> Nightmare Moon is a Super Lady
>  by ShamefulHorsefucker
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> Green and Envy
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	"We do not like removing Our helmet, Anonymous. We feel particularly... vulnerable. Naked."

You raise an eyebrow, partly in questioning, but also partly in amusement. "Aren't ponies always naked?" You quip. "Besides, who do you think you're making yourself vulnerable to? We've wiped out nearly ALL of your enemies."

You are Anonymous, enigma of Equestria, trapped in a colourful world that you never thought possible. Through some mishap involving trying to dig out something hidden deep within the trunk of your car, you accidentally tumbled in, and found yourself in this strange, magical world filled with previously fictional, talking cartoon horses that you shamefully masturbated to.

And what was the first thing you did upon finding yourself in this wonderful land? Align yourself with the bad guy, of course. Not that you saw her that way. Call it sympathy for the devil, or something like that. Nightmare Moon was the one who had found you in the Everfree, and after a quick inquiry as to who and what you were, she had been surprisingly kind to you, providing you safe passage. Through small talk, she told you of her mission, which was to retrieve the Elements of Harmony before they could be used against her. Having already known how the situation would play out for her, and unwilling to see tragedy befall the first friendly face you met upon arriving, you insisted on helping her.

Also, you may have had a crush on her, but you insist that had absolutely no bearing whatsoever in your decision to help remove the immortal sun princess in power.

Now, here you are, hitting it off with the most powerful mare in Equestria.

She gives a snort, and sends you a condescending look. "Celestia was well-loved by her subjects, and We are not. Our enemies are many, and could strike from unexpected angles. We must always be vigilant of assassins."

Sighing, you slump back in your seat next to Luna's grand, obsidian throne. "You're in the center of your castle, surrounded by your most loyal of Honour Guards. How about at least taking it off while you hold court? Seriously, you look so much better without it."

A blink and a pause later, she responds. "Does thou... really think so...?"

Resting your cheek in your hand, you briefly scrutinize Nightmare Moon's unarmoured visage. "Yeah, definitely. You know, you're pretty beautiful when you're not giving that death glare or evil-looking smile like you always do." She give you a funny look at this remark. "Don't cover yourself up and hide under that thing. You've got the look. Flaunt it."

You hear her let out the breath she seemed to be holding as she turns away from you. It was hard to see under her black coat, but you smirked a little upon seeing that blush of hers. "A-Anonymous, please. Flattery shall get thou nowhere... Especially not in front of the guards."

Huh... She's never reacted like this before... Feeling a little emboldened, you lean a bit towards her in your seat, smiling like a big cat. "C'mon... you know it's true... You're powerful, sexy, and have the country in your hoof. Let your hair down a little. Or... flow freely in a non-existent wind, I guess."

"A-Anonymous! W-We are in the middle of court! Show some restraint with your... your... flattering silver tongue!" Wow, she used to be annoyed by your pathetic flirting attempts, but now it's working? Playing to her ego was a surefire way to get on her good side, no matter how much she pretended she was above that.

"Flattering tongue, eh?"

"N-NEXT SUBJECT! PRESENT THY MATTER BEFORE THE CROWN!"



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The next several hours were business as usual, with the Queen and her subjects did most of the talking. You sort of just... sat there and fetched papers every now and again, and maybe locate a castle staff member who might be needed at a given time. You're kind of like a glorified errand boy, but Nightmare Moon claimed that she would not tolerate anyone else to sit beside her for such a length of time.

Finally, the clock struck 6. It was time to end the night's court and raise the sun. You were pretty glad you managed to convince her to let go of that "eternal night" bullshit. She was kind of bitchy about it at first, but you managed to break through to her that a country full of dead ponies would be a pretty hollow victory. You felt like an asshole just thinking about it, but you got a hearty chuckle when the ponies first rejoiced at the sun once again taking its place in the sky, only for them to see that Nightmare Moon was still in charge.

In retrospect, it kind of felt like a mean-spirited prank.

The queue of ponies was dismissed, and given the time when court would be held again. The few court staffers and Lunar Guards were relieved of duty, switching out for the golden-armoured Royal Guard. What few of them that had chosen not to defect or abandon their duty certainly didn't have to compete for hours like they used to. Hiring would be slow for awhile, since it was hard to imagine many ponies trampling over each other for the chance to be employed by the bogeymare who overthrew their kind, gentle, benevolent sun princess.

Part of you is okay with that, though. You'll try to hold onto your little errand-boy gig if it means you get to stay close with the queen. Despite what the rest of the country thought of her, you had really taken to her. Hell, you had helped her execute a daring coup of Equestria, how could you NOT be close after that?

The rest of the day carried on with little else worth noting. No assassination attempts in the past 6 days, a new record. That was particularly relieving, not because you feared for your safety or anything like that, but things tended to get messy when Luna dealt with traitors and assassins. Seriously, more than "just a few" carpets have had to be thrown out and replaced because they were simply too stained with blood to clean properly. On that note, you remind yourself to pick up some more Pledge later on, which annoys you, since you just bought two cans, and there's not even any wood in the palace.

For dinner, you both agreed to indulge yourselves a little. Prime-cut steak, shipped from half-way across the world! If anyone could afford those outrageous shipping and import fees, it would be her. There was good reason to go a little nuts for dinner, It was Friday, after all. It sure as hell beat having frozen pizza for the twentieth time.

Before you know it, it's 10 AM. When did it get so late?

As per usual, the two of you would return to your own separate quarters when the work day was through. Your room was located in the same wing as her's, only a few doors down from the room of the ruler. In your mind, another perk of the "Henchman Loyalty Program". This is where the two of you part ways for the day, saying your 'good day''s as she would continue to the end of the hall towards her quarters. Just as you're about open the door, you notice Nightmare Moon is still standing next to you, a look of hesitation on her visage. You're about to ask her if something's wrong when she finally says something.

"Anonymous, about what you were saying earlier during court..."

Oh, fuck. She's probably going to give you shit for those comments you made to her. This is kind of embarrassing, it felt like being scolded by your boss for childish behaviour... Which actually, it kind of was, exactly.

"Oh, look, I'm sorry if I took that too far. I was just kidding around." You manage to avoid a nervous stutter that would betray just how scared shitless you really are. Despite that, you were being honest. It was nothing unusual for you to make flirty comments to her, but she usually thought nothing of it, or brushed them off with annoyance. You had a professional relationship, and you suppose you were close enough to consider her a friend. That was about it, though. You figured by now she wasn't really going for it after all of her groaning and rolling her eyes at your lame advancements. Whatever. It's fine, you're still close with her, and that's more or less good enough for you.

She blinks, her face blank. "You were... merely jesting?" She says this with a tone of what you suspect to be disappointment, though you're not quite sure why. Her ceremonial combat helmet that she was carrying with her quickly finds its place back on her royal head. The jerkiness and haste of the adornment suggests that she regrets taking it off.

"Um, yeah? I was just kidding, Luna." You tread careful in this proverbial minefield you've suddenly found yourself in. "You know I just like to joke around with you. Didn't mean to get you so flustered in the middle of court."

Her face is completely unreadable as you try to figure out if you're still in trouble or not. She looks off to the side, leaving you utterly perplexed, unknowing if she is pissed off at you or not. "Thou art the only one whom We allow to call Us by Our true name." She replies, quietly.

Uh oh, that answers your question. She tends to revert to her old-timey dialect when she's irritated or angry. What was that comment about, though? It didn't sound like an irritated chastisement. 

Against your better judgement, you prod, ever-so-slightly. "I uh... thought I was the only one who even knows your real name, besides Celestia?"

After a pause, she looks back up to you, a tired, sad-looking smile on her face. "Yes... We suppose that still holds true." Her look hardens just a bit, as she lowers her voice to something more commanding. "See that it stays that way."

You give a little mock salute. "Yes, my queen."

With what sounds to be a sigh of fatigue and eye roll, she turns to head down the rest of the way to her room. "We shall reconvene in the evening, dear Anonymous."

You smile, and give a little nod her way before entering your suite, "You bet!"

Finding yourself in your room, you go through your usual late-morning routine before bed: Shower, brush teeth, realize there are no palace-issue jammies for humans, then collapse into bed in nothing but your underpants.

The thick curtains do a good job of blocking out that pesky sunlight, allowing your room total darkness. Before falling asleep, you continue to ponder that interaction with Luna. What was that about? She seemed a little scatterbrained, there. It was probably just the stresses of being an unpopular ruler getting to her. She got her revenge against Celestia, maybe she just needed some more time to let it sink in. She's pretty strong, though, she lasted a thousand years in complete isolation without breaking down into a non-functioning wreck... as far as you can tell. Hell, she completely managed to bowl over the ones who tried to stop her as soon as she got back, for whatever that says of her mental integrity.

Maybe she just needs some more time to get settled in her new-found seat of power. She's had a rough life, and only now, after thousands of years, have things started to go her way. You'd help her however you could, since you're her loyal 2IC, and she's so good to you.

You yawn, getting comfortable beneath the covers of the expensive palace guest bed.

She's a super lady.



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You are the uncontested Queen of Equestria. You are The Lady of Darkness, The Keeper of the Stars, The Night Mare, The Nightmare, and once upon a time... Luna.

