Chapter 1
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Flint was a short young man with light brown hair and big green eyes. He was semi-muscular, ate healthy, kept his grades up, and had some quality memories with his friends on the football field.
It was the Fourth of July and Flint had spent the whole night at a party with some friends. While he and the younger ones watched the streaks of light shoot into the sky the older kids, or simply the more daring, pulled out the booze. Flint refused to drink the alcohol himself, preferring to remain sober so he could remind all the others how stupid they were being at a later date. He also didn't want to get caught drunk by his parents when he got home. That was a can of worms he never wanted to see opened.
When the party was over Flint waddled back into his house quietly so he wouldn't wake his parents. They knew he had been out all night, but he still didn't feel right waking them up. He managed to make it to his room without a sound and promptly began with his nightly rituals. He brushed his teeth, took a shower, and threw on some blue button-up cotton pajamas. He lunged into bed and made himself comfortable under the delicate sheets, tucking himself in with precision and humming at how warm he felt.
As he tried to fall asleep, he couldn't help but think about a drunken story one of his friends had told around the campfire when things were winding down. It had been the tale of a dark goddess who oversaw everything that happened in the night. A spirit whose great power mere mortals could not even comprehend. He had laughed at the ridiculous fable then, but now it bothered him. Like, maybe somehow, it was all true.
Scoffing at the idea that such a being could actually exist, Flint decided to mock her to prove himself right. He offered a prayer that challenged her to demonstrate those vast powers she was said to possess. And to make his taunts even sweeter, Flint promised his soul to her if she did so. To become her slave forever. When the prayer was done Flint looked around the room expectantly before smiling in triumphant. Only then, after ridiculing the existence of a dark goddess, did he finally descend into a peaceful slumber.
The next thing Flint knew he was standing on the edge of a cliff.
The ground was dark blue, squishy like a mattress, and difficult to balance on. The land below the mesa was made of ebony and stretched for an eternity in all directions. Behind him was a second cliff face that went straight up into the sky and almost blended with the murky darkness of the night. On either side were two additional shorter cliffs forming a canyon to the large wall at the end.
The last thing Flint remembered was falling asleep, so this weird place must have been just a dream. After a moment of thought he pinched himself to check.
It hurt.
Flint's eyes widened. He was awake. But if he was awake, then where was he? Had he been kidnapped in his sleep? Before he could ponder on that possibility any longer, a series of repetitive rumbles shook the ground ever so slightly. Flint thought they were explosions until he took notice of the gargantuan creature in the distance. Then he realized the tremors were actually footsteps.
She was a horse, yet she stood upright like a human. She sported massive bubbly breasts that bounced in her midnight blue bra and wide round hips with a perky butt to boot. Her loins were covered in a dark blue thong that hugged her crotch so tightly that Flint could easily see the outline of her lower lips. She had a long spiraling horn sprouting from her forehead and a pair of feather coated wings hanging loosely from her back. Finally, the creature was coated in the blackest fur he had ever seen. Easily why she was able to blend in with the surrounding darkness until she was so close.
Not only was she so huge that she could have held Flint in her palm, but everything about her screamed power. She walked with a seductive sway, her hooves clicking loudly with each step. Her hair, and presumably her tail, were a mass of billowing energy with what appeared to be stars trapped inside. Her slitted turquoise eyes were locked on his tiny form and her evil smile revealed a set of unusually large canines.
She came to an abrupt halt before the soft platform where Flint stood and he had to crane his neck to maintain eye contact. Which was made even more awkward by the creature's sizable bust dominating most of the view. Flint felt strangely aroused by the behemoth and her choice of clothing only made it worse. The fact that he was just below her cavernous sex, even though it was covered, didn't make it any easier to concentrate on the fact that he was obviously in the presence of the goddess he had just insulted.
"W-who are you?" Flint asked weakly, his fear clear in his voice.
She continued to smile at him silently.
Flint thought that maybe she couldn't hear him. So he tried asking louder. "Where am I?!"
"On our throne," she said simply.
Flint blinked, but realization soon dawned on him. He was standing on the cushion of a massive chair. "N-no way!" he gasped as he spun around and looked at everything with a new perspective.
"We know~. It must be so intimidating to be somewhere thee doesn't believe exist," she taunted gleefully.
That's when it clicked for Flint who she was. "Y-you're... r-real?" he stuttered in disbelief.
Her smile seemed to grow. "We are Nightmare Moon, master of all things that occur under the night sky. And we have found favor in you, young Flint. Despite your attitude."
