock into Nightmare Moon's lips? He was doomed!

For an instant cold flames blazed in her eyes. But then she swept her tongue up his shaft once more, finishing by sliding the full length of her tongue across the very tip of his cock, dragging the soft muscle across his urethra. The intimate touch made him shake and gasp in the rush of erotic sensations.

“You see how much more... rewarding it can be in my service?” she purred.

“I am loyal to Princess Celestia!” he insisted.

“Ohhh, but don't be so hasty. Why not enjoy this sample of the pleasures you could be enjoying with the Night?”

Tendrils of her ethereal mane swept around his balls, caressing them as if to waken the sperm within. One of the tentacles holding him twined its way around the base of his tail, gently teasing at his anus with the tip and sending a weird thrill of worried excitement through his haunches. She inhaled the raw scent of his cock, filling her lungs and letting her eyes slide shut as she savored his musk. The sight of it made his cock twitch, but he cried out “I won't betray my princess!”

She ignored his words, instead parting her lips and bringing her muzzle down around his shaft. He sucked in his breath as he felt his cock entering the warm, wet paradise of Nightmare Moon's mouth. The thrills her tongue had brought were swept away now in the tsunami of pleasure that raced through him with the embrace of her lips.

Meanwhile

“Daybreaker! They warned us you could be a potential threat at the academy, but nopony believed it could ever happen!”

Daybreaker gazed down upon the batpony of the Night Guard. The evening light streamed in through the window, illuminating the unused apartment she had whisked him into. He lay on his back, held down by her magic, a pathetic sight with his armor stripped of him; although in truth, like most of the Night Guard, his lithe, muscular figure was not displeasing to her.

“Please come back to us, Princess Celestia,” the guard continued. “Whatever you're upset about, I'm sure Princess Luna can—”

A burst of anger filled her. “Princess Luna,” she sneered. “For a thousand years ponies paid attention only to me, but now she steals my glory at every turn!” Daybreaker grit her teeth, and then took a deep breath. “But I'm going to fix everything,” she said in a calmer tone. “I had a brilliant idea. And you can help me... what is your name, little pony?”

He gulped. “It's Moontail. But I'm not going to help you against Princess Luna!”

She chuckled. “Stand with me, Moontail, and I can assure you that you will find it very worth your while.” She stepped over him, settling atop him and lowering her hips until she straddled his groin. His body was warm, though she must have felt feverishly hot to him. His sheath was a mound pressing against the lips of her cunt, and she surprised herself to feel a trace of her own wetness smearing against his flesh.

“What are you doing?” he yelped.

She smiled. “Call it a mere sample of what you'll gain once you stand with the Day.” She began to slowly thrust her hips across his groin. Soon, in spite of himself, his cock roused, a stiffening cylinder of flesh she rode. The feel of his hardening shaft against her pussy lips as she stroked herself along him sent delicious tendrils of pleasure shivering through her thighs. Her own wetness began to gather and trickle from her, painting his cock as she moved.

“Ever fucked an alicorn?” she breathed. He stared back wide-eyed, as if doubting what he'd heard. “Of course not,” she said. “Luna would never dream of treating mere guardsponies to the reward of her body. And you work so hard for her too. It hardly seems fair now, does it.”

She continued sliding her pussy up and down the length of his now fully erect cock. It was a lovely feeling, the pressure of his hard flesh against her, the caress of his veins as they slid across her nether lips, and the sharp thrill of his medial ridge sweeping across her.

He looked up at her, still befuddled by the situation. “Princess Luna protect me, Princess Luna protect me, Princess Luna protect me,” he whispered. But his voice broke off as she brought her muzzle down to his ears and murmured, “Do you want to fuck an alicorn?”

He said nothing, but his eyes grew wide. And down lower she felt his cock give a powerful twitch as it pressed into the mound of her pussy.

“I'll take that as a yes,” Daybreaker said. She pressed her lips to his muzzle and kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth and teasing at his own tongue. “Hhmmmnnnnnghhhh!” he cried out, his voice muffled by her mouth. His cock throbbed strongly against her.

She chuckled with glee, and shimmied herself down his body. His shaft pulsed stiffly before her nose, glistening with the juices she had spilled over it. She could smell the humid musk of her own wetness mixed with the raw cock-scent. It provided a mouth-watering fragrance. Nor was her wetness the only liquid, for she could see his cock had begun to leak his own pre, creating a damp patch on his belly.

