Chapter 1
A Mother Mare’s Nightmare
-by Drace Domino
It had been six months since the Mare in the Moon returned, and six months since light in Celestia fell. The returning Princess Luna, enraged by her sister’s mistreatment, returned to Equestria to inflict her horrible vengeance and went completely unchecked. Celestia was powerless to defeat her younger sister for a second time, and now the face of the moon hanging high above was that of the former princess of the sun. A sun that hadn’t been seen in six long months. A sun that had never been witnessed by the youngest of foals, a sun that was an increasingly distant memory for every cycle that passed.
Eternal darkness. Sleep plagued by endless nightmares. The despotic rule of a twisted tyrant that stretched far past Canterlot and Ponyville, stretching even past the Crystal Empire and Yakyakistan. Nightmare Moon was the undisputed ruler of the entire world now, and proof of it was burned into the face of the moon that hung constantly overhead. And yet...in even the darkest places of a demented reality, there were some that found hope.
It was that thought that carried Twilight Velvet to the gates of Nightmare Moon’s castle, an invitation pinched between her teeth. This mature pony had been granted an audience with the new goddess herself, and it was her desperate hope that Nightmare Moon was not truly the monster she appeared to be. Perhaps there was some kindness in her. Perhaps there was some sentiment. Perhaps...there was some hope that Twilight Velvet might see her daughter yet again.
She didn’t have to wait at the gates - a small group of Nightmare Moon’s finest guards were there to greet her. After a particularly gruff looking blue pony snatched the invitation from her teeth and gave it a quick once over, her eyes narrowed to glare at the visiting mother. Twilight Velvet, gray with a mane of purple and white stripes, could feel her knees go weak under the other pony’s gaze. Was everyone in Nightmare Moon’s castle so intimidating? She certainly hoped not - her poor old heart might not be able to take it.
“So. You’re the sappy sad sack that wrote a letter about your brat.” Guard Captain Rainbow Dash sneered, and her glower swiftly turned into a smile of mocking laughter. “Ha! We all had a good chuckle at that. ‘Please, Nightmare Moon, we love our Twily sooooooooo much, and we don’t know what happened to her!’”
As her voice called out in a taunting tone the other guards all joined in with a chuckle, and Twilight Velvet’s sinking feeling got even worse. Her stomach was doing flips and her heart was racing in a constant state of fear - she could already tell that this was a mistake. This castle of dark nightmares and horror wasn’t a place for a pony like her. All she had ever wanted was to live a happy life with her husband, son, and daughter...she was far too small for something so big as a meeting with the goddess of darkness and night. The mocking of Rainbow Dash only confirmed as much.
“P...Please...may I...go ins-” She was cut off by Rainbow Dash shoving one of her hooves forward, squeezing it against Twilight Velvet’s mouth and keeping her silenced. The laughing stopped immediately as the scarred and cruel-looking guard offered her sharpest glare, and she gave a precursory once-over of the other pony with a swift tilt of her head. Finally, she lowered her hoof and gestured to the gates beyond her position, and as soon as she did so they started to slowly open.
“Go.” Rainbow Dash growled. “Before I change my mind and tell Nightmare Moon that you had an accident.”
With tears already licking at the corners of her eyes, Twilight Velvet lowered her head and started to trot towards the gate. It was easily the most terrified she had ever been, and the worst part was that she knew things were only going to get worse. Her husband and Shining Armor had both told her she was insane for doing this - that she was insane for ever writing the letter to Nightmare Moon asking about her daughter. But what was done was done...and all she could do now was see it through to the end. If nothing else, Twilight Sparkle would have been proud of her for trying to take the diplomatic solution.
Thankfully, as Twilight Velvet neared the opening gates, she was greeted by a sight that was far more pleasant than the gruff Rainbow Dash. There was a white pony waiting for her with beautiful purple hair pulled into a sophisticated bun, and the glasses perched on her nose and elegant silk garb draped around her shoulders made her look older than she likely was. She was just about the most beautiful pony that Twilight Velvet had ever seen, and yet...she looked strangely familiar. Didn’t she see her in a fashion magazine before the fall of Canterlot?
“You must be Twilight Velvet.” The sophisticated looking pony remarked, and lifted a brow to show a thin veil of distaste. At least it wasn’t outright aggression like the brutes guarding the castle. “I can only assume as much from the frazzled mane and the fatigued look in your eyes. Most visitors of Nightmare Moon’s castle have the good sense to tidy themselves up before their audience.”
