The Apple Offering

The Apple Offering

Year three of Empress Nightmare Moon’s reign.

Year three of perpetual night sky.

Year three of the moon bringing life to Equestria’s crops.

Year three of the offerings.

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Big Macintosh approached the dark fortress that was Nightmare Moon’s castle. It was raised from the ruins of Old Canterlot in the Everfree. Even she could be sentimental at times. He swallowed hard. It was Sweet Apple Acres’ turn to provide an offering to appease the moon goddess, bringer of life and warmth.

Really, he was surprised it had been so long. Farming stallions and mares alike had been brought in from all over Equestria to satisfy the empress for the past three years, and only now was the closest orchard to the castle chosen. He didn’t think too hard on it as he entered the tall, dark gates. The bat-like guards of the castle motioned him down long hallways and to… the stairs? Not deep under the castle, but higher?

As he ascended, his thoughts traveled back home to his family. Had he seen them for the last time? He had made sure to say his goodbyes. Applejack, Applebloom, Granny… ah’ll miss y’all… he thought to himself. He reached an ornate and wicked looking set of doors. He swallowed hard again.

He knocked.

“We bid thee, stallion of Sweet Apple Acres. Enter,” came a powerful, imposingly feminine voice from the room behind the doors. Mac pushed one door open and stepped in.

The room was well lit and cheery. The floors were a tranquil blue tile, the ceiling calmly black and dotted with sparkling gemstones. The walls were upholstered with fine fabrics of blues, purples, and greens. Almost like the auroras that snaked across the skies in the far north.

The center of the room was filled by a large bed, silken sheets of red and black, with the empress laid out in the middle… N-naked? was the first thing that came to the stallion’s mind. Not normally a thought that crossed pony minds, but he had never seen the empress without her dazzling regalia. He saw her crown, choker, and shoes by the side of the bed.

His eyes refocused on her, however, tracing her form. He had thought he had never seen her nude before, but now he realized he had never really seen her before. Not truly. Her legs were long, thin, sensually slender. Her coat a rich, glossy black. Her face was not contorted in a scowl, but a gentle and almost teasing smile. Her eyes were the deepest turquoise, almost aglow. The purple eye shadow added to the effect, and as she batted her lashes her eyes invited the red stallion in. Her body was every bit as slender and sexy as her legs, and her rump curved just right under her deep purple cutie mark and moon. Her mane and tail floated free around her, an ethereal cloud of blue speckled with pinpoints of light. It swirled around her face and horn, accenting her eyes. One wing was closed, but the other opened in a welcoming gesture. She whispered lustily, “Come, stallion. Offer yourself to your empress, that she may be pleased with you and smile upon your farm.”

The sight and words had driven any worries far away. He realized his stallionhood was rigid as it could get, and he had just barely looked at his empress. He blushed hard, looked her in the eyes, and dryly said, “Eeyup.”

He crossed the room to her, his member bouncing against his belly due to his hasty trot. He crawled up onto the bed, the silk of the sheets rubbing against his coat and more. He attempted a half-bow on the cushioned surface, eliciting a giggle from the normally cold appearing mare of darkness. She faced away from him before rolling over onto her back, her wings stretching out amongst the sheets. Her marehood faced Big Mac, and as she looked him in the eye she winked at him, but not with her eyes.

Mac couldn’t resist any longer, and buried his muzzle in his dark empress’s sweet folds. He delicately probed her hole with his tongue, before driving it deep.

Nightmare Moon groaned, it had been far too long since her last offering. As Mac worked her mound over, she flexed her wings against the bedding, biting her lip and continuing to groan.

He relented for a moment, tracing her outer lips gently, and then with fervor he attacked her clit with tongue and lips. With a throaty moan and a shudder, she climaxed, squeezing Mac’s tongue inside her.

“Are you ready to service your empress fully?” she breathlessly asked him.

He stood proud, her nectar dripping from his snout, his member jutting out stiffly beneath him.  With renewed confidence and a steely glint in his eye, he voiced one word. “Eeyup.”

With that, she rolled back over and presented herself to the crimson earth pony. He took in her sweet smell, before giving her one more lick that made her squeak in a most un-empressly manner. He mounted her, grasping her sides.

And then he began to thrust. She smiled lightly as her horn lit, guiding his girth into her velvety depths. At first he carefully prodder her, nervously. This was his first time, after all. He gently, slowly entered her, not knowing how much he was teasing her. When half of his solid stallionhood was in, he slowly began to draw back out, relishing in the softness and tightness he was experiencing.

Mac bit his bottom lip as he started to press back in, picking up the pace. Soon he had a decent rhythm going, grunting as his empress began to moan again. She was dripping wet. Virgins were her favorite.

Mac upped the pace, Nightmare Moon beginning to scream in earnest. The sounds of his thighs slapping against her ass echoed through the bedroom, and before long she felt him tense. Mac felt euphoria spread from his dick throughout his entire being unlike anything he had felt before, as his flare swelled and he unloaded copious amounts of his apple seed into his dark mistress.

Gasping, he pulled out. She felt the bulk of his flare pulling at her as her body tried to keep him in her. With an audible “pop” he was out, and the mixture of the two lovers’ fluids spilled onto the sheets as he collapsed beside her.

He came too soon. “Your empress finds your performance… lacking. Unless your body might offer more?” she asked with veiled hope.

Mac looked down at himself. He was still hard as steel. He paused before standing again. “Eeyup.”

Nightmare grinned toothily, before standing. “Give me one moment, my pet… I have something that might make things more interesting.” She moved to the edge of the bed, and pulled a rope with her magic.

From above the bed lowered a sturdy metal box covered with runes. With a flick of her horn, the bottom of the box opened, and a large pony fell unceremoniously onto the bed. A pony once called Princess Celestia. She was bound by rope, and wore a skimpy black leather suit with a ball gag. The empress used her magic to remove the gag, and cooed, “Does the little princess want to come out to play?” The white alicorn nodded silently, cowering on the bed. “Good… Now, stallion. Mount me once more. And sister…  lay on your back…”

The trembling ex-princess did as she was told, and Nightmare Moon stood over her, lining her crotch up with her sister’s face. “Stallion… mount me,” she commanded.

Mac had stopped thinking about what he was seeing after Celestia had fallen to the bed. He shook his head, stepped forward, and mounted his empress once more. The black alicorn lowered herself just so, and once more guided Mac’s throbbing cock into her. But this time, she pressed it against a different hole…

Mac thrust forward and into the dark mare’s ass, and she screamed in pleasure. Celestia, knowing the routine, began to noisily slurp at her sister’s marehood.

Mac’s thrusting quickly became pounding, deeper and deeper, Nightmare Moon’s body rocking with each impact. His balls were slapping against the sun goddess’s face below as she continued her ministrations. The empress’s eyes began to roll back as she screamed in ecstasy.

The lewd sounds of thighs slapping together filled the air, as did the aroma of sweat and sex. The empress’s tongue poked out of her mouth and she gave one final shriek and Mac gave a mighty grunt. He thrust in balls deep and unloaded a second time, this time deep in his mistress’s ass.

He and the empress were panting heavily, still connected. Celestia had stopped lapping at her sister’s snatch, and lay motionless under them.

Nightmare Moon finally managed to catch her breath enough to say, “Your offering… pleases your empress…”

“…Eeyup.”