For a thousand years you've been planning your vengeance, and it has mostly gone all according to plan. The throne is yours, and your 'dear' sister is paying in kind for what she did to you. You have won, victory has been seized, and you should feel euphoria like you've never felt before in your long life...

You have no friends, no one loves you, your subjects mostly fear and hate you. They want Celestia back and for you to go away forever. A thousand years, and nothing has really changed.

So this is what winning feels like. This is the victory you longed for.

Giving a nod to your stoic Lunar Guards posted outside your door, you head inside to retire for the day. A heavy sigh escapes you as you make your way over to your vanity. Well actually, Celestia's vanity, to be exact. 

Everything, even this entire castle, is stolen from her. Acceptable collateral for all she stole from you those many years ago, you suppose, though you still haven't had time to really make the transfer of ownership 'official' by redecorating. You had some moon and night banners around the castle, but that was about it. Heavens above, you're still sleeping in a sun-themed bed for crying out loud. Well, it's not like any tailors are offering their services to make any custom, night-themed bed sheets for you.

You regard the reflection you see in the mirror... Yes, a very sad mare is still there. This hasn't changed, even after what was supposed to be your hour of glory. Slowly, you remove your iconic helmet, setting it down in front of you. Heavy locks of your spectral-coloured mane droop down your forehead, taking a more physical, hair-like shape once freed from the headgear. As usual, the rest of it trails behind you, stars twinkling within constellations that only you had cared to memorize.

"He was simply jesting." You say to yourself, to let yourself down just one last time before the end of the morning.

Your reflection didn't smile much these days... Then again, it didn't smile much a thousand years ago, either. You had done just much as her, so why couldn't they have loved you like they loved her? Again, you sigh, albeit a bit more angrily, this time. You had spent over a thousand years trying to find an answer to that question, and haven't come up with a remotely satisfying answer. Damn it all, it was just so unfair...

Summoning your dark magic, you remove your lilac-coloured chest piece, and set it onto the Celestia-sized mannequin next to you. Next, you set your helmet on top of it. Finally, your four regal, sparkling shoes are the last to come off. The mare in the mirror looks noticeably different without her trademark 'spooky' regalia. The fangs and irises are enough to keep you frightening enough if you must be, you suppose.

There you are, completely naked, just like a commoner. They'd like that, right? Make you seem a bit more relatable? You scoff softly at that thought, it would take a lot more than simply undressing like them to win them over.

Still... It bothered you greatly that Anonymous had said that his comments were insincere. That was truly hurtful, even if he hadn't meant it to be that way. Frankly, you're shocked that it affects you so. You've taken sharper words from your own subjects, so why does it sting so much coming from him?

Oh come now, you know the answer to that, don't play clueless with yourself. It's because now you like him in a way you haven't before, you pathetic little schoolfilly, and now he's just taunting you. Perhaps it's mostly your fault, though. He had shown signs of interest towards you, and you rejected him. He even remained completely and utterly loyal to you despite this. A regretful mistake on your part.

Anonymous had been the only one not to run from you or attempt to "stop" you. In fact, he seemed to be on your side from the very beginning when you had first found him, and he seemed strangely well-informed of the circumstances regarding your mission. But he had helped you secure your revenge, and has remained close to you since.

He was by no means attractive in the conventional pony-sense for obvious reasons, but still... There was a sort of 'exotic' charm to him. He appeared very different, but not necessarily unpleasant to look at. If anything, you could say that his looks are an acquired, alien taste, and he's really grown on you.

Grumbling to yourself, you decide that there's no point dwelling on it. With no spring in your step, you dreadfully trudge over to Celestia's grandiose bed, and crawl beneath the white, sun-themed covers. Made for an alicorn, designed specifically for her, and appropriated by you. It even still smelled like her usual perfume-y scent, since you hadn't found time to give the sheets a proper wash. Over a thousand years later, and she still used that same scent of perfume. Deep down, it felt like your sister's last laugh at you. A reminder that you may have beaten her, but that you're still in HER world.

Oh, that perfect, insufferable bitch.

As you close your eyes, you wonder if Anon still has any feelings like that for you, still. The kind that he would keep from himself because he knows what would come of them already. Perhaps he's thinking of you right now? Oh, don't flatter yourself, he's made up his-... Well... Maybe it wouldn't hurt to 'check.'

You feel yourself becoming lighter and lighter as you work your way through the conscious realm. Inwardly, you smile as you enter the one place Celestia could never take from you, even after a millennium of being imprisoned within your own element.

You enter the dreamscape.

Searching for the correct dream wouldn't be difficult, since it was literally a stone's throw a way from you down the hall. Before taking the plunge, you ponder quizzically about what kind of dreams a creature like Anonymous would have. Does he dream about his old world? His old life?

He had told you early on that he was not a native to this planet, and that he should have turned left at "Albert-kerkee;" His words. Must have been some kind of his-world humour... You chose to spare yourself that headache, since you could barely keep up with the humour of this world's present age. In a shocking contrast to what Equestria may think, you actually did like to laugh, just only at things that were actually funny.

But perhaps he has a family that he misses back home, or old friends that he longs for? The human mind could be a fascinating thing. Hesitating no longer, you propel yourself forward, entering the dream of Anonymous.



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> Still In a Dream
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	Opening your eyes, you glance around to scan your surroundings. You're in a rather strange, urban place. There is pavement under your hooves, as well as numerous painted yellow lines. Before you lies a field of concrete, odd, metal contraptions sat idly within the confines of the painted, rectangular parameters on the ground. In the distance, you could see numerous tall skyscrapers and other buildings against the cloudless, blue sky horizon.

Were you getting a glimpse at his home world? It is perhaps a little... overdeveloped for your tastes, but you had to admit, there was still some beauty to it. Humans must certainly make their claim to ownership of their land very clear. Admirable, especially if they are the dominant species of their world.

...But where is Anonymous?

After an about face, you lay your eyes on the strangest building you have ever seen, which is quite a statement, given how you have frequented many brothels in Equestria and abroad that could have taken the "strangest building ever" title. It's a rather colourful building, with an almost sort of carnival theme to it.

"Chuck E. Cheese?" You mutter, reading the grand sign on the building's roof. "Is that the moniker of the purveyor of this peculiar establishment?" Shall you cross into the final frontier...? Yes, you believe you shall. You're not quite sure what to expect, but you mentally steel yourself for what you believe today's youth refers to as 'some pretty fucked-up shit.'

Approaching the door, you encounter your first obstacle. This portal was clearly not designed for equines in consideration. You attempt to push it open, but it will not budge.

...Your patience has run out in a new record of six seconds.



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The front vestibule shatters in a spectacular storm of ice-like glass shards as the piercing sound of the brittle windows breaking is rivalled only by the loud metal clanging made by the refuse depository that you magically hurled through it at terminal velocity. Thankful that you are still wearing your regal shoes in your dream form, you step over the glass pieces without hesitation. Looking around, you try to make sense of this place... and after several moments, you managed to make precisely none.

To your left, various humans sit at desks, in front of each of them were odd plastic devices that would emit a ringing noise. When this happened, the human behind the device would pick up a bar-shaped portion of the machine, hold it up to one of their ears, and ask no one in particular how much they would like to donate to something called "Pee bee ess."

To your right, you spotted two more humans sitting on a couch who looked rather... "animated" in appearance. One of them had a beard of black, and wore a similarly coloured wool hat, imprinted with the image of a skull. For a symbol so bold, the human in question looked rather harmless. Another human sat next to him, and had hair of crimson, the likes you had never seen before, though he seemed to have more of it upon his chin than on his head. Shouts of frustration and profanity came frequently from the pair, almost always followed by uproarious laughter. You could not tell what exactly what they were doing, but they seemed to be engaged in whatever was happening on that glowing rectangle in front of them. Occasionally, you could hear them shout something about how they were "Riding to Hell."

Those humans were insane, undoubtedly. You scrutinize the odd scenes before you more carefully, Anonymous has to be around here, somewhere... Wait a moment, was that him?

Walking forward and passing through a small, impromptu barrier of pool noodles, you spot Anonymous on the ground, dressed in what appears to be a classic striped stickball uniform of sorts, complete with cap. You tilt your head to read the team name stitched on his back. 

The 'Ottawa Sockem-Boppers'? 

Anonymous seemed to be frantically searching for something unseen on the floor. Behind him, a sinister looking character appeared to be holding a female hostage, pressing a miniature stickball bat to her throat as if he intended to slit her throat with it.

This entire experience was... words have failed you. Dying a little inside, you make a note to never give the minds of extra-terrestrial beings undue credit before diving into their dreams.

"Anonymous?"

He doesn't look up, but continues crawling around on the floor, searching. "I can't stop now, they're around here somewhere..." He mutters. The floor is fairly open, anything laying upon it would not stay hidden for long.

"What exactly are you seeking, Anonymous?"

"THE CODE, THE CODE, I MUST HAVE THE CODE!!" He shouts up at you rather unexpectedly.

You actually recoil at this, he's never shouted at you before. "What code?" You're almost afraid to ask, fearing what reaction such a question would provoke in this strange, unstable state of his.