She pushed her tongue out and slowly licked up the length of his shaft. His body quivered at the sensation. How much more delicious the flavor was than the scent! What a fool Celestia was for not treating herself to such pleasures every day! Daybreak snorted contemptuously at her weaker self's concerns for propriety and ethical considerations over power imbalances in relationships.

But she was not here to pay attention to Celestia's foolishness, nor was she here to let herself get drunk on the luscious taste of Moontail's cock. She permitted herself another salacious lick (or three or four), and then drew back up his body.

Settling her haunches over his groin once again, she gripped his shaft with magic and set the head against the lips of her cunt. Scarcely giving him a moment to adjust, she brought her hips down, greedily devouring his cock. It shoved its way against her slick walls, jolting her with electrifying thrills.

His front hooves spasmed in the shackles of her magic. He arched his spine and threw his head back as the storm of sensations overtook him, shredding his consciousness in the detonation of pleasure her alicorn pussy assaulted him with.

She grinned, her own body giving a tremble at the exquisite feeling of his cock filling her. The flames of her mane and tail flared up, attesting to her own arousal. And why should she not take her pleasures as she worked over the hapless batpony? She raised her hips, the thick shaft tugging against the sleek flesh deep with her as if reluctant to be parted from her depths after but a moment. Then she slammed down again, letting his cock delight in once more being buried within the paradise between her thighs.

Meanwhile

Steelpoint shivered as Nightmare Moon's all-too-clever tongue slathered across his shaft. She dipped her head forward, bringing him deep into her mouth once again, her saliva dripping down his balls in rivers. He felt them tighten up in eagerness as the pleasure surged through him. He could feel himself beginning to flare, the thrills of ecstasy running through him with each bob of her head. He could not help but watch as her head pumped at him, his shaft filling her maw, her lips wrapping around his thickness, a foam of his cock's irresistible drizzlings and her own drool forming at the corners of her mouth and oozing down her chin.

He tried to hold himself, still, knowing that to give in to his cravings would be a betrayal of his princess and a victory to the fallen one before him. And yet it was so hard to resist the urge to thrust his hips and wring that little extra burst of delight from his throbbing shaft.

She withdrew from him then, her lips sliding around the tip of his shaft and her tongue trailing along his flesh in a last sensuous lick. His cock throbbed, dripping with her saliva. She looked at it and smiled, licking her lips.

He heard himself give the faintest of whimpers. He wanted to be back in that mouth, wanted the silken touch of that tongue to continue. No! He had to crush those thoughts and ignore the longing of his overstimulated nerves. He would not betray Princess Celestia! He was a proud member of the Day Guard! He would not consort with this corrupt being! No matter how much his cock clamored for renewed attention! No matter how wonderful it felt to have her lips wrapped around his stallionhood!

“Well,” she said, “it seems the Day Guard know how to stand at attention. How wasted you are in Celestia's service.”

“You don't know anything about Celestia's service,” he spat back. She laughed and made a gesture with one forehoof. The tentacles holding him shifted, rotating him close to horizontal and bringing his head forward, even with her hips.

She stroked his jaw. “It must be so tiresome and dismal in Celestia's service,” she murmured. “Never the rewards a stallion might dream of. Never a sly brush of the flank against you, or a tail lifted enough to give you a flash of heaven in thanks for your labors.”

“Celestia would never!” he said indignantly.

“Of course the prissy bitch wouldn't.” She spun around, setting her haunches before his face, her tail hiked up. “But I think good service deserves good rewards.”

He couldn't help but stare at the pussy so lewdly displayed before him. The shape was beautiful, a perfect long teardrop of puffy black flesh beneath her puckered anus, the slit glistening with dampness, ever so slightly parted to reveal a hint of the pinkness within. This could not be happening, could it?

She swayed her hips, the shifting tension of her thigh muscles pulling the faintly parted slit ever so slightly wider. He saw a trickle of her juices gather in the crease of her slit and then suddenly roll free, tracing a path down the soft flesh at the bottom of her pussy and dripping downwards, dangling on a long thread of wetness. His cock twitched and slapped up against his belly.

