Of Olden Times Long Past: An Introvert's Perspective

March 25, 2013
9:27 AM
The Shattering Truth

Denial crumbles under the weight of truth.

As the morning dawn rose above the horizon to banish the mists of the night, Stuart himself shifted in discomfort as the temperature in his room began to shift to the degree that sticky sweat began to build up on his body.

"Why is it so damn hot?" Stuart's first thought upon waking up. It was not all that unusual for the student to feel overheated in the morning. With the thermostat having a tendency to discriminate against him room and offing the cooling breeze that it bestowed to the rest of his household, waking up within sweaty blankets that somehow invoked the feelings of being both too cold and hot was the usual routine when the morning sun rose into the sky.

In addition to the sensation of being bathed inside of a rice cooker, his body was sore all over.

"I swear, someone needs to- OW!"

Stuart winced as a sharp burning pain flared up along his back a sharp crack. Stuart himself wasn't a stranger to feeling sore in areas he didn't think was previously possible, what with him having to run laps on the school track during his physical exercise activities. Such was the routine of a run, having since become somewhat used to such soreness in his body.

"Okay, so something else that isn't quite my back feels like I tore something. I hope it isn't some ligament or the like."

Even as he tried to cast off the foul, wretched blankets that conspired to smother him, his fingers felt almost completely numb. He didn't sleep on them again did he? He groaned at this rather unfortunate way to wake up to the morning. But even that was compounded as he heard his voice sounded a shriller tone than usual.

"And even my throat feels clogged." He thought as his mind went to work to cobble all his jumbled thoughts into something half coherent. Finally, the blankets were thrown off his body and off to the side. But that weird, sticky sensation on his skin was still stuck to his body.

"At least it isn't a week day. Ugh... Might as well wake up for the day. With any luck, this should all resolve itself within the hour." He thought with a yawn, standing himself up to a resting position as he blinked open his weary eyes, vision blurry. But even that simple action felt off. The posture he was in didn't feel natural at all. The way is joints were locking didn't feel like normal.

Another groan.

"Jesus, I didn't pull some leg ligament did I? That would just be the perfect way to start off for the weekend. Crippled to hobbling until either I die from the ungodly pain, or from the stress with dealing with homework. Joy. Must be side effects of that dream earlier. Correction, an unnervingly vivid nightmare." He shuddered. Never did he ever have such a dream that felt so real.

"Being molested by Nightmare Moon when I am in Luna's S1 body. Tch, now that is something that doesn't happen every day." He thought with a roll of his eyes, rubbing his head with a hand that felt like it was made of sharp grooves. Perhaps the dreams and discomfort were an omen, or some warning to beware the future. He shook his head.

As his vision cleared, he contemplated if he could somehow use it to his advantage.

"Though at least it would make good writing material. Just need to make sure that everything is in-... order."

Stuart bolted up wide awake. Any drowsiness he had moments before completely dissipate, ignoring the odd higher pitch in his voice.

He wasn't in his bed. He wasn't in his room. He wasn't even in the Fair Forest Woods.

Instead of laying on a spring bed with industrial woven fabric, he laid on soft cushioned velvet covered by what could only be a silk blanket. Beyond his supposed resting space, he saw the wall near to his left shelter a small cubby of book inside its shelve. Near it was a mahogany wooden desk set with a quill on it, presumably for writing out letters and the like. The right side of the room held a fireplace, lit by an unknown fuel source. Finally there was a balcony area, where a winged creature could take flight if they wished.

The room's surroundings were both familiar and unfamiliar to him. The reason for this contradiction?

One: He had envisioned it previously.
And Two: But he never personally set foot in it.

"This is Luna's personal quarters." He whispered, twisting his neck to look around.

"How is this possible? Why am I even-"

His heart jumped to his throat, the blood in his body dropping to a cold chill.

"Oh- Oh my God..."

The mirror didn't reflect back a young, disheveled student. A young alicorn of blue stared back in shock, her eyes wide and muzzle half open.

Trembling, Stuart slowly forced himself to bring his right arm level with his eyes. His pupils shrunk to pinpricks when a blue, elegant hoof came up instead of his dexterous hand.

"N-no. This, it can't... Please no." Stuart's inner resolve began to crack, crumbling by the second.

