Black Desires Resurgent
The blue and silver moonlight shone brightly through the ceiling of glass revealing the million fainter lights in the nocturnal heavens. It fell on the eyes of Princess Luna, who sat upon her royal throne carved from black marble. A familiar but peculiar feeling crossed the notice of the princess of the night, and she glanced casually downward. The magnificent chair’s seat, cushioned by a scarlet feather pillow, was more than damp with her ambrosial juices leaking from below her. A thin smile crossed her face as she realized just how amused she was by the sight near her.
She returned her gaze to the left of her glorified chair; her eyes immediately focused on the luscious scene. A stallion, one of her vampiric guards was bent over, facing opposite her with his chin anchored to the floor. His rear legs were spread as wide as they would go, held with black, magical bindings of pure shadow. Such bonds also braced his hunches ramrod straight, holding his rump high in the air for her viewing pleasure. He’s a fine subject, she mused. So muscular and strong even without all that armor. It’s a shame he has to be such a foal about this.
A dark purple shade of her magic covered his long, unsheathed length. The aura massaged the exposed organ, pulsating and stroking it slowly and rhythmically. Sweat covered the guard’s body, and she knew that tears were freely running down his face. An odd combination of pants, groans and sobs continually burst from his lips. “Please, princess,” he begged, the desperation and anguish in his voice extremely evident. “I can’t take any more of this. It’s been hours!”
Luna didn’t respond but continued to stare with a collected but amused composure. Well, that’s not entirely true, she thought. You’ve only been on the edge for one hour. Luna’s horn channeled a stronger burst of energy into the spell and the river of magic rippling over the teased stallion’s shaft grew fiercer.
He let out a gasp and a stronger shuddering claimed his already violently shivering body. His legs made futile attempts to bend and thrust into the tantalizing sleeve. “Good Luna, I’m so close!” he shouted. His forelegs, once flat against the floor, flailed upward, but reached no closer to his erection even with his fever to relieve himself.
His miserable state fueled Luna’s desire, and her cushion was graced with more of her divine nectar. With each frenzied and mighty jerk at the cords, she felt a tiny, miniscule change in the not at all delicate balance of her spell. Fight all you want, she affirmed. I can do this all night. That he was utterly helpless before her, completely defenseless against her overwhelming power was the greatest bliss for her.
An escalation in the guard’s panting interrupted her musing. It matched a pattern that she had heard at least six times this night, and she smiled, knowing what it meant. Another remote prodding from her horn ramped up the waves of warm, smooth magic flowing over his stallionhood so that she could see the waves. He groaned again and his panting changed into a nearly continuous stream of pained grunts. The crests, once flowing only from the base to the tip, now swirled around like a whirlpool, producing a fresh stream of gasps.
Luna continued her merciless fondling, quickly inventing new ways to bring this to a climax, and he reacted progressively more needful with each method. Soon enough her masterful service appeared all too much for him. The alicorn heard his labored pants finally become hyperventilation. His legs ceased their valiant efforts to bend and went stiff, signaling his acceptance of the coming point of no return. Then when it appeared he would gain the reward she had worked him towards for so long, the magic around his member suddenly dissipated and left it hanging.
“NO!” the pony immediately screamed. “No, princess, please finish me!”
Her voice came lower and sultrier than she remembered. “The night is still young, guard. Why the rush?”
He groaned in frustration again and frantically redoubled his efforts to reach his throbbing muscle before he totally lost yet another orgasm. Her hoof suddenly moved to touch her nethers, but she restrained herself, settling on enjoying the view just a little more. Yet the sight of him immediately post-denial was almost too much to take. I’m not going to deny myself now, am I? she asked. She sat leaking more onto her throne while the guard’s moans echoed through the room.
“Who am I, lunar guard?” she asked calmly.
“Princess Luna … your highness,” he answered with a pause of difficulty.
“And what am I princess of?”
“Please princess,” he begged again. “I need to release.”
She repressed a laugh. Your lack of vulgarity doesn’t bring my favor so easily.
