The Night's Master

by Sneaky

First published

Anonymous defends his honor. Clop containing dom Anon and sub Nightmare Moon.

Anonymous is lost, cold, and quite literally fucked. He has no clothes or any idea of where he is, and seems to have met with a quite unfriendly thousand-year-old horse goddess. What does he do, then, when this perverted mare not only attempts to sexually violate him, but also insults his pride?

Simple. He does it to her first.

WARNING. CONTAINS: Semi-consensual sex and domination.

Originally posted on the Submission is Mandatory thread on /mlp/. Original paste can be found here, as well as an extra non-clop, kinda-sorta-epilogue scene that I decided to leave out of this version. Be advised, it's in greentext and unrevised.

By the way, Myyyystery wrote a fic apparently inspired by this one. Give it a read!

This Night is Yours

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You are Anon, and right now, you’re naked and afraid™.

No, but really, you’re cold as fuck right now. You just spent the last few hours wandering naked through a forest, with no fucking clue where you are. All you know is that it’s nighttime, and you’re sure you keep hearing screaming.

It sounds like little girls. Which is kind of scary, to be honest.

Almost all of the horror movies you’ve ever watched have starred a possessed little girl running around screaming at people.

Luckily, you’ve taken refuge in what seems to be an abandoned castle.

...

You sit upon what appears to be an altar, with your back to some kind of shrine at the top. If you were to guess, it looks like a misguided attempt at a model of the solar system.

If you’re correct in your assumption, however, you’re not sure what the little gem symbols etched into the “planets” are supposed to be.

A breeze comes in through one of the many open windows in the castle. You hug yourself and shiver. All you can do is take solace in the fact that at least the stone under your butt has warmed up.

“Ahh, the Elements of Harmony… It seems I’ve gotten to them first…”

You snap to attention and turn your head towards the source of the voice, only to see what looks like a blue, sparkling mist floating around. You stare in stunned silence as the cloud takes the form of a large, dark horse. With wings. And a horn. And armor. And talks and is apparently magical.

Probably the strangest part, though, is that she hasn’t seen you yet. You’re gonna guess it’s a she because of the voice.

She approaches the shrine, coming close to one of the rocks—or elements, you guess. That’s what you heard her say, right?

“And to think, these are what sealed me away for so long… These artifacts, with so much potential power…”

Her horn glows, and an aura surrounds one of the “elements.” It floats into the air next to the talking armor horse.

“...and so easily destroyed.”

It’s now that you choose to act. You jump up, point a finger, and scream at the top of your lungs:

“Holy shit a talking horse!”

“Eep!”

In her surprise, she lets the rock drop. It hits the ground with a loud clack! She sees you, and the two of you freeze. You stare at each other for a few long moments.

Finally, she’s the first to speak up. “Who are you?! What are you doing here?!”

Your brain seizes up. “I… uh…”

You begin muttering incomprehensibly, unable to take your eyes off the really scary horse. You feel as if your heart is trying to escape from its confines. Adrenaline courses through your veins. A primal instinct kicks in, forcing you to make the decision ingrained into the DNA of all human beings since the dawn of man’s existence.

Fight, or flight.

Fight, or flight?

Fight.

You let out a war cry and charge the horse, fists flailing wildly. Immediately a beam of light shoots out of her horn and hits you directly in the chest. You’re blown back by the force, landing on the ground in a crumpled heap as you struggle to regain your breath.
Ohh gawd, you can’t breathe!

Sweet baby Jesus this feels like the time you fell off the swingset when you were four.

The horse calmly trots toward you, eying you curiously.

Panic! Flight!

Your first instinct is to jump to your feet, but seeing as how you have no supply of oxygen going to your blood, you attempt to crawl away. A tingling sensation grabs hold of your foot. You glance back to see a sparkling blue aura surround your heel.

You’re dragged backwards by an unbeatable force. You, however, aren’t going to give up that easily.

The sickening sound of nails on stone echoes around the near-empty castle. You open your mouth to scream, “Nooooooooo!” but only end up wheezing and gasping some more.