He did a quick checklist of the rest of "his" body.

Hooves? Check.
Fur? Check.
Mane? Check.
Muzzle? Check.
Tail? Check.
Wings? Check.
Horn? Check.
Cutie mark? Absent.

Gender?

Stuart looked down, only to shriek. There wasn't even a trace of male masculinity that remained to show his, or rather her proof of once being male. In it's place, was the vaginal slit of a mare.

Stuart's limbs locked in numbness, becoming completely paralyzed. Her heart rate increased as her breathing sped up to a labored pitch. Stuart's gaze returned to the mirror, the reflection mimicking her posture. She tried to force her head away, yet nothing could pull her gaze as the strength in her body began to falter.

"T-this is just a dream, this is just a dream! I will be waking up any second now!"

She shook her head whimpering, hoping for this to be all very real, horrifically realistic nightmare. With that, she bit her tongue.

Stuart recoiled in shock as the pain receptors in her tongue flared up, only to peter off immediately thereafter.

"Then that means-... Oh God!"

The memories of the day before slammed into her head with ferocious force, breaking wide a hole in Stuart's psyche. The mare collapsed to her side on the bed, tears running down her face as she struggled to compose herself. Stuart clutched her head with her hooves as she tried to control her grimacing to no avail.

Normally, Stuart was usually a calm, composed, and reserved individual, maintaining a somewhat stoic exterior while her mind wandered in the land of thought and fantasy. Stuart simply preferred to keep any potential emotional instability to a minimum, thus her reasons why she focused on more artistic, intellectual pursuits.

As a result of this however, she never had much experience in dealing with such powerful, intense emotions before in her life. It came with being a mostly introverted fellow, whose interests were wide though her feelings kept in reserve, and demeanor cautious. But with the experience of being molested (As a mare no less.) by Nightmare Moon, the dam didn't just crack open.

It shattered and disintegrated into dust.

Stuart already felt the roots of despair beginning to claw at her heart, humiliated by the events that took place the day before.

"S-she used me! She used me like I was her-..." Stuart trailed off as the realization hit her straight in the gut.

"Like a whore..."

She mumbled to herself incoherently as she tried to think of what God she had manage to piss off so thoroughly to earn the ire of their wrath to bring her to her current situation.

And this was only the second day.

A mote of red began to cloud Stuart's vision as she felt nothing short of pure anger build up her chest.

"Damn Nightmare Moon! Damn her to Hell for doing this to me. W-what did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Because you are a good for nothing, worthless whelp." A soft but dominant voice called out. Flinching, Stuart turned her head to locate the source of the disturbance and nearly leaped out of her fur.

"Fluttershy!?"

Indeed, standing away a meter from the balcony was none other than Fluttershy. Or at least, what passed for the Element of Kindness. But not even a few seconds and already the logical part of Stuart's mind could already tell that something foul stank about this mare. That tidbit of information was shoved back into the pits of her mind, her already fractured emotional state rendering
it irrelevant.

Fluttershy smirked as she advanced boldly to the bed that Stuart occupied, Stuart recoiled, yet when she tried to move her legs refused to budge.

"Why can't I move? Am I really that afraid of Fluttershy?" Stuart shook her head, rallying what little cohesion that she could muster to her thoughts.

"What are you doing here? How am I here? Why am I here!? Is Nightma-"

"Oh yes, Nightmare Moon is the one responsible for all this. What was your first clue you brain dead dunce?" Stuart recoiled, both at the abruptness of Fluttershy's response and the insult.

"That- that hurt. Please, please don't call me that." Stuart mumbled, withering under Fluttershy's glare.

"Hurt? Pfft, oh please." Fluttershy huffed, walking up to the shaking alicorn.

"You already more than a bang up job of doing that Stuart. You couldn't even assert yourself over Nightmare Moon. Even I, a meek pegasus was able to triumph over her. You have no excuse for losing to her. You're a bucking alicorn for fuck sakes!" She punctuated her point by shoving a hoof sharply into Stuart's chest, who recoiled in fearful shriek.

"Why are you doing this!? I thought you were the Element of Kindness!" Stuart manage to shout back, feeling her blood flowing hot with anger. She could not back down. She would not back down. Stuart steeled herself, glaring back at the yellow pegasus.