“Answer,” she commanded, her voice maintaining her collectedness.
“The night.”
She smiled wider. “It’s night now though. Would that mean I’m the most powerful princess in the world now?”
“Yes,” he eeked, failing once more to reach out and touch himself.
“Then is it any shame that you should be a lowly slave to me if I am supreme?”
“It’s the highest honor, princess.”
“Do you love being my slave then?”
“Yes,” he said, writhing as much as his restraints would allow.
“Tell me you do.”
He sniffed. “I love being your slave, Princess Luna.”
His words caused her lower region to twitch in delight. The mare moved her forelegs and placed them on the arms of the chair to support herself. Then, lifting her rear legs and pushing them forward, she balanced and then eased herself so that she was resting on her lower back with her vulva well exposed to the front of the room. “Do you want anything more than to serve me?”
“No, your majesty.”
She resisted another urge to pleasure herself. “Is that the truth, guard? You sound like you want to cum now more than anything.” The stallion groaned louder yet and didn’t answer. “I’ll take that as a yes.” The wetness creeping under her caused her to pause momentarily. “If your own comfort is your personal goal, then maybe I’m wasting my time with you.”
“Please princess, I live to serve you.”
“Then show me,” she said slowly. The shadows around the stallion slowly dissipated with a touch of her aura. He remained faithful and turned around without losing control. Luna looked into his red, tear-stricken eyes. “and I will repay your suffering for me in pleasure … ten times over.” She waved her shod hoof over her spread rose petals and beckoned him.
He rose up shakily and obediently came without further protest. Positioning himself in front of her with his rear raised up like before, he brought his lips to her thigh. The effect was immediate. The faint feeling of his cool saliva combined with his warm lips caused a jolt to shoot up her leg. She gasped barely audibly. The stallion worked up to her pulsating flower, leaving a trail of kisses on her inner thighs. Her intakes of breath grew sharper and more shrill with every progressive centimeter closer to her center of desire.
“Not bad, slave,” she understated. “This isn’t the first time you’ve given cunnilingus is it?”
“No, your highness. I have a wife.” Her legs nearly buckled and forced his head into her. This is too much, she thought delightedly.
Just then there was a noise that disrupted her stupor. There were hoofsteps approaching. They came swiftly at first and then halted abruptly. She looked up to see the doors of the throne room open and another guard enter. Two more closed the doors behind him, and he stood waiting.
Suddenly, a very uncomfortable thought crossed Luna’s mind. Have I been here before? she asked herself. For some reason, this very sequence of events seemed too familiar. This guard— he’s certainly not here to enjoy the view, and the Night Court doesn’t convene for another few hours. No, he’s here with some dispatch. Yet even though she couldn’t guess what the news was, she had an aching feeling that she already knew what he had to say.
“Approach me,” she reluctantly called to the new entry. He did with his stomach dragging across the floor in respect. The other stallion’s tongue had started to probe and circumvent her labia now, and as the messenger drew near, she did her best to focus on the heavenly tongue bath.
“Princess,” the herald said when he finally reached her. “Urgent news from the front: Stalliongrad has fallen to our forces.”
An image of a massive city burning in the night flashed across her eyes. The realization of what was happening struck her now. I remember this,she affirmed. In a moment, a devastating sense of guilt overtook her. “How many casualties were there?” she asked him.
His words came without feeling or emotion. “Nine hundred on our side are dead and wounded, but we’ve put the city’s war-aged population of six thousand stallions to the spear as you commanded. Two thirds of the remaining female populace of twenty thousand are to be sold into slavery.”
A wave of nausea hit her as the news came. So many souls perished, and so many more with lives destroyed. It was staggering. How could I have done this? Her stomach churned. What had she become? What drove her to do this? These questions swirled in her head without answers. Her selfishness had brought the horrors of a war upon the world. For what even? When the world was conquered and night ruled, then what? Would the people love the demon that had killed so many for no good reason? … And Celestia, what about her? Did she deserve this?