The horse speaks in a lilting, yet authoritative tone. “Calm yourself, strange creature. I only wish to inspect you.”

You stop flailing, but not because she told you to. You’re simply waiting until you can regain your breath before you spring your final attack. You lie on your stomach, playing dead while she looks down at you.

“Hmm, you are a rather strange specimen… You barely have any fur on you. Why is that?”

She receives no reply. Acting dead, after all.

Something cold presses against your back. You think it’s her hoof, but you’re not sure. Hooves are warm, aren’t they? Or maybe she’s wearing some kind of horse shoes.

You suddenly feel something warm on your back. You hear some sniffing, and realize that it’s her breath. She’s smelling you.

...You suppose that’s actually not so weird, considering she’s a horse.

You get goosebumps as her nose traces its way up your spine. Her muzzle digs into your hair, and she takes a long inhale. “Mm…” she hums, “you smell earthy, like a stallion. It has been a long time since I have seen a stallion…”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that sounded sexual. But you know better. Horses aren’t for sexual… right?

She moves from your hair down your spine again, making sure to press her snout into your back muscles. When she comes to your lower back, you feel a tingle run up your spine.

...and a little bit in your dick.

“A sturdy frame… Quite defined, as well.”

Okay, this is getting a little weird.

You hear the clatter of metal hitting the ground. You peek one of your eyes open, and see one of her horse shoes lying next to your head.

...at least that’s what you assume it is. You think you saw her wearing it.

You nearly blow your cover when one of her hooves touches your butt.

“A rather firm, supple—cease your clenching, creature.”

You stop clenching your ass cheeks, and allow her to continue poking your butt. You don’t like this.

You’re starting to get hard.

You definitely don’t like this.

You may as well get up now, right? She seems to know that you’re awake anyway, so you could totally try attacking her now. Still, you won’t have the element of surprise on your side anymore, and from what you’ve seen, this is a pretty powerful magic horse.

Maybe if you—

You’re interrupted from your thoughts by the feeling of this horse jabbing her nose into your perineum, followed by a loud inhale.

“Woah, woah, woah!” you shout with a start, scrambling to your feet. “I-I’m not comfortable with you doing that!”

She stares at you for a for a few moments, her cat eyes “But the smell of musk is rather strong down there,” she argues, now looking at you a bit differently. Her cheeks have gone from night blue to red, and her tail flicks from side to side.

“Yeaaahh, but I’m not so sure I’m comfortable being molested by a horse.”

She smirks, revealing her jagged teeth.

“Really? A part of you seems to betray your true feelings in the matter,” she says, pointedly looking downwards.

You follow her eyes, and find that little Anon has decided to perk up for this event.

Your cheeks heat up, and you attempt to hide your arousal with your hands. “Th-that’s because you stuck your nose into my prostate, you perv!”

Despite your protests, the horse inches forward, eyes fixated on your growing member.

You try your hardest to force it down, but try as you might, you’re met with little cooperation. You give a sheepish smile. “So, if you don’t mind, I really have to get going—”

“You have no choice in the matter.”

There’s a rush of air and the flapping of wings. You attempt to run, but are knocked down from behind. The mare lands on you, and after pinning you down to the floor, releases just enough pressure to flip you onto your back.

Oh gawd, you’re being raped.

...By a giant, magical talking horse nonetheless.

The best part of it all? Your dick is now almost at full size.

Traitor!

She licks her lips greedily, eyeing your throbbing member as if it were a prize. Helpless, all you do is offer one last rebuttal:

“Please don’t use teeth.”

She grins evilly. “Ahh, it has been so long since I’ve felt the touch of a stallion! I have awaited this moment for too long! It is time I experienced a meaty cock filling me up from the inside…” She neighs excitedly. “Aside from taking over Equestria, this will be the greatest twenty seconds in over a thousand years!”

wat

She gives your penis a lick from bottom to top with her long, broad tongue, but you don’t respond. Your mind is stuck on three words.

“What did you say?”

She doesn’t respond, now lining up her pink slit with your rod.