This effort was vanquished however when Fluttershy began to chuckle, mocking her.

"Pffft. I can't believe this. You? Fight?"

"... You think this is funny? Do you!? You think I can handle waking up to find myself in both an unfamiliar environment and alien body? Or the fact that bitch Nighty fucking bitch molested-"

Stuart didn't even see Fluttershy's hoof slam into her cheek, punching her right off the bed and onto the cold, hard marble floor. As Stuart scrambled back up to counterattack however, all the blood in her face drained. What she saw wasn't Fluttershy. Not even by a longshot. Whatever was impersonating her wasn't the normally meek, kind pegasus. It couldn't be, not with that utterly terrifying scowl that starred daggers right into Stuart's soul.

She backed away in fright, only to shriek as Fluttershy leaped at her. She yelped as Fluttershy's hooves wrapped around her head into a vice grip. Before she could so much as struggle, her head was slammed into the ground. Pain flared up in her head, yet the student didn't dare move for fear of what else the pegasus might do to her. Fluttershy stared at the young alicorn,furious.

"Don't you dare insult our Mistress! The Rightful Regent of the Moon deserves respect, especially from you whelp!" She hissed, slamming another hoof at the azure alicorn's cheek. Stuart whimpered, her resolve crumbling under pressure.

"What else could go wrong?" Stuart whimpered as she felt the pegasus engulf her body with one of her wings, tears streaming down Stuart muzzle as hoof lifted her gaze up to Fluttershy.

"Why?" She asked, only to be hushed as she felt a hoof quiet her down.

"Shhhh, just lay down. Because in a moment, you'll find yourself deep within your fantasy. Tell me Stuart ole girl. You've always imagined yourself being as a companion with us. Or perhaps even deeper, dare I say to dive in romantic ecstasy." She said in a seductive voice, fluttering her eyelids. Stuart flinched as one of Fluttershy's hooves traced down her barrel, her cheeks turning to a hot, crimson red as she felt a spike of euphoria cloud her gaze.

"Stop it. She is manipulating you. Fight it." One part of Stuart's mind told her. Yet Stuart could not wretch her gaze from the pegasus mare before her. She opened her mouth to protest, only to gasp in guilty delight as she suddenly felt Fluttershy nuzzle her, with Stuart shuddering from the stimulation of soft fur rubbing against her own in subtle intimacy.

"Shush sweetie, because I already know the answer." She chuckled, tapping the ground with a slight click of her hoof.

"You know, I can see why our Queen has selected you. For one, you seem such a weak link. What more, you seem to be infatuated with this form of yours. What do I mean, you ask? Why you have a crush, nay, are in love with this form, aren't you?" Stuart's eyes widened, unable to do anything save a stutter.

"Wha-?"

"Oh, don't try to deny it. I already know. You seem to have a rather serious problem concerning the rest of your fandom's so called 'headcanon'. Honestly, I don't know why you have attached yourself to such what appears to be an entirely fictional character. Hay, even now I can tell you are secretly enjoying this! I can just sense the emotions ebbing off you, and I am not even one of those bucking changelings! And don't even try to deny that you especially loved being dominated by our fair Queen."

Stuart winced, looking down at her hooves in shame. The young alicorn was bombarded with scene after scene, unable to stop the tide of memories and the emotional aftermath that came after it. In any other situation, Stuart would have questioned on how she had been able to read her mind. Considering the damage that was being caused to her psyche however, this was not possible.

"N-no, don't think Stuart. Don't think of how her hooves can... Make you melt... Those sexy hooves in your cloister... NO! Don't even-" She clutched her head. Why was her tormenter doing this? Her wings and eyes shot open as she felt Fluttershy nimble on them, causing Stuart to moan as a short wave of pleasure engulfed that part of her body.

"No wait! Please st-oo sto- augh..."

"Don't you worry now little one. Mommy's got you nice and snug." Fluttershy cooed. Stuart couldn't help but moan as she felt her wings being nuzzled, surrendering to the sweet sensations. All she now wanted to do was to cuddle up with that such sweet mare and-

"CRACK!"

