Of Olden Times Long Past: An Introvert's Perspective

Of Olden Times Long Past: An Introvert’s Perspective
From Shadows to Darkness
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A warning dear reader, the following chapter contains non consensual activities. Be advised you will be given no warning as to when it will occur after this point. If such things may mortify your naive and light of heart soul, turn back now. You have been warned.

“Your resistance is futile foal. You only serve to hasten your demise. You will be found and captured. You will suffer the consequences for your desecration and blasphemy. You will become one with us. There is no other option.” An angelically demonic voice echoed, it's resonance pounding Stuart's ears.

“Please do join us! We wish to 'fix' you. Then everything will become nice again! We'll live happily under the rule of Her Great Majesty!” A light innocent filly's voice shouted, glee being very apparent in her voice.

“Must make it... Can't stop... Don't wanna become them.” Stuart panted, chest heaving as he tore down the hallways of the abandoned hospital. The rapid clopping of hooves coming ever so closer sent Stuart into an adrenaline rush as he charged down the darken hallways in terror. He did not know why he was running, nor what was pursuing him, but his mind was screaming at him to to run.

The clopping of hooves grew ever closer, yet the student could only push on. He could feel his pursuers breathing down his neck, yet couldn't be captured.

“Thou shall submit. Thou must be punished most severely. SUBMIT TO OUR WILL!!!”

A sharp stab of pain sent Stuart smashing into a table, eliciting a shriek of pain. He tried to get up, yet his limbs refused to obey him. Dread gripped his heart with a vengeance, locking limbs to forfeit any chance of escape.

“Oh God, I can't move. Fuck, what did I ever do to deserve this? This is-” Stuart froze as the distinctive sound of the clop of hooves on the tiles stop. Looking up, he saw why.

"Hmph, pathetic. I have confronted foals that put up more of a challenge than from a weakling like you. Nothing escapes my gaze fool, and nothing ever has escaped from me in my realm.” She chuckled, lifting Stuart's chin with her hoof.

Stuart's gaze was forced upward, paling as he stared directly into cold, reptilian eyes, malice being all too apparent in her pupils.

The alicorn grinned, Stuart shivered as he felt her intense gaze penetrating the very psyche of his soul.

“Now you shall atone for your sins with punishment that is most deserved. You will find torment like none other, so much so as to wish for death. I shall enjoy sampling your undue torment, mortal.” She giggled, a dark purple ball of light beginning to form at the tip of her horn. Stuart could only watch helplessly as he watched the soon to be disaster unfold right before his eyes.

"What did I-" Stuart began, only to flinch as the dark deity roared at him.

"SILENCE, YOU LITTLE FOAL!"

After a few moments of glaring, Nightmare Moon began to chuckle. At first, it was very soft, quiet even. Then it started to increase in volume, until it reached it's peak as she shook her head in pity.

"My dear subject, you have no idea what awaits you beyond. I will be simply delighted when the time comes to feast on your fear. I wonder how long you will last? No matter, we shall soon find out." Nightmare Moon's expression turned grim, smiling in wicked glee.

Her horn lit up with an aura of magic.

“Now suffer the wrath of the night!!” Before Stuart could so much as even blink, a green ball of energy slammed into him.

Stuart could only scream as the light engulfed him, a pure wave of agony overtaking his entire body.

Bones cracked and shifted, skin twisting and pulling, leg joints melding to form something alien. Stuart's spine was pulled and stretched as if it were being ripped apart by two elevator cables. His jaw ached as he felt like someone was trying to rip it off its hinges. His organs were on fire, being liquidated and morphed to fit something entirely alien.

So taxing this trauma was on his body that he was beginning to suffocate.

Then darkness.

“Tick. Tocck. Tick. Toock. Tick. Tock.”

Silence. Nothing but eerie silence, saving for the sounds of ticks from a analog clock in the background.

This was all that Stuart heard when he first awoke. But that was to be expected. The early dawn was no different than the ones which had come before it, and nothing wouldn't change that fact. Still, this meant only one thing to Stuart, which meant getting up and ready for school.

“Ugh. I REALLY don't want to get out of this comfy bed. School grades and standards be damned.” Stuart thought, less than enthusiastic about the prospect of yet another day's worth of homework.

Normally Stuart was a timely individual, usually getting up before the brink of dawn to get ready. Sometimes even as early as five in the morning. Today however, the young sophomore just couldn't be bothered. So far, the school week had been dreadful for him. Not only was he behind on finishing an English project for To Kill a Mocking Bird, he had bombed a rather important algebra quiz, sending his grade for that subject hovering dangerously low at a C-.

As if that wasn't enough, his alter life on the web was also in turmoil. For whatever reason, it seemed life suddenly decided to make the student' life a living hell, bombarding him with a mounting amount of problems that did anything but ease his already abused state of anxiety.

