The Affection of Princess Nightmare Moon
Part 8: A Carnival, Bandaid! (Part II of II)
Nightmare Moon stared in fascination. She wasn’t quite sure she understood it, especially after the mishap at the dunking booth. Another water feature was being run in the outskirts of the carnival, and it was an odd one. A fake river had been set up with nicely-painted sides, using real flowers and fauna to cover the edges. On the water was a series of slow moving boats shaped like swans, and inside each boat as it went by was a pair of ponies.
Every single pair that went by were already holding hooves when they went around the bend and into a black tunnel. Nightmare didn’t know what was in the tunnel, but it must’ve been amazing. By the time each couple emerged, they were either leaning lovingly into each other, or looking into each other’s eyes… some were even kissing! Nightmare wanted that! But what was in the magic tunnel that made them do that?
Circling the place at a quick clip, she found the entrance. The Tunnel of Love, couples only, no foals allowed. “Interesting,” she murmured to nopony in particular. Perhaps she could coax Bandaid onto that ride. Perhaps the darkness of the tunnel itself made romance flow a bit easier. And what could be more romantic than a slow and relaxing boat ride? Nightmare couldn’t think of anything. She smiled and stamped one hoof to make it final.
“Nightmare?” Bandaid returned from the bathroom, startling her. He leaned to see what she’d been so absorbed in, and gave a shy smile. “Ah, I see. Are we riding that, then?” he asked.
“If you would join me?” Nightmare didn’t want to press it on him. He was such a tender thing. She could haul his flank over to the ride and put him in a boat, sure, but that wouldn’t mean as much. She couldn’t act like such a foal anymore. She carefully folded her wings and cleared her throat, looking to one side. Was that heat in her cheeks? She dared not reach up to touch her face while he was deciding.
“Alright. Sure, why not?” Bandaid finally said. “It’s just a carnival ride, after all. Could be fun.” Nightmare grinned her terrifying grin of fangs, her wings lifting happily. The brown stallion chuckled as she led the way. They got into line, drawing a few strange looks from the other couples. Nightmare saw a few wedding bands here and there, and plenty of young couples that no doubt wished for a bit of privacy. The Tunnel of Love was the best idea they’d seen all evening.
When finally it was their turn, Princess Nightmare Moon gave bits to a rather curvaceous mare and they were helped into a boat. It sagged a little because of her alicorn weight, so she was forced to sit in the middle so that the whole thing would not tip over. This left only a little room on either side of her for Bandaid. After being told not to stand or throw anything in the river, they were off.
Bandaid sat awkwardly between Nightmare Moon’s front hooves. Their size difference let him practically sit in her lap. It was cute, but a little awkward. As they were away from the starting platform, the black alicorn slowly set her chin atop his head. Bandaid nickered a little, smiling in a bashful way. “This is… nice,” he mumbled, already red in the cheeks. They floated easily along, their boat never touching the sides of the fake river. They rode by the weak current, nice and slow. They watched the bountiful flowers go by, admired the little foal statues that were fountaining water from their mouths.
“Very nice,” Nightmare mumbled softly. She really wasn’t sure what to do with her wings, or her front hooves, or her anything really. Bandaid leaned back into her a bit, and she received him without really embracing him. She didn’t want to ruin it by hugging him too hard or wrapping his tender body in her wingspan. She worried hard, turning her head and resting her cheek atop the crown of his head. “Bandaid,” she purred softly. The mouth of the tunnel approached, dark and rather ominous all of a sudden. Nightmare suddenly wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. Why was she so nervous.
“Nightie…” he whispered, half-turning to rest his cheek on her chest. Her regalia felt cool to his blushing cheeks. He nuzzled her, just once, rather shyly. The threshold of the tunnel slowly swallowed their little swan-boat up, and they were plunged into darkness. “This carnival was a great idea, I’m glad we came,” the stallion whispered softly.
“Mhm,” Nightmare caught his scent, nuzzling his mane quietly. Her face had stained red at her pet name being used at last. She was thankful it was dark. A few moments later, little pricks of light began to sparkle back and forth on the ceiling and walls of the tunnel. They looked almost like fireflies. The quiet slosh of the water carried them back and forth, rocking the two ponies together.