Flint cocked his head at that statement. He wasn't sure what she meant, but he didn't have time to work it out because Nightmare Moon had suddenly bent over him and rested a hand on either side of the cushion he was standing on. This huge addition of weight sent the pillow, and him, jutting upward. He lost his footing and fell back as the space above him was consumed by a gigantic wall of teeth that was Nightmare Moon's grin. Her eyes flared with mischief and her massive boobs hung over his quivering insignificant body.
"We found your offering to be most acceptable," she said gleefully.
He realized she was referring to his prayer. "I didn't mean tha--" Flint began, but was quickly cut off.
"To doubt your queen's existence is serious enough, but to retract such a generous offering?" she raised an eyebrow threateningly. "Is our favorite human suggesting he does not intend to give his goddess what was promised?" Her smile faded away dangerously.
Flint gulped. There was no way he was getting out of this. If he wanted to live at least. "Of course not!"
And just like that her smile was back. "Good!" Moon dropped into a stooping position to talk to Flint. "Now, in thy prayer there was a lack of specifics. Are we to assume that thou trust in our fair judgment for thine future?"
He struggled to understand her strange way of speaking, but he knew better than to deny her anything. "Yes, Nightmare Moon."
Her eyes narrowed. "Call me Master."
"Master," he repeated dutifully.
Her face brightened once again. "Good. We do hope our servant realizes that we have been quite neglected," she adopted a sad tone and her ears splayed back. "We have been alone and unnoticed for so long we have forgotten what it's like to have company..." she seemed to drift into thought before her eyes widened. An evil smirk crept across her muzzle as she began to stand up once more. "We have gone many centuries without certain... attention."
Flint stared straight up as her eyes continued to scream danger, but he found himself frozen to the spot, unable to stand up and run. Even if he could he had no idea where he'd go. He was in some kind of alien world sitting on a mesa-sized throne.
Her hands rubbed her exposed stomach for a moment as she tilted her head. "We have had these urges for so long." Her left hand ran over her hip and back to her butt where it began to slide up and down. Her right hand traced higher on her body to cup a breast as her hums of lust filled the room. "We hereby request pleasure from our eternal servant."
Flint choked on his own tongue and turned bright red. How was he supposed to satisfy a 60 meter (200 foot) god?
"We look forward to this so much human," she sighed and began tracing a finger around one of her horny nipples as it poked at her bra, desperate to break free.
"But I can't... you're so big," Flint stuttered.
She scowled. "Do not call us fat."
"Fat? I didn't mean--"
"SILENCE!" she barked in sudden anger.
Flint covered his ears as he cowered before the goddess of the night. He had angered Nightmare Moon and was terrified of what she would do now.
"Thou has soured our fine mood," she huffed. "Now we only wish to rest."
Flint sighed quietly in relief. Somehow, he'd escaped his ironically terrifying fate. Or so he thought.
"We wish to sit on our throne for a time now," Nightmare Moon grinned evilly down at him.
Flint stared up at her for a full second as realization dawned on him. "I-I didn't mean to take your throne... Master. Just let me get off and you can--"
She cut him off with a devilish giggle. "Nonsense! We are not a selfish goddess and would not mind sharing our throne for a few minutes," she informed him happily before turning around and bending over, covering Flint in the shadow of her plump rear.
The small human gawked in a mixture of horror and lust as the massive ass loomed over him. Her furry cheeks would have dwarfed any mansion and, strangely, he found he couldn't get up. Flint was magically glued to the cushion beneath him and he was forced to watch and wait as his doom lingered closer and closer at an agonizing pace. He knew there was no reasoning with Nightmare Moon. He had denied her pleasure and now she was going to kill him as punishment.
After what seemed like an eternity the fleshy orbs came down and Flint screamed. He was unceremoniously crushed as Nightmare Moon's impossible weight bore down on him.
The mare of darkness smiled and flattened her wings against the back of the throne. She cast her left leg over her right and pressed her rear down into the seat. She was enjoying the feeling of a little human being squished into her crack. Flint on the other hand was a bit confused. His "master" must have weighed several hundred tons compared to him. How was he still alive? More importantly, why wasn't he in excruciating agony? Sure it hurt, but it was more like the tingly prickles when a limb fell asleep.
Flint tried squirming out from under his fleshy prison, but there was so much pressure on top of him that his face was forced into the cotton fabric of Nightmare Moon's undergarments. He also couldn't inflate his lungs completely, which alone was enough to set off his panic button. He grunted as his adrenaline rushed and he found new strength. Moon cooed when she felt the human grow more energetic in his struggles, his violent thrashing only serving to make her even hotter. She obviously had been lying when she said she wasn't in the mood anymore.
"Someone's feisty," she taunted his hopeless battle against her ass.