Stuart honestly didn't know why he had to fall into a melancholy mood now out of all the possible times that it could have happen, rather than when THAT episode made it's debut. One moment he was venting steam on the forums, the next he was sent into a spiraling depression after the less than optimal responses that he had received for his topic post in regards to the interpretations of Luna, his very beliefs about her coming under fire from the seemingly oblivious fellows who seemed to know nothing of Luna before she made her main appearance in Season 2. It didn't help when his head canon was further demolished and thoroughly trashed by the appearance of a certain magenta eyed DJ, as if he didn't have enough to contemplate. And it had to come during the time when he was going into relapse.

“Grrrruh, damn me and my head for bringing this topic to taunt me yet again.” Stuart slashed at the troublesome thoughts, trying to banish them into the darkest corners of his mind, slowly becoming even more dismayed as the topic hit back with the force of a sledgehammer. Stuart gritted his teeth in irritation as he tried to shift his body into a more comfortable position.

Only to find the sun shining directly into his closed eyes. No amount of moving lessened the intensity of the sunlight that wanted to ruin his day even further. And why did everything feel so damned off? Sure, his back usually was slightly sore after lugging his backpack from school and back, but he doubted that it could have rendered his whole body sore. Also, why did it feel so hot? Groaning, Stuart tried to throw off the covers off his body. Yet despite all of the twisting and turning, it did nothing to cast of the covers that seem to stubbornly cling to his body. He tried grabbing at it, but his hands felt like they have been turned to ice, numb and cold despite the heat that was building up.

By now, Stuart's annoyance had gone up in rank from being 'mildly perturbed' to 'angry enough to trash ten television sets, plus five consoles.' Groaning, Stuart opened his eyes.

"There better be a good reason for this, or I am-" His thoughts came to a complete halt when his vision finally registered, with two things immediately becoming apparent to him. Staring back at the lad in a mirror was a small sapphire, midnight blue alicorn, who barred an uncanny resemblance to another certain alicorn. The other thing was that something blue was obscuring his frontal vision. Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't his nose, and worse, Stuart himself had a pretty good idea of what it may be. Stuart felt a cold sweat run down his shoulder, his entire body going numb from the coldness that was beginning to over take him.

"Wha-" He tried to say, only clamp down on his jaw as a feminine voice took hold. By now, Stuart was beginning to hyperventilate.

"Ju-just stay calm Stuart... Nothing good ever comes from panicking. Your throat's just sore... Y-ye-yeah, that must be it! I must've caught a cold. Yeah, it must be affecting my perception. Now just raise your hand and you'll find-..."
His thoughts died off as he lifted one of his hands."-that nothing's wrong...."

Only to find that instead of hands, he found the reason why they weren't responding and numb to begin with.
Harden hooves of velvet blue took their place, with only the frog moving when Stuart tried to flex it.

He looked to the mirror reflection, then back to his own form which mimicked it. On his back, were two folded wings. His hair was replaced by a dainty, cerulean blue mane. Lifting a hoof, he was met with resistance as he saw the reflection touch it's horn.

"N-no. Its -n-not possible. C'mon Stuart, baby steps." He chuckled to himself nervously. Stuart shook his gaze from the mirror as he tried to ease his anxiety, tentatively taking his first step off the bed and to the ground. Soon, after a bit of effort, he managed to get his four hooves off the ground. He gave a quick glance at the mirror's general direction before he began a brisk walk toward it. Much to his surprise, he found that walking on four hooves didn't feel unnatural at all, rather it felt like he had been doing this all his life. It unnerved him as he contemplated this stroke of good fortunes.

"Shouldn't it be more difficult to go from walking on two legs to four?" Stuart muttered, flinching a little from the unfamiliar vocals that flowed from his diaphragm.

Stuart steeled himself. "It's now or never Stuart. No sense in waiting."

He let out an involuntary shudder as his eyes once more focused on the mirror's reflection. Once again, he saw not a biped human that was Stuart's mirror image, but instead, a small blue, pony figure. One whom Stuart knew too well. Giving a glance over his own body, Stuart closed his eyes and lifted a hoof to his forehead as a headache began to set it.

"Whelp, that settles it, no use in denying it. Somehow I have apparently been turned into the Princess of the Night herself. Just bloody brilliant, if I had been stuck somewhere familiar. But no, it seems whatever that dream was, it must have something to do with my predicament."

Another thought came to him.

"Why am I not panicking? I feel like I should be doing so, but I feel more calm in here than I should be... Unless this is just one horrible realistic nightmare. Or is it?"

"Perhaps you should stop thinking so much and explore a little, you know, instead of wasting time sitting here idle? Not to mention that nothing horrible has happened yet to qualify as such."

Stuart rolled his eyes as he filed the mental chatter in his head for another time.

"Perhaps I can getting something out of this little dream of mine eh?" Stuart's gaze settled upon the rest of his reflection, scrutinizing every inch of the mirror image.

