//------------------------------// // 36 Seven Deadly Sins: Lust by TheLastBrunnenG // Story: Full Moon Fever: A MoonLight Prompt Collab // by TheLastBrunnenG //------------------------------// Seven Deadly Sins: Lust by TheLastBrunnenG The following story might skirt the Teen rating a little. I'd layered the Tree of Harmony with wards so thick and arcane even Starswirl would've pulled his beard out trying to dispel even the least of them. But not Her. She walked right through them, through these halls - my halls - and found me in my study, nose in a book and completely unaware. "Whore!" she spits, leering down at me. "I smell Celestia's stench on every inch of you. You reek of that worthless day-nag. Did she at least make you a harem-filly? Or were you hers alone? Faithful student, faithful servant, faithful slut…" On my back and snarling, I call up what I hope is enough power to crater the whole Tree and take Nightmare with me. I may be an alicorn but I'm no goddess; before I can unleash what I've built up she slaps it away effortlessly with a spark from her horn and a frigid laugh. "Pathetic. And to think I almost feared confronting you, Twilight the legendary, Twilight the perfect." She leans in close and whispers, "You are mine now, Twilight Sparkle," even closer, "and I will use what is mine," now just an eyelash away, "and I will start by tasting what your precious sun-hag never had the horn to try." Before I can shout or fight or fly she's on me, muzzle on mine, and in her mouth my scream doesn't echo. I flail and twist but even unarmored her hooves are steely and keeping me pinned like a collector's butterfly. Her teeth rake my lips and I despise myself when my struggling turns weak and half-hearted. Nightmare sinks down, barrel to barrel with her prize, and I disgust myself when my lips spread wide and weak and willing for her. Her tongue slips around and over and past mine, and as she snakes her slippery way down my throat even my revulsion fades: I can hate myself in the morning. Forget want, right now I need this, and she knows it. She pulls back off the kiss too suddenly, grinning, licking her lips, teeth glistening like little star-white predators. I start to plead, to beg, but she holds my muzzle shut with an inky black hoof. I'm glad, I think, because I don't want to know whether I'd have begged her to stop or… or not to stop. Nightmare descends again, agonizingly, achingly slowly. "So tender," she hisses, lips tugging on my neck. "So pure," she whispers, tongue tracing down my barrel. "So delicious," she sighs, teeth nipping down my flank. I'm shaking horn to hooves and she looks up at me, unblinking eyes meeting mine. "Do you tremble because you despair, little alicorn?" she says as she pauses. I'm trapped under her, wings unfurled, flat on my back and shivering, anticipating, exposed to the world and to Her. Nightmare glances down and my traitor tail twitches madly because I know what's coming. She looks back up and smirks, head sinking lower, slowly, slowly, and she murmurs, "or because you want this, reason and shame be damned?" Time freezes for an aching second before she bites. I snap my head away from her hoof and scream, howling to the moon and the Moon, blind with pain and need and lust, and I'm close, so very, very close, and… No! "Merciful heavens, Twilight, I have wounded thee!" says a voice too gentle, too worried, too whole-heartedly concerned to be Nightmare. No! No, no, no, I was so close… "Fie!" cries Luna's voice from Nightmare's mouth, "I have drawn thy blood!" Nightmare's horn flashes and the glamour drops, her coal-black coat fading to an all-too-familiar midnight blue as the illusion crumbles. "Hold a moment," Luna mumbles, "I shall heal thy wound." "No," I plead, "It's okay, Luna, please, you can…" but the moment is gone. A healing wave of feather-gentle warmth washes over me, a pitifully far cry from the cliff-dive my body was dying for. I lay there panting and it takes everything I can muster not to scream in frustration and disappointment and pent-up lust for what Luna can't do for me. "This… This game of playing-roles, this fell illusion, Twilight - they worry me." Luna sighs and lets her great shimmering eyes do the pleading for her. "I beg thee, let us forget this vile thing and revel in it no longer. Ask not the transformation of me again, but let us retire to thy bed, my love, and sleep, and speak no more of it." I sit up and kiss her too-gently on her nose. She smiles and I pull her in for a hug. "Of course, Luna. It's no problem," I lie, "I have everything I want right here in my hooves." Luna is everything I could want and nothing I need. What I needed, I destroyed, that night in the old Sisters' Castle in the Everfree. Luna uses the same transformation she'd used to such great effect that first Nightmare Night, but only because I beg her to, promising it'll work out, that I'm only asking her to add a little spice to our love life. It's not enough, not the same. It's never the same, never enough. Life with Luna is a dream. I wish it were a nightmare. I wish she were my Nightmare.