Flint soon realized he was still sinking into Nightmare Moon's flank and that he couldn't hope to lift such a gargantuan creature. After several minutes of pointless thrashing, Flint was exhausted and gave up. Her fluffy backside seemed to grip his limp body and shift him around, feeling his tiny form as he tried to catch his breath in the tight space beneath the goddess's plot. There was a small part of his mind that was enjoying the strange treatment and the fact that he was still alive might have contributed. The heady perfume scent that bathed him might also have been a factor.
Nightmare Moon sensed that her favorite servant had quit trying to escape and decided that now was as good a time as any to get started. Flint felt Nightmare Moon grip him tightly with her ass cheeks before she stood. With the human half embedded in her tush, she teleported herself to the bedroom and quickly looked around, as if making sure they were alone. Finally, she removed him from her backside and deposited him gently on the soft bed. Then she stood in front of him with her legs spread wide and a delicious smirk across her muzzle.
Flint's head was darting in circles, rapidly taking in his surroundings as he tried to comprehend what had just happened to the throne room. The bed was midnight blue and dotted with white stars just like the cushion from before. The walls of the huge room were made of black granite and the space seemed to be devoid of any furniture other than the bed. How he had gotten here he could only explain as another demonstration of Nightmare Moon's power. It was also abundantly clear what she intended to do with him here.
"Please don't hurt me," Flint begged.
"Have thou not realized?" she asked in annoyance. "I am a goddess!"
Flint wasn't sure what to make of that response. "You'll kill me if you... do stuff... with me," he tried pointing out.
She scoffed. "Dost thou not realize thine body was not crushed by our royal derriere? We decide not just our appearance, but also our weight, using our divine magic," she explained with a role of her cat-like eyes.
Flint blinked with some understanding. In other words, she was saying that the laws of physics were at her command. "So, are you going to... not hurt me?" Flint asked quietly.
"If thou submit to our wishes, we shall prevent any harm to thine body," she hissed. "We recommend thou try to enjoy us. Now, young Flint, are thou ready for our lust?"
Flint wasn't sure, but it wasn't everyday a goddess asked you to make love to them after all. "I'm ready," he nodded hesitantly.
Nightmare Moon smiled seductively. "Then remove those commoner clothes so we can begin."
Flint shed his shirt and pajama pants, followed by his boxers. Meanwhile, Nightmare Moon unclasped her bra and cast it aside, but left her thong on for the moment. Flint didn't question it and opted for staring at her massive bust and her dark blue nipples, which were erect and ready for action. Nightmare Moon climbed into the bed and sent Flint tumbling as the mattress quaked. She lay her enormous head down on the pillows and spread her legs. Flint stared down the canyon formed by her curvaceous legs to her tight panties. He couldn't help but drool at the outline her love made through the material and the way she beckoned him forward with a finger. Only a touch of doubt remained as his desire for her sexy form overtook most of his fears. He approached her hypnotically.
When he was close enough she delicately picked him up and deposited him in her bountiful cleavage. Once Flint was safely secured in her crevice, she pressed her massive mounds together around him, smothering him in her wild black breast fur. Moon couldn't help but giggle at his tiny squirms. She squeezed her chest even harder and leaned back with a lustful moan. The little human's movements intensified and sent bolts of ecstasy through her. Nightmare Moon's hands dug into her marshmallow flab and Flint disappeared into the crack of her bosom, sinking down into its depths. He sighed as the fluffy boobs morphed around him and her coat snuggled him and his rising shaft.
Completely encased in fur, Flint was actually quite relaxed. Looking up, he could see one happy mare cooing in pleasure. He wiggled a bit to get more comfortable, but just like when he was under her plot, he was pinned in place. It was a good feeling this time though. Also, it might have been an unconscious thing, but Flint felt safe. There was no danger in all the world that could reach him here, not even Nightmare Moon herself. It was now that Flint determined he would enjoy every last second of his time with Nightmare Moon... even if it killed him. Or if this was just an incredibly vivid dream.
Moon's joy filled whimpers soon died down as a need to move on became apparent within her aching folds, but she thought she'd welcome Flint for a little longer first. Soon the human too wanted to move on and shyly asked her to advance their session. She smiled down at him in her chest and nodded. She spread her cleavage and picked him out with two fingers, his erection was on full display for her a second later. She giggled at it and commented, "someone is very feisty." Flint only blushed in response. Moon opened her palm and he sat on the flat surface as she raised him closer and closer to her gaping maw.