Agony. There was no other word to describe it other than pure agony. That word fitted perfectly with the pain that ripped through Stuart's right wing as she screamed. Trembling, she looked up to see Fluttershy smirking, shaking her head in a patronizing, scolding manner as if she were with a foal. She even had her eyes close and was tsking.

"Wow. You are even lamer than Gilda, if that is somehow possible. You are so easy to manipulate, you know that? You are nothing more than a slave to your instincts here. You even lack the ability to control your emotions. You want to know why you are a weakling? You had the choice of fighting back. You could have gotten away scott free. But you didn't."

Fluttershy smiled, with a satisfied look to her eyes as she watched Stuart's defenses reduce themselves to nothingness.

"Ever so deviant in your sexual fantasies, you are the only one to blame here. You reduced yourself being a whore to the rightful Queen."

With this realization, horror renewed itself in the sapphire alicorn. That couldn't be true, could it? She did fight, she did resist. Or did she? No, Fluttershy couldn't be right, that had to be an outright lie! Right?

"I-... I but... I-"

"Save it foal. You know you wanted to be fucked good by Nightmare Moon. You have no one to blame here but yourself. Pfft. You know how pathetic that is? You. Are. Nothing! Nothing but a worthless whore! Hell, I can already tell that you want to be imregnated with the Mistress's foal right now as you snuggle under her very wings!"

Stuart gaped, feeling like she had just been stabbed through the torso. A numbness in her heart made her dizzy with pain.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta dash. Nightmare Moon wishes you to go through this next part without any interference. Well, not that much anyway." She chuckled knowingly, whispering into Stuart's ear.

"You are going to find this part veeery interesting. Don't worry, it won't start for a while yet. That will give you plenty of time to think over what I have said. Or at least you should, since you fancy yourself as a thinker stereotype. A thinker, pah! Grass that is growing has more thought in an hour than you do in an entire day!" She mocked, cuffing a hoof to her muzzle as she snorted in glee.

"Oh, and by the way? Tell Cadence I said hi." Then with a zap of green magic she disappeared, leaving Stuart all alone. Looking out over the balcony, Start could see that the sun had already risen. Without even thinking about it, she got up and trotted over the mirror. She looked herself over, from her slumped over wings and mangled mane and tail, to her sunken in face with an expression of defeat. By now, Fluttershy's words had completely sunk in, pounding her skull.

"Fluttershy is right.I really am pathetic. Useless." She said to herself, bitterness seeping into her voice as it cracked.

"Nothing is going to be done unless you stop weeping and try to figure out a way to get the hell out of here."

Sniffing, Stuart slowly got up from the ground and recomposed herself, standing tall as she stared at her reflection. She studied it. The way her fur seem to smooth out on the surface, the way her mane still managed to retain a sort of regal appearance. The numbing sensation of having no hands to grasp with. She flexed her wings experimentally and to her unsettling shock, they moved as if she had them all her life. She wondered if she would even remember what being human was even like.

"I am not useless... Am I? I'm not a whore. I can't be! She forced me! Just that!" Stuart grimaced, forcing her thoughts to the back of her mind. Now was not the time to panic and have a mental breakdown. Fluttershy was only just trying to break her down. If she did nothing, then she might as well die right there.

"I-I must get out. But how? I don't even know how I got here. In fact, I don't know much of anything. Where do I even begin to start?" Stuart looked around the room, hoping for something to at least to aid her escape, only to be met with dismay as nothing out of the ordinary had any obvious benefits. All of it useless.

Like her.

"I can escape. I am not useless. I AM NOT USELESS! I am not..." She fell silent, her defenses too cracked to continue.

The way Stuart was reduced to being a puddle in Nightmare Moon's hooves, helpless to even resist. The way she enjoyed being cuddled by Nightmare Moon. The realization that she practically gave into the pleasure struck her like a thunderbolt.

"Just... Why?" Stuart felt tears beginning to drip as memories of being violated took hold of her. How she was forced into a passionate, loving kiss. The way her wings were stroked with an invigorating touch. How the wet tongue of the dark deity laced her horn with pleasure that rendered her helpless. She could still feel its wet surface bathe her horn in a blinding bliss.

No control. No ability to influence the outcome. Just being rendered impotent, racked by a bodily pleasure.