Bandaid turned slowly around, still in her lap. His arms rose up and hooked about her neck. One of her massive, pillar-like legs rose. She bowed her long neck down to lay her chin on his shoulder. The huge leg embraced him, pulling him to her chest. They held one another for a long time, not saying a word. The pull and push of the moving waters was the only force around. It rocked his plush fur against her own, and she fantasized about taking him home to bed right then. One quick flick of magic and they would teleport away to her chambers.
But no, she wanted this. This moment. She didn’t know what to call it. She was a goddess of lust—of wine and dark and fertility. Was this… love? Nightmare Moon struggled with her inner thoughts, and almost didn’t feel it when the plush of his muzzle stroked her cheek a few times. Her massive wings snapped to attention, rocking the boat. Bandaid clung to her, chuckling in his carefree way. She smiled bashfully, but hunched a bit to deepen the embrace.
“K… kiss me?” he whispered to her in the dark. It was a soft, vulnerable request.
Their hearts thundered, and it was easy to feel them as pressed together as they were. Careful of her fangs, she leaned to nuzzle the nape of his neck. She wanted it to be perfect, this moment had to be perfect. All the other almost-first-kisses had been a fake Bandaid. This was real. This counted. Her muzzle mashed against his nose while she was still thinking about it, and she quickly reared a little. “Sorry! We are sorry!” she shrieked a little.
“I-It’s alright,” Bandaid mumbled, rubbing his face. “It was the boat rocking.” He leaned into her for security, and her sheer size made her seem like a rock.
“Yes, yes of course,” Nightmare quickly added. “The boat,” One of her giant hooves came up to cup the side of his face. The twinkling lights along the tunnel walls barely showed his outline to her. The soft-eyed, drunken look of a stallion’s desire. Steadying him she slowly leaned down. His scent touched her sensitive nose— the quiet salt of sweat and the spice of male pony. It was enticing.
With a quiet purr, she at last brought her lips to his while her eyes slid closed. Bandaid let out a happy little whimper, his heart quivering. Nightmare’s great black wingspan slowly closed around him until only his withers and head stuck out. His embrace grew a little stronger, and his head tilted to one side as the kiss broke. Smek. The awkward, wet little line of spittle hung between them. He turned his head to break it, blushing darkly. She could feel his little heart thundering, and went in for another kiss. His quiet moans touched the walls of the tunnel, and she purred back to him. The warmth in her wings grew hot as the kisses continued. A long-held tension between them cracked and broke. The needy pawing of his hooves on her chest said she had not been the only one thinking of such things.
An unknown amount of time went by and one thing really led to another in the Tunnel of Love. Nightmare and Bandaid had to quickly untangle themselves when they came to the exit. Somehow it didn’t seem like a good idea for them to emerge from the tunnel with the Princess loving on him as she had been. She’d found and noted a few of his most sensitive spots along his neck and ears, though.
The two of them decide to cool off at a little watering hole in the midway, sharing a pair of tall sodas in awkward silence. The black alicorn sipped at hers, troubled. “Hey Nightmare?” Bandaid said softly. She flicked her gaze up at him, perking her ears. “Would you mind if I stayed over in your room tonight?” he asked. Nightmare Moon gaped at him in shock. What a forward move for a meek thing like him! She opened her mouth to praise him for it, delighted. He spoke first, though. “My sisters gave us those tickets to come here, and I don’t trust them not to jump me as soon as I get home tonight.” He hung his head a little, ashamed.
Nightmare’s delight faded, but she coughed and quickly nodded, “Yes, yes of course. Thou art always welcome with me, dear Bandaid.” She nodded, putting a hoof over his. “Thy siblings will not torment you in my chambers.”
“Thanks,” he said shyly. “I’m sure we can find some extra blankets or something for me to camp out on your couch… or something,” Bandaid smiled in his usual coy way.
When they were done with their sodas, they spent another three or four hours roaming the carnival. Nightmare pondered over the Ferris wheel. Bandaid squealed at the tilt-o-whirl while the Princess laughed like a hyena. Eventually it was time to head for home.