Immediately at a glance, one could tell that he was no ordinary pony. For one, a horn jutted out of the middle of his forehead. Wings were folded by the shoulder blades, each feather possessing intricate detail like that of a falcon. Emerald eyes stared back at Stuart's own in uncertainty, ears laid flat in apprehension. A tail rested by the wayside, motionless as Stuart stared at it. Glancing over himself, he saw that we was covered entirely in a soft, blue shade, while the mane and tail were that of cerulean. Stuart noted that they didn't flow in the wind, not like that of Luna's later incarnation. Finally, his eyes rested upon the flanks of the body. To his surprise, there was no cutie mark to be had.

"Well, if there is one good thing about this, is that I am at least in Luna's first form. S1 Luna is best Luna. Not a bad for being my first lucid dream."

His eyes moved unconsciously back to the mirror, then to his reflection's flank.

"I've got some badass flank over here." He muttered. Then he reeled back as soon as he realized what he was doing, blushing horribly in shock and embarrassment.

"I- I actually perved on myself?" Stuart said bafflement. He then began to shake his head, but stopped as a thought occurred to him.

"Wait a minute. Luna is a mare. So wouldn't that logically mean that..."

Stuart stood like a statue for a few seconds before he was hit with the force of a freight train in the head, his eyes going wide as paranoia began to surface. "That wou-would mean.... Oh no. Please don't let it be..."

Then, as if possessed by an unknown force, his gaze slowly turned downward, dread at an all time high.

An "eep!" of horror escaped Stuart's lips as he gazed upon it. No matter how much he wanted to, he could not wretch his eyes away from that spot, hypnotized with both horror and unhinged curiosity as his eyes confirmed what should had been obvious to the start.

Despite his attempts to suppress and deny the blatantly obvious, only one word came to Stuart's mind.
But that word was enough to push him over the edge.

"My marehood." He whispered in both a mix of horror and awe, blinking as he started to feel faint from shock. "D-deep breaths Stuart... Deep breaths... Calm... Can't panic." The alicorn, now a she, whimpered, her chest heaving as she struggled to take in oxygen, chest heaving. She was also starting to feel something odd, unfamiliar dripping sensation from the nether region. Stuart's already battered mind reeled further still, realizing that a hoof was straying dangerously close to her flank. Stuart drew it back in shock.

"I'm actually being aroused by this!?" She nearly shouted in disbelief, backing away from where she sat only seconds earlier like it was a radioactive hotspot.

Now generally, responses to a given situation depends upon the individual and their coping mechanism in an unknown environment. Some simply end up fainting. Others just screech in bloody murder. There are even those who take it in stride. Stuart was essentially in a phase of stunned disbelief, both at the impact of this new revelation, and much to her disturbance, growing morbid curiosity. Her heart pulse on a chemical high as she struggled to process the evidence that was being presented to the alicorn.

"This is a bit more realistic and vivid than I am comfortable with... At least this is a dream. Just a dream Stuart." She paused, a hoof at her chest as she took a moment to let her heart calm down.

"Still," Stuart shudder, glancing both at her hooves and that area. "that was rather creepy... But who knows?" She mused, trotting carefully back towards the mirror. Stuart saw Luna's muzzle form up in a small smile of mischievous glee. "Perhaps this won't be so bad after all. I do have this horn to do magic..." Stuart then focused on a small pillow that was on the floor. After a solid thirty seconds of staring at it with a face scrunched up in concentration to no effect, she came to a stunning revelation. and promptly facehoofed.

"This isn't working." Stuart groaned in mild irritation.

"I can somehow move around perfectly fine naturally as if I have been in this body all my life, but I can't do jack shit with magic to save my life. Yeah, like that makes any sense. Must be another one of those ain't gotta explain it magic things. Pfft. Thank you dream. You put me in here as little Luna, yet you couldn't give me her freaking magic."

Stuart took a long rounded look at the small room she was in, which was composed of a fireplace, table, bed, side table and a door, presumably the exit.

"Still, I don't have any idea on how I got into this body. Or even why, for that matter. Then that Nightmare Moon figure." Stuart eyes furrowed in thought, pacing around the small room aimlessly.

The she yelped as a sharp stabbing pain suddenly erupted in her left forehoof. Stuart reared back as her back hit the front of the bedpost. Groaning, she looked at the area where she somehow stubbed her hoof. Sticking out of the floor was a rusty, bloody red nail. Looking at her hoof, she felt her blood begin to ooze out of the puncture hole in the frog of her hoof.

"Shit. Fuck that hurts." She groaned, pressing the injured hoof into the bed sheets as she tried to stem the blood that was flowing out at a frightening rate. For a moment, the alicorn did nothing, too preoccupied with waiting for the pain to die down.

"Stupid nail. Fuck the idiot who put it over there. Fuck both him and his ancestors." She muttered, swearing that if she ever came in contact with the person responsible, she would give them a thorough thrashing.

"Ugh. Now I remember why I was so livid when I stepped on a nail as a child. It freaking-... Wait a minute." She blinked.
Taking a quick look at her hoof, she saw that the blood pour had slowed to a mere trickle, a dull but tolerable throbbing pain oscillating in the appendage.

"How could I be feeling pain in a dream? That simply isn't possible! Not unless..."

Then something clicked as the the cogs in her brain shot into overdrive.