“I...I’m sorry, ma’am!” Twilight Velvet blurted out, and stood at the very entrance to the goddess’ castle. From her vantage point she could see deeper into it - tall and menacing halls lined with silk tapestries, all of them perfectly stitched with the likeness of Nightmare Moon. The mere sight of her embroidered into fabric was intimidating, and Twilight Velvet could only quiver imagining how much worse it would be when she was face to face with her. “It’s a difficult road to get here, ever since the trains were shut down, I--”
“Hmph. I have been instructed to allow you in for your audience, otherwise I’d never let such a dirty, scruffy thing past the front door.” The other pony spoke, lifting her nose in cocky fashion and stepping to the side. “You may enter. My name is Rarity, and I will guide you to the mistress’ chambers. Try not to get your hoofprints on anything, I’d rather not be up all night scrubbing away the Ponyville dirt you tracked in.”
Twilight Velvet nodded meekly, but as soon as Rarity began to step forward she quickly joined her in going deeper into the castle. Fear ran through her with every step, and it only intensified once they got far enough in that the tall castle doors were swung shut behind them by a line of armed guards. There was no going back now - she had put herself into the one location in all of Equestria that nopony else would envy. And she knew, deep down, that there was a chance she wouldn’t be leaving.
“I am to understand that you’re here to speak to Nightmare Moon about your--” Rarity paused in thought as she approached a spiral staircase, polished to a flawless shine. “--pet, was it? You really think the mistress would care about a lost dog?”
“My...my daughter, actually.” Twilight Velvet murmured in response, though her voice was tiny enough to nearly be swallowed by the darkness. “You...you see, when Nightmare Moon returned, she was one of Princess Celestia’s students. The guards evacuated us from Canterlot before I was able to find her, and...and I just...I don’t know what happened to her…”
“Well, if she stood alongside the cruel tyrant Celestia she likely got what she deserved, darling.” Rarity responded in simple fashion, despite the casual cruelty behind her words. They were nearing the top of the stairs now, and as they did her unicorn horn began to glow. A large key was pulled from her garment and as she turned it towards a locked door at the top of the stairs, she looked back over her shoulder with a look devoid of mercy. “I don’t know what you expect the mistress to say or do about it.”
“My Twilight, she…” Twilight Velvet took a deep breath to steel herself, doing her best to force down tears. The knowledge that Twilight Sparkle might have been lost was something she was keenly aware of, though the words hurt no less to hear. “...she’s a smart girl. She may have seen that Nightmare Moon was...a kind and...just ruler. She might have pledged loyalty to her. I need to know. Please?”
Rarity simply studied the other pony with a flat gaze while the key remained pressed within the lock. It looked as if she was still pondering whether or not to actually bring this whimpering whelp to the hooves of her mistress, but finally she gave a tiny shrug and turned the key. The door beyond opened up towards the main chamber of Nightmare Moon - a place where Twilight Velvet was soon to see horrors unimaginable to her domestic life before that night. Without a word, Rarity began to move forward past the door, and Twilight Velvet followed suit. If nothing else, she’d have her answer soon. She’d know just what happened to her beloved Twilight Sparkle.
“Oh my Celes---” The panicked cry that ran through the mature mare in the first few seconds of stepping inside was nearly enough to doom her - few things were tolerated less in Nightmare Moon’s palace than bringing Celestia’s name for aide. It was a knee-jerk reaction from Twilight Velvet as they entered Nightmare Moon’s lavish bedchamber, a grand hall in and of itself that was bigger than the entire refugee center in Ponyville. Rich purple curtains stretched dozens of feet in the air and blocked many of the parts beyond, but what could still be seen around them was enough to give Twilight Velvet nightmares for weeks to come. To the sidelines there were ponies - mares of various ages - each of whom had clearly been conscripted into the sexual service of Nightmare Moon.
