Shot 1-A Soothing Nightmare
The moon hung in full over the night sky, shining down upon the low-hanging canopy of the Everfree forest. At the base of a mountain sat a young colt, staring with great trepidation into the mouth of a cave. He had come here on a stupid dare, and already he was starting to regret it. There was still a chance to turn back, but he didn't want all his friends to make fun of him for copping out at the last second. So he took a deep breath and prepared to most likely lose his life.
Though not striking, he was a respectably pretty colt. Knock was his name. Very young, barely more than a teen, and still rather small. A thestral he was, with a modest grey coat supplemented by darker grey wings. His long mane, though dark, was much more vibrant than his coat, sporting a rich blue color sharply contrasted by two large locks of bright red that he had dyed himself. His eyes were a pale but shiny orange hue, his pupils the standard diamond shape one would expect out of a batpony. On his flank was a cutie mark of a glass bottle filled with a bright red dye. His body was very slim and feminine, and he didn't so much look like a colt as he did a mare with a touch of masculinity. And nervous sweat was streaming down said mare-like body.
Knock looked up at the mountain the cave belonged to and gulped. His stomach, already tight, began to tie itself in enough knots to keep a hangpony's noose from coming undone. He was almost certain he would meet his fate in this cavern, but at the very least, he probably deserved it for being stupid enough to go in there on a dare. There wasn't really any turning back. So, with dread highlighting his every move, he stepped into the cavern.
On the inside, though hard to see, it was not as pitch-black as it looked from the entrance. Perhaps it was because his batpony heritage made him a friend of the dark, but either way, Knock was grateful for the ability to see. The cave was not as nearly big of a maze as he would have thought. In fact, it wasn't a maze at all. Though the path twisted and turned every which way, the only split it ever had contained two paths that curved back around onto the same road. Though dark and damp, it was surprisingly peaceful. Very quiet, and not a hint of anyone else around. To Knock's major surprise, he found himself enjoying this. It was soothing, peaceful. It relaxed him, calming him from his previous dread-heavy state. There was no variation in the cave, no confusing or creepy aspects. Just nice, calm quiet.
At least, that's what it seemed like at first. But after about fifteen minutes of enjoying his journey of walking down one lane, he saw a light. A faint, orange glow. Normally, he would high-tail it out of there, but in his relaxed state, he felt a bit cocky, and the thought of running didn't cross his mind. The light couldn't be far, maybe a hundred feet at most—"God, I'm so good at perceiving shit," Knock drawled to himself—and he could easily get to it. He set out on a trot towards the light.
At about seventy feet, he began to make the glow out as a fire.
At fifty, he could see a figure behind it.
At forty, he saw it was a pony.
And when he reached the fire, that was when the thought of running finally crossed his mind.
For there, a few yards behind the fire, in all her dark, serpentine, demonlike glory, was Nightmare Moon.
Knock wanted to run. Really, he did. But all of a sudden, his hooves couldn't figure out how to work. When he tried to back out of the room, all he could do was scrabble about before tumbling to the floor with a cry, sending up a huge cloud of dust. Knock let out an audible whimper of fear as his frantic brain tried and failed to get his body back up. All he was able to do was look over at Nightmare Moon from his position on the ground, his breathing fast and his eyes wide in terror, the blood freezing in his veins.
She wasn't moving. Even after walking right into her and making all that noise, she hadn't moved an inch. All she was doing was staring at hi—
No, she even wasn't doing that. Her eyes weren't even open. She was asleep!
A wave of disbelief crashed over Knock as his eyes widened even further—for a different reason now. "What the...?!" he mumbled to himself as stared at the demon. All that racket hadn't woken her up? How?! Knock couldn't even be terrified. He was simply dumbfounded that she was able to sleep through him literally screaming and kicking while he forgot how to walk.
No wonder she always wanted it to be night.