"If I am feeling pain, that would mean..."

Stuart went deathly pale as her mind assembled the final piece in the puzzle, painting her an all too vivid picture.

"Oh no."

"My dear subject, you have no idea what awaits you beyond. I will be simply delighted when the time comes to feast on your fear. I wonder how long you will last? No matter, we shall soon find out." Nightmare Moon's expression turned grim, smiling in wicked glee.

"Rest assured, this isn't simply but a mere dream, as you will soon come to find out." Her horn flared.

“NOW SUFFER THE WRATH OF THE NIGHT!!” She shouted, shooting off the blinding light from her horn.

Stuart could only scream out in terror as the light engulfed him, anguish being communicated clearly as his bones cracked and shifted, face twisting and pulling, legs becoming elongated. Before he blacked out, he heard one final wail that was not his own.

The alicorn could only stare on ahead as the the revelation hit her with the force of a freight train ramming into a car at high speeds. Her body felt completely numb, with Stuart not able to do anything as she tried to recompose herself.

"Oh my God..." Stuart said in monotone, coming into shock as she tried to force down the sick twitch that her stomach was making. Her breathing was heavy and labored as she collapsed on the side of the bed. Everything suddenly started to come back to the moon alicorn. Stuart felt her right eye twitch as she began to laugh hysterically.

"N-no. This isn't going to be problem. Nah, nope! Why would that even happen? Surely there must be some logical explanation for all of this, there has to be! I- AUGH!"

Stuart then slammed into the ground as she clutched her stomach, a sudden spasm of agony seizing at her organs. Though it lasted only for a seconds, she registered something else. Something odd. It felt pleasant, but she couldn't quite place what it was. It felt nice, and it was growing in intensity. For a moment, Stuart stood there, trying to figure out what was going on.

Then she gasped as she felt a sudden pulse of electricity hit her hard, sending a shockwave of something pleasant throughout her body. For a few moments afterwards, Stuart just laid there, breathing heavily as she recovered from the blow.

"What- what the hell was that!? I-"

"This pleasure..."

"What? Who said that? Where are-"

"Pleasure. You know you want it. It is what you desire, is it not?"

Stuart's eyes drifted downward to her vagina.

Without warning, images of stallions and mares came rushing into her brain, each of them in an enticing pose.

The mare began to fawn over the images as her imagination began to work it's charms, with all sorts of erotic images filling the timid alicorn's head. Soarin stood over the mare, giving Stuart and bright and kinky embrace. She was the dominater over Chrysalis, standing over her with the Queen gagged, with Stuart wielding a whip. Octavia and Stuart were locked into an embrace, a kiss sealing them together. Then finally, Luna was preening Stuart's wings, with the smaller alicorn set snugly within Luna's wingspan in joyful bliss.

"Oh momma. I think I could use a sexy stallion or mare right about now. " A few seconds later however, Stuart recoiled as she was pummeled by a wave of shock to her brain.

"What possessed me to even think that? What the hell is even happening to me? I mean- augh!" Stuart reared back up on her hind hooves, crying out as a horrible pressure started to exert itself on her horn.

Memories flashed within Stuart's head. The day that she got her cutie mark, Celestia nuzzling the her as a foal, all the while they both stole cookies from the jar. The sheer joy that was had the first time she used her wings to soar above the sky. The fascinating feeling of using magic the first time.

Her fall to darkness and eventual banishment to the Moon by her own sister. Stuart whimpered as she crumpled down to the floor.

"What is happening to me? It hurts! St-stop!"

Such a rush did Stuart experience that she had no time to even think, experiencing the textbook definition of sensory overload.

She looked down just in time to see the tip of her hoof wonder down to touch the opening of her marehood.

Her eyes shot open as she let out a gasp of horror, quickly withdrawing her hoof. But it was too late. A moan escaped her lips, pleasure like nothing the lass had ever experience shot through out her body. Her body felt limp against the ground as she returned the hoof to press it back in, groaning as even more pleasure hit her.

"Oh God. This feels good. Why did I even think this was..." Her pleasure came to a sudden halt, having petered off without a warning. That was when her senses returned to her. For five seconds, she sat there in a daze, mind groggy as it tried to reorganize itself.

"Ugh... Why do I feel so..." She froze as she noticed that she was sitting on a small pool of liquid, which smelled heavily of something musky, making her feel lightheaded. Then she saw the source from where it emanated.

Her heart lurched.

"No."

Her eyes went wide as the implications of what she just done moments before dawned upon her.

"No!

Stuart backed away, gasping as her thoughts began to violate her. A wreaked sob was all that was stopping her from dripping tears.

In that instant, her psyche fractured into a million pieces, reeling from the aftermath of her actions.

She had done the unthinkable to herself. Stuart didn't know why, it was just only pleasure.

Pleasure is benign, not to be feared.

But there was something sinister about this, the sensation came with something horribly corrupting. So unspeakably foul. She couldn't put it down to words, but it just felt that she had committed the worst kind of wrong. In her eyes, she felt like she had ingested the most heinous poison of offense against the world.