Bandaid and Nightmare emerged into the Obsidian Hall, side by side. Laughing and leaning tiredly on each other, neither questioned it when they both flopped onto the massive bed. Their aching legs coaxed them to its plush sheets, and they barely had time to get their saddlebags off before curling up together. They could shower and clean up later. Nightmare dozed off while chewing on one of Bandaid’s ears with her fangs, purring quietly. The brown stallion felt safe, curling up between her massive fore-hooves. Her wild scent was like spice and strong flowers. It comforted him. He lay his head under hers, careful with his ear as not to wake her. The alicorn moaned in her sleep, scooping him into her embrace. He smiled happily, quietly laying his head down to rest. He was so… *yawn*… just so tired… They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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Chrysalis lay on a small hill just beyond the carnival. She’d not dared enter, but she’d decided which border to hang around pretty easily. There was a Tunnel of Love on one of the borders, and it was a constant flow of lovey-dovey ponies leaning happily on each other. With her feelers extended she could taste all of them on the breeze. The air was thick with pony hormones and happy giggling.
The Changeling Queen used her magic to peer inside the ride. It seemed to be little more than a dark tunnel with a river going through it, with little firefly lights here and there. But something about it made ponies want to nuzzle, kiss, and express a bit more passion. She didn’t understand it, but who was she to question a buffet? Celestia, the clever bitch, had put her to sleep in the middle of a feeding. She wasn’t suffering hunger pangs anymore, but she was far from full. Grumbling to herself, she watched the next couple enter the tunnel. Then the next, then the next after that.
Brushing the silken-seaweed that was her mane out of her eyes, she settled onto her belly again. With such an attraction as the Tunnel of Love she’d been there for several hours, watching and sipping at the ponies that went through it. It was like watching food come to her, ripen, then flop down in front of her. The picnic area at the end of the tunnel certainly helped too. Some couples found a shady spot or two under a tree for more intimate conversation and kisses. Chrysalis felt a mild pang of jealousy, but did not allow it to cloud her thoughts. She never did.
“Having fun?” Celestia murmured, startling her.
“I didn’t do anything!” Chrysalis blurted before she could stop herself. This earned a light snicker from her elder white sibling. “What? What is it?” she asked suspiciously. “I didn’t go in, I’m sitting right here doing nothing.”
“You’re sour with me?” Celestia said, turning her head to notice the Tunnel of Love at the base of the hill below them. “Ah,” she said delicately. “Finding other means, I see.”
“I didn’t put anypony to sleep in the middle of anything,” Chrysalis said sourly, turning her nose up and away from her. There was a short silence, and she felt the grass shifting as the alicorn settled on the ground next to her.
“Not recently, anyway,” Celestia murmured, flicking her eyes to meet her sister’s for a moment. A hot, icy burst of fear streaked across Chrysalis’ back. It licked its necrotic tongue down her spine, stopping to niggle in the back of her head. “Nightie told me what you did, right before I banished her to the moon,” she said slowly.
“You made no mention of it before,” Chrysalis said, not looking at her. It was all too apparent that her elder sibling could tear her in two if she pleased. Lack of godhood made one certainly worry about one’s internal organs. “Why bring it up now?”
“I punished you for attacking Nightmare some months ago,” Celestia whispered, “I honestly don’t know what to do about what happened a thousand years ago.” Chrysalis paused to let her fangs free, in case Celestia tried to pounce on her or something.
“Just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean you get to punish us like we’re your children,” the Changeling Queen said snippily. “Mother was ready to put you in time out for Discord, if you hadn’t pled your case so well.” She said.
“Reversing gravity on an entire planet will do that,” Celestia said carefully, cocking her head. Chrysalis never held their mother up like a shield. “But don’t change the subject. Nightie is distracted by her new beau at the moment, but don’t think she won’t come to that conclusion herself someday—that you really should’ve been punished.”
“Skinning me alive wasn’t enough for you?” Chrysalis scowled. Their horns aggressively crossed, their eyes mere inches apart. “Huh?!” she shouted defensively.
“I’m just seeking a balance. You know Nightmare will want revenge someday,” said the white mare delicately, pressing back against her.
“Can’t you just let me sit here and eat?” sulked Chrysalis, pulling away and watching the next couple go through the tunnel of love. “Not like its safe to chew on you anymore.”
“It’s my nature to be cautious. We gods play the long game.” Celestia said softly. “If I fell like Nightie did all of Equestria would be thrown into chaos.”
“’We gods’, feh.” Chrysalis said with a scowl. “Our sister is like some child on holiday,” she gave a nod towards the ride. "I saw them go by some time ago, like a mating pair." She watched another couple set off down the gentle waters, and Chrysalis sighed with loud anger in her breath.