As Knock stared at the sleeping mare, his amazement slowly gave way to another bout of curiosity, and he slowly, carefully, found his feet. Despite her ability to sleep through that, the colt was still wary, and made sure to be meticulous and quiet as he made his way over to Nightmare Moon.
The mare's armor was completely gone, exposing her entire body. She had no more star-filled ethereal mane and tail, only long, sweeping—and rather beautiful—dark blue hair in place of them. Outside of that, she looked exactly like she always did. Dark fur, tall, moon cutie mark, serpentine eyes, the whole nine yards. Wow, Knock thought to himself, She's actually really pretty! The thestral moved in to get a closer look at her face...
And slipped once again.
Before he could even process what was happening, Knock crashed full force into Nightmare Moon's sleeping side. It didn't even hurt, for she was almost like a cushion. She seemed to be incredibly well-fed, almost like a noble. Her fur was somehow short but glossy at the same time, not so much black as it was a very dark, very rich purple. It must've been incredibly soft, for although Knock had just fallen, she had cushioned his fall and nullified its effects completely, even though he had collided with her hard enough to feel her bones against his fur.
And still, she was out cold.
Knock couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. He could maybe understand sleeping through noise, but this? This was impossible. He had literally just crashed down on top of her! How in the name of Heaven, Tartarus, or some other afterlife could she possibly not have woken up? Knock could only assume that she had cast a spell on herself. There was no other explanation for it.
Oh, well. She probably would wake up soon. It would be best to leave. He was getting tired, and needed to sleep. He took one last look at Nightmare Moon. She was sleeping on her side, with one foreleg pinned beneath her while the other was draped over the side of her muzzle. Her face was very pretty. Her belly was, too. It looked incredibly soft, and very warm. Almost like one could...
No! Knock admonished himself. That's an unbelievably stupid idea! Don't even let those thoughts get into your head!
The other side—the stupid side—whined in indignation. But it looks so nice! All soft and cuddly...
She's Nightmare Moon. She tried to make the day-night cycle the night-night cycle. What are you, crazy?
I'm a batpony. I'm nocturnal.
... Point. But still, what if she wakes up and does... Nightmare Moon-y things to you?
One hundred percent worth it.
Knock's subconscious seemed to huff, giving up on this lost cause. Fine, but if you die, just know you're getting what's coming to you.
I know. Knock then shut out the rational part of himself, knowing what he was going to do next. Pressing his belly close to the ground, he inched towards Nightmare Moon's sleeping form, sweeping his hooves across the cave floor. He looked almost like a cat stalking its prey. When he was close enough, he reached his hooves underneath Moon's forelegs, using her body weight to pull himself against her. She didn't move an inch or show any sign of waking up. It didn't take long before the colt's belly and face was pressed up against Nightmare Moon's chest and underside, snuggling her soft, warm fur. It felt even better than he had first thought. Her fur was so warm, it practically reached around to his back, even though it was still exposed to the cave air, which was not being warmed by the dying fire. It wasn't just warm and soft. It felt safe. Like he was being protected, even though he knew this was incredibly dangerous. Knock knew that he wouldn't want to leave this position for a long time.
Knock suddenly felt very sleepy. He gave a huge yawn as he felt his eyes grow heavy. He took one last look at Nightmare Moon's pretty face, before nuzzling her chest fluff and drifting off to a lovely sleep.
Knock awoke several hours later, feeling more rested than he had ever felt in years. He was still snuggled up to Nightmare Moon, only a few things were different. Nightmare's foreleg had slipped off of her side and fallen around him, and Nightmare Moon had curled up a little more, meaning Knock's head was tucked comfortably beneath her chin and jaw. And the third thing was that Knock felt kind of funny. Something felt off in an area just below his center of gravity. It felt... Achy. Knock looked down, and quickly realized what the problem was.
His cock was rock-hard, prodding against Nightmare Moon's belly.