"NO!"

The floodgates were blasted wide open as Stuart began to sob, tears dripping freely from her eyes. Tension in her body began to build, yet no amount of thrashing could not rid her of the vileness that had happened moments ago.

"I did not just do that! I did not just do that! For the love of Faust I did not-... Faust!?" A hoof clamped her muzzle shut.

It was only after she tasted the salty, yet pleasant musk of her own vivacious body fluid did she feel her mind burrow in on itself in absolute anguish. Confusion, anger, and horror flooded her senses entirely, every thought being a bombardment of torment.

Why did she swear in Faust name?

Why did she just partake in the most unsacred of acts?

What were these memories? They weren't hers!

"No, no, no! This cannot be real, this just cannot be real, this CANNOT be real! It's just a nightmare, a really vivid nightmare! It just HAS to be one!" Stuart stuttered, desperate to regain an ounce of control over her spiraling sanity.

"Mmhmhmhmhm. I see that you are coming along quite nicely, my dear."

"That voice, it couldn't..."

Stuart flinched as the sound of glass shattered behind her. Turning to what made the noise, Stuart was happy for anything to get her mind off the trauma that she had just inflicted upon herself.

Her heart stopped dead cold.

In front of the shattered remains of the glassy surface, stood none other than the Princess of Eternal Night herself, wearing an innocent yet chilling smirk. Stuart felt her gaze burrow right into her very soul, exposing everything shameful that she had ever done.

"N-Nightmare Moon!?" She squeaked. Stuart's head pounded as her fragmented psyche tried to evaluate and assess the current situation, yet she could think of nothing but the fact that before her stood probably soon to be executioner.

"Are you not happy to see me, my dear?"

Terror the likes of no other had planted its nefarious seed within the crescent alicorn's heart. Nothing but pure adrenaline pumped through her veins, the room itself suddenly becoming several degrees warmer than the moment before.

Without even giving Stuart a chance to compose herself, Nightmare Moon simply advanced with sinister intent, of which Stuart had no intention of even wanting to know the slightest about.

"St-stay away! Stay away!" She backpedaled, only to shriek as she narrowly avoided being zapped by a bolt of hot plasma. Looking back, she saw Nightmare Moon chuckling, no doubt at the pitiful position that Stuart found herself in.

"And this isn't even a quarter of the torment that awaits thou, you little foal!"

The muscles that made up Stuart's legs right at that moment turned to jello. She trembled, barely able to even stand.

"What have you done to me!? Y- you monster!"

"Oh that," Nightmare Moon mused, offhandedly glancing at one of her hooves. "I simply just adjusted your form to suit my purposes." She let off a small chuckle.

A pit of darkness knotted at Stuart's stomach, her fear amplifying the closer Nightmare came. Then unexpectedly, anger surged to the surfaced.

"Focus. You can beat this wicked shadow. Show courage and strength."

Forcing herself to a composed, yet regal posture, Stuart stood her ground and stared defiantly into the eyes of the elder alicorn that had brought this darkness, his darkness, to life.

"You think you scare me? I don't balk at the shadows like some scared child. I have weathered through worse than whatever you could possibly try to inflict on me. I will not balk in fright at your "intimidating appearance. I know not how I have got here to this place, why I am in Luna's body, nor as to your own insidious agenda that you have to gain from this. But I will NOT cower behind closed eyes while you still draw breath. You think you can break me? Just try and weep. You are nothing but a ghastly shroom, one with no power to actually do anything. You can't toy with me." Stuart finished with stomp of her right hoof, smirking in defiance as she stared evil itself in the eye.

Maybe she could actually get out of-

"My, you are certainly the feisty one. I like that." Nightmare chuckled, cupping a hoof to her muzzle.

A lump, metal ball sank down Stuart's throat.

Nightmare simply glanced at the student, before she began to approach the lunar mare menacingly. Caught off guard, As Stuart scrambled backwards from Nightmare Moon, she shrieked as the darker deity's horn flashed a brilliant darken violet. Before she could even process what had happened, Stuart felt her hooves become bolted to the ground, paralyzing the cerulean alicorn and leaving her vulnerable. No matter how hard Stuart tried, she could not wretch her hooves even an inch off the ground. Looking back, she found herself helpless to do anything against the demonic entity. Fear gripped Stuart like a chain, for no amount of struggle slackened the hold that rooted the lass to her spot.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet little pony. You simply do not even know what the implications of that word means." A mirth of giggling whisped off from her lips. Then a mad glint affixed itself to her eyes.

Stuart felt a cold sweat run down her body.

"I am not afraid. I will stand firm. I shall not fall." Stuart thought, steeling her will as she stared back with an iron resolve.

"Oh, but you will my dear. You shall soon learn to fear, respect, and most of all, revere me."

Stuart stared in bewildered shock, her jaw hanged slack in astonishment.

"H-how?"

Nightmare Moon circled Stuart like a hawk, eying every part of Stuart's body as if it were a succulent meal waiting to be devoured, her mirth of chuckling doing more and more to unnerve the young student by the second.