The naked stallion’s wet tongue penetrated her. It snaked its way in and out, and she cried out softly. It rubbed wonderfully against her walls and swirled around to lap at every surface. Then she remembered. Just as suddenly as her guilt had come, it faded away. Drawing in a deep breath, she asked satisfied, “I guess I’m not living in your shadow anymore, sister, am I? My forces dominate yours, and my own power aches to seize the Everfree Palace.”
As she began to heat up, slowly creeping towards her climax, still a mile away, she envisioned the chaos that had befallen the city in another light. The hundreds of defenseless ponies outnumbered, corralled and trapped before her soldiers; a mare begging a threstral not to ravage her in her husband-less home as he approached with lustful eyes; the prisoners of war being released to chant her name with renewed vigor so that it echoed in the streets; the fires burning away precious valuables and hard earned houses while the families desolately watched.
All the agony that she had suffered under the monarchy of Celestia was now being repaid, and the sweetness of their agony, the bliss of her control over it, and the splendor that her domination would entail drove her to new heights of euphoria as the stallion pleasured her. All of them would eventually become just as obedient as this guard, eating her out even as the pain of betraying his lover punished his mind and the agony of his denied member punished his body.
As his tongue continued its work, she imagined seeing Stalliongrad fall, and this only added more fuel to the flames of her desire. The raging blaze of delight from the guard started to cover her body just as she imagined Stalliongrad being engulfed. She saw the fire spread through the city, devouring everything in its path. The inferno lit up the sky with its rage, and it barreled towards her, wet but scorching. It covered her body with its intensity, burning but not consuming, sweltering but not causing pain. It started in her loins and concentrated there, building up and mounting, threatening to overtake her. The tongue brushed over her clit, and she arched her back, opening her eyes.
The setting sun shined brightly in her eyes through her bedroom window. She shielded herself with a hoof and looked down to find herself in her bed. An almost panicked flash of her horn shut the blinds, allowing her at least to see more clearly. She sighed in relief when a glance around showed that she was in her bedroom, with the enchanted stars on her ceiling beginning to shimmer with the coming night.
Just then the door on her right burst open, and one of her guards rushed in. “Your Majesty, I heard you moaning from outside. Are you al … oh,” the stallion trailed off and looked at his hooves shuffling on the carpet.
Luna was confused for a moment, wondering what was the cause of his reaction. But then as she was finally exiting her drowsy but frightened state, she became aware that her back was aching. Actually, it wasn’t her back. It was her wings. She tried to move them, but they wouldn’t respond. She looked back behind them and saw they were completely erect.
At the same time, she also realized that she was colder than she should have been in her normally warm bed. Yet it didn’t take her long to figure out that her bed was soaked. She moved a hoof under the covers and brushed along the top and bottom of her sheets. They were especially wet around her inner thighs and posterior. Yes, the bed was wet with her own sex juices. She groaned in aggravation.
The guard had looked back up. “Should I just leave, princess?” he asked, already halfway turned to exit.
“No, wait,” said Luna quickly. Now completely awake, Luna felt her loins burning with desire from the dream moments ago. The nightmare had brought her to the edge, but the setting sun had woke her just before she could have her satisfaction. I don’t know if I want to start the night like this, she thought. Maybe I can make use of him.
She looked at the guard. He was tall and muscular even for his breed. His clean and well-kept appearance contrasted well with his burly stature, and she felt her heartbeat quicken slightly at the sight of him. She caught herself there. No, she thought, pushing the images flashing into her head aside. He is not a sex toy. He is a living pony. She said this to herself a few times until she had her mind under control again. Sex was a private and intimate experience, and if she wasn’t going to do it with a lover, it would be calmly inside the wing meant for that, not in her private bedchambers.
“On second thought, yes, royal guard,” she said taking another deep breath. “Thank you for doing thy duty, but We are fine.”
“Yes, your Highness,” he said quietly, and he walked out.
As he did so, Luna noticed that his wings were fully extended now as well. “Oh moon, it’s that time of the year again,” she lamented.