The colt yelped as he leapt away from his bedfellow in a sudden shock. Moon rolled onto her belly, giving a soft snore. Knock got into a sitting position, looked down, and gulped hard as he spied his raging colthood. His dark grey dick, about the same color as his wings, did not look as if it was going to die down anytime soon. It was pounding and throbbing and it made Knock wince in pain. It was truly an erection.
Had Nightmare Moon done this? The thestral believed so. He had been snuggled up very close to her, and she was an incredibly beautiful mare. Asleep, she looked so peaceful and elegant, like a mythical creature everypony just wanted to see for its stunning majesty. She was gorgeous in every sense of the word.
While Knock was staring at her, something else caught his attention. Now that she was on her belly, and her tail off to the side, her plot was exposed for all to see. And it was an amazing plot. Each cheek was taken up about halfway by her cutie marks, and they were even rounder than a fully inflated beach ball. It looked so soft, but so firm at the same time, encased in Moon's glossy, magnificent fur that appeared to be even softer and warmer than the fur on her underside. Every time her lovely tail swished about, her cute little dock wiggled so enticingly, making her plot almost hypnotic. Knock found himself biting his lower lip harder and harder as he stared at the Night Mare's rump.
Knock flinched again as his penis continued to throb agonizingly. His gaze shifted back over to Nightmare Moon's plump rear, and suddenly, a thought sprung into his horny mind. What if I... made good use of her plot? This time, the rational side of his mind didn't even try to fight back. I've screamed five feet away from her, fallen on top of her, and slept with her, Knock thought confidently. Moony'll probably sleep through this no problem. With that thought in mind, Knock knew exactly what he wanted to do. His erection still pulsating, he leaned forward until he was on his hooves and knees, and began to crawl to the sleeping demon with a rapidly growing sense of excitement. Unlike last time, when he crawled up to her chest, this time he snuck forward until he was looking directly down at her plot. Now that he was a few inches away, it was even more glorious up close. The hormonal colt could see just how perfect it really was. It looked soft and bouncy enough to use as a pillow, but also firm enough to support his body weight. Every single magnificent curve was unbelievably round, the mare's dark fur making it not only sexy, but pretty. This wasn't just a sexy piece of mare. No, Nightmare Moon's butt was a living work of art. It almost seemed to radiate sexiness. Knock would have no qualms with worshipping the damn thing.
Knock was growing impatient. His dick was starting to grow incredibly painful, but along with this sexual excitement came an overwhelming nervousness that tied his intestines up in twenty knots. Sweat started to bead up on his forehead and drip down onto the plot cheek beneath him. Becuase of this apprehension, Knock chose to test the waters one last time. Reaching one hoof up, he prodded Nightmare Moon's left cutie mark. The plot jiggled, but Nightmare Moon did not wake up. Knock pressed down much harder than before, until his hoof was almost wrapped in plot fat. No reaction from the Mare in the Moon.
Knock was growing giddy. He removed his hoof from the dark mare's rump, then moved his head up to it. Leaning forward onto her plot, he pressed his face against her buttcheek and gently kissed it, taking in the sweet, sweet taste of her ass. Nightmare Moon didn't move a muscle. Knock took it a step further, moving down to the top of the Night Mare's hind leg and slowly let his tongue slither out of his maw, and gave the left cheek a long, slow, wet lick from hind leg to lower back. Every single strand of fur that the colt's tastebuds scraped against was almost enough to make him climax. The thestral gave a gentle nibble to her dock, before doing one last, much more extreme test. The colt shifted himself around so that instead of lying by her side, the batpony was know fitting snugly between Nightmare Moon's hind legs. He inched forward until he couldn't anymore, then slowly moved closer and closer to her plot, pushing his nose against it harder and harder until his muzzle slipped in between her buttcheeks.