“Don’t compare us, please.” Celestia said, trying to soothe her. “We all play our unique roles to run this world.”
“Yes, dear sister,” Chrysalis stood over her. “It’s just my job to suffer!” she dove at Celestia suddenly, fangs outstretched. The Princess shrieked, ducking her head to present her horn instead of her neck. A glowing green aura washed over her, then sizzled as golden magic rushed up and over her magic. They twisted and spun about on the ground, shouting and crushing plant-life as they went.
“Chrysalis, stop!” Celestia’s warning shot almost took the Changeling’s wing off. Both of her golden-shoe’d hooves held her back, only barely. One was on her nose, the other on her lower jaw. “Stop this! We’re trying to make reperations, not start a war!”
“I’m always at war!” Chrysalis’ hooves flailed, pulling at the ethereal mane and trying to drag Celestia into her. “Always hungry! Never stopping! Never!” her wings started to buzz as she lifted into the air to get better leverage. “My hive grows impatient, a million hungry souls! HSSSSS!” her jowls flared open like a nightmarish flower, displaying all her teeth. Celestia’s hooves shifted in exactly the wrong way and her sister lunged for her throat. "What's the matter, Celestia? No guards or psychotic nurses to save you?!"
Yelping, Celestia dug her back hooves into the ground, her muscles trembling. “Chrysalis, please! Don’t—make—me—!” Teeth were starting to scrap up against her neck, the little droplets of saliva going down her in streams. A numbness worked its way along Celestia’s muscles. Her saliva would take over soon, that was how a changeling incapacitated its victims. If Chrysalis fed on her--! No! No the world would fall into shadow! Quivering and then giving a great shout, the Princess turned and bowed her hoof back like a powerful backward slap.
Crk~!
Chrysalis’ head snapped to one side and she gave a little yelp. Her blue-green hair bannered wildly. Tiny shards of carapace went flying. Flecks of orange muscle were peeking out under her jawline. She felt blood going down the back of her neck and gumming up her wings. But… but how? That didn’t make any sense. She let go of Celestia, staggering back a little. The two mares stared at each other. Chrysalis held herself about the neck, eyes wide. A great hacking cough sent orange across the grass, a spot of it appearing on Celestia's cheek. Chrysalis didn’t even have time to feel the pain or look horrified. She collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Celestia launched herself to her hooves, rushing to check her. Chrysalis’ eyes rolled into her head. She rattled a little, trembled, then went still. Celestia jumped back, a bloodied hoof on her mouth. “Wh-What have I done?!”
On the other side of the cosmos, deep in the eternal mists of creation and beauty, Almighty Faust turned her head.
End of Part 8
Whew! Back in action baby, I've missed this story!
Edit: ....damn different direction indeed! I still feel bad for Chrysalis, nothing but the short end of the stick.
Chrysalis is dead huh? I'm pretty sure that didn't happen before. I could be wrong though as I don't remember the more recent chapters of this story anymore.
Ooooh . . . .
Mama's gonna get angry.
now THATS more interesting that suddenly sombra! i aint even mad i got a notification for a re-write (which normal peeves me considerably) bravo author! keep it going!
i had forgotten this story, and now it's back!
What about a Clock Work Stallion?! Oh gods....
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Seems more sad to me..
Isn`t Nightmare Moon the nocturnal princess and should be able to see very well in the dark?
Well, nobody can claim it wasn't in self-defense. I am surprised, given Celestia's perceived power in the last story that she could be forced into a situation were she would use lethal force even accidentally. Shrug, either way, I'd imagine most juries would call it justified. Hopefully Faust will be objective enough to see reason.
...Not Chrysalis...
Well now, things are going to become interesting.
Update!!! Update!!
Its finally back!
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Whoa, whoa, whoa... Chrysalis just got murked? Ahh... shit...
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In your story NNM doesn't strike as Evil. Immature? yes. Impulsive? Yep. In love with Band Aid? Hell Yeah.
But Evil, I don't think so. Even in the show, I don't get evil vibes from Her. More angry than bad. Chrysalis is Evil. Sombra is Evil. I'm leaving out Discord. He's reformed.............for now.
well that happened. I never really liked chrysalis much any way nicely done tia clean kill.