With that, she threw the covers off of herself and gracefully leapt out of her bed. Out of habit, she turned to her left to enter her bathroom, but she stopped before opening the door. “Wait, should I even take a shower now?” she asked.
She knew that was a dangerous road to go down in her present state. She imagined a shower would feel good about now, too good in fact. The last thing she needed was to have that warm water washing over her hypersensitive wings. She knew well from experience that rubbing and caressing them with the slippery, soap would only drive her to more needy lengths as the scent of peppermint wafted gently through the air.
She wouldn’t be able to bear the arousing, fluid-like feel of her magic washing her shaking body as the cool aura and the warm water intermixed indescribably, giving her goose bumps that disappeared just as suddenly as they came. She stood on her rear hooves as her back leaned on the shower wall with her flared wings pressed with a naughtily pleasing discomfort out to the sides. The powerful stream from the showerhead tantalized her ultra-soft underside, drumming down on her stomach and dripping in a current to her begging lower region. With the pressure driving forth her desire, a stray hoof would trail down to her nethers—
Stop! Luna caught herself as her hoof had actually started massaging her thigh somewhere in the course of her daydream. Quickly, she bent around. Her horn charged a bolt of magic and fired a spell at her rear. In the blink of an eye, she was clean of any byproducts of her mishap moments ago. She would still need to bathe before attending court, but that could wait.
She stepped through the threshold of her room, having to blink away the annoyingly bright light in the staircase leading to the smaller dining room. She had always remembered it was pleasantly dim from the few torches below burning with vivid lavender flames, but then she was persuaded to light it up to make it more inviting for visitors making the eerie trip to her cloistered throne room. Now the torches blazed with a vibrant emerald.
Exiting the lunar wing from her tower entrance, she made her way briskly down a hallway with many windows that overlooked the Canterlot below, offering a stunning view of the city with the lurid color of day’s end painting all the streets and buildings. She passed by a few guards and servants, each of which respectively greeted her with a stone face or scurried by, trying and failing miserably to go unnoticed by the authoritative night regent. The last left door at the end of the hall opened to a dining room, not the massive and gilded royal dining room for display and guests but a small one for two, where she spent her mornings more peacefully.
At the opposite end of the table in the center of the cozy room sat a lofty white alicorn, partaking in a meal of Prench toast and eggs laid out for her. The size of the beautiful creature with respect to the tiny room might have first seemed imposing, particularly with the image of the almighty sun creeping around her flank. Yet instead of the sun’s searing heat blazing terribly upon those who entered, the expression upon princess Celestia’s face was calm and motherly. There was a visage of lasting peace that rested in her contented countenance, and as Luna approached to sit down, she smiled warmly and greeted her. “Good evening, Lulu.” Her voice came as gently as a summer’s breeze.
Luna took a seat, saying less melodiously, “Good evening, Tia.” On her own side of the table there was an empty bowl and a box of her favorite sugary cereal, Derpy-O’s. She opened the box and filled the bowl to the brim.
“How did you sleep?” the sun princess asked.
Luna was about to answer while pouring a glass bottle of milk into her cereal, but then she noticed a curious note in her sister’s voice. There was a touch of sunny amusement in it that she was becoming re-accustomed to. The blue alicorn raised her head and saw the day’s mistress was covering her mouth with the tip of her hoof, suppressing a light giggle. Luna raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what was funny, and then she deadpanned. Her wings were still very stiff, and somehow she had forgotten. “Well, until moments ago,” she answered in bothersome annoyance.
The elder alicorn immediately saw that Luna had realized and did her very best to compose herself, which she swiftly succeeded in. Though she apparently decided it would lighten the stormy Luna’s spirits if she tested the waters. “So what was he like?” she asked as kindly as she could.
“Wrrt?” Luna asked in surprise, midway into a bite of cereal.
Celestia chuckled sweetly. “The one in your dream, Luna; I wasn’t born yesterday, and I know your wings aren’t extended like that for nothing.”