He simply looks up to you and presses a single finger to his lips. "Remember, no Russian."

Your expression deflates as you've decided that trying to have a conversation with Anonymous in this state would be a waste of time. With a roll of your eyes, your black horn lights up with a prepared spell. "We probably should not have expected you to be capable of lucid dreaming, Anonymous."

Conjuring the right spell, you send a beam sparkling blue magic directly at him. He remains still for a moment, until the enchantment finally takes effect. Anonymous looks up, looking at the various outrageous scenes around him with the same confusion as you had.

"Uhhh... What the fuck is this shit?" He glances down, surprised at the garments he wears.

You give a light scoff as you approach him, though satisfied that he is now in a coherent state of mind. "This is what you dream of, evidently. Does any of this hold any particular meaning to you?" 

A blink of confusion and then a look of understanding dawns upon him. He takes a look around, to which his face contorts as he, too, tries to make sense of any of it. "Err, no, not really. I didn't pick any of this shit, my brain just took some random memories, threw them into a blender, and came up with this scenario, I guess."

Some rather strange memories, you surmise.

"Is this normally how humans dream? You seemed rather... involved in the nonsense."

He shrugs. "Yeah, it's pretty weird, but strangely enough, it all makes perfect sense at the time when you're in the dream for whatever reason. It's only afterwards when I wake-," He suddenly snaps into realization. "Hey... wait a second, how the hell do I now realize that I'm in my dream? And hold on, you can't actually be the real Luna, you're just a mental projection of her based off of the memories of her that I have in my brain!"

You can only give a hard scoff and an eye roll at that. "It is Our utmost assurance that We are the genuine article, Anonymous." Frankly, you feel a tad insulted to be called nothing more than an apparition. "We are the princ- the QUEEN of the night, Anonymous. Dreams are Our domain. We beg of you to give Us at least some credit."

He nods, seemingly satisfied with your explanation. "Ohh... Makes sense."

"Does it, though?"

He blinks. "...Nah, not really." 

You both share a chuckle as you wrap one of your feathered black wings around him. He returns the gesture with a friendly, one-armed hug. Finally, he asks that initiating question that you've quietly been dreading since making the decision to come here.  "So... what are you doing here, exactly?" 

You swallow as you try to think of how to word your answer. Trying to think of a way to tactfully explain yourself proves to be a bit of a challenge, but then you look around and remember exactly where you are right now. "We entered your dream because We intended to confront you about the comments made to Us during court tonight, and should this conversation take an uncomfortable turn, We may simply flee and erase your memory of this dream ever happening."

Anon nods in understanding. "Oh." He stops nodding. "Wait, what?"

"WHY DIDST THOU PROCLAIM THAT THOU WERE MERELY JESTING, ANON? ARE WE NOT BEAUTIFUL ENOUGH BY THY REPUGNANT ALIEN STANDARDS? OR DOES THOU SIMPLY ENJOY PLAYING SICK, TWISTED GAMES WITH THY QUEEN'S HEART?"

You may have slipped into the old Royal Canterlot voice, but you will admit, you lost a bit of control, there. All the figments of personas in the pizzeria were now staring squarely at the both of you, as if Anon's subconscious was now fully engrossed on the scene you were making. You didn't care, however. You are a damned QUEEN, and you will not be ignored.

Anon looks to be caught a bit off guard, his body spasms as though he's being electrocuted when your booming words hit him. He quickly collects himself, albeit with a look of confusion. "Whoa, hey, where the hell is this coming from? I thought you were sick and tired of me hitting on you? In fact, I'm pretty sure I remember you making a twist on the 'lipstick on a pig' metaphor by referring to me as 'a shaved monkey in a suit.'"

He did have a point, you've denounced his romantic advancements in the past, so it's only right that he be frustrated with these... mixed messages you're sending.

"Yyyes..." Your mind races, desperately trying to formulate some kind of argument to justify striking down the precedent you set. "B-but, upon reflection, We realize that perhaps We were... severely mistaken?" Your fangs show in the pleading smile you give. He usually likes that.

He folds his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Oh really? What changed, then?"

Oh nebula above, he's really going to make you figuratively prostrate yourself before him for his affections now, isn't he? Perhaps it serves you right.

"It is... difficult to explain. For these past few nights, We have found Ourselves immersed in vast amounts of... err... 'personal reflection,' let us call it." Yes, that sounds along the right track. "We have been so consumed with our revenge, and now that We have taken it, We have been able to simply... Observe internally what We have now, after all of this."

Anon doesn't look convinced, he shakes his head. "And? What did your search turn up that's making you reconsider how you feel towards me? That the sweet victory of yours is little more bitter than you thought it would be?"

You swallow nervously, rather out of character for yourself, but he hit the nail on the head rather well, there. Not feeling so powerful now, are you, Queen of Darkness? 

"We have found... That We rule over a land that resents us, and..." You feel that awful sting you haven't truly felt in a long time, that one right in your heart. "...And that even after all this time, nopony loves Us, nor wants Us. Everyone wishes that We would just disappear back into the darkness forever." Your head droops, but no tears would fall. Enough had been shed over the last millennium, now you could properly hold them back at this point. You had more or less come to terms with the standing in this world that you would permanently hold in comparison to Celestia.

...and that you would always lose, even when you've won. It still hurt.

"Luna-," Anon unfolds his arms, looking like he wants to reach out to you, but you aren't finished yet.

"And it is just that... We share a special bond, and We may have been slightly... ignorant of it, up until recently. We did not think so highly of you when We first met, you seemed like a useful tool to thwart Celestia and Elements... In fact, We may have intended to simply abandon you in the Badlands once We had taken the throne..."

"Oh. Christ." 

You admit, the thought of doing that to him now makes your stomach feel a bit queasy. "...But, you began to grow on Us. You genuinely cared for Our company, and made Us feel the joy of companionship that We have not felt in very long time."

Anon scratches his head and awkwardly looks off to the side. "A long-...? Hold on, You've had a boyfrie- er, companion before?"

You angrily roll your eyes, "YES, We have had boyfriends before!" You snarl. "It was a thousand years-..." You stop dead. No, wait, you need to do a quick mental fact-check. "It was eleven hundred-" No no, he doesn't count, that one had said he only wanted to be friends, so that would mean... "We have not had a boyfriend in one thousand, four hundred and ninety three years." Oh dear.

Anonymous visibly recoils in shock at your number while you simply look away in shame, clearing your throat. "Yes, it has been awhile since someone has treated Us the way you do."

"I'll fucking say!" He blurts, his hand on his head still bewildered by such a large number.

Recomposing yourself, you face him once again "Yes, the point is, We may have been a little... consumed with Our own goals, and We were unsure of how We truly felt about you. However, it has become much clearer as of late, in light of your gestures of devotion to Us..."

"Like helping you overthrow your sister and taking over the country."

"...Such as that, yes. We have taken your loyalty and love for granted, Anonymous, and We wish to apologize for this." Huh. That was a little easier than expected. It felt... liberating, actually, like righting a wrong.

Anon looks a little confused, flustered, even. "I won't lie, Moony, that sounds like a pretty shitty explanation for your change of heart, but, uhh... it all works out in both of our favours, so I suppose I'll buy it. So, er, apology accepted, I guess?" He shrugs. "I wasn't secretly resenting you for rejecting me or anything. I could accept that it was as simple as 'you're not interested.' I wouldn't still be hanging around with you if I didn't really value the relationship we have, after all. Er-, whatever capacity that relationship may be."

The heat goes to your face as you prepare to ask this, you feel like a nervous filly for crying out loud. "Yes, well... In light of these personal revelations, We would like to accept your invitation to courtship. That is, if you will still offer it..."

He scratches his chin as he contemplates this, his gaze hardens in scrutiny as he ponders. Stars above, is he actually uncertain about this? He could turn the tables and reject you as you did to him!

"I dunno... Now that you mention all this, you really did put me through the emotional ringer. Maybe I could be swayed with an act to affirm the sincerity of your words?"

Oh no, he can't be serious. Is he honestly asking for what you think he is asking? Well... you can't say that he's not entitled to some sort of 'emotional compensation' for how you took advantage of him, especially if you got all of Equestria out of it. It's only fair, you suppose. He is a male, and you have an idea of what males like.

"Oh, fie... You're suggesting some form of sexual bribery, aren't you? Very well, if that is what We must give to make things right with you..." You begin to turn around and lift your ethereal tail to present to Anon, but before you can turn all the way around, he places a firm hand on your flank to prevent you from doing so.

"WHOAWHOAWHOA, Luna, stop! I was JOKING!"

Uh oh, you must have offended him, you should not have assumed he would be interested in sexual intercourse at all. His culture must view it with disdain. Your heart sinks, he must not want you anymore...

"Listen... It was never about trying to get to your mare parts. I like you, alright? That didn't change when you said you weren't interested, I kept working and hanging out with you and being your friend because you were pretty good to me in return." He gently pushes your rear end back in the direction you had sent it from, bringing you back to face him. "You don't owe me some kind of 'reparation sex' or whatever the hell you were thinking. I think you're a great pony, and I'm thrilled that you've decided that you like me even more now. So yes, the invitation is still open, unconditionally."