"Oh dear Stuart, don't tell me you have forgotten whom you are conversing with. Did you really think Luna fell to my dark magic like a house of cards? I shall have to right you then. Luna is a formidable deity of both will and strength. Her fall took years to properly mastermind for the maximum effect. It was only foiled by her sister Celestia discovering my plan, forcing it to be pushed into action. If it weren't for her, both of them would be mere pawns within my hooves, and Equestria would be my domain. You?"

She guffawed, throwing a hoof in the air for a dramatic flair. "You aren't even a quarter hoof of the threat that they represent. In fact, I could break any mortal of whom I wished to suffer within only a day."

"Then why do you need me? Whatever your agenda, I sincerely doubt putting me in Luna's body will do anything to further your wicked cause, whatever it may be."

"That is where you are wrong Stuart. While it is true that I can harvest the emotion of others to further my own power, you are of a special case."

"Like?" By now, Stuart's heart was beating so rapidly, that she wouldn't doubt that it's tempo rivaled that of some machine guns.

"Well, you do know how the changelings harvest love to both not only feed themselves, but further their own power? I am not restricted to only that mere emotion. In fact, I can flourish in all forms of emotion known to all living kind. I only need to farm their mana to further my own gains. But you are a special case my dear."

Stuart could almost feel Nightmare's shadow impose itself upon her, covering the powerless alicorn in an oppressing veil of hideous malevolent evil.

"You hold no friends of which to empower you, to use as your shield. What more as an introvert, you hold something very fine tuned and highly developed. Though you seldom express it, if at all, your feelings are deep, complex, and rich with vivid energy that, while it doesn't rival that of both the rulers of Equestria, it holds an untapped potential that could become that much more in it's own way. Your mana is purer than that of anything I have ever seen. I cannot resist this great source of power."

"And what makes you think that I will help you? Even if I have a fondness for Luna's younger couterpart, I will sooner gut myself with my own horn than serve you." Stuart spat in disgust, eyes brimming with defiant hate.

That was when Stuart found herself eye to eye with the dark deity.

"That is where you are wrong, dear Stuart. In fact, you will find it to your benefit to serve me. Besides, I have my ways to convince you otherwise.

"Like what?" Stuart asked, daring to rebuttal.

A predatory grin was worn as the Mare of The Moon licked her lips in anticipation.

"Oh, I don't know. But there is one that I do wish to partaken in personally." Somehow, her smile became even more sinister than it was before.

"Perhaps we could fulfill some of your more outlandish fantasies, particularly with your newly founded marehood." She asked with a flutter of her eyelids.

Stuart's mind came to a complete, crashing halt; her heart sizing in her chest. The implications of what she had just heard left her with no response. She struggled to articulate her shock, yet nothing came to shore. It was an uphill battle for her to process the statement, opening and closing her jaw in disbelief.

"W-WHAT!?!" Stuart finally fluttered, trying to rationalize the logic behind Nightmare Moon's audacious claim.

"M-my Marehood? No, she cannot possibly mean... It just isn't possible!"

She began to chuckle, a cold wave of fear flooding her veins.

"Y-yeah. No, you can't be serious. Surely this is a horrible joke of yours made to fringe me. No way you are going to do that, no way in hell, ri-"

Stuart paused, noticing a certain dampness in the air. Sniffing a few times, she traced it back in the direction of where Nightmare Moon was standing. There was a certain musky element to it, something that made Stuart warm and fuzzy in her chest.

Five seconds were passed in analysis. Then her gaze fell on Nightmare Moon, seeing her thin veiled eyes flicker at her in anticipation, even preda-

Reality came in the form of Stuart's stomach lurching abruptly as a strangled sob caught in her throat.

Every alarm bell in the young alicorn's brain was screeching at her to be anywhere but here. Stuart's composure shattered as this most sudden revelation overwhelmed her senses, terror rendering limbs flaccid as she mumbled hysterically.

"Oh God, you can't possibly... I-" Stuart whimpered as her darker counterpart came ever closer. Every hoofstep that the hellish deity took, Stuart's heart only thumped faster still.

"Why would I make such a gesture in jest, when I could marvel at just how you melt in my hooves? I assure you that you will find it most enjoyable." She purred in seductive melody.

The dark goddes grinned.

"It's time to dance my dear." Nightmare Moon said, licking her lips.

Gaping with a scream, Stuart tore off and ran.

Only to slam directly into the waiting hooves of Nightmare Moon, lust being all too apparent in her eyes.

"Oh God, someone-"

Stuart screaming stopped abruptly as something wormed its way into her mouth before she let out so much as a peep, Nightmare Moon forced Stuart into a kiss.

Both her eyes and wings shot wide open simultaneously, the new, unfamiliar stimuli rendering all of her sense numb in a jolt.

"Ohmygodsheisactuallykissingmegottagetawaythisiswrong!"