You begin to shake. “D-Did you just say ‘greatest twenty seconds’?”

The head of your cock begins to slide into her winking lips. You don’t care. Your vision is red, everything is red, red, RED!

“You bitch!

A haymaker is delivered straight to the side of her face She reels back, momentarily blindsided by your falcon punch.
You take this chance to sidesweep her onto her back.

“Twenty seconds?! That’s c̳̲̤̞̻̓ͮͯͣḥ̡͙̜̖̤͔ͫi̶̢͓̖̺̼̥ͨ͗͂ͦ̂̒̿̂̕ͅl̵̤̭̤̝̺͔̦̚d̢͍̭̯̩̠̖̗͍̣̎̈́̓͛'̯̹̳̟̪̅̾́̿̐̋͘͟s͈̯̺͙̭̙͎̾ͥͫͧ̄͟ ̢̎͗̑̊͏̣̬̜̘͎ͅp̲͓͓̙̼͇̭̅͗͞ͅͅl̼̦̖͗̌a̸̢̫̩̱ͯ̚ͅỵ̨͙̞̞̆͒ͫͬ͝!̶̨̟̱̼̼̫̝̟͂ͫͦ̉̍̿ͥͨ͊”

You rear back for another punch, but she manages to clip you with a hoof before you do so.

“I will make you see stars, foolish knave!” she shouts, bruising your eye with another punch.

You elect to head butt her, your wounded pride forcing you to fight through the pain as your head collides with her metal helmet. You’re successful in that attempt as the helmet snaps in two and falls off of her head; however, your forehead is now bleeding, and despite how mad you are, that little stunt made you really dizzy.

She manages to roll you back over, and her horn charges up with magical energy. “You dare strike the Princess of the Night?! I shall teach you never to challenge the power of Nightmare Moon!”

She thrusts her sharp horn directly towards your face. You manage to dodge it at the last moment, but unfortunately end up sacrificing your shoulder. Powerful magic rushes into your body from her horn; you scream in agony, the electrifying current causing your body to spasm.

She cackles madly. “You’ll pay the price for your disobedience!”

She thinks she has you.

She thinks she’s won.

But she has another thing coming.

You grab her horn with both hands, and her pupils suddenly shrink in size. Her formerly-powerful legs turns to jelly, and the jolts of electricity become much weaker.

Oh! Stars, I-I’m sensitive!”

You take this chance to pull her horn out of your shoulder. She starts to moan as it slides out, but you karate chop it short.

“Hi-yah!”

You kick her straight in the babymaker, and then again in the stomach. The force sends her flying off of you, blood flying from her nose as she careens through the air and hits the ground

Didn’t you chop her in the neck?

She lies on her side, dazed for the moment. You seize the opportunity and hop on her back, causing her to suddenly snap to.

“What are you doing?! Get off of me!”

She stands to her full height—a good five feet off the ground—and immediately begins bucking like a wild bronco. You hang onto her barrel for dear life.

At some point, you realize that her mane is tangible. You grab a lock of hair in each hand and pull.

She tries to look back to see what you’re doing, but you just keep directing her with your improvised reins. “Augh! What is—what are—keep doing that…”

“You don’t tell me what to do! I’m the boss, and I’m doing this because I want to!”

You sit up on her back. Then, digging your heels into her sides, you yell, “Giddy up!”

She simply falls onto her stomach, her legs splayed out in all directions. You see an opportunity: grabbing the base of her tail, you yank upwards, causing the scent of fresh arousal to waft into the air and fill your nostrils.

The realization that this is a horse only briefly registers with you. It’s quickly drowned out by the fact that you need to teach this horse a cold, hard lesson.

Nobody insults your manhood.

You slap the moon painted on her ass, satisfaction flowing through your body as you watch it jiggle. “Who’s your master, you filthy animal?” you shout into her ear.

“You are, creature!” she replies in kind. “You’re my master!”

You shake your head. “My name is Anonymous. To you, I am Master Anonymous, or Master for short. Is that clear?”

You slap her again, harder this time. A red handprint forms over the crescent moon.