Your heart soars in your chest as his words wash over you. "Y-you... think We are a 'great pony'...?"

"Well, to me, you are, anyways." He shrugs. "I'm pretty sure your coup and all those executions you've been doing have been pissing off the rest of the country, but... meh. Fuck 'em."

Before you even realize what you're doing, you find yourself taking Anon in a warm embrace. Wings outstretched and wrapped around his smaller form, you bury his face into the crook of your neck. He protests slightly at first, but makes himself comfortable and returns the hug. You feel that familiar sting of tears in your eyes, and you do your best to keep them back. You don't want Anon to see you any weaker than you've already made yourself appear to be.	

You voice shakes just a bit as you whisper to him, "Thank you... Thank you for wanting Us..."

Savouring his touch for a little longer, you decide to take it just a little further. You break the hug only to bring your face closer to his. Emboldened by these new developments, you place your lips against his, which elicits a suppressed yelp from him, but he quickly melts further into you, enjoying the kiss. Now THIS... Oh how you've missed this feeling, your heart soaring high among the stars. This felt better than claiming your thousand year vengeance against your sister, and you didn't think anything could top that. You feel one of his hands stroking affectionately down the side of your neck His touch feels so... warm, and lovely and fulfilling. To be perfectly honest, it's really getting your motor running, so to say.

As much as it pains you, you break off your oral assault. "Anonymous... We have known each other for a sufficient amount of time now, and the both of us have taken part in some rather bonding experiences together... What do you say we... 'skip to the good part?'"

Your green-faced lover gives a look of confusion. "...The 'good part'? D-do uh... Do you mean...?"

"Ohoho!" You cast your head back, chuckling heartily, then wipe away a figurative tear from your eye. "Oh, Anonymous, dearest... If We may make this hypothetical comparison, We do not read an erotic novel for the 'immersive story', now do We?"

The look on his face let's you know that he now understands your gist. "Moony, I told you already, you don't have to do that for me."

Oh, this silly, silly boy. With all the speed of a dangerous predator, you knock Anonymous off his balance backwards, only to catch him in the clutches of your hoof. A wily grin on your face, you bring it closer to your now captured prey, giving it a sensuous smooch. "Oh, little star... We did not mean it for you, specifically..." You take a deep inhale of his scent before running your tongue upwards along the side of his face. "...We meant it for US." It appears your feminine charm has not waned too badly during your fourteen hundred-year dry spell, as he seems to be reduced to a blushing, babbling, semi-responsive mess.

It is at that moment when you look up and become painfully aware that everyone in the building is staring at you two. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you meet the gazes of every dream figure currently inhabiting the building. Seeing the look on your face, Anonymous, still swept off his feet in your grasp, tilts his head back to see what caused you to stop. Freeing himself from your grasp, he stands up straight. Everyone is staring at the two of you making out and about to engage in coitus, but don't seem perturbed at all.

"Oh, uh, they're not real, you know. Technically, they're all just figments of my psyche." He scratches his chin in realization, "In fact, that reminds me..."

Taking the free moment, Anonymous taps into the inner working of the dream world. The loose, baggy stickball uniform he is currently adorning morphs into his distinctive trademark charcoal two-piece suit with red tie. Seeing that his manipulation worked, Anon turns his attention to the gawking crowd who were hoping to get a fun show. With nothing but a squint of focus, every person in the pizzeria morphs into copies of Anon, himself. You're a little taken aback in surprise, suddenly find yourself dripping slightly in arousal in front of a crowd of Anonymouses.

The original turns back to you with a proud grin on his face. "They're basically all me, anyway. Just think of all those staring eyes as twinkling stars or something. Now, uh, where were we?" He approaches you with the intent on resuming your coupling.

"TAKE IT OFF"

"CUM INSIDE NIGHTMARE MOON!"

"LET'S SEE THAT GLORIOUS WINKING MAREPUSSY WHOO!"

"SQUEEZE THOSE MOONS"

"CAN WE SPITROAST HER?"

"My feet hurt..."

"FINISH THE JOB, JAMES. BLOW THEM ALL TO HELL."

In all honesty, you don't know how to feel about this. You want to be infuriated that these insufferable little RATS have the gall to shout such perverted comments at you... but they are all technically Anon. Well, this is a rather awkward situation, indeed.

"Anonymous, please..." you groan.

"Guhh, FINE."

With a snap of his fingers, every Anonymous in the room, apart from the one in front of you, disappears in silent puff of colourful confetti. All of the strange props lying around, as well as the tables and chairs disappear, too. The entire building is emptied out, leaving just you and Anon standing on a tacky, checker-board style floor with dim lighting. He snaps his fingers once again, and a large king-sized bed materialized from thin air just in front of the both of you.

You gasp in surprise, bringing a hoof to your chest. It even has MOON themed covers on it! This man is such a sweetheart.

With little care or finesse, you remove your helmet and chestpiece, tossing them aside to clang loudly upon their landing on the floor. You do the the same with your shoes, kicking them off in whatever direction. Giddy, you climb onto the bed and beckon for your lover. 

"Our body has been neglected and starved of contact for quite some time..." You grin wickedly, licking your lips as Anon joins you, shedding his suit jacket. "...Let Us break Our fast."

Kneeling in front of you, he seems to he taking his precious time disrobing. Deciding that you've waited too long for this, your horn lights up. Taking a hold of his garments, they are torn from his body with the audible noise of fabric ripping. Finally, you witness a fully naked Anonymous for the first time, and such a primal, alien form he has... It's so odd, yet so succulent, as well. Looking downward, you spot what must be his genitalia. Odd, his testicles are like that of a stallion's, yet he has no sheath. That must mean his penis is always extended, then? Goodness, that must be very uncomfortable to live with constantly. Discovering extraterrestrial physiology is so fascinating!

Oh well, you shall grant him relief soon enough. "Excellent, first, we sha-"

You're interrupted by a sudden weight on your back, his arms reach around your barrel, and you find yourself being hugged from behind. Turning your head, you feel Anon planting a tender kiss on the side of your neck, lovingly stroking the other side with those magic fingers of his. A sultry moan escapes your lips as he continues his ministrations. Perhaps you were okay with him taking the lead on this... Yes, that sounds splendid, you feel so weary...

The fact that you've become a stationary, moaning mess completely unbefitting of a mare of your station flies completely over your head as Anon continues assaulting your neck with kisses. You weakly raise your hoof in an attempt to reach back and return the physical contact, but there's no way your joints would even allow you to reach him from his current angle, so you're not quite sure what you were hoping to accomplish. Your outstretched limp simply becomes another casualty as he gently takes it with another hand, stroking it affectionately. From your hoof, running down to your forearm, his massage further cements your submissive state. Oh how you just want to feel him touch you EVERYWHERE.

That wish may be fulfilled sooner than you think as the trail of kisses leads lower and lower. Stars above, it's been too long since you have felt a warm, wet tongue tread so close down there. You feel his hands on your sides, giving a gentle pat. Taking the hint, you roll over, exposing your slim, black belly to him. You're breathing heavily now, your barrel rising and falling as your body's sexual response cycle takes command.

Looking down, you see Anon poke his head up, taking in the sight of your exposed underside. You have to admit, you're feeling a little insecure. "I-is Our form to thy liking?"

"I could ask the same thing from YOU." He responds. You laugh at such a notion, as his strange, exotic flesh has proven to be much to your liking, especially when coupled with the sexual prowess he has been displaying thus far.

"Your body is most deliciously to our liking, Anonymous. Please..." Breathing heavy, your voice drips with need. "Make Us yours."

With nothing more than a promising smile, Anon's head lowers back down towards your nethers. A kiss on your belly makes you close your eyes and whip your head back in ecstasy, as he's certainly hitting all the right spots. Lower and lower he travels once again, but then he stops unexpectedly. Opening your eyes, you're about to look down to see what caused this unwelcome interruption... 

...When you feel his fingers trace gently along your teats. "Eep!"

Those delicate strokes turn into gentle squeezes and massages as Anonymous begins to discover your twin mounds. In no time at all, you feel those soft, warm lips of his make contact with one of them. Slowly and painstakingly, he draws little lines with his tongue, the sensation drives you wild as you fight to keep from thrashing wildly in passion. It reaches its highest point when you finally feel his lips take a hold of the nipple. "Ooohhoh, An-n-om- Am-mono..." The sensation is too much as the most blissful feeling in the world comes from the light suckles you feel on your udder.

The other teat does not go neglected, as his fingers rub and play with the other nipple, but after a few more kisses and suckles, Anon makes a tactical retreat. You actually feel disappointed that he's deciding to move on. When you look down, however, you could swear that he has a look of disappointment, too, as he still stares upon your massaged teats. Could he have been expecting...? Good gracious, it's been forever since... "We are afraid that We have no nourishment to give you, Anonymous. You are roughly fifteen hundred years too late for that..."

Your voice breaks his trance. "Huh? Wait, is that really the last time you...?"

Now this could be interesting, but you suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell him. "Yes, We are afraid that We have not lactated since We nursed Our last child, which was around fifteen hundred years ago. A shame, really. Such a relaxin-"

"Whoa, you had a child?!"