Nightmare Moon pushed Flint down with her muzzle before she pounced on her target, causing him to gasp. Moon's tire thick lips closed around his shaft and greedily began to suckle on it as a baby would a pacifier. Flint had never imagined such bliss in his young life, nor had he ever dared to imagine what a blow job from a towering equine goddess would feel like. Nightmare Moon's perfect lips massaged back and forth over his erection, her tongue teased his tip, her hot moist mouth felt like a sauna for his dick. Flint was putty in her hand as she held him to her nose and she so enjoyed the feeling.
His limp body was draped over her nostrils with his arms dangling over the sides, which gave Moon the reassurance that she had not lost her touch despite all those years alone. Nightmare Moon sighed, which was a deep throaty noise with her mouth full and the vibrations amplified Flint's treatment for a moment. She then proceeded to up the ante as her horn began to glow and the tingling feeling Flint felt in his manhood instantly doubled. He whimpered as his senses were completely overwhelmed by the pleasure in his rod, which radiated through his whole body and blocked out everything else. He couldn't help but come a second later.
Nightmare Moon effortlessly drank down his pitifully small release, but that was to be expected for his size. She still loved the incredible salty, almost alien, flavor as it tickled her tongue and slipped down into her waiting gullet. She kept sucking on him for a minute, but was disappointed when she realized she'd dried him out. Reluctantly, Moon pinched his waist and lifted him away from her smiling muzzle. Flint's head lolled about as he fell into her palm, clearly dead to the world. Moon giggled again and saw his shaft softening. She couldn't contain herself and just had to lick it while he came down from his orgasm.
Flint found coming back to the world extra difficult with a massive tongue lapping over his erection with a passion. He moaned in pleasure as he was continuously pampered by the meaty organ, but Nightmare Moon wouldn't let up. Her massive wet tongue lapped over his re-hardening member over-and-over, her need to love it and her little servant unrelenting. Her aim was not perfect however, and she was soaking Flint's entire midsection in the process. Being partially soaked always felt uncomfortable to Flint.
Eventually, Flint's arm subconsciously swatted at Nightmare Moon's unrelenting maw. As she drew back, a blush grew on her face from her obvious lack of self-control. Flint sat up and took several deep breaths to regain some form of thought after the fun they'd just had. She looked at him with passion, her eyes full of ideas brimming from an ancient imagination. Carefully, and without giving either of them time to say anything about what had just happened, she lowered her hand until Flint could gaze at her massive boobs again. Flint stared at her dark blue horny nipples and Nightmare Moon tittered. Her bubbly breasts bounced with her laughter and Flint shivered with desire. Being pressed by them was fine, but he so wanted to greet her enormous perky nipples.
She agreed.
Flint found his face smothered in Moon's dark tit as she smeared him over it. Her hand pressed him into the surface of her boob and massaged around him while she growled and moaned above. The man pressed his face into the subtle flesh and kissed it, letting his lips lock with her skin for a moment. The mare murmured in bliss and pressed him into her marshmallow breast all the harder, furry flab squeezing out between her fingers. Flint would have sucked on them, but her horny nipple was too big to fit in his mouth. Not letting that hold him down, he humped at the fatty mound blindly.
Eventually, Nightmare Moon pulled her hand away to analyzed the state of her toy. He was pretty exhausted and needed to rest or he could potentially expire. She grumbled as the human fell back in her hand. She had to decide whether to test his endurance or play with herself for a few minutes. Her tunnel was begging for attention and she wasn't sure she could wait for him to recover without losing her sanity. Funny how waiting a thousand years to take over Equestria felt like nothing compared to waiting five minutes for sex.
Flint found himself laying on the rumpled bed sheets as Nightmare Moon stood up. His body felt so beaten, but now he was really starting to get into this. He sat forward to see what his partner was doing and, when he realized, he grinned. Moon was presenting her ass to him as her thumbs hooked into the rim of her panties. Her neck was craned back and a delectable smirk spread across her entire face as she bent down, her tail lifting up into the air to give him a better view. And what a view it was. Her bubbly cheeks were almost 10 meters (30 feet) across and her tight underwear strained at the seams to contain all her furry greatness. Her moistening love was leaving a growing stain across the underside of the cloth and Flint couldn't help but gawk in lust at the marvel. For a goddess of the night, she sure knew a thing or two about beauty. Maybe she should have been the goddess of lust.
She continued her show, sticking out her tongue and tensing her backside for the next part. At a pace even a snail could have utterly destroyed, Nightmare Moon pulled her blue garment downwards. Flint was transfixed with how the fabric stretched and curved around her shapely form. The way her black fur would pop back up after it passed. The way the once sleek surface of her panties would wrinkle and twist as they slid away. But the most incredible part was how the cloth popped out of her crack as though they were eager to be removed.