“You've never explored an alicorn's pussy, have you?” she purred. “Celestia would never, of course.” She took a step backward, and then another, closing the distance between her sex and his face. “Would you like to? It's so nice to introduce a pony to something new.”

The gorgeous pussy hovered a hooflength from his nose, then half a hooflength. The scent of her filled his nostrils, a warm, erotic musk that made him shiver and salivate. “Go ahead,” she murmured.

He would not! He would not play her games! And yet, the scent was so luscious, so inviting. His cock was throbbing steadily. Every breath filled his lungs with more of her sweet and lustful musk, dizzying him and sending his heart racing.

Would it matter? Surely it would make no difference if he stretched out his tongue and learned how the taste compared to the scent? His mouth craved it, needed to learn. And her? She was teasing him! She must be teasing him, daring him in the certainty he would not have the nerve to act! He ought to give her a lick, and disabuse her of her assumptions!

Steelpoint quivered, tightly strung. Then, as if something had snapped within him, he lunged his face forward, mashing his lips between the cheeks of her rump. He shoved his tongue out, plastering it to the soft mound of her pussy and feeling the groove of her slit against him. He licked up the length of her sex and then pulled back, half-expecting her to explode with outrage.

She tilted her head up and said “Mmmmm...”

The taste of her pussy flesh was all over his tongue, faintly salty and intimate. The taste of her juices was a stripe up the center of his tongue, a sweet musky tang that filled him with a need to drench his tongue with more. His thoughts were a jumble, the flavors in his mouth and the understanding of their source the only thing in his consciousness. In an instant he was shoving his face back between Nightmare Moon's thighs, this time pushing his tongue between her pussy lips and probing into her thirstily.

If the surface of her pussy was a delicious appetizer, the interior was a rich feast. The flavors of her sex exploded across his tongue. The slickness of her walls caressed him, her taste driving his cock to slap against his belly again and again. Her pussy suddenly convulsed around his tongue, drawing him deeper inside her even as a fresh serving of her juices gushed forth.

He pressed his face deeply into her rump, half crushing his nostrils against the inner sides of her ass cheeks. He snorted up lungfuls of her crotch's obscene perfume, and the luscious flavors she spilled into his mouth set him near to swooning. He grunted and probed inside her, his tongue exploring every tasty fold and swell of her inner recesses. Her walls quivered at his rough treatment, and each forceful stroke burrowing in her coaxed forth more of her wetness. Soon his whole muzzle was soaked with the intoxicating wine of her fluids.

She pressed back into him, clearly taking pleasure in his attentions. Her tail curled high over her back, and periodically tremors passed through the muscles of her haunches as he rooted between her thighs.

For a while he lost all sense of time. His world became a quest to submerge himself in the heady taste and touch of her pussy. His cock felt swollen beyond all measure, eagerly pulsing and drizzling his own fluids. Instinctively he reached for it to start stroking, but the tentacles denied him that much freedom. His hips jerked with frustrated efforts to hump something, anything, but all he managed was to ineffectually wave his shaft in the air.

Still, he focused on Nightmare Moon's exquisite pussy, lashing his tongue within it and sending droplets of her juices flying. His own drool was scarcely needed to coat her walls, but he spilled it forth lavishly all the same.

Before long, he sensed a change in her. The quivers that assailed her tender flesh came at a near constant rate, and her pussy began to convulse quite regularly around his tongue, mashing the fat pearl of her clitoris against his lower teeth. Her hips swayed almost drunkenly as she rubbed into his face.

Then she gave a sudden squeal, and the trembling in her walls became a chain of spasms. His cock kicked in sympathy. He could tell she was cumming, and he dug his tongue as deeply into her as he could, even as her own marecum abruptly sprayed into his mouth in torrents. It forced its way into his throat and poured from his lips in sheets, the raw flavor of her pleasure searing into his taste buds.

She ground into his face, riding out the waves of orgasm. When at last she stepped away, he gasped in the cloying smell of her release as he caught his own breath. His cock throbbed with an almost painful desperation.

She turned around shakily. “My sister does not deserve to have such a talented pony,” she said. Suddenly his awareness snapped back into clarity. What had he been doing, giving cunnilingus to a monster?! And yet the taste in his mouth was obscenely ravishing.

The tentacles shifted him, bringing him around to display his turgid cock before Nightmare Moon's nose. It glistened, rivers of his pre trickling down the solid flesh.