Luna felt her face heat up, and she glared in embarrassment. Her vibrant sister always had a playful side that she had to put up with. Swallowing, she replied stately, “It was not that kind of dream, sister.” She meant it wasn’t a romantic one, the kind that the familiar princess was thinking of.
“Come on, Lulu. You can tell me.”
“I—” she started, about to deny more, but then she thought about the real substance of the dream. How true is that Tia? she asked silently. The Nightmare Moon incident had been over for a year now, and afterwards they had a good, long and extremely emotional talk. It had been good to cry softly and then unrestrainedly into Celestia’s warm chest while the taller alicorn nuzzled her, shedding soft tears herself, but that moment for reconciliation had passed and was long gone. Bringing up those dark memories would only resurface pain, so she did her best not to recall them.
She wasn’t sure if bringing up that sort of dream, with those awful desires and memories was something that she could do. “I’m sorry, Tia, I just don’t want to talk about it,” she said quietly.
Celestia said nothing for a moment, clearly respecting her sister’s forbearance. Yet she did say, “All right. Well, in any case, it looks like that special time of the year came early for both of us.”
“Wait. You mean that you’re…”
The white princess nodded and smiled slyly.
“Then how are your…”
“They go down with a cold shower,” the white pony said simply. Then with that playfully accusing tone that she used, she continued, “Speaking of which, I think it’s about time you tried one of those. The water expenses on the castle have been far up these last few months.”
The blue pony stuck up her chin and sniffed. “Well, ‘tis not Our fault they can make bathing feel so good so effortlessly now. In the old days we had to do it by magic. You had to constantly monitor the temperature.”
“Luna, your magic is so strong, you can do that without even thinking about it.”
“Hmph, perhaps so, but it is still less labor.” Then to change the subject and cover her flank, she asked, “How was your day?”
Celestia placed down the fork that held a bite of Prench toast and sighed. “It was … unpleasant, Luna.”
“Hm? How so?”
Celestia seemed reluctant to answer but did so anyway. “I had to oversee public punishments today. You know how I detest that.”
A series of images flashed through her mind: a mare tied to a bench before a crowd, her bottom sticking out, awaiting the paddle that would soon warm it; the faces of the crowd, some eager because of the bloodthirsty tendencies of sinful nature, others averting their eyes, unable to watch the scene about to unfold; another stallion retrained with cords twice as thick, the look of soullessness as his mind accepted the reality of his predicament.
Celestia’s voice snapped her out of it. “We’ve been getting less and less of these as the years go by, but there’s always still that group of troublemakers who won’t give me a choice when I want to show them mercy.”
“’Tis an unfortunate fact of this world, Tia. There will always be that rebellious generation that needs a fair dose of discipline.”
The sun princess looked sad at this. Her voice came again, wishful but compassionate. “But I just wish it didn’t have to be that kind of discipline, Luna. It’s never just the pain. They have to live with that reputation for years. Employers are required to ask about a criminal history now.”
The blue alicorn furrowed her brow. “Sister, I know full well the consequences of misbehaving in our kingdom, but I was under the impression that you had accepted this long ago. What happened to that talk we had?”
“Times are changing. Things aren’t nearly as bad as they were after we overthrew Discord, but it’s like society is growing colder again.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Luna asked sincerely. “The Elements of Harmony have returned after all these years, and Discord himself has been reformed. How could things become any warmer?”
“On the outside it seems that way, Luna, but from the inside it doesn’t look so good. People are less loyal now; they don’t know what it means to stand up for each other. The rich don’t play or deal with the poor like they used to, and the nobles won’t share a drink with non-royalty. They’ve become stingy; they seek their own happiness three times before others once. They lie, cheat and steal if it means they can get away with it. They don’t help those in trouble if it means going out of their way. And worst of all, they don’t work together like they used to. Everypony thinks they can get through life on their own without any help.”
Luna listened to Celestia’s lament and understood, but she still asked, “But why bring this up now? What does this have to do with a few teenagers who can’t respect the law?”
“The public spankings in Canterlot have been around for over a thousand years.”
“And rightly they should be,” Luna interjected.