Knock was a very feminine looking colt. Every single aspect of his body was much closer to a mare's, and his face and snout were no exception. His muzzle was much smaller and shorter than that of a normal seventeen-year-old colt's, looking almost exactly like that of a mare's. But despite this, the horny thestral still couldn't help but be completely and utterly baffled when he was able to fit his entire snout between Nightmare Moon's buttcheeks up to the corners of his mouth, and still not touch either her marehood or her plot hole. He stuck his tongue out to try and search for it, but decided he didn't want the salty taste of her juices in his mouth. So instead, he just drank in the sexy softness that her ass provided his face. As purely sexual as they should have been, the gentle, round cheeks pressed aginast Knock's face felt even more soothing and comforting than a hug from his own mother. He never thought he could imagine himself using a plot for emotional support, but he could easily see himself burying his face into the Night Mare's cheeks, drying his tears with the fur of her plot. He smiled and breathed out into Nightmare's cheeks, exhaling against the smooth, round rump and wiggling his nose against the hot, squishy plot.
Now for the final test, Knock thought excitedly, ruefully removing his muzzle from Nightmare Moon's cheeks. The colt opened his maw wide, exposing his four small but sharp fangs, and leaned in towards her right cutie mark. He pressed his face into her plot until all he could see was darkness, ran his tongue over the bit that ended up his mouth, and sank his teeth into her plot.
Nightmare Moon flinched, but she did not wake up. Knock removed his fangs from her rear when the taste of iron dripped onto his tongue. He pulled away from her plot, looking down at what he did. Four minuscule pinpricks of red remained where he had bit the Night Mare. Knock felt a twinge of guilt, but he shook it off. They were so small that they'd probably be invisible by the time she woke up—whenever that was.
Knock let out a very nervous, very excited breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Now for the fun part," he mumbled to himself as his cock throbbed once more. He leaned forward until he was pressed against his newfound friend, then wrapped his forelegs around her ribcage and pulled himself up along her body, using his back legs to push himself forward. It only took one heave before he was in the position he wanted to be in. His face was only up to the crook between her wings, but his crotch was right where he wanted it: pressed snugly against Nightmare Moon's ass.
Nervous excitement blazed through Knock as he reached his hooves underneath Moony's chest, wrapping them all the way around her body. He splayed his legs out on either side of the dark mare, straddling her as best he could with the vast size difference between them. He was ready to go. Gripping Nightmare Moon's chest as tight as he could, he rested his cheek against her back, moved his hips back as far as they would go, then gave a huge thrust forward.
Knock nearly slipped off of Nightmare Moon's back as a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated bliss overloaded his every nerve ending. His forelegs tightened around Nightmare Moon's torso tenfold as he fought to not pass out from pleasure-induced shock. It felt like 20 gigavolts of electricity had been shot through Knock like he was a conduit. That is, if having electricity shot through you bore a similar feeling to sexual gratification. Knock closed his eyes, letting out a very loud moan as he looked down and saw that the single thrust he had given had wedged his dick in between Moon's moons. The sheer size of her glorious cheeks alone meant that they gripped his raging boner with the same intensity a Venus Flytrap would snap at its prey. Simply having his dick stuck between the Night Mare's asscheeks was nearly enough by itself to milk him dry—but not quite. He would have to keep thrusting, and he planned to.
Knock pressed his face into the crook of Moony's wings as he pulled back and gave another thrust. It generated an even more intense euphoria than last time, but this time Knock didn't let it daze him. Using Nightmare Moon as support, he pulled back again and thrusted forward again. Another shockwave of pleasure. Pull back, shoot forward, shockwave. Pull back, shoot forward, shockwave.
Knock lifted his head from the demon's back and looked down at the action below. He had not even come close to penetrating the Mare in the Moon yet, but her mounds were so big that they had already completely engulfed his dick. He doubted he would find her asshole, but he really didn't mind. The feeling of her soft, furry asscheeks keeping his colthood buried between them, so soft, yet so firm at the same time, generating enough friction to heat up Griffinstone for three days, was much more than good enough for him. This was so much more than his lonely hoof could have ever accomplished.