You scoff and roll your eyes, a seemingly common occurrence when speaking with Anonymous. You should probably become used to doing that. "Yes, Anonymous. It may surprise you, but during Our long life, We were blessed with the gift of motherhood on several occasions. Celestia, as well."

His eyes widen at this revelation, "Oh wow, that's nuts." Your hardened gaze prompts his speedy clarification. "I-I mean, not that you having kids is nuts, but, I mean... Whoulda thunk it?"

Now that you think about it, you briefly find yourself with that familiar longing, but then you remember why exactly both you and your sister decided to stop having children. They did not share your immortality, and eventually having to bury every child you brought into the world took a toll on you. To think, your youngest child has been dead for 14 centuries now...

Oh... come now, are you truly going to let this destroy your mood now of all times? When you're about to have intercourse? Damn it all, you shouldn't have let him play with your teats like that...

"Wait a minute... This is my dream, and I have free reign over everything." Anon's voice suddenly brings you back to the world of the unconscious. You mean to question what he means by that, when the answer comes instantly.

A slight pressure begins to build beneath your udders, though not necessarily painful, is definitely uncomfortable. "Ooh, what are you doing? This is... most unpleasant!" He hushes you when you look down to see that your once tiny mounds have swollen ever so slightly. You drop your head back, and let out a groan, both in discomfort, and annoyance at the fact that he's doing this to you.

"Just lay back and relax... I'll take care of it." Once again, he lightly runs his fingers over your now swollen teats, though it's not quite the same now, they feel so sensitive and aching. Like a blast from the past, you're reminded of your last pregnancy oh so long ago.

"P-please... Anonymous..."

"Shhh... I will, I will..." He's taking his time on purpose, torturing you, that bastard. You wish he would stop cupping and squeezing them like that, it's only aggravating them more...

Finally, it happens. You give a relieved moan as his lips finally latches onto a nipple and that sweet release of pressure washes over you. Lightly, he suckles, taking in your sweet ambrosia. The aching soreness fades away, replaced by an ecstasy you haven't felt for even longer than the last time you simply had sex. Your breath steadies as you simply concentrate of the relaxing feeling of your milk passing through your udders. "Ohh... This is... this is..." You can't finish your thought, though. It's too hard. 

There's a brief pause when he stops, but it doesn't take long for him to resume with the other swollen breast. Deep down, you really hope that he likes it... But of course he does, he wouldn't be drinking it so greedily if he didn't. After a few more suckles, both teats have been depleted of their creamy bounty. Your nipples were tender, it felt so marvellous, so... feminine. He is really making you feel like a mare again. Yes, you believe you'll definitely be keeping him around for some time.

"How's that for foreplay?" He quips confidently. A low, guttural moan is all you can give in response. How did he know how to get you so aroused?! It must be some mysterious alien magic...

Anon kneels over you, when you finally see it, standing at full glory is his striking symbol of masculinity... if that's indeed what is held in high regard for what constitutes 'masculinity' in his culture. For an exotic alien cock, it looks rather pleasant, actually. Admittedly it is smaller than an equine stallion's, but you'll reserve your judgment.

"So am I clear to put it in, or do you wanna keep staring at it some more?"

"Your queen orders you to RUT HER!"

He grins giddily, "As you wish..."

As his body makes its way back down onto yours, you feel his tip prod your entrance. Oh goodness, that alone feels so nice... Over a thousand years of involuntary celibacy has made you pretty eager, hasn't it? You suppress a moan as his warm, hard flesh parts your opening, sliding inwards. OH NEBULA, THAT FEELS GLORIOUS. On the brink of shouting, Anon silences any attempt by sealing your mouth with his. You will have to be satisfied with the muffled moan you give into him. Moving his hips back, you already feel the longing, the NEED. It may not be as big as a stallion's, but it still certainly hits the right spots.

Working up a rhythm, he continues pounding your dripping flower. He seems to be expending the most energy, but you simply cannot work up the strength to move, which is fine with you, oh how you could take this all day! But to your credit, you clench down upon him as much as you can. Even so many years later, you secretly pride yourself on sublime vaginal muscle control, and completely feeling every glorious inch of that thick, rock-hard piece of him leaves you a slack-jawed, moaning mess.

Oh, the indignity...

His grunts become more laboured, his breaths becoming heavier. "Lu... Luna... You nearly there?"

What? Did he say something? It's so hard to concentrate... "Y-... A-ahh... Alm- Anhh...!" You're suddenly taken by that amazing feeling of him sucking on your neck, again. How could he expect a response from you when he does this?

"I'm... just about..."

That's when your mind snaps back to life. Your great black wings try to flare, but it proves impossible for them to do so while on your back. Your body clamps around his, as if spring-loaded "YES! YES!! INSIDE! CLAIM US!" With your limit reached, the dam breaks and orgasmic energy rushes through your entire body. Any other time, you would regret and apologize for unleashing the Royal Canterlot Voice directly into Anon's ear, but not now.

You clamp down hard upon him, your marehood creating a seal to milk his cock for all of the seed it would give. His groans signal his own release, and sure enough, you can feel him pulse and twitch inside of you. You let out another blissful moan, the feeling of his sperm filling your womb making you feel like a new mare.

Still holding each other tight, it seems that neither of you want to let the other go, and you certainly wanted to keep his softening member still within you. Despite your heaving chest trying to regain your breath, you take hold of Anon's head with your hooves one more time and bring him close for another deep kiss. He gives no protest as he lets your dominating tongue into his orifice. Drinking deep of his flavour one last time, you break it off, content with simply holding him close as he rests on top of you

"Oh Anonymous... That was... magnificent... We could just fall asleep like this."

A moment passes before he breaks the silence. "But... We are."



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Your eyelids are heavy as you struggle slightly to open them, returning to the realm of the fully-conscious.

You are Anonymous, and you had a pretty good day's sleep. That's no strange feeling, though, since you've gotten used to sleeping in all day long before you came to Equestria. In fact, you feel surprisingly recharged, you're not sure why, though.

Summoning that initial burst of strength to get you started on your night, you heave yourself up off the bed... and are immediately frozen in shock at the slimy feeling of goo rubbing against your junk. Sure enough, the stain on the front of your undies says it all

"God fucking damn it!"



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After a quick evening shower, the spunked pair of underwear finds a home in the nearest laundry pile. Brushing your teeth and clothing yourself with a fresh suit, you're ready to take on a resentful world with a kind of mood that says 'hey world, I'm the guy who helped banish the princess you loved so dearly! Have a great night!' And they said you'd never amount to anything. Ha, now who's laughing?

You can't shake this chipper feeling you've got right now, not that you're complaining. You still can't put your finger on why, though. It doesn't really matter, you suppose. There's nothing quite like the feeling that tonight's just going to be great. "Speaking of grrrrreat, time to get me some cereal!"

A trip to the royal kitchen reveals it to be empty of anyone else. Do the kitchen take off early on Friday night or something? That's okay, you can help yourself. With a spring in your step, you grab yourself a bowl, some milk, and box of Powerballs© cereal (Now with more Power©!). 

Just as you sit down and start to enjoy your sugary breakfast-for-supper, the Lady of the Night strolls in with an uncharacteristic smile on her face. "The sun sets, and so begins the darkness and silence of the night!"

"What a thrill."

"Good evening to you, Anonymous~!" Her step is so light, she practically dances over next to you. Wow, she seems to be in a pretty good mood, too. Today must have been a good day for sleeping all around.

"Evenin' Luney Lune. What's got you feeling so moony?"

Her smile immediately drops, but she keeps her gaze locked with yours. "Do... do you not remember?"

You pause mid-bite, looking off to the side. "Uhhh... Remember what?" Oh shit, looks like you may have forgotten something important, and that look she's giving you tells you that's not the answer she was looking for.

She takes a second to recompose herself, blinking hard in disbelief. "*ahem*, Does thou not remember any... peculiar dreams thou may have had today?" You continue to chew, thinking hard on this. "Any... strange... enlightening... RAUNCHY dreams...?" She leans in, drilling into your skull with her eyes while you remain oblivious.

You ponder some more, before shrugging. "Nope, can't say that I do."

She's still giving that dreadful stare, and you think she may have shut down... but you really don't know what she's talking about. "See, that's the funny thing about dreams, you almost always forget what they were about as soon as you wake up-" A quiet splash interrupts you. "Uh... Luna? I'd kinda like to eat my breakfast, could you please take your face out of it?"



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> An Extremely Painful Mask
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	After that weird start, the rest of the night seemed to get even weirder. You can't put your finger on it, but something seems 'off' with Moony. Like, more so than usual. Sure, everyone was pretty used to seeing Nightmare Moon and her normal frowny self, everyone else, that is. With the history you two shared, you were kind of the exception to being on the receiving end of that venomous look. Not tonight, though.

The evening would be fairly uneventful, as were most late Friday nights/early Saturday mornings. That was the beauty of Nightmare Moon flipping all government-related functions upside down to abide by her hours. Living by the night meant that you were awake when the day of the week transitioned to the next at the strike of midnight, and boy did that fuck up your sense of time good and proper. Since there was no court on weekends...

"...And with that, We shall conclude this night's session. The Royal court shall hear cases again on the midnight of Monday. Good night to all." Mondays and Fridays were court 'half-nights'. Your weekend had officially begun.