“Have you reconsidered your allegiance yet?” she asked, and dipped forward to trace the tip of her tongue ever so lightly and teasingly up the length of his cock.

Meanwhile

Daybreaker squatted over Moontail's face, grinding her pussy into his muzzle. The batpony licked and slurped and sucked and tongued and ravaged her cunt in the most heavenly way. She crouched with one forehoof by his ear and the other caressing the back of his neck, petting and occasionally forcefully pulling his face into her when he happened upon a particularly effective moment of oral acrobatics.

His saliva and her juices coated her thighs and his muzzle, and little shudders raced through her body as his relentless tongue whipped up the surges of pleasure. Truly her alicorn pussy must taste divine to muster such enthusiasm... though perhaps he was simply eager to appease her as quickly as possible so he could get that cock back inside her.

No, she was certain her alicorn cunt was irresistible. Addictive, even.

She glanced over her shoulder to check on his cock all the same. Yes, it was still hard, throbbing and drooling his pre onto his belly as he grunted and snorted between her thighs. Her cunt-juices had lathered it well until she had selfishly decided to see what his tongue could do.

She rolled her head back as a sharp thrill of pleasure slammed through her. His tongue wriggled against her walls, and she suddenly spasmed around it, her pussy winking against his lips in an obscene kiss. A squirt of her wetness spattered down his face. She was going to cum soon at this rate. Did she want to do it in his mouth, or switch back to his cock and shudder and squirt around his thickness?

For a moment she spared a contemptuous thought for that bit of herself that was Celestia, who would never have tolerated such impropriety with a guardspony. Celestia had stupidly missed out on such pleasures, wasting opportunity after opportunity for centuries. Maybe I wouldn't have shown up if you'd tended to your cunt better she snickered in her mind, and felt the bottled-up Celestia kick at her chains in indignation.

A fresh thrill of sensation ran up her spine as his tongue worked away at her. It would be very nice to spill her juices across his muzzle as she came... but as much as he seemed to enjoy her taste, that was not sufficient to break him to her will.

Regretfully, she raised her haunches, pulling away from his delightful mouth. Long strings of fluid splashed across his face and neck, and the thick smell of her arousal laced the air. Her cunt gave a wet shudder, upset to be parted from his tongue. She admired his face, looking half-drunk and utterly drenched with her wetness.

“See,” she cooed, “you are already providing such fine service to me.”

That brought him back to himself, his eyes regaining their focus. “N... no.... I don't... don't serve you....”

She laughed and stepped backward, dropping her hips to his lap until she could feel his cock pulsing between her thighs and his belly. “You want to cum, don't you?” she said, rocking against him and then shifting and drawing the head of his cock, soaked with his pre, across her cunt lips. “Don't you want to cum?”

She drove herself down, his hard shaft parting her walls and settling inside her once again. He moaned as the wet swamp of her cunt engulfed his cock. For an instant she thought she also heard the muffled sound of a pony's voice cry out from the chambers next door. But that seemed unlikely. None of the guest rooms in this wing were in use, and the walls were thick as well. And she could hardly stop to consider it when the feel of his flare probing so deep within her and the motion of his medial ring rubbing across her most sensitive places was so wonderful.

His mouth had worked her into a frenzy, and now the sensation of his thick shaft filling her was overwhelming. “Don't you want to cum?” she asked again, thrusting her hips up and down and sending hot jolts of pleasure shooting through her thighs. “It feels so nice to cum, you know.” Her cunt was quivering and spasming around him, her wetness spilling down his groin. She really couldn't hold herself back any more. “I want to cum!”

She rolled her head back, letting herself slide over the edge. His cock was hitting just the right places inside her, and her pussy clutched and quivered at it. Her orgasm rose, a searing rush of pleasure that slammed into her. Raw ecstasy raced through her pussy, every touch of his cock against her walls causing her to burst with the sensations. A jet of marecum sprayed from her, the thrills of release shaking her body and leaving her heedless to the mess she spilled across him.

But at the same time, a part of her paid careful attention to the state of his cock, making sure he was not about to spill his own load. That would not do... not yet.

The detonations of pleasure rolled through her. She dropped down, her lips seeking out his and tasting the residue of her own fluids on his mouth. Her cunt gripped at his shaft, every nerve of her flesh eager for the touch of his stallionhood rubbing against it. Fresh surges of ecstasy swept through her hips and left her panting against him.

