Date
by Macho Madness
With a sharp scratch, the needle fell and gained traction on the record. The gentle and quiet notes of a piano filtered out of the gramophone horn.
“I hope you like, it Luna,” Twilight said, a blush overtaking her.
“I’m sure I will, dear Twilight. You are precise and talented. A perfect mix of traits for a pianist. Now come,” Luna said as she patted a spot in the large mattress next to her. “Join me and let us indulge in each other's company.
Twilight blushed at the implications. She gingerly stepped over the ring of candles and made her way across the mattress. It took her no time to find a comfortable spot next to the larger mare.
Luna draped a wing over Twilight’s back and used it to pull her closer. “I said we should indulge, Twilight.” Her eyes suggested it was more than simple indulgence she wanted.
Twilight desperately wanted to reciprocate, but the situation kept her from doing so.
The reason Luna was here, in her home, returned unbidden.
”I do believe I have a plan for that brat of a princess, Twilight,” The Nightmare said.
Twilight nodded and continued to work on the glyphs in front of her.
“If I wish to retake the body that is rightfully mine, we need her distracted and relaxed. Two things she rarely ever achieved. Naturally wary and high strung, she makes a difficult foe to trick.”
“Of course mistress.” Twilight said absentmindedly as the voice continued.
“But she is also indulgent, when given the chance. You shall giver her that chance. Invite her to your home for a week of rest and relaxation. She is most likely quite harried by the constant hunt for corruption Celestia has her on, no?” The Nightmare said.
“She has insinuated as such pretty often in our letters, Mistress,” Twilight said. “But how would we distract her?”
“She has a proclivity for younger mares.” The Nightmare said, it’s voice dripping with innuendo.
“H-how young are we talking?” Twilight said.
“You are at the perfect age, Twilight. 16. Barely at the cusp of adulthood. Awkward but confident. Talented and intelligent.” The Nightmare’s laugh echoed through Twilight’s head sending an icy chill through her body.
“Why, I would not be surprised if that fool mare wanted to rut you already!”
A nip at her ear jolted Twilight back into reality. She shrunk into the mattress with Luna looming over her. The alicorn’s steamy breath washing over her face.
“What has you so preoccupied Twilight Sparkle? Am I not attentive enough?”
Twilight looked away, her face on fire. “That’s not it, Luna.” She searched for excuses.
“Overwhelmed then?” Luna asked. “I have that effect on girls,” She whispered into Twilight’s ear.
Twilight’s entire body shivered with the implications. She could smell her own arousal on the air. The look of supreme confidence on Luna’s face said she could as well. A hoof gently guided her chin towards Luna and the Alicorn pressed her lips to Twilight’s.
She could feel Luna’s tongue try to force it’s way into her own mouth. She acquiesced and opened up.
And all hell broke loose.
A spark from Twilight’s horn ignited the mattress they were on in a blue flame. In a blink of an eye, the whole thing was consumed as fuel for the glyph below it. She felt the spell lock her entire body in place. The wide eyed look of a rabbit trapped by a hound suggested that it had trapped Luna as well.
A muffled cry was quickly silenced as a deluge of black tar spilled from Twilight’s throat. small globules leaked from their locked mouths dripping off their chins only to be suspended in the air by the glyph’s power.
Tears welled up in Twilight’s eyes as her chest burned from lack of air. She thrashed against the spell as best as she could, her instincts taking over.
A flash of light, and the spell finally lost power. Twilight scrambled backwards, hacking up black tar tinged with dark red.
A soul rattling laugh echoed through the room. Twilight looked up to find Luna looming over her again, standing at full height.
But her turquoise eyes were gone. Only the black on blue of her mistress remained.