Knock's teeth began to grind together and his eyes began to squeeze shut as he pressed his face back against Nightmare Moon. He wanted to make it last a little bit longer, so he took the time to try something different. Panting loudly enough to make a Diamond Dog jealous and sweating so hard he looked like he'd just come out of the ocean, the hormonal colt forced his back legs underneath Nightmare Moon's waist, wrapping them around the mare much like how his forelegs were. In this new position, with all four limbs gripping the Night Mare like there was no tomorrow, Knock reverted from thrusting his pelvis into Moony's amazing mounds to using his limbs' strength to pump his entire body back and forth against the demon mare. This method of humping would be more strenuous, but lead to a much better orgasm, or so Knock thought. Still pushing his head into Nightmare Moon's back, his eyes shut and teeth gritted almost as tightly as the sleeping mare's plot cheeks' grip on his cock, he began to body-pump the alicorn. He was close, he could feel it. As his dick kept forcing its way in and out of the Night Mare's majestic plot cheeks, her fur so unbelievably soft that if muffled the slapping sounds their hips made every time his hungry crotch slapped hard against her bouncy castle-esque asscheeks, Knock had a feeling that the only way to top the orgasm he was about to have would be to do this same thing to a pony with a bigger, better plot—of which there probably weren't any.
The tip of Knock's fast-moving cock was just beginning to flare. The horny thestral wanted to make this last as long as possible, and was willing to do anything to do just that. His lower lip bitten so hard that the taste of his own blood flooded his mouth, the batpony desperately tightened his grip on the Mare in the Moon's ass, hoping, praying that maybe if he squeezed her butt lumps to make their vice grasp on his penis even tighter, then perhaps it would constrict his colthood, preventing any cum from being sprayed out. But as Knock continued to viciously pump his entire body against Nightmare Moon's plot, he knew that would not be the case, as the tickling sensation of something trying to make its way out of his rock-hard cock began to resonate through the colt's crotch. Oh, sweet Celestia, it felt so good, he didn't want it to end, he wanted it to last so much longer, Please, to whatever gods are out there, don't let me cum ye—
Knock gave a final half-moan, half-cry as he thrust as deep into Nightmare Moon's cheeks as he could go, spraying ounce after ounce of semen onto and into Nightmare Moon's ass. He have a whimper as he gripped Nightmare Moon's body, holding his hips against her cheeks as they continued to milk him dry. He simply kept releasing his seed into the sleeping pony's asscrack. He didn't even know his balls could hold this much! All he could do was keep on cumming into the deity's heavenly plot, the outside of her cheeks filling up the space in his crotch. Right as the colt began to worry he would start to cum his own skeleton, it finally stopped, and his dick gave out, softening and shrinking back to an unaroused state. Knock was grateful the demon's crack even had enough space to let the blood drain from his penis. Knock's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he gave out completely, crashing back down onto the Night Mare's wing crook. He had spent so much energy having the time of his life. He had just hotdogged a demon! He decided it would be best not to tell his friends, as they'd never believe him when he told them he'd fucked Nightmare Moon in her sleep. Her sleep! Knock still couldn't believe she had somehow slept through that whole thing. As baffling as it was, he was grateful she did, as he would be dead meat had she woken up. Speaking of sleep, he himself was getting very tired once more, his eyes not able to stay open. Luckily, he had the world's best body pillow right beneath him.
Knock smiled as he snuggled the Nght Mare's back, matching his exhausted, panting breath with her slow, REM intakes. The blackness took over fast, and the colt drifted off to sleep. Right before he fell into another beautiful sleep, though, he felt Nightmare Moon stir beneath him, and though his dreary mind may have imagined it, he felt feather-soft lips touch his ear, and a sly, silky-smooth, incredibly sexy voice whisper to him, "That was fun. Let's do it again sometime. Though next time, don't bite my plot so hard."