Twilight Velvet’s heart sank and her eyes went wide, and as they kept moving forward she gazed from side to side at the litany of horrors before her. Each and every pony in that grand hall was wearing some sort of collar or shackle - each one clearly kept there as a pet to be used and enjoyed when their mistress demanded it. The cheerful girl that always liked to bake cupcakes was one of the first Twilight Velvet saw, her hair deflated and flat as she was chained to the wall with a muzzle around her mouth and an ebony plug stuffed in her exposed pussy. Mere feet away were the mares that ran the flower shop, each of them in blindfolds and strapped into humiliating stocks that kept their holes presented and their bodies immobile. On the other side of the room was someone Twilight Velvet recognized as a former neighbor - Stellar Flare. She was pregnant now, with a stretched and bloated belly, and connected to her nipples were a pair of small pumps leading into milking tank below the sawhorse she was strapped to. She gave Twilight Velvet a desperate look that the mare simply couldn’t maintain - either Sunny Flare was begging her for help or gazing upon her in tragic regret, and she couldn’t handle either.
There were more mares in similar positions the deeper they went. As they moved to the first wave of curtains Rarity used her magic to pull them aside, revealing more ponies stuffed into cages hanging from the ceiling at various heights. It was clearly their “bedrooms” for when they weren’t in use, stuffed three or four to a tiny cell and awaiting the demands of their mistress. Twilight Velvet trembled more and more in fear with every step, and she soon found herself scanning every cage looking for her beautiful daughter. Looking for that purple body or that unique mane...desperately hoping that she didn’t see her. There was her old babysitter, Cadance...but judging from the ballgag, she wouldn’t be able to call out a message for Twilight Velvet to take back to her former boyfriend.
“What...what is all this?” Twilight Velvet finally asked as they kept going deeper, as if she couldn’t tell. Perhaps she just needed to hear it for herself, to hear how twisted things had gotten underneath Nightmare Moon’s rule. “Are all of these ponies…”
“Concubines, darling.” Rarity responded simply, and as she passed by another pony in the stocks she patted Limestone Pie’s head with one of her hooves. The grouchy Pie girl glared and growled, but the weights on her nipples and the softly buzzing plug in her ass suggested she had earned enough punishments for her behavior for one day. As they moved past Limestone Rarity looked over her shoulder once more, smiling sweetly to the visiting mature mare. “These are Nightmare Moon’s ever-so-fortunate lovers. They’re even better fed than the guards, enjoy designer lingerie made by none other than moi, and all they have to do is lounge about waiting for Nightmare Moon to decide to use them. Truly a luxurious lifestyle, darling.”
“Is my…” Twilight Velvet paused, and had to choke down her emotions before continuing. “...is my Twilight-”
“I don’t know, darling. Nor do I particularly care.” Rarity lifted her nose once more, and pushed deeper forward. As the next curtain parted Twilight Velvet was treated to a change of pace - a room filled with exotic non-ponies that had been similarly pulled into Nightmare Moon’s sexual service. A yak woman, a griffin, the blue dragon girl...Rarity smirked as she stepped near a pregnant zebra, one that had been shackled around each hoof and stretched in four directions on a large wooden X. “And how are we doing today, Zecora, darling?”
In response, the Zebra gazed at the stark white pony and swallowed nervously. As she did, her pregnant belly jostled a bit, and Twilight Velvet’s eyes watched it sway with her own throat tightening in that growing fear. Zecora’s voice quivered forth, aching and hoarse from screaming, yet there was still a resistance hiding in her tone that was difficult to squash.
“You can tell your mistress so cruel…” She began, eyes narrow and spiteful. “...that I will never enjoy her tool.”
Rarity merely rolled her eyes in elaborate fashion, used her magic to pull a tiny notepad from her elegant outfit and write something down. From over her shoulder Twilight Velvet couldn’t help but to peek, and she nearly made a noise of regretful surprise when she read the words “Zecora - two hours in the glory hole.”
Unfortunately for Twilight Velvet, it wasn’t the last of the horrors she’d witness that evening. The next surprise came in the second part of the exotic mare wing, where her eyes instantly fell on a creature that she had never witnessed before. She was tall, with a mane of fire red and yellow in a stylish striped pattern. Unlike any pony or griffin she had ever seen, this one seemed to stand on two legs, and outside of her mane there was no fur or feathers anywhere to be seen. Fingers, toes, two exposed breasts...currently forced onto her knees while her wrists and neck were held in heavy wooden stocks. Blindfolded, with weighted clips against her nipples and a strange gag affixed around her mouth. Beside her there was a large barrel with a loose lid on the top, and a tube leading from the face of it all the way to that strange gag fit between her lips. Beside the barrel was a simple pump controlled by one of Nightmare Moon’s guards, and as they rounded the corner the guard pushed at the pump as if on cue.