For a moment she held still, a last few jolts of orgasm shivering through her. Then she gathered herself, sitting in his lap, his hard cock still deep inside her and pulsing steadily.

“Wouldn't you like to enjoy such delight as well?” she panted. He grit his teeth in defiance, but at the same time his hips shoved up into her.

“That's it, Moontail,” she murmured. She began to ride the batpony hard then, pumping her hips up and down. Initially her pussy was oversensitive, still tender in the wake of her orgasm. But soon she found herself accommodating his rough thickness with growing eagerness.

His body too was responding, his cock giving little twitches and shudders against her walls, and adding a steady oozing of pre to massage into her cuntflesh. She kept at him, riding him with an unsteady rhythm meant to keep him off balance and vulnerable to the delights of her cunt. His broken words of defiance gradually trailed off as time passed and she delighted in every little gasp or moan she wrung from him.

And she paid such careful attention to his cock, judging how pleasured he was, and how close she was driving him to orgasm. When he got close she was prepared to slow her motions, even freeze upon him and deny his trembling cock the lusty caress of her cunt that would grant him release.

For release would only come to him when he swore his allegiance to her.

“Do you not crave release?” she mocked him. “I control your peak! Your reward lies only with me! I can be cruel or I can be kind, but you must prove you deserve my kindness. I could cum a dozen times perched on your shaft, and still keep you from spewing your seed!”

But even as she spoke, she could sense something was not quite right. His cock throbbed within her, but she had no sense of the tension that should be growing to unbearable heights.

“You resist, little pony, but how long can you resist?” she murmured. She shoved herself tight to his groin, burying his shaft entirely within her steaming walls, and flicked across his balls with the tip of her tail. She kept the flames cool enough not to hurt him, but hot enough to send a warm glow radiating through them.

He groaned, but his cock seemed no closer to erupting. But as she gave another deep thrust, she felt his hind legs tugging at her magic shackles. Curious, she loosed the bonds, and in an instant he brought his hind legs up, clutching at her broad flanks with his hind hooves. They stroked at her rump, caressing the muscles rippling beneath her hide as she rode him.

“Aha,” she purred. “I've made an error, haven't I.” She raised her hips, his cock slithering wetly out of her. Then she shifted slightly and pressed her anus to the head of his cock.

His body jerked at the touch, and his eyes snapped wide open. “Yesssss, this is what you like, isn't it.” She rolled her hips, keeping his flare pressed to the mound of her tailhole. It kissed against his flare, and she felt the ooze of his pre welling up from his shaft and slickening her hole.

She smiled down at him, and pressed her hips down. His cock was more than well-lubricated with her cunt juices and his own drizzlings. For a moment the dark head of his cock pressed hard against her pink anus, and then her pucker gave way. The thick rod of meaty flesh sunk into her ass, and he suddenly gave a bellowing cry of pleasure.

Celestia was too prissy to have indulged in such deviant acts, but Daybreaker instantly decided the perverse thrill of an ass fucking was very much to her taste. His cock filled her, rubbing against walls never intended for a stallion's organ, yet thrilling at the obscene intrusion. She swiftly bottomed out on him, and whickered in pleasure as a thrilling shudder racked her body.

Moontail's reaction was much more severe. He gasped and panted and shoved his hips into her hungrily. The steady throbs of his cock now became erratic kicks and twitches. She could feel his flare swelling. When she squeezed her anus around his shaft, as if trying to crush the solid meat penetrating her, his eyes rolled wildly and saliva spilled from his lips.

She thrust up and down, making him writhe beneath her and thrilling at the way his diamond-hard shaft pried her open. The sight of his erotic torments filled her with glee.

It did not even take very long before he was trembling at his limit. He thrust with glorious desperation, meeting her own thrusts and burying himself in her ass. His eyes rolled up, balls tight between his thighs, and his cock pounded with his racing heartbeat.

She sensed it all, reading the responses of his cock in her tailhole with a natural skill. As the surging ecstasy approached the boiling point, she suddenly shifted her motions. She matched her hips to his own thrusts, and held his cock motionless within her, denying him the thrilling pleasures of thrusting inside her.

His eyes shot open. He panted and whined. “Please...” he whimpered.