The court staffers see to the last of their paperwork for the night before heading home for the weekend. Nightmare Moon leaves them to their work, and vacates her throne without waiting for you. She's been pretty agitated with you tonight, like you're just another subject now. She barely even had any use for you during court, in fact, she delegated most of your regular fetching duties to one of the guards. This isn't right... She's in a bad mood, and you need to bring her out of it.

At first, she gave you the usual death-glare when you suggested the two of you start your weekend off with a nice game of midnight tennis, a delightful spin on regular tennis, but played at midnight. She had mostly been glued to that throne of hers all week, so the chance to run around for a little bit would be good for her. You're not sure if that argument is what managed to convince her, but nonetheless, she grumbled that she would meet you on the court. That brought a smile to your face, a chance to have some real, non-work related quality time with Moony.

Hopefully it would snap her out of her miserable mood and bring a smile to her face, too.



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You like to consider yourself a pretty good sport... but this game was turning out to be some serious bullshit.

Your Queen's expressionless face calls out in plain tone, "Our serve."

Oh fuck, not again. The last six serves have been hers. You're not even sure if she's keeping score, or if she even cares. Plus, judging by the dozens of welts and bruises now covering your shoulders, thighs, chest and abdomen, you're starting to get the idea that she may be 'faulting' her serves on purpose. In earnest fear, you grip your tennis racket as if it's the one thing protecting you from her, because in reality, it is.

She casually tosses the bright green ball into the air with her magic before her face twists with rage. "RRgh!" *WHUMP!*

"GaaAGH!" For about the tenth time, you crumple to the ground in pain, clutching the point of impact on your soft midsection. "AAaah! Fuck!" You scream as agonizing pain shoots through your stomach, but also a blinding rage builds up in your head. The Queen of Equestria is really starting to piss you off, now. Whatever axe she had to grind with you, she is doing so with rather blunt force.

She simply twiddles her racket in her magical grip, lazily, a look of boredom on her face. "Oh dear, another faulty serve on Our part. Do you want to continue?"

Grabbing the bright green tennis ball sitting idly next to you where it had fallen, you rise once again to your feet, a seething-hot glare of rage in your eyes, and frothing at the mouth. "OF COURSE I WANT TO BLOODY CONTINUE!"

You're seeing so much red that you don't even have time to think your action through. Before you know it, you toss the ball lightly in the air, and spike it directly at her as hard as you can. Luna never even sees it coming as the impromptu artillery round strikes her squarely in the flank, with the fashionable sporting skirt she wears offering little in way of protection. "Gaah!" Her yelp of anguish puts a smile on your face. Serves her right.

The black queen doesn't share your amusement, "YOU- You insolent little RAT!"

You shrug, with no small hint of self-satisfaction. "So sorry, t'was a faulty serve on our part. Pass it back, let me try again!"

She bears her fangs as her expression twists into a fierce scowl. Though you can't quite make out the quiet muttering from this distance, you think it sounded an awful lot like, "Oh, We shall pass it back, alright..."

You blink, and then you feel a mach-force impact you right on your left shoulder. Giving another yell of pain, it's pretty clear what this 'friendly' weekend tennis game has devolved into. Fuelled with fury, you're glad that her coat is black and purple, so that the bruises won't be so visible.

Back and forth, the match goes on, neither side scoring, aside from the frequent cries of pain from both sides, if those were to count as points. A small trickle of blood leaks from Nightmare's muzzle from a particularly well-placed shot of yours, but your torso is now like that of a severely bruised tomato. Finally, after a strenuous battle, both sides declare defeat as the two of you collapse to the clay, heaving with exhaustion. 

Your entire body hurts something fierce, but you can't imagine she's feeling much better. Good...

...Why is that 'good'? Why are you doing this? Why did you deliberately assault Nightmare Moon? More importantly, why did she assault you?! You can't believe that you actually got a satisfaction from hurting Luna. What the hell is going on between you two?

"Why?! Why, Luna, WHYYYY?!" You scream across the court at the fallen form of the nation's ruler. 

She can hear you, and she knows damn well what you're talking about, but she doesn't move. Does she not know the answer, either? Is she having a bad day? Did someone piss in her coffee again? When you first woke up, she seemed to be in a great mood, and then she turned into a complete bitch in the blink of an eye. You crawl your way up to the net, eager to look this problem in the glowing teal, dragon-like eye.

Still, she remains unresponsive and motionless, which almost become a cause for concern until you hear what you think is a sniffle, and see her make some kind of wiping gesture with her hoof to her face.

Finally, she gets up, none too happy with you. "WHY DID THOU HAVE TO FORGET?!"

Ow. "Wh-"

She angrily stomps her way over to the net, remaining on her side of this battlefield. "WE POURED OUR HEART OUT TO THEE, AND IT WAS NOT IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO BE RETAINED WITHIN THY MEMORY?!"

Poured, what? What in God's name is she talking about? "Luna, WHAT did I do?! Everything was fine last night! Hell, everything was fine this evening when we woke up! Whatever it is that I did, I'm just- I'm fucking SORRY, alright?!"

The snarl of contempt indicated that's not what she wants to hear. "Thou apologizes without even knowing what FOR! Thou art a revolting, repugnant, snivelling-"

"WHAT?! What have I done to make you this angry with me?! TELL ME!! Did I forget your birthday?! Did I miss the anniversary of our first meeting?! WHAT?! FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING JESUS HEAVENLY CHRIST ABOVE, PLEASE, JUST SPELL IT OUT FOR MY IDIOTIC, SHORTSIGHTED, INFANTILE SELF TO UNDERSTAND." Holy shit, that hurt your throat. Note to self, learn to get your point across without having to yell. At least it shut her ranting tirade down...

She no longer looks at you with searing hatred anymore, but with... disappointment? Hurt? "You forgot... You forgot the dream you had yesterday."

Whoa, okay, that one's completely out of left field. The shocked squint, jaw drop, and head shake you give speak more for your disbelief than words ever could. "I- My- What?! What in the holy hell does THAT have to do with anything? And why has that made you into such a rotten cunt?"

"Because We were THERE, you ignorant little fool!"

Her shitty attitude should piss you off, but hearing the crack in her voice as she said that makes you feel differently. "You-... you were?"

She stands up a little straighter, clutching a wound from one of your earlier strikes. Taking a deep breath, she calms a little more. "Tell Us... Does anything at all come back to you? Or do you truly not remember a single thing of the dream you had?"

This is all still really crazy to you, what the hell does it matter what kind of dream you had? Dreams were just nonsense all the time, unless you knew how to lucid dream, and last time you checked, you didn't kn-... Huh... Actually, now that that topic has come up, you think you recall something about lucid dreaming... IN your dream yesterday. But that's... Oh god.

It's all starting to come back to you. "I... think I was in Chuck E. Cheese's, searching for..."

"The code?" 

Whoa, that's right. "Uh... yeah. I was trying to find a code because Mel Gibson was going to kill my sister with a mini bat if I didn't."

"...And there were two animated humans sitting on a couch, watching a flashing screen, yelling about..."

"...Ride to Hell: Retribution. And then there were the PBS guys taking donations, and- I think I was wearing a stupid-ass baseball uniform for a team that doesn't exist, something like..."

"The Ottawa Sockem-Boppers."

"...The Ottawa Sockem-Boppers."

Moony does something you were completely unprepared for. She smiles. Your mind is rushing, trying to pull as many more details as you can recall. This is insane, though, she really WAS there? But that would mean...

"Now, please... could you tell Us what happened next?"

Oh jeez, the wily grin that is now on her face is probably in reaction to your face turning scarlet red. Seriously, it's on fire right now. "That's... when you came in..."

"Actually, We believe it was the other way around..."

Oh. Oh, that's just lovely. You feel like such a piece of shit, how could you forget a dream like that?! That entire scenario was EVERYTHING YOU WANTED, your mind should have kept that memory readily available for you forever, even if Nightmare Moon wasn't trying to root it out of your subconscious. It all makes sense now, and you remember everything. Luna gave herself to you, and you to her. Now you can't really feel angry about her being such a grouch to you.

Clutching the net in front of your face, you hoist yourself back to your feet. Your body aches something fierce, but you don't care anymore. Reaching over the net, you take your beloved queen into a reconciling hug... but only with one arm, since you really need to use your other hand to keep some pressure right *there*...

"I'm so sorry, Luna. You mean a lot to me, I really didn't intend to forget our time together..." You feel her hoof reach around your tender side to reciprocate the embrace, and you do your best to keep the wince of pain inaudible.

"We must apologize as well, Anonymous. For both Our... deplorable treatment of you tonight, as well as not telling you Our feelings face-to-face to begin with. It was was cowardly of Us to use your dreams as the conduit to relay Our message. We should have been brave enough to tell you in-pony and face the possibility of rejection like a normal pony."

Aw, it was so adorable to see her humble herself before you, which is something you doubt you'll ever see again, ever. Breaking the one-armed hug, you opt to affectionately stroke the side of her face. "Ah, well... To be fair, you're not exactly a normal pony."