She howls, but gives no response. You slap her again.

“Do I make myself clear?!”

“Yes! Yes, Master Anonymous!”

You hike her tail up even higher. She’s making all sorts of noises now. You lean in close to her ear, your hand still on her tail, and whisper, “I am going to fuck you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’ll plow you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. I’m going to pound you so hard and fast that every morning, when you wake up and feel your sore, stretched out pussy, you’ll think of me. When you’re knocked up like the filthy whore you are, you’ll think about how I fucked you senseless and turned you into my personal cumdumpster… and you’ll remember the lesson I taught you.”

You accentuate each word with a yank on her tail: “Never. Insult. Master. Anonymous. Do you understand?”

Her only response is to start shaking and release a torrent of fluids from her backside. As she does this, her mouth opens wide, and she releases a silent scream.

She collapses on the floor, tongue lolled out. You shake your head.

“You stupid animal. We’re not done here, not ‘til I’m through.”

You get on your knees and position yourself behind her. Her pink slit winks furiously, her inner walls still tightening up from her orgasm. You grab your dick and stick the tip into her entrance. She immediately perks up, whinnying excitedly and tapping her hooves on the cold cobblestone floor.

You give one last victorious shout: “I’ll show you what twenty seconds is, you filthy horse!”

And then you take the plunge.

You show no mercy, roughly and completely burying yourself inside of her on your first thrust. She clenches up, obviously still sensitive from her orgasm, and lets out a pained groan.

You simply laugh. “Enjoy it while you can, sister. I’m just barely getting started.”

Twenty seconds comes and goes, and you’re still pumping in and out of her. Every thrust is fast and powerful; you bury your dick inside of her until your hips meet, then pull halfway out and force it back in. She rocks back and forth with the rhythm, giving adorable squeaks every time you hilt inside of her.

“Y-You… You certainly have stamina to spare,” she says in between thrusts. “Should you last another ten seconds…”

A fresh wave of anger flows through you at the comment. “Another ten seconds?!” You grab a fistful of mane and yank backwards. You think you see a tear; you pull again. “What the fuck did I just say to you?!”

“You… I… You—Augh!” She cums again suddenly, her shouts being loud enough to echo around the room from the pain and pleasure overload. You, for your part, continue to fuck her senseless, completely unperturbed by the fact that she just came for the second time today.

It takes those fateful ten seconds for her to finally come down from her orgasm. Her eyes widen, and a brief bout of panic flitters across her face as she finally begins to realize that you’re going to last a lot longer than twenty seconds.

You simply snort, giving her an extra hard thrust that nearly sends her face into the stone floor.

After fifteen minutes of hard, relentless fucking, she has her third orgasm. It’s at this point that her shouts turn to whimpers, and she looks back at you pleadingly.

“M-Master… I don’t—” a rather hard thrust interrupts her mid-sentence, “I d-don’t think I can—can take it anymore, M-Master…”

You laugh. “Are you serious? You’re pathetic. I’m not even close.”

Her whimpers increase in volume. “But, M-Master—”

“I said—” You groan. “—you were being punished. Now shut up and—unf—take your punishment like the whore you are.”

She says nothing more, but her cries and whimpers only grow in frequency and intensity as you go on. She slams down on the floor, cracking the cobblestone with her bare hoof. She sticks pieces of her royal garment into her mouth and bites them in half, the sad remnants of her platinum armor littering the area around you.

Something tells you that this should scare you, but you push those thoughts away. You’re in control here. She’s your plaything to do with as you please.

You begin to feel the familiar tightening of her inner walls, the contractions she has as her body prepares for another orgasm. With how sensitive she is, she lasts only a few minutes this time.

She takes one last look back at you. “Please… have mercy.”

Your eyes run over her details. Starting from her moist, pink eyes, matted fur makes trails down her cheeks. She stifles her whimpers as she stares at you, grimacing every time you push yourself inside of her.

Your hands move to the bases of her wings. You grab both of them, and use them as support to fuck her even harder.