"Mmmmmmhggghgh!" Stuart struggled, wings flapping. But seconds later, an overwhelming feeling of pleasure sized her body... She tried to fight it, every ounce of her will power fighting against it, but it just felt... It felt so good. Stuart couldn't help but release a shudder as her resistance began to crumble.

The lass was rendered into a blissful, cationic state, moaning in pleasure as the Moon Goddess deftly maneuvered her tongue around her mouth. Euphoria began clouding the small mare's judgement, begging her to help return the favor. Yet somehow, Stuart managed to stave off this assault on her mind, but only just barely as Start forced herself off from Nightmare Moon, gagging as she spat at the ground in disgust. Her stomach lurched, and she just barely suppressed the horrible feeling of trying to chunk. Then she made eye contact with Nightmare Moon.

"What the hell was that for!? You wretched, ungodly-..." Her heart stopped with a gasp.

She gasped with not a breath of terror, but one of bedazzlement and admiration.

Standing right in front of her was not a monster of the shadows. No, she was of the greatest beauty and grace that Stuart ever laid eyes upon. And what more, she had been blessed by a kiss from the Moon Goddess herself! An honor only reserved for the most devoted and greatest of individuals. Her smile was most warm, and Stuart couldn't help but take a step forward, only to bite her lips in shock a moment later.

"What the hell am I thinking!? She just stole my first kiss! I can't be attracted to her, I just can't! I must... I must..."

Please her.

Images of blissful silence, sitting out in a field under Nightmare's comforting embrace, trading pecks to each others partners, ran through her head. She saw herself melting under the wonderful ruler's embrace, showing her pleasure that she could have never dared think possible.

She felt herself sink to the floor, her arousal overwhelming her sense of reason and logic.

"Mistress. Oh God, why am I- Stop!" Stuart mumbled, struggling to fight against these unfounded feelings, only to shriek as she felt her wings be stroked by a thick, wet tongue. Yet the moment she tried to get away, her legs gave out on her, a groan lifting her into a haze, barely aware of her surroundings.

"Shhhh. Don't you worry now. Everything is going to be okay, my little pony." She cooed.

Why was she fighting this beautiful goddess? She is the most beautiful maiden mistress of any that she has ever seen.

It felt so wrong, yet she couldn't stop these thoughts from flowing throughout her head.

"Ah, such loyalty. Somepony such as yourself deserves a little treat." Nightmare Moon spoke kindheartedly, her voice carrying a warm confidence and a soft but tempered poise. Such elegance! Stuart couldn't help but shudder as she felt her fur being carassed by Nightmare's hooves.

"For such steadfast dedication this early on, I believe a little reward is in order. Wouldn't you love that dearie?"

"Oh yes, I-I would love that Mistress!"

But instead of stepping in front of her mistress, Stuart took the initiative to please Nightmare.

Their lips connected, this time willingly. The way Nightmare Moon's soft tongue caressed her own with its thick texture brought her into an ecstasy she never thought possible. Her legs were useless, yet Stuart wasn't sure that she even wanted to part. She moaned in pleasure as she felt herself shudder with feelings of romantic, tender foreplay.

Then she felt Nightmare Moon pull away abruptly. Not feeling at all completed, Stuart looked up to Nightmare Moon with a wanting yet not fulfilled.

"H-hey! Why did you- ah!" The younger alicorn collapsed into the embrace of Nightmare Moon as she felt her wings being stroked by Nightmare's tongue, grooming Stuart as she looked lovingly into Nightmare Moon's eyes.

"You are a good little servant, aren't you my dear?" Nightmare cooed.

"Oh yes. Yes, my mistress." Stuart was in heaven, and she would do anything to please her beloved mistress. Nightmare Moon simply chuckled.

"Too easy."

This continued on as Nightmare's horn glowed, and she summoned a teacup and kettle from the sidedesk. Then, she concentrated. A purple liquid poured from Nightmare's horn and into the the kettle. Once an ample amount had been gathered, she poured it over Stuart's wings. The liquid had an electric, energizing feeling.

Stuart gasped as she felt a felt tongue wrap itself around her horn. The bliss was simply beyond any description. She felt a scream escape her lips as Nightmare's tongue slowly lapped up and down, the sensitive horn pulsating with magic. Both her wings extended to their full length, with Stuart moaning even louder from the gifts being bestowed upon her. Then her horn, oh goodness her horn, she didn't want it to stop. Stuart didn't just want this. She needed this.

"Oh Faust Mistress, it feels wonderful! Please don't stop!"

"Hush. Now drink this cup young one."

Stuart took one look at the purple liquid that sloshed in the cup.

Without hesitation, she gulped down the liquid with no problem. Pure ecstasy coursed through out her body, and Stuart couldn't help but shiver with delight, groaning with pleasure as her vision pulsed. However, her mind was beginning to come back into focus. Nightmare Moon stood back, watching the mare stumbling back to to the ground as she her disorientation off. She stood like that for a few moments, clutching her head with her hooves.

"Ugghh. Why did you leave me Mistress?"

Stuart's sensory organs were slow to reassert themselves, yet eventually the ringing in her head ceased.