The strange creature whimpered and tensed and tried to stream, but the tube leading to her mouth was clearly stuffed too deep to allow it. As the pump was pressed Twilight Velvet could see a thick, dense cream pushing through the tube all the way into the girl’s mouth, and soon her cheeks puffed out as her muffled screams went even louder. The girl was clearly in tremendous discomfort until she finally choked down whatever was pumped into her with a heavy swallow, and immediately after there was the sound of her labored sobbing against the gag. Tears ran from behind the blindfold, ensuring that Twilight Velvet felt tremendous sympathy for this poor creature...whatever she was.
“What...is she…?” The mature mare finally asked, even though part of her hated to. Rarity arched an eye and offered a tiny smirk in response, and drew closer to the bound girl with a soft chuckle riding on her voice. Using her magic she set the weights on the girl’s nipples to swing, which only intensified the whimpering coming from her. Twilight Velvet did her best to block out the sobs and focus instead on Rarity’s explanation, though she’d soon learn that there was cruelty hiding even deeper within the sophisticated pony’s words.
“Sunset Shimmer.” She gestured to the trembling, broken, sobbing slut. “She tried to break into the mistress’ treasure trove several months ago. When pressed for information we discovered she’d spent quite a bit of time in a different dimension, and the mistress decided it would be best if she faced her punishment in this...alternate form of hers.” The ivory pony chuckled again as she headed onward, moving to the final part of that lavish, curtain-riddled bedchamber. “Oh, an interesting thing about Sunset Shimmer. She was formerly the student of the mistress’ sister. Now...who was it that I was just talking to that knew someone like her…”
The mere thought of her precious Twilight Sparkle in such a situation filled the mature mare with too many emotions to list. She wanted to charge at Rarity, free Sunset Shimmer and the other desperate fuckslaves, take the fight to Nightmare Moon for the better lives of everypony in Equestria. And yet...that same grim knowledge kept her in check, stayed her horn and her hooves. If Twilight Sparkle was still alive...if she had found a similar fate as this Sunset Shimmer...perhaps something could still be done for her. Perhaps some light was to be found at the end of the tunnel. Perhaps...there was still hope.
She had to believe as much. For Twilight.
When they rounded the corner to the back of the bedchamber, Twilight Velvet immediately felt as if hope faded from the room as quickly as a heavy breath. There she was - Nightmare Moon, lounging in all her glory. The cloudy, dark mane and tail were just as dangerously beautiful as she had heard, and it felt like the former Mare in the Moon was even bigger in real life than the stories suggested. She was sitting at the dead center of an enormous bed, reclining against a mountain of pillows with her flank pressed to the mattress and her thighs spread far apart. Jutting straight up as if it was greeting Twilight Velvet stood Nightmare Moon’s cock - more than three times the size of the equine length that fathered Twilight Sparkle, and just as mercilessly dark as Nightmare Moon herself.
Also, currently glistening thanks to the licking of a pair of ponies in states of various bondage. A soft blue and soft purple pair had their heads down against Nightmare Moon’s lap - the latter of which nearly made Twilight Velvet’s heart break until she realized it wasn’t her beloved daughter. Some other poor souls’ daughter that just happened to look like her sweet Twilight Sparkle.
“Ah! My dear Rarity, is that my honored guest?!” Nightmare Moon bellowed in delight, and didn’t wait for a response before unleashing her orders. “Return Trixie and Starlight Glimmer to their cages, but not before they receive the usual punishment. After all, they were told they had to make me cum before my guest arrived…”
“N-No, please! Please not that, Nightmare Moon!” The purple pony lifted her head, shaking it back and forth and practically sobbing from the get-go. Already the light of Rarity’s magic was enveloping her and Trixie, pulling them away from the dominant tyrant’s cock with their job left unfinished. “It...it was Trixie! Trixie was too slow! Punish her, please!”
“Me?! The great and powerful Trixie has always served Nightmare Moon with the utmost distinction!” Trixie called back, trying without hope to shove her hooves deeper to the mattress to hold on. Not that it did any good, the two were being swiftly drug from the sheets only to thud against the ground below. “Punish her! Trixie has suggestions for how you can do it!”
Rarity, with an unamused look on her face, merely turned on a hoof and walked from the bedchambers with the two spasming, arguing ponies in tow. It left Twilight Velvet all alone with the tyrant and goddess sitting in the bed before her, that enormous black cock sticking straight up while glistening with the glazed spit of two of her slaves. Surrounding her the walls were covered with more of those fine silk curtains, save for one spot - a wide, open window that offered a perfect view of the moon, as well as the image of Celestia’s imprint on its surface. Before Twilight Velvet could say anything the tyrant took notice of her interest, and she waved a hoof towards it while beaming from ear to ear.