Stuart began to tremble as she felt an overwhelming slew of emotions knock down the barrier that protected her organized, rational thought. Every thought made her wracked with even more abhorrent guilt. She was paralyzed to the floor, trapped within a cycle of perpetual self loathing. No amount of insight lifted off the fact that she had indeed thoroughly enjoyed being pleasured in ways that she never thought possible. All of it willingly.

"Why couldn't I resist? No, why didn't I try to fight back? Why did she do this to me?"

Stuart's eye shunted close as she screamed to the heavens.

"Why!?" Stuart heaved, only to force herself back up, albeit just barely.

"Focus you damned fool! That bitch will get what is coming to her. Knowledge is your strength and power. Use it as your shield. Use it as your sword. Banish these heinous thoughts with a strike of intuition."

Slowly, Stuart felt her breathing return to normal, too drained from the aftermath of her first major emotional breakdown to continue crying. Despite heavy feelings of both remorse and despair, she felt a strange feather of calm tranquility float softly to the ground easing her as she sat against the bedpost, pondering her situation and that of the last few minutes. A sigh left her lips as she flopped to the ground, a pillow that had been tossed to the ground from her earlier scuffle cushioning the impact.

"Well fuck... Just fuck. I suppose this adds another reason to my being a solitary hermit." She muttered, looking at the rising sun off the balcony.

"Just gotta keep my calm. Easy right?"

Tentatively, she slowly rose to her hooves and surely made her way to the edge of the balcony, yet fear clinged to her. Did she really want to find out what was on the other side? Her cheeks scrunched up in frustration, slamming a hoof against the railing with a loud clang.

"Damnit! What am I supposed to do? It isn't exactly like I have idea what the bloody hell is going on, much less any idea of the motives of Nightmare Moon. Considering the circumstances..."

Stuart shivered with a mix of revulsion and anxiety as the memories from the day before flashed past her retina.

"Oh God. Why didn't I put up more of a fight? I am not some pushover, am I? Even though..." A rising bloom feeling in her chest elevated as her breathing increased, replaying the scene of having been literally cuddle bombed over and over in her head.

She had masturbated before in the past as a male, yes. But it didn't even come close to the ecstasy she felt when Nightmare Moon made her melt in her grasp. Stuart's limbs began to tremble as the clarity of just how wiling she was in participating in this debauchery came upon her.

She didn't even violate her! Well, not in that place. But what did that mean? Was she savoring the moment where Start would finally break down forever and submit to her mistress like a good little-.

Stuart slapped herself, the pain bruising her right cheek.

"No way in hell that bitch is my mistress! I am a slut to no one! No. Fucking. Way!"

Stuart braced herself against the wall, tension building in her muscles being so bad that she struggled to hold herself from breaking something.

"And what about this Cadence? Hmm..." She paused for a hoof in thought, putting the mid pieces of the puzzle together.

"So, what are the facts? I am stuck in the Season 1 form of Luna's body that seems to be based upon my own head canon. This could imply that Nightmare Moon could have potentially dug through."

Moments passed. Then her gut was hit with a sucker punch as an all too horrifying picture presented itself to her.

"She has access to my memories..."

Stuart felt the beginnings of a dark pit form a knot in her stomach, only for her to quash it with a vicious stomp of her hoof.

"No! I will not have myself sob here while Nightmare Moon does what she please! That WILL not happen."

Satisfied that she wouldn't go into a downward wreak, she thought further.

"Come to think of it, she even got the voice right."

Then Stuart was hit with yet another startling revelation, eyes widening.

"Wait. Would that mean she even overrode my personality? No. I don't feel any different, at least as much I can notice. So my personality remains mostly intact. At least as far as I can tell." She waited for a few seconds, wondering if she would be seized by another panic attack. Stuart sighed, pressing a hoof to her chest in some form of relief.

"Well, at least things are peaceful for now. But what did Fluttershy mean by Cadence? Unless-"

Stuart was interrupted when she heard several knocks on the chamber door.

"Lulu, are you awake in there?" A familiar, sisterly voiced chimed in with concern.

"Wait what? Celestia is here?!" Before Stuart could do anything, a massive headache caused her to slump to the ground.