She smiled. “Such wonderful rewards are granted to those who pledge themselves to me.”

He grit his teeth. Though he tried to wrest back control of his body, his hips still bucked and shoved, She showed no mercy; but any time the strain of his cock's need ebbed a little, she let him slide within her a little. His flare slipped along her walls for just an instant, and raw pleasure shot through his body. She kept him balanced, tormented on the edge of release, always kept stimulated just enough to sustain his agony.

“Please...” he said again, nearly sobbing.

“Who is your mistress?” she answered.

He didn't answer. On a certain level she was impressed by his determination to resist. But that did not prevent her from working him with her ass mercilessly, charting every twitch and throb of his cock to hold him on the brink. Minute after minute he struggled in vain for release. She settled his warm thickness inside her, only occasionally having to shift him a little deeper or shallower, or sometimes merely squeeze her anus around his shaft. Whenever she did so he thrashed and cried out incoherently. His body trembled, covered in sweat and trapped on an erotic precipice that cut away at his willpower like warm water slicing under an iceberg.

“I... I can't....” he cried out. She merely smiled down on him.

His body shuddered and struggled, the minutes passing in vain efforts to break past her control, until at last something finally snapped within him. “I pledge myself to you! I stand with the Day! Just let me cum!” he begged.

“But of course,” she said, and shifted her rhythm to meet his thrusts with her own. He slid in and out of her, almost his whole length with each thrust. And within moments, she felt him tense up, quaking beneath her delightfully. The ring of her anus was wrapped tightly around the base of his cock and she felt it suddenly forced wider as the first thick torrent of his sperm shot through his shaft.

It erupted deep in her ass, the hot jets of his semen squirting much further than his cock could probe. The cum-slime painted her walls with thick stripes while he moaned in exquisite pleasure. It poured into her, his cock jerking and pulsing with each heavy squirt, his balls primed to spew forth a truly impressive amount.

Her eyes widened the longer he went. He was transported in a nirvana of sexual release, his cock packing her full of his seed while his body twisted and shivered in rapture. Her own cunt drooled forth a string of her juices in sympathy with his ecstasy, splashing them onto his belly. His hot seed swirled far up her ass, a filthy soup of lust poured into her gut that made her shiver in delight.

It took a long time before the pulses in his shaft finally halted and he lay still, covered in sweat and half fainting after the intensity of his orgasm. And when at last she raised her hips and slid him out of her, the still-engorged flare of his cock pulling free of her pucker drew forth a final squirt of seed, painting her pink anus and the underside of her tail with the last of his virile slime.

Meanwhile

Steelpoint shuddered as another rush of pleasure uncoiled through his groin. I... I won't betray Celestia! he thought, but the thought of his princess grew hazy and uncertain in the face of Nightmare Moon's constant stimulation. He could not tear his gaze away from the sight of her head between his thighs, her face pumping up and down his pink cock. Her muzzle was wet with saliva, and he knew no small amount of his own pre was mixed in with that wetness. She was messy in a way that only enhanced his excitement, the ropes of drool running down his shaft or spilling from her chin.

What's more, the taste of her pussy lingered in his mouth, the sharp musk of her juices keeping his lungs filled with an obscenely erotic perfume that made his pulse race with every breath.

The skills of her lips and tongue were frighteningly good. Sometimes she slammed her head up and down his shaft rapidly, overwhelming him with the surging ecstasy. But just when he felt he could take no more she would slow herself, teasing his pounding cock and making him moan in desperation, the imminence of glorious release tantalizingly close, yet never quite upon him.

And she was very good keeping him in this desperate state. He could feel his sanity slipping as his cock came so very close, only to be frustrated again and again. Even now he felt himself twitch, the intensity of the sensations of her tongue sliding across the overstimulated nerves of his flare (so thick with need he could barely believe it himself!) driving him to the brink. His nerves were sizzling with anticipation, the cum in his balls practically at the boil. Almost... almost!

And then she drew off of him, sliding him from his mouth and raising her head to look him straight in the eyes. He heard himself whimpering, and his hips desperately humped toward her, trying to get her mouth back upon his cock, hopelessly fucking the air as the peak he needed so badly slipped away from him. A silvery string of drool looped down, connecting her lower lip with his flare.