Celestia continued. “But in all my time, every time this happens, every pony who is punished is afterwards always comforted by friends or family or even total strangers who just care for them. But today there was a colt that was punished. He couldn’t have been any more than eighteen. The others before him all yelled or at least cried out when the paddle landed.”
She had to take a moment before going on. “But he didn’t make a sound through the entire ordeal, and when they let him go, he just lay on the platform like he was dead. No one came to comfort him.”
Celestia’s words were filled with grief, but while she spoke, Luna’s mind was elsewhere, and she saw the scene from another viewpoint. She imagined the stallion being stung by the torture again and again, taking it quietly without a word, totally resigned to his situation. The thought of his utter humiliation made her lower folds jolt suddenly, and that heat from earlier returned. She imagined his agony as those thoughts of rejection by society engulfed his mind, so he could only submit powerlessly to it. She even imagined herself as the one swinging the device of his degradation and her breathing quickened. He was offered to her like a sacrifice to her right to dominate. An unnoticed hoof again slipped behind the tablecloth and out of sight.
“So I had to go to him myself,” Celestia said.
Once more, Luna plummeted back into reality, taken aback. It was not lawful for a princess to give condolence to an offender. “Sister, you know that isn’t allowed.”
A tiny little tear traced down the elder princess’ face. “I know, Luna. It was against the law, but I just know it wasn’t right to leave him there like that. As princesses, we don’t punish people only to serve justice. It may have been like that in the wake of Discord’s tyranny when people were hopelessly evil, but this was practically a colt we’re talking about. A pony like that doesn’t deserve to be mortified that way and then bear that on their shoulders alone. He has to know that there are people in this world who love him, or he’s going to grow up just as hateful and mistrustful as the ones who had to survive the former reign.”
Luna had left her hoof on her thigh, and then a touch of shame hit her as the weight of Celestia’s compassion became clear. Was she really about to masturbate over a pony’s life being destroyed? She wasn’t like that anymore, but the thoughts still came to her so surreptitiously. Her spirit told her that it was wrong, but habit and her body told her that it was still a part of her, and she knew why too. It was because she didn’t feel loved once, and she loved company in her misery. But that time was over now. She was redeemed, and all of Equestria knew it. There was still some uneasiness whenever she was around her, but she could always feel a tremendous love coming from her sister for her.
A familiar twinge in her soul interrupted her convicted musing. She looked up and saw that Celestia had felt it too unsurprisingly. The sun princess suddenly regained her composure and her voice came again in her pleasant voice. “I think it’s time for you to raise the moon, and I need to be getting to bed.”
Luna managed to reply, “I think so too.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, Lulu,” the day princess said, rising.
“Until tomorrow Tia,” Luna said quietly.
The serene ruler made her way around the table and stopped to kiss Luna on the cheek as she passed by. There was the soft sound of magic opening the door behind her, and Luna was left to herself again.
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Luna sat up on the balcony of the Tower of the Moon, the highest and most secluded point in all of Equestria. It was twilight, just after dusk and all the world was covered in darkness, with just a few of the sun’s last rays peeking over the western horizon. The face of the princess of the night was stoically calm, pensive as her mind meditated in preparation to perform this most sacred task.
To carry it out was as much a mystical pleasure as it was a crucial duty, but even for the princess of the night itself, it was never a simple charge. Her body lay motionless on the bounded earth, but her spirit floated freely through the infinite blackness of space. It gazed without eyes upon the great mass of the moon, seeking to take hold of it somehow. Each time her magic touched this affine body, when the sun set and shrouded her light away, there was always the sense of comforting familiarity, but there were also the darker remnants of a history long gone, preserved in the legacy of the sky’s lesser light.
As the sun finally hid her glory in its totality, the dark lady grasped the world’s last source of light in this black hour, and took hold of the rope of formless energy that connected them. Yet something seemed very unusual about this particular time; the feeling was both familiar and unfamiliar. A disturbance in the chain evinced itself. It was a power that seemed foreign, though also like it was a part of her.