“I’ve always found family so important, Twilight Velvet.” She laughed in a deep and menacing fashion, and cast a glance to the distant moon. “It’s why this window always remains open, and I hold the moon in that exact spot. It’s important that my dear sister is permitted to watch everything I do to her subjects. It’s important that she knows what her failures cost them. After all...while I was up there, I watched my dear sister constantly. I can only imagine it means the world to her to do the same.”
Twilight Velvet knew some time ago that this was a truly bad idea, but now that she was face to face with the demented ruler herself, she finally had an understanding of just how desperate and dire her situation was. She’d be lucky if by the time this was over that she was stuffed into one of the cages past the curtains behind her...or perhaps the luckiest outcome would be a swift end. Still, she was a mare and a mother, and she stood there as both before pure evil for her daughter. She stood tall, she collected what little of her courage yet remained, and when she spoke her voice didn’t tremble or falter, even though fear crept across every inch of her.
“If your love for your sister is pure, then you know how important family is.” Twilight Velvet spoke up, and took a deep breath to steel herself. “That’s why I’m here, Nightmare Moon. My daughter, Twilight Sparkle, was one of Princess Celestia’s students. Please, I...I need to know. What became of her when you overthrew your sister? Does my daughter still live? May I see her?”
Not a single word spoken from her lips was one which she would be comforted to know the answer to, and she knew it. The look on Nightmare Moon’s face told her as much. Her daughter was either dead...or living a life much like the others in the hall behind her. Still, she stood tall, and didn’t flinch as the towering dark pony roared with laughter that echoed through the halls, reminder the mature mare once more of her power.
“Oh, such a bold pony to come here and ask such a thing!” Nightmare Moon was filled with dark mirth in that moment, and her cock swayed back and forth with every heavy guffaw. Finally, that enormous member fell into place as she pressed a hoof atop the base of it, and slowly pushed it forward to point it towards Twilight Velvet. “Such a worthless little whelp to come here demanding information of me without paying tribute. Put that mouth of yours to work on me, mare, and if you do a good enough job...I will let you see your precious Twilight Sparkle again.”
And there it was. An offer that Twilight Velvet knew that she couldn’t reject - even if the sadistic pony was bluffing. She had come into this lion’s den on the smallest chance that she would be able to rescue her beloved Twilight Sparkle, and now...she would see this mission through to the end. There was no hesitation in Twilight Velvet as she moved to kneel atop the bed, slowly working her way closer and closer to the cocky ruler that stretched back with a grin. There was never an instant where she considered not fulfilling Nightmare Moon’s request - not when such a precious treasure was on the line.
“Very well, Nightmare Moon.” Twilight Velvet spoke, her voice quivering only because of the intense fear, guilt, and shame that danced up her spine in that moment. “For Twilight Sparkle, I will do as you ask.”
The love of a mother mare was a very strong thing indeed. Strong...yet worthless.
***
Twilight Velvet winced as the taste of Nightmare Moon’s cock filled her senses, and as the shame settled into her she could only think about her husband back at the refugee cabin in Ponyville - the pony she had left behind for this ill-fated search. Surely, he’d understand her actions if he knew it was for their daughter...right? With tears in her eyes Twilight Velvet continued to drag her tongue slowly back and forth across the throbbing length of their tyrant goddess, collecting the spit left there by Trixie and Starlight Glimmer and trying her best to avoid the heavy scent that lingered across her. Unfortunately for the mature mare, Nightmare Moon wasn’t known for her kindness or her patience, and it wasn’t long before her horn lit up with her dark magic and an intangible grasp was drawn into Twilight Velvet’s hair.
“N-No, no, plea-mmphghg…!” The pony panicked as that equine cock was shoved deep within her mouth, far past the point of any semblance of comfort. Nightmare Moon roared in pleasure as she forced the mare’s mouth down upon her massive, throbbing length, delighting in how it made her throat bulge and her eyes desperately water. The clatter of Twilight Velvet’s hooves against the mattress was nothing more than a futile attempt at escape, and one that couldn’t possibly happen without Nightmare Moon have a sudden change of heart. It clearly wasn’t in the cards as the beastly creature rolled her hips from side to side and forced Twilight Velvet’s head down to the base of her member, forcing her muzzle to press to her lap and letting her draw in deep, pained breaths of her scent.