As soon as your hands touch her wings, you see it. Her cat-like pupils contract until they’re practically slivers. Her mouth hangs open, and her pained moans cease. Her body trembles madly, and she clamps down on your dick to the point where you can barely move. She opens her mouth wide, and lets out her loudest scream yet. This one causes the ground to rumble, toppling over all sorts of antique items and causing splinter cracks to form in the walls, floor, and ceiling of the castle. You have to cover your ears to keep them from bursting. Through it all, she pushes backwards into you, trying to force you as deeply as possible into her tight folds.

And then, it all stops. Her brain shuts down from the sensory overload, and she collapses. You sit there, still balls deep inside of her, shocked at the turn of events. You look around at all the destruction the two of you caused.

You look at the limp mare you’ve been plowing for the past twenty minutes. Different parts of her face, as well as all her limbs, twitch at random. Suddenly, all that master-slave pretext is lost on you.

You just fucked a girl into submission, and then raped her until she passed out. All because she said you wouldn’t last long.

“Well, fuck.”

Nevertheless, you continue fucking her breathing, yet still body. It takes another five minutes or so for you to finish. Your first stream of cum is deposited safely into her womb; after this, you pull out and splurt the rest of your load all over her backside.

You find a comfy spot beside her, and wrap your arms around her midsection. Despite her being a tad bit bigger than you, you manage to spoon her. Two hooves move to rest atop your hands. You smile, and kiss the horse on the top of the head.

You awake about ten minutes later to your little spoon shuffling around. You open your eyes to find the dark figure staring at you intently.

Is she… mad? Excited? Aroused? You really can’t tell.

“You… bested me.” she says in a completely flat tone.

“Uh… Yeah.”

“You dominated me, even with all my power and many millennia of wisdom.” Her jaw drops as the reality begins to hit her. “...and you lasted longer than twenty seconds.”

“Uh, huh,” you say, nodding your head. “That’s a good thing, right?”

“I clearly underestimated you.” Her lips contort into a lopsided grin. “That… That was truly exceptional. By far my best rut ever! I have never once been made ‘the bitch’ before!”

Her jaw drops again. “Are you… a sex god?”

You’re about to offer a rebuttal, but then a smile begins to find its way onto your own face. You chuckle, scratching the back of your head.

“Heh, heh… I’d like to think so…”

“With our combined powers, imagine what we can accomplish!” she exclaims excitedly. “Our conquests would not be limited only to Equestria! We could rule the world, you and I!”

Somehow, even with all those sharp teeth and those snake-like eyes, she looks absolutely adorable.

She’s a horse, though.

...Yeah, it’s a little late for that now.

Her excitement is contagious. You smile.

“Yeah, that sounds pretty cool. I could definitely go for ruling the world.” You tilt your head. “What did you say your name was?”

“I am Nightmare Moon, Princess of the Night, former and future ruler of Equestria!”

“Cool. I’m Anonymous.” You put a hand out. “Although, I think you already know that.”

She blushes and averts her eyes from yours, choosing to look at your hand. She stares for a moment, and then places her hoof in your open palm.

“Yes. A pleasure to meet you, Mas—Anonymous.”

You shake her hoof. She seems a little surprised by the foreign gesture, but shares a smile with you all the same.

Suddenly, a door bursts open.

“Ah hah! We’ve found you, Nightmare!”

A purple unicorn, much smaller than the dark blue horse next to you, storms into the room, followed by a group of five other colorful horses with wings and horns and whatnot.

“Step away from the Elements, before—before…” She sniffs the air, then notices the two of you still lying naked together in a pool of sex juices.

She blushes. “I… Um…”

The rest of the horses walk in, and all have similar reactions; except for the pink one with curly hair.

“Woah! Nopony told me it was gonna be this kind of party!”

“You will never defeat me!” Nightmare shouts, attempting to clamber to her hooves. She manages to get her ass all of halfway off the ground before collapsing. “I… ngh… Cursed legs! Help me, Anonymous!”

You look back and forth between the scene before you and the horses watching.

“Uh… Round two, anyone?”