Looking at her apologetic face makes you feel mushy inside, but then you see that small line of blood trailing beneath her nostril. Whoops, now you feel like shit again. "Hey, look... There was some hurting done on both sides, and we're both sorry. What do you say we go... make up? Forgive and forget?"

A smile graces Her Majesty's face before you feel a magic force on the back of your head push you forward slightly. Your lips are taken by hers as finally get to feel that warm, dominating tongue of hers against yours for the first time. You finally physically feel it, not just some dreamy, brain-filling-in-what-it-probably-feels-like thing like in The Matrix. After a moment or two of drinking deep from Nightmare's mouth, she seperates her face from yours, taking the chance to remove the soft, black sporting headband wrapped around her forehead. Doing the same to the ones around her hooves, she absentmindedly tosses them in a pile next to her forgotten racket. "We would very much like that."

As you walk off the court together, she drapes a wing around your body, and rests her head against you.

"We've got the whole weekend to ourselves." You muse, ready for less painful quality time.

...And you could really use the release of endorphins for the pain right about now.



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The short trip back inside the palace was kind of excruciating, actually. Your new girlfriend really did a number on you, and not in the good way, but you had kinda been an asshole in return, and you both genuinely felt bad for the mutual assault. On the way in, you had made a half-joke/half-apology to Nightmare Moon for your act of elderly abuse against her, but with the glare she gave you, you withdrew the apology in the interest of preserving your life.

Your usual trip down the suites hallway took an UNusual turn as you continued past your doorway. Deep down, your heart swelled a little at the chance to see LUNA'S ROOM™. You've never had the chance to see it before, a lot of ponies haven't, except for the cleaners. You actually need to keep yourself from eagerly rubbing your hands in anticipation.

...Oh, and you were about to put Equestria's ruler to the sword, so that's pretty worthy of excitement, too, you suppose.

Nightmare Moon opens the door to her chambers and steps inside, and with a small, restrained smile of muted jubilation, she beckons you to join her. Oh, how you're more than happy to oblige.



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It's... not quite what you were expecting in here. Sure, it's bigger and nicer than your room, but... Enh, it's not that much better. Maybe you just had your standards too high. Plus, the sun-patterned bedspread and sun-engraved furniture seemed really out of place. Luna seems to notice you staring at these heavily contrasting design pieces.

"Mm... Yes, We have yet to find the time to discover an interior designer willing to take a... government contract. Finding new soldiers was enough of a chore... We are simply thankful that some guards were actually willing to serve Us after Our takeover."

"I'm just thankful that we stopped Magical Mystery Cure from happening..."

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing. Well, Celestia may not have a grave for you to dance on, but will you accept sex in her bed as the next best petty substitute?"

That put a wicked grin on her face. You know, that evil kind, but... 'good', this time. With a few precise adjustments of her magic, the active, breathable clothing she wore for outdoor activity was removed from her body and cast aside with little regard. "Yes... That sounds most adequate. We are positive that she will not mind."

After she takes the first sultry steps towards you, you meet her half-way to finish her thought. Your lips meet once again, slower, more gently this time. Savoring the oral embrace of your lover, you run a hand down her neck, stroking affectionately. She responds by rearing up on her hind legs, throwing her arms around the back of your neck to take your head in her firm, but loving grasp. It felt pretty nice to be the object of her affection. She's a beautiful, powerful mare, she knows what she wants, and what she wants, she gets.

A few more moans, and a few more smacks of your lips later, the kiss breaks. Moony retains her position, though, you feel her hoof mimicking the ministrations you did to her. Not quite the same feeling that digits like yours could accomplish, but it's the thought that counts. You have nowhere else to look but into those deep, glowing turquoise eyes of hers. Those slitted pupils of hers, that royally purple eye shadow... She's a natural predator, using sex appeal as her deadly weapon. Tonight, you would be her fortunate prey. As long as you could just keep losing yourself in those stunning eyes, you were most definitely okay with that.

"...a moment..." You're snapped from your semi-trance with the tail-end of whatever she had just said.

The slightest bit of disappointment hits you as you feel her hooves slide away from and leave your shoulder. "Wha... Is something-?"

"No," she stops you, with a look of gentle reassurance. "Tonight, We would like there to be no more masks between us... We have already made that mistake once by invading your dreams. We should be so much closer than that."

This only confuses you. Is she still feeling guilty about that or something? "Luna, what are you talking about?" 

Bringing up your hand to caress her cheek, she trembles at the touch before finding the strength to bring her hoof up and gently guide your hand away. "You shall see," she whispers softly.

Before you can question further, Nightmare Moon takes a step back. Tilting her head back, she closes her eyes and takes a breath. Her long black horn begins to shine as she channels magic through it. The shining light begins at the tip, but then works its way down, and suddenly, the black alicorn's entire body is illuminated in magic. Only her basic shape is retained as you try to see what's happening to her, but the standing so close, the brightness is making it difficult for you to look directly at her. Shining like her brightest star, you now have to look completely in the other direction to avoid incinerating your corneas. After a moment, the gradual departure of any extra ambient lighting in the room tells you that it's probably safe to look now.

"Jesus, Luna! What was that all ab-"

You look to where she was standing, but see no one... until you look just slightly more downwards. In place of your previous tall, dark, and beautiful mare now stood... Well, a shorter, still dark, and still beautiful mare, instead. Her mane, while still ethereal, looked slightly different, more defined along the edges and deeper blue. So was her coat, what was once jet black hair was now a midnight blue. The colour scheme of her cutie mark was also a subject to change, no longer a cyan moon on a purple ink splotch, but rather a white moon on a darker blue ink splotch.

Just like that, Nightmare Moon had... changed? Taking a deep breath, she opens her eyes, though now they weren't slitted or glowing, and were now teal, instead. Sensing that you were probably caught off-guard by this stunning development, she sheds some light on what you were likely trying to immediately figure out in front of you. "'Tis a rather old shape-shifting spell We picked up from an even older dalliance that We shared with an ancient changeling monarch. It requires surprisingly little magic to perform and maintain."

Her voice isn't that deep, sultry, even deliciously and femininely menacing voice that you knew her to have. This one sounds younger, yet also touched with age and experience. An oxymoron, sure, but it makes sense in your head. "So... wait, your body before..."

"A mask that We created a thousand years ago. A symbol. An icon." Her head hangs in disappointment. "The purpose of it was to remind Us of our new identity, Our new standing. Old weaknesses discarded as We assume control with Our new form, no longer just the weak, unimportant 'other' sister..." She looks back up to you with a hardened, self-assured look. "...And it worked. No one cared who We were until We put on the mask."

That's where you nearly choke right there. It takes every fibre of your being pulling in the opposite direction to get you to not ask her that since she pulled that mask off, if she'll die, if getting caught was part of her plan, or what the next step of her master plan is. Moony had already threatened you multiple times for making references to stupid shit from your world that she wouldn't understand, so now was definitely not the time.

There is no doubt about it, though. This silly little mare is still the self-conscious, approval-starved Nightmare Moon you loved, oh yes, that's for sure. You really didn't want to get into this 'personal therapist' thing right before sex, but you suppose it's kind of your job now. Kneeling down, you place a comforting hand on her shoulder. Who knew that deep down inside the scary black Night Mare was actually a cute, rather harmless-looking pony girl? 

"Listen, Luna, I still lov-"

You can't even finish your sentence before you are pushed backwards onto the floor. Like, with her hooves, HARD. Holy SHIT, that hurts. Did she forget that you're as soft as bruised fruit right now?

Luna looks down to you, her face is unimpressed. "Has thou forgotten thy place, KNAVE?!"

Oh dear. Your initial assessment of this 'new' Luna may have been a bit off.

Her face comes close to yours, that hard scowl still etched on it. "We were under the impression that your elevation in status to the Royal Boyfriend would result in fornication most pleasurable." Her hot breath kisses your neck, and you find yourself trembling, both in arousal and fear, but mostly fear. "Were We mistaken?"

You take back all of your preconceived notions, this Luna is definitely still menacing. "N-no, Luna, not at all, I jus-"

"Our PROPER title! We are your ruler, and you shall address Us as such!"

Oh jeez, you actually flinched, there. "Queen Nightmare Moon, yes, I'm sorry, I just thought that you-"

You are cut off by a hard scoff by Her Majesty, "We do not want to hear thy bumbling apologies, and do not THINK, peasant. It is not thy strong suit."

Oh wow, now she's insulting you? Where the hell is this coming from? This new Nightmare Moon is mean...er than usual...

Suddenly, she presents a lone hoof towards you, adorned with a sparkling shoe like that of which she wore with her last body. Looking up, the snarl has morphed into something a bit more familiar, "Nay, thy talents lie... elsewhere. Make good of your position and disrobe Us." She growls, licking her lips slowly. "We hunger, Anonymous. Do not delay Our feast."

Ahhhh... there she is.

It would be unwise to keep your Queen/girlfriend/potential murderer waiting for too long. Time to get to work.

Doing your best to ignore the pain, you sit up and bring yourself into a kneeling stance. An errant glance at her face tells you that she likes the fact that you're catching on. Gently, you place her offered hoof into your hand, and with the other, you slide her expensive decorative hoofwear from her gracious blue form. Setting it aside on the floor, you bring your face closer to the hoof. After giving the underside a massage, you bring your lips in and give it a kiss.