“You seem stressed, Steelpoint. Is there something you'd like?”

Anguished need shuddered through him. “Please...” he groaned. “I can't take any more! Please please pleeeeease!”

Her tongue slid across her lips, lewdly slurping up the mix of pre and saliva on her muzzle. “Why ask me? Won't your princess help you out?” The sweet poison in her voice sent a thrilling rush up his spine, and his traitorous cock throbbed.

“She's... not that kind of pony,” he said, defending Celestia's honor; but at the same time his mind was swept by winds of confusion. Why was she not that kind of pony, why was Nightmare Moon so willing to bring his body such pleasure, why was she not letting him cum? but Celestia wouldn't ever have brought him to orgasm either, what was he supposed to do?

“Well, what a pity. I would be happy to help you out. I want to help you out. You're so hard, and your balls seem to be so bloated with semen. It can't be healthy to pack them so full. It must positively ache down there. But I can't give you the release you so clearly need if you won't swear to be my friend in turn.” Her voice sounded sadly regretful, concerned for his plight.

The words passed through his consciousness, but it was so difficult to focus when all he could feel was the terrible pressure in his cock, the all-consuming need to cum.

“You know,” she murmured, “once I rule Equestria, perhaps I could reward you with my sister. Would you like to make her your plaything?”

He strained his hips toward her, his flare throbbing before her nostrils. His nerves prickled in delight as her breath swept across it. Without thought, he gasped “I want your mouth!” Shock raced through him as he heard himself, and her own eyes widened.

She smiled. “That too will be agreeable,” she said. And then she slipped him into her mouth once more and resumed the thrilling torments.

Her tongue teased around his shaft, sometimes gentle and sometimes forceful as an anaconda. At times she let her sharp teeth drag ever so lightly against his flesh, sending new thrills of fear and excitement rushing through him. Her lips sealed around his shaft or sometimes opened wide, letting him see his cock on her tongue, the inside of her pink maw around him and dripping with the slop of saliva and pre.

Again and again she brought him to the brink and kept him from sliding over. The dribbles of his pre steadily swelled up his urethra and spilled into her mouth in a tantalizing foretaste of ejaculation. He lost all sense of time, his world reduced to the powerful rushes of pleasure that shuddered through his cock, the needful ache in his balls as his semen churned with eagerness, and the strain of his shaft as hard as he had ever felt it. He needed to cum, craved orgasm as a beast stranded in the desert craved an oasis. His nerves screamed for release, and were denied again and again.

And his mind crumbled under the assault. In thrall to his desperate lust, his thoughts broke apart. Celestia became a vague abstraction in the face of the princess before him, the princess tormenting him with unendurable pleasure. A few simple words would set him free, an oath to this marvelous creature who was overloading him in these sensations.

She wanted him to cum. She wanted to help him. But he had to unlock her help. Why wasn't he helping her to help him?

Again and again she took him to the brink, his body shaking and sweating, his tensely strung cock kicking and leaping within her mouth. Again and again she was forced to draw back, denying him at the gates of heaven. He was going mad, his body writhing with urgency.

She was beautiful and terrible. Her lovely face suckled at his shaft and sent wave after wave of tormenting ecstasy through his frame. He wanted her. He wanted to cum. More than anything he wanted to cum in her mouth. More than anything at all.

Was there even a Princess of the Day? What else existed beyond this all consuming agony of pleasure?

He struggled. He struggled to hold onto himself. But as he scrabbled to hold onto his sanity, he felt like he was grabbing onto a slope of ice that grew steeper with each moment. His cock was pounding in the awful tension of his need, tormented beyond what any pony could be asked to withstand. Something in his mind lurched then, and battered down the last shreds of his will

“I serve you!” he sobbed out. “I pledge myself to Nightmare Moon.”

She slammed her face to the base of his cock, taking his flare into her throat. His tight balls, fat with semen, brushed up against her lower lip. Then she pulled back, his broad flare engulfed by the soft flesh tugging at it and stimulating every nerve of his cock.

Everything in his mind shattered as the wave of ecstasy, so long denied, finally crested. Pleasure erupted, first in his flare, then his whole cock, then radiating through his thighs until his entire body sparked with the exquisite thrill of his orgasm. His semen at long last was loosed to shoot up his shaft in a mighty deluge. He screamed in joy as it spewed free of his balls, flooding into Nightmare Moon's maw in a torrential stream. Vaguely he heard his scream echo, in a muffled form as if from the next apartment over, almost as if some other pony were similarly crying out; but none of these chambers was in use, and he hardly had a mind to consider it anyway as the raw ecstasy of release tore through him.