I'm glad that this story is finally back. Still, I feel bad for Celestia having to kill her sister, even if she wasnt her favorite, in self-defense and I dont think Faust is going to be happy about the situation. I wonder what will happen in the next chapter.
Sister's fighting, not fun. It will be interesting to see where things go from here. Hopefully Celestia and Chrysalis can get back together, maybe while Chrysalis is in bed healing with her own nurse or Celestia waiting on her as she heals. Maybe with nightmare helping Celestia.
Faust thought for a minute. Oh right. I have four daughters. ...Shit.
IT LIVES!
Aegis Shield, I take back everything I ever said about you!
Made my day!
It's alive...IT'S ALIVE! But seriously So glad to see this one back.
see, this is like an after credits scene! Oh hohohoh, nice, this still reads like Ah! My Goddess! I am not saying that in a negative way either, I think it'll be great to get more overarching story.
And sneezed.
This seems more promising than the Sombra thing. Not that I wasn't curious about how he would work but right after the last chapter went through the trouble of the set up this makes more sense. And I'd honestly be surprised if "Mother" gets involved. Putting her in a story seems tobe a taboo.
I feel... tremendously sorry for poor Chryssie; always getting the short straw, and now... damn it, she's dead Jim... Why'd you make her that way, Faust, you [censored for foul, racist content against stupid Alicorns]
God damn Celestia! I wanted you to Smack a Bitch not Mike Tyson a Bitch!
4079905 Thus creating several new planes of existence.
Great to see an update on this story. The Return of princess nightmare moon and the affection of princess nightmare moon are definitely among my top favorites :)
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I have four daughters... With god-like powers... And I left them home alone in the middle of puberty.
I wonder if I still have a house left...?
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I mean...I think all four of them have god-like powers. They're all immortal, right, what harm can they do to each other?
4078273 Having a reason or not, I will find it hard to take any sadness from Faust seriously with how she left things. I'm not sure where this story is headed now because if Faust shows up it will be hard to sympathize with the woman who custom made her children to bicker and is now possibly going to act sad that the daughter she made a monster for seemingly no reason is dead. May have said this in an earlier chapter, but im with Chryssalis and NMM that their mom is a heartless bitch.
Seriously excited that this story is getting back in action, hopefully we arent kept waiting too long to see where this goes.
Damn... Love the rewrite!
This can only end in fire and brimstone - or tears, if you prefer it less dramatic.
Can you remind me how this part of the chapter previously went? Apart from Sombra appearing, of course.
LOVE IT!!! So happy came back!!!!! Can't wait for more!!
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Who am I kidding, they're still mortal beneath all that power. I'd better go check on them to be sure...
interesting twist
That last line....ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
"Chrissy you did kinda deserve that ... Attempting to eat/rape your sister is definitely cause for self defense."
Especially after what she did to Luna a thousand years ago and the more recent attempt to do it again ...
I wonder if this is what it takes for her to learn to NOT try to eat her sisters to death ...
Well, definitely ended on different tone that before....
Typo
"Not like its safe to chew on you anymore."
-it's
And maybe: "Both of her golden-shoe’d" to "golden-shoed"?
4081494 Its pretty much the same chapter verbatum, just with the scene with Sombra taken out-- and the scene with Chrissy and Tia put in. So... roughly 50% completely new content. Sorry for any confusion. :(
4082087 Putting Faust herself into a fanfiction has always sort of been taboo (at least for me), so I can only hope I can handle this at least a little bit maturely. >.>;
4080927 We've been building to the "reason for Chrysalis" for a story and a half, next chapter is the big reveal, I promise!
Well fuck.
Huh, alright. I'm hooked again. With Sombra it was pretty obvious he was going to go Starscream on Chrysalis at some point, probably when she was about to attain full godhood. Now? I have no idea, and I love that. Looking forward to seeing what you have in store for us all!
Wow. Just Wow. Chrissy Knocked out? Or Dead?
It finally updated!!
And I like the new direction this story is going.
I liked the other version better in terms of the ending, honestly.
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I don't. Not for THIS fanfic-verse.
... oh shit... Mom is coming!!
O... K...
4082451 Good to hear.
And now for unwanted ideas from your readers!
Just had a thought with Faust showing up. I know you like your references, and every god/goddess needs their servants to protect, help build, deal out...justice?
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