Moon paused and readjusted her grip on them just to draw out the act even longer. Of course such a simple performance could only be made to take so long. Nightmare Moon tried wiggling her backside for her little toy while she pulled her underwear back up, teasing him with her glorious flank. Flint's shaft was throbbing and demanded he stuff it into something as Moon continued to jiggle her ass for him in some form of a crude dance.
Finally, after what felt like hours of waiting, Nightmare Moon dragged her panties down her long slender legs. Then she kicked them off across the room without a care as to where they'd end up. She spread her legs and let her juices drip down to the floor, slowly forming a puddle that radiated with her inner feminine aroma. Drool was gushing from Flint's mouth now and his member was hard as steel. He needed her at this point.
Turning on a dime, Nightmare Moon strode towards him again with bedroom eyes blazing. She was finally ready to finish.
Flipping herself on her back and throwing her legs apart, Moon snatched Flint up in her right hand with unparalleled speed and grace. It happened so fast that Flint suddenly found himself in the hand of the dark goddess before he could even blink. Gently, Nightmare Moon spun Flint around so that the back of his head rested on her wrist and his legs were aligned with her slender fingers. She then lowered her hand to her marehood, which was already gushing and hungry to be filled. Flint shivered at the sight and closed his eyes, ready for Nightmare Moon to use him as her personal fuck toy.
Moon slowly raised her open palm to her vagina lips and pressed it there for a moment. She rolled her head and sighed. She slid her palm up and down, alternating the pressure with every pass as she rubbed herself with her human plaything. His body wasn't quite entering her, but the rough texture he created by being there was so stimulating. She moaned and arched her back with every twitch of movement against her slit. As for Flint, there wasn't a single worry in his mind as he was smeared over Moon's intimates.
Growling slightly, Nightmare Moon raised her middle finger and pushed Flint's legs up inside of her. Sensing that she wanted him to be stiff for this part, Flint kept his legs straight as he was forced into the mare's tunnel. Her tender finger pulled out and re-positioned itself below the back of his knees and pushed him in further. There was a squelching noise as feminine cream continuously poured from Moon's winking sex and Flint was left hanging upside down from his waist. He could feel her fleshy walls clenching on his legs and soon her massive digit was pressing on his head, sliding him in completely.
A gasp resonated from a very happy giant equine and her little slave found himself in a slimy vibrating cave. It was a little claustrophobic, but he couldn't afford to think about that because he had a goddess to please! Sure enough, he heard her commands above to squirm and he did just that with his stiff dick, thrusting against the walls with as much passion and strength as he could muster. He flailed his arms about, wildly trying to find places he could grip to give himself more leverage to increase the pleasure even as the passage flooded.
Nightmare Moon wiggled and rubbed her lips lovingly as her servant moved inside. She didn't care what he was doing so long as he kept doing it. Oh she had been without a partner for far too long. She would never make that mistake again. Every cell of her heavenly form was pulsing with energy and her all-knowing mind was overwhelmed with the sensations seeping up from her loins. With a treatment like this, even the great Nightmare Moon couldn't hold out for long.
Flint shot his load into the cavern just as the walls collapsed on top of him and threatened to smash him into paste. He didn't care though. His body was spent and he had no energy remaining to fight after so much sex had run its course on his mortal frame. He lay there helplessly as the passage was overrun with a thick liquid that penetrated his lungs and everything went black...
Flint awoke to a bright sunny day. He sat up and stretched, letting his sheets fall from his body. Immediately his hands dove to his chest and his legs... he was wearing his pajamas again. More importantly, he was back in his boring bedroom. Narrowing his eyes, he cast the sheets aside and put his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up cautiously.
Nothing happened.
He raised a hand and scratched the back of his head while he looked around. Everything seemed in order. He opened the window and let the crisp morning air flood the room as well as the powerful morning rays. He shielded his eyes for a few seconds until they adjusted. It appeared that he was back on Earth as though nothing had happened. Mumbling to himself while he retreated into his room, he wondered if it had really all just been a dream. He did a second take of his body and found everything still in order. He was still himself.
"Wait, what's this?" he asked as he suddenly spied a silver chain dangling around his neck. Hanging from the mysterious jewelry was a silver crescent moon that shone with an unusual light. Blinking, he lifted the thin metal to his face to inspect it. Then he choked.
We'll have to do it again sometime.
~Nightmare Moon
With a shaky hand, he lowered the necklace back to its rightful place and stared at the floor as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. He really had made love to a goddess, made her climax, and, most importantly, devoted his life to serving her. Him and Nightmare Moon were probably going to get to know each other very well in the future...
The End