Ignoring this and accepting the mystery without question, she pulled the light-giving body towards the eastern horizon where the world ended. Still, as she firmly and steadily forced the moon into the sky, the feeling of mystery and even foreboding grew. She could not let her will falter, however, and she evaded the implications, resolving to focus on her objective just as unafraid as she had been countless times before.
Only, despite her well-practiced concentration, for some reason, dark thoughts invaded her mind, creeping in at first and then proliferating. They were thoughts of sex and moaning, begging ponies groveling at her hooves. She ignored them patiently as well, trusting that they would dissipate like all the other distractions and worries that sought to thwart this accomplishment. But instead of fading away like normal thoughts, they became more vivid until she nearly saw them with her closed eyes. She halted her progress at this and focused her attention on a white cross that she conjured in her imagination, a useful technique that she had picked up from studying more esoteric magic.
Don’t you dare block me out like that.
The voice came so suddenly that Luna almost lost control and let the moon drop back into the abyss. She knew that voice. It was one that had penetrated her thoughts and burned itself into the most secluded confines of her soul. A sudden urge to run from this high place and shelter herself in the deepest dungeon of the castle rushed through her, but she suppressed it quickly. Calmly she consolidated and replied. It is my mind alone. You have no power here.
She felt a chilling, purple aura intermingle with her blue one. It grasped the chain with a strength equal to if not greater than hers. These thoughts you’re having tell me something else. We wouldn’t be having this conversation otherwise, the voice returned.
“The Elements destroyed you,” she shot back aloud.
Don’t get so full of yourself. I’m not at all like you. You knew that I would come back.
“You are still powerless on this plane!” she shouted with some force, but instead of a verbal response, she received something else entirely. The purple aura moved up the chain and touched her spirit, causing more sadistic and sultry phantasms to assault her mind. She fought back, concentrating as hard as she could on the white cross and pushing with all her mental force back at the energy.
In response, this power surged forth with a level of understanding of magic beyond mastery. The frigid, constricting essence seeped through the unsealed cracks in her mental barrier and continued to wrap around her, calling forth more lewd visions. Give up, the voice commanded. You’re fighting yourself, not me.
“I am not like that anymore,” Luna said forcefully even as she was being overwhelmed. It was too difficult to hold up the heavy moon and fight at the same time. She redoubled her efforts in defiance, striking out at the aura, but the assaults came from everywhere, and she couldn’t stop all of them at once.
She gasped as she now physically felt the cold creeping up from her hooves and travelling upward. It seeped skyward against gravity, making her legs tremble. She shook with the physical feeling as it willingly travelled up her thighs towards its target, even as the otherworldly presence pressed in on her mind with dominating strength. Don’t worry, Luna. the voice came. It’s going to be a lovely night.
Just as she heard this, the frost shot up and assaulted her nethers. The freezing ice caused her to jump and shriek in surprise. Try as she might to stop it, she immediately lost her grip on the moon and felt that of the dark presence replace it. The weight around her suddenly became tons upon tons and it threatened to crush her spirit completely. Her ears picked up the sound of false screams and unreal moans with resounding volume. The aura and the cold overtook her entire body until it burned awfully, and she screamed in pain and horror.
Then all was quiet and Luna was gone. In her place stood a dark and black creature of terrible and towering height. Her lithe, flexible body and lanky limbs moved forward fluidly with grace when the creature willed them, and her sumptuous, firm flank bore the illustrious mark of the night. The stars shone brightly in her flowing ethereal mane and tail of brilliant Persian blue, filled with the obscuring dust of the void. Broad, mighty wings and a horn of striking length struck out from her large and daunting body. Closed eyelids were painted a matching, deep, enticing purple complemented by her long, feminine lashes. They opened, and her eyes glowed with an artic blue, enhanced by the black slits that formed her pupils. A face carved out of the most adamantine steel and covered with black diamond and soot bore a countenance of limitless knowledge and a visage heralding the most unchallenged authority.
Nightmare Moon had made her awesome reentry into the plane of mortals, and her mind brimmed full of lust and dark desire.