She purrs, "Mmmm..." 

So she likes being treated like something precious. Go fucking figure. Looking up, you can confirm that she is indeed smiling. Genuinely, non-evilly smiling. Damn, someone stop the presses.

She retracts her kissed hoof and offers you the other one. Following suit with your previous example, the other shoe comes off and finds a place on the floor next to its quadruplet. Bringing your two thumbs to the underside of her hoof, you press down, massaging the frog of it. The sharp intake of breath above you gives you the feeling that you're doing something right. Finishing up the quick rub, you lean forward and plant a kiss on this one, as well.

Instead of retracting it right away, you're surprised to feel her affectionately run her hoof along your face. Looking up, you see that smile of contentment on her younger looking face. "Most obedient..." She croons. Her hoof makes its way below your chin, holding there, and then, a small kiss meets your lips. Nothing too lustful... not yet, anyway.

After pulling back, she appears to expedite the rest of the process by simply kicking off her rear two shoes. Well, you suppose that's another way of doing it. With no small amount of grace, Nightmare Moon treads over to her bed in a very lady-like manner, swaying her feminine pony hips the entire way over. Oh yes, that's definitely getting your attention. Climbing onto her bed, she flops onto her back, immediately giving you a shot of her goods. Damn, she wants to get straight to business.

She beckons you forth with a gesture with her hoof, and as obedient as you are, you heed her call, frantically shedding your clothing as fast as you can before you reach the bed. You almost tripped and fell flat on your face, but you did it. Honestly, that's the fastest you've ever undressed, and how appropriate, given the situation. Being about to sexually pleasure a powerful, impatient demigoddess Queen of the Moon and all of Equestria warranted such effort.

As you regain your composure, you take a moment to really take in the sight before you of Nightmare splayed out on the bed. She looked kind of comical in an adorable sort of way. On her back, her limbs had nowhere to go but up. Just a reminder that these may be magical talking horses you're dealing with, they're still definitely horses. Cute posture aside, her area down below indicates how she really feels as she winks for you. She must be thinking some dirty thoughts as she eyes you up like a piece of very fuckable meat. Her 'true' body awaits your touch as it silently begs release from a one thousand, four hundred and ninety three year curse of celibacy. Time to lift that curse.

You bend forward and bring your face closer to ground zero. Sweet Jesus, she's definitely turned on, you can feel the heat radiating from her all the way from here. Getting a closer look starts to send some of your own blood down south. Her dark blue lips twitch ever so slightly, dripping with natural mare lube, crying out to be touched. You're suddenly overcome with curiosity as to how this Nightmare Moon tastes compares to the 'old' Nightmare Moon. Placing your tongue at the base, you slowly bring it upward, savoring the taste of the moon pony. Her groans of relief reassure you that you're doing the right thing. Reaching the apex of her marehood, you focus your point of attack on her weak point. Locating her sacred clitoris wasn't difficult, you've read plenty of smutty fanfiction to get the gist of it. With a swirling motion of your flexible oral muscle, you lavish her love button with all the attention it deserves. The spasms of her hips, and restrained bucking motions upward are a strong indication to 'PLEASE KEEP DOING THAT THING'.

You've more or less tuned out the loud moans and shouts to focus entirely on your work. "OHHH YES! YES!!" 

Damn, she gets real loud when her motor's running... Maybe it's just a side effect from not getting laid in over a millennium? Still, if she doesn't keep it down, she's gonna-

"Your Highness! Is everythin-"

"BEGONE!!!"

You don't even have the time to bring your head up from out of her crotch to visually register what just happened, but from the sound of the doors being kicked open, and the voice of the guards being quickly drowned out with a loud explosion of magic paints a pretty clear picture. Shit, you hope you didn't just indirectly kill a poor guard via angry, horny queen cunnilingus.

Your tongue's strokes become heavier as you move in for the kill. Though she reaches her peak shortly after, her thighs clasp around your head, squeezing you firmly into her groin. Oh fuck, it feels like she's actually going to Xenia Onatopp you to death. Her powerful mare muscles take in your tongue as if it were a cock, trying to milk it for its nonexistent payload. You struggle between oxygen and marecum as you desperately take in both through your mouth and nose, with her loud screams of ecstasy drowning out your drowning.

To your relief, her toned, powerful thighs release your captive head from their grasp, and both of you pant heavily, though for very different reasons. While you're thankful to still be alive and unsmothered, Luna has a hoof to her chest and the dopiest grin plastered on her face. Poor girl must have really needed that.

"That... That was... wonderful, Anonymous... Now, please..." She spreads her thighs for you once more. "Please... plant your seed within Us..."

If you were a more analytic man, you would decode that request for some insight into Luna's psyche, or at the very least, become enlightened as to what is possibly her fetish. But you're not an analytic man, nor an expert, or even novice in the field of psychology. You're just a very horny male with a very hard penis. 

Luna's dopey grin is contagious, and you ready yourself to take the plunge. With her rear legs in your hands, you line up your diamond-like member with her warm, soaking entrance. The sensation sends you to an alternate dimension completely dominated by bliss and euphoria as her vaginal muscles clamp down on you. She may be an older lady of several thousands of years old... but Gods above, it feel like she's never been used before. Now it was your turn to make those funny, pleasurable noises. No guards would be barging in to come to your rescue, though, you think.

Further and further you sink yourself into her, until you can go no more. Feeling her contract and squeeze you is even better than your wildest dreams, and you've already been there, so you can say that with confidence. Still buried deep inside her, you move her legs apart so you can position your body over top of hers. Face to face, you can see how flushed she is, eyes half-lidded and slack jawed, she's just too adorable in this form, and you can't help but stroke the side of her face.

"A-Anonymous... We have waited so long for this..."

"I know." 

Smooth one, Han. Coming off quick from the rebound, you place a swift kiss on her cheek. "You've worked so hard for this... Enjoy it..." Another kiss, the other cheek. "...My Queen."

That, as well as a well-timed thrust from you elicits a well-earned moan from the Mare of the Stars. Her arms and legs wrap around your shoulders and hips as you keep up your rhythm, wrapping her in your own embrace. Her raspy, ragged breaths are certainly bolstering your self-confidence. Holding her tightly, you bury your face in the deliciously warm neck of hers. Honestly, you wanted to get some of her mane in your face, too, but it just didn't seem to be physically going for it. It pretty much just phased through when you went for it, like some kind of ghost-mane. Whatever, the crook of her neck will do just fine.

You feel her warm, furry muzzle doing the same to you. Continuously pounding your mare, you wanted to say something nice like "I love you" or something situation-appropriate like that, but now it seems you've caught the incomprehensible gibberish bug, too. Fucking Luna must have given you that babbling bullshit. 

Fucking. Luna. Adjectives and verbs, Dohohoho.

You feel Nightmare's passage twitch, and clamp down on you once again, as well as the slightest bit of warm drool on your shoulder, but it feels so good, though. "M-Moony? I'm so close..." At least you managed to get THAT out.

You hear no response, other than her near-constant moans and breaths. She's so out of it, fucked into an orgasmic hysteria. Nightmare mumbles something, but as expected, it's just gibberish. Focusing as much as you could, you think you could decipher the words "inside" and "make me a mother again..." Though you're pretty sure she knows that your alien human spunk is incompatible with her magic moon goddess horse ovaries...

...You'd be more than happy to indulge her fantasy, anyways.

Calling upon what little strength you have left, you hoist your pony girlfriend upwards, having her wrapped completely in your arms, and you in hers. With new positioning, she spreads her legs out further, allowing you deepest entry as possible. Knowing your end is within reach, you squeeze her hard, and bury yourself as far as you can.

Like a great pressure being relieved from you, you feel several hot spurts of your seed being sprayed deep into the horse goddess, covering her cervix. Both you and her keep your grip on one another, riding the sweet release. After what feels like an eternity, you feel as though your balls have just emptied a gallon of sperm.

...Not even in your wildest dreams.

It's tough finding the energy, and you'd much rather just remain inside of Luna, but you work up the strength and will to slowly pull yourself out of her. There's a slight *pop*, and a small trail of white leaking from her well-loved marehood. With a thumb, you trace it back upwards, ensuring all of it stays within Nightmare Moon's love canal. She coos slightly as she feels you do this, probably feeling like a well-bred mare.

The next few moments are a bit blurry as the afterglow puts you in state of complete and utter stupification, but you somehow find yourself beneath the Solar-themed bedsheets while Luna lays next to you in cuddling position. 

After a great sigh of contentment, she gives you a kiss. "Thank you, Anonymous. You are a very good royal boyfriend. It has been so long since We have felt like this. We feel like... like..."

Her eyes drift as she tries to find the words. You'll help. 

"A super lady?"

Momentarily, you see her brow scrunch just a bit, as if to tell you 'no, that's stupid, Anonymous.' But then, it relaxes, and she smiles. "Yes... We feel like a very 'super' lady, indeed."

You smile back at her. If it was good enough for her, then it was good enough for you. Wrapping your arms around her, you place her head on your chest, ready to drift off for an early-morning nap.

The ponies of Equestria just don't know what kind of mare they have, here.

Their loss.




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