"Wha, what's going on!? What the hell is- ah!" Stuart crumpled to the ground as the pounding in her head became unbearable. To her horror, Stuart felt herself beginning to slip away, memories shifting into something else.

She was Stuart, a student at the Celestia's school- No!

She was human! A proper, refined young lady who-...

Parents? Were they? She was pretty certain they were earth ponies.

Wait, not that!

"Oh God! Stop it! I don't wanna..."

"What?"

Luna smiled. What were these silly thoughts of about "humans"? She had a sister to greet. Today was the day she would meet the Elements! She couldn't wait to extend them her gratitude. Maybe... Just maybe... She shook her head. She would worry about that when the time came.

"I'll be right there Tia!" She rushed to the door eagerly, unlocking it. Behind the door, stood the Celestial monarch, who nuzzled her affectionately.

"Good morning Luna. Did you sleep well?"

"I have Celestia. Though I find it odd you have come up to wake me up so early in the morning."

"Oh Lulu. You haven't forgotten about the what you are going to do today, have you?" She chuckled kindheartedly, combing Luna's mane with a hoof.

"Uh, Princess, would it be okay if I can come in please?" A familiar voice called out. It couldn't possibly...

"Why sure Twilight, please do make yourself at home. I am sure Luna wouldn't mind."

"You mean, you brought the- by Faust!" Entering the room was a violet colored unicorn with a dark rainbow patterned mane, with a star sign cutie mark adorning her flank.

"Uh, hello High Princess Luna. I'm Twilight Sparkle." She said, her tone somewhat sheepish. Was that shyness that Luna detected? No matter.

"So you are Twilight? I-I am honored to meet you. I can't even thank you enough for helping me out of..." She trailed back, then shook her head.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" She stopped, thinking of where to steer the conversation next. She then notice her sister get up and walk out the door.

"I'll be leaving you with my student Luna. I'm sorry I won't be able to attend the day with you, but I have a secession meeting with the Nobles in regards to dealing with the bureaucratic concerns of your return. Twilight, if you would be so kind as to familiarize my sister of the modern era and help her adjust, I will be forever grateful."

"But of course Princess, you can count on me!"

Smiling, Celestia chuckled warmly at her student's enthusiasm.

"If you are certain Twilight. Good day to both of you. Hopefully we shall be able to reunite later during the night, the Sun willing." She chuckled.

With a click, the door locked itself shut, leaving Luna alone with one of her saviors.

"Twilight, I can't thank you and your friends enough for helping me. I cannot ever repay you for doing that."

"Oh Princess, there is no need. Just seeing Celestia happy is all that we'll need. And if you want, your friendship will be nice."

Luna stood there, somewhat shocked at the offer. She was hopeful, but she didn't think she would get that far. Eyes gleaning, she nodded.

"What do you want to talk about first?" She asked giddily.

"Hah. Was that not a bit too easy my liege?"

"Perhaps. But I wouldn't cast down our luck just yet my subject. Already, I have fed on her emotions. And I have to say, they are quite delectable. Though this is only the appetizer."

"So what is our next move now?"

"We wait, my faithful servant. We simply wait and bide our time..." When Nightmare Moon said nothing more, Shackle Heart sighed in disappointment, trotting out to the exit of the Everfree Castle.

"My Queen, I'll be conducting a patrol with my squadron. If you will let me, I shall take my leave."

"You may go Shackle Heart. Keep an eye out for any who may stumble upon this site. If they come forth in this direction, eliminate them."

With a nod in the affirmative, she leaped into flight and flew off into the night sky. As Shackle Heart's form shrunk into a silhouette, Nightmare Moon's gaze drifted toward the portal that contained the young alicorn.

"... Who would have thought that a young human such as yourself have led to the beginnings of my return? And such knowledge of us! Whose to say how many more of those like yourself are out there? Though you were certainly the strongest single source of energy. I wonder how one manages to conjure up a devotion of those they never met?"

Nightmare Moon blinked as she felt a soft, hollow, melancholic shroud drown the air around her.

"What are these odd emotions that I am feeling? ... They are nothing! I must concentrate. These emotions are what led to that pitiful mare's down fall to my hoof." Still, these emotions troubled her throughout the night as she fed off the ambient energy being produced by the Luna duplicate.