“Ha! And who says old mares don’t know how to properly serve!” Nightmare Moon howled with demented pleasure, and the fierce grip she had on the other pony’s mane continued. She even effortlessly kicked a leg forward and twisted her position, slamming Twilight Velvet flat to the bed and mounting her face in the same fluid motion. By now it wasn’t mere magic pushing that mighty cock down her throat - it was the weight of the horrible Nightmare Moon and the pressure with which she pushed herself forward. Poor Twilight Velvet was in agony as she struggled to handle it all, battering her hooves to the other’s thighs, screaming and choking and sobbing while the flavor filled her senses.
This was worse than she could have ever imagined - and it only managed to get even more frightful.
“So, you really thought you could come and simply expect I would give Twilight Sparkle to you?!” Nightmare Moon boomed, and began to thrust herself down in a series of vicious, merciless strikes. Each push brought forth another sobbing gag from the mature mare, and it wasn’t long before Twilight Velvet’s hooves stopped their kicking. There wasn’t much fight left in her anymore, her mission had gone as heartbreakingly bad as it could. “You have the nerve to think that I owe you anything?! After what I endured while you foolish, weak little foals galloped about under my beloved sister’s rule?!”
Nightmare Moon found herself gazing at the open window, up to the reflection of her sister’s image in the moon. When she saw it, her smile intensified all the more, and her next words weren’t for Twilight Velvet but for a pony very, very far away.
“Watch how I break them, sister.” Nightmare Moon hissed, her smile intensifying to a sadistic degree. “Watch how they suffer because of you! Rarity! Draw the curtain!”
“Yes, Mistress! Right away!” Rarity’s voice filled the room as Twilight Velvet continued to sob, her throat thoroughly used as just another tight, wet sleeve for Nightmare Moon to wrap around her cock. The dominant ruler was thrusting harder and harder until her climax was upon her, and through it all the only thing Twilight Velvet could see was that open window with Celestia’s image printed upon the moon. The princess that had failed them - the princess that had caused all of this horrible nightmare.
Twilight Velvet could hear a curtain being drawn behind her, but she couldn’t look just yet. Instead, she was suddenly contending with Nightmare Moon’s climax and the subsequent torrent of cum that flooded her senses. Cum almost immediately burst from her nose as it rushed through her throat and had no place else to go, saturating her from her gullet to her stomach and filling her sinuses with the cream of a tyrant. Nightmare Moon continued to roar in delight as she flooded that desperate mare’s face with her cream, cackling at the sight of it oozing from her nose, bursting messily from the sides of her lips, and bulging her throat to an uncomfortable degree.
Only then, when Twilight Velvet was choking on cum and at the lowest point in her life, did Nightmare Moon make things even worse. With a wet, messy pop she pulled her cock from the mare’s throat, and slapped it across her face a few times with a cocky smile pressed to her face. When Nightmare Moon’s magic grasped her by the throat, Twilight Velvet didn’t know quite white to expect...until she was twisted around to see what was behind the curtain Rarity had opened.
There Rarity stood, cultured and sophisticated and poised, beside Twilight Velvet’s greatest nightmares realized. Her beloved daughter, Twilight Sparkle, chained to the wall. She was heavily pregnant - perhaps carrying twins, or even triplets - and her body had clearly just been recently used. She dripped cum from her pussy and ass, her mouth was gagged with a leather bridle, and she stared ahead with a pathetic look on her face. Her horn was broken at the midpoint from a battle roughly six months ago, and there was nothing but heartache worn across her face.
“...she’s glad her mother’s here to join her.” Nightmare Moon whispered against Twilight Velvet’s ear, and tightened the grasp of her magic around the sobbing mare’s throat. “But before you share a cage together, it’s time to put a foal inside of you, as well…”
Twilight Velvet had set out that horrible night in the hopes of being reunited with her daughter. Now, heartbroken and shattered and disgraced before Celestia so far above, it was clear that she had failed.
And yet...in a strange way, she would have her wish after all. Twilight Velvet and Twilight Sparkle were finally reunited...but only at the heels of the pony that owned every last piece of them. Mother and daughter - both whore slaves to the former Mare in the Moon.
And every tear they shed would be witnessed far above by the pony princess that had failed them.
The End.