"Owww, my head. Why do I-"

She stopped, blinking for a few moments, memories coming back to her. Then slowly, she look down at her hooves in mounting horror, beginning to process what had just happened. She saw that her wings were now properly preened, but shining with a proud royal purple and blue crescent glow. She felt power surge through her horn, and that by itself was making her dizzy. It was almost plesurea-

Stuart caught herself. She had just made out with Nightmare. Willingly!

"N-no." Stuart trembled, trying to reign in her crumbling sense of composure.

"I- I did not enjoy that. I did not enjoy that. No, no, no, no, no! I did not-" Stuart realized that she still tasted some of the leftover saliva and something else from her. She also noticed a certain dampness in her fur. Looking down, Stuart's words caught in her throat as she found that a noticeable puddle had formed beneath her.

"I- but you-." She tried to articulate, yet she could only think of... No! She did not take part in deviance. She d-

"Kiss me?"

She looked up to see a smirking Nightmare Moon. "Kiss me? Oh yes, you did indeed enjoy it, little one. You're not bad for a first timer. I also have observed you have thoroughly enjoyed my grooming skills." Nightmare said, an air of seduction clear in her vocal tone.

Stuart felt bile rising from her throat, her legs weak and wobbly. The realization of this fact brought her out of denial. She collapsed to the ground, past the point of caring that she was laying in a puddle of her own sexual body liquid, with tears running openly in ample amounts down her muzzle. Stuart sobbed uncontrollably as spasms wracked her body, covering her face with her hooves in shame and guilt.

"I- oh god! I liked it! I actually liked it! You- why-." She trembled, the humiliation and shame from partaking in that intercourse sparing none of her humility. Then she looked up and realized Nightmare Moon was walking towards her in stride. Stuart whimpered, her ears completely folded flat as she tried to squeeze herself into a corner.

"For a mare that claims to be disgusted by such, you show steadfast dedication otherwise. Something that I cannot allow to go unrewarded."

"S-stay away from me-" Stuart's protests were cut down with a shriek as Nightmare Moon once again forced herself upon the thoroughly traumatized mare, locking lips as she wrapped her tongue with her own. No matter how much she tried to force the overbearing alicorn off her body, Stuart simply wasn't strong enough to overpower her. And much to her shock and humiliation, Stuart could feel a bubbling sense of arousal build up in her loins, the heat inside her clitoris just begging to be filled with something big.

Her head ached, a loud dinging sound pounded her brain relentlessly. Before long, Stuart felt a cold shiver rattle her spine, feeling another wave of pleasure course throughout her body despite her wishes. She felt lightheaded for a moment, then Stuart abruptly collapsed, too dizzy from the euphoria to even try standing straight. She gasped as she felt an affectionate nuzzle from Nightmare Moon.

"No sto- aaah..." She began, but then stopped. She felt oddly safe, comfy even. When Stuart gazed upon Nightmare Moon's face, she only saw a warm smile being returned, her green eyes assuring safety and passion. Why was Nightmare Moon suddenly being affectionate? Why was she enjoying this? Why did she feel so... Comfortable? She should be running, yet all did was return the nuzzle, nestling herself between Nightmare's wings, return her own affectionate nuzzle.

"You're cute like that Lulu, you know that right?" Nightmare cooed, beginning to groom Stuart's ruffled feathers, who only returned another pleasured groan.

"My name is..." She started, only to pause as her eyes blinked with confusion.

"Lulu? But-"

A cold chill went up her spine.

"Oh no."

There was nothing but a black void.

The young alicorn's limbs went numb, with a icy blanket sweeping across her body as she desperately clawed at the spot where her deepest memories laid ingrained within her mind. Her heart pounded as she began breath at a faster interval. She looked up back at Nightmare Moon, her whole body shaking with tremors.

"I-... I can't remember my name! Wha- what the fuck did you do to me!?"

Nightmare Moon simply smiled back.

"You have nothing to worry about princess of mine, for your name has always been of the night my dear Lulu."

Lulu gave a sharp squeak as she felt Nightmare Moon nibble her wings. A ticklish feeling of pleasure shot through her spine, with Lulu's whole body going limp with fatigue as she felt Nightmare Moon's molars massage her wing sockets and joints, all with the expert precision of a masseuse.

"Besides, that's what sisters do for each other."

Lulu bolted up in alarm, wide eyes staring in utter disbelief at her senior counterpart.

"SISTER!? What do you mean- guuuuugh..." She sat down, feeling another blaze of euphoria course through her body. Then she broke down sobbing.

"In due time Lulu. Just sleep. Soon, all will be made well, my dear sibling." Nightmare nuzzled lovingly, wrapping one of her wings protectively over Lulu's body.

A wave of darkness clouded over Lulu's vision. Her mind was a haze. She couldn't stop it.

"Why?" She sobbed, looking up mournfully at Nightmare Moon.

What was the point? Why did she humiliate her? What had she ever done to her?

These questions echoed through out Lulu's mind as she fell into a deep slumber.