The pleasure was blinding, but he could feel Nightmare Moon's throat working around him as his cum streamed into her mouth and she swallowed it down. Later he might think in wonder of a princess swallowing down his semen, but now he could only ride the primal thrills of his lust's consummation. Another surge of sperm barrelled through his cock, and it almost felt as if his balls were so overpacked with his seed that they were forcing out more cum than his cock could accommodate. But as the terrific volume of his seed gushed into Nightmare Moon's mouth he could only shake with the joyous surge of ecstasy.

The pleasure raced through him, barely letting up with each powerful jet of sperm pouring from him. He had never cum so intensely as this, and the sensations overloading his cock left him dizzy and gasping for air. Vaguely he saw Nightmare Moon face with his cock still in her mouth, but now great volumes of semen spilled from her lips, overflowing and running down her jaw and throat even as she swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of his emissions. The sight of it sent another surge of pleasure detonating through him. Her tongue continued to slurp at his cock as it kicked between her lips, drawing out the intensity of his pleasure. She seemed greedy to swallow these offerings to his new princess. His shaft twitched and shot forth countless streams his thick seed for her. Every time he began to wonder if his balls were finally draining another surge of ecstasy would rise to fill him and set him spewing more.

The world went hazy around him, his consciousness fading in and out as the pleasure kept every nerve of his body crying out in delight. Only slowly did his cock at last slow in its spurtings, a heavy feeling of satiation settling bone deep in his body. When Nightmare Moon at last let him slip from between her lips, one last rush of pleasure hit him and he squirted a final streak of cum across her face. He looked at her in adoration as the semen rolled down into one eyelash, and promptly passed out.

Meanwhile

Daybreaker stood, a satisfied smile on her face as she watched Moontail slowly recovering on the floor. It was not yet time to reveal herself, so she forced her magnificent form back down into Princess Celestia's appearance, damping down the flames of her mane and tail. Although when she lowered her tail, the thick string of cum he'd left as a parting present remained and smeared across her anus and dock—an impudence that almost annoyed her, but really, she was minded to tolerate his mess today. Especially when he murmured “I serve... the Day...”

“Indeed,” she answered. “And there will be more rewards like this, once the Day triumphs.” Her plan was off to a fine start. There were 147 ponies in the Night Guard. Daybreaker chuckled. 146 to go.

Meanwhile

Nightmare Moon released the tentacles, watching as they melted into ectoplasm and dissipated, settling the semi-conscious Steelpoint to the stained carpet. She forced her body back into the form of Princess Luna, but the transformation still left his last streak of cum trickling down her face. The affront of being so spattered should have set her raging, but did not. No, quite to the contrary she was in a very good mood. It might take some time, but the project was off to a grand start. She smiled. There were 153 ponies in the Day Guard. Nightmare Moon licked her lips. 152 to go.

'07 Nightmare Event

-Few details are known about this event, which occurred in the eighth month of the seventh year of Luna's Return. A conflict arose within the diarchy resulting in both princesses entering their nightmare modes and attempting to wrest control of Equestria from the other. Inexplicably the entirety of both the Day and Night Guards switched allegiance at the beginning of the conflict, resulting in an immediate stalemate. The situation was resolved when both forces sealed themselves within the Grand Hall of Canterlot Castle for three days of continuous negotiation. These discussions are referred to as the “Orgy of Reconciliation*” for unclear reasons, and reportedly left the Grand Hall in an unusable state for weeks thereafter. This historian has tried to uncover further details, personally interviewing both retired princesses while stressing the importance of establishing an accurate historical record, but to little avail. Princess Celestia responded “I do not wish to speak of this matter ever again,” and Princess Luna suggested certain anatomical unpleasantries would be visited upon my dreams if I persisted in my inquiries.

-Encyclopedia of Equestrian History, Volume V: The Lunar Restoration Era

*Also “The Great Railing,” leading some historians to suggest the conflict was rooted in the control of certain train routes. (Rail service to the Crystal Empire had been reestablished only a few years earlier.)