Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker have re-emerged - but this time, their only goal is to win the love of Twilight Sparkle.
Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon are more than just "evil" alter-egos of the royal sisters - they're manifestations of powerful desires. Any desire, if strong enough and if suppressed for long enough, can cause them to appear.
For years, Luna and Celestia have denied their feelings for Twilight Sparkle. Their alter egos have grown impatient, and now they're ready to emerge and claim Twilight's heart - but when they both emerge at the same time, they find themselves battling one another for the right to her love.
Will their battle consume Equestria? Or will they find a more pleasurable way to settle things?
“She was more than just a teacher,” said Twilight Sparkle, standing confidently behind the lectern in her slim lavender dress, “And I don’t mean that she was the mare who raises the sun, or the princess of Equestria, or that she was someone who bore witnesses to millenia.”
Celestia looked admiringly at Twilight’s image on the crystal screen. She'd specifically requested a recording of Twilight Sparkle’s speech at the Equestrian Educators’ Conference - and even in the privacy of her study, Celestia was blushing at the flattering words from her former student.
“When Princess Celestia mentored me,” said Twilight, “she made me feel like the sun rose and set just for me. I had her full attention - she cared deeply for my personal growth, picking me up when I fell and lifting me higher with each success. That's what teaching is meant to be - and when we train the educators of tomorrow, that's the standard we-”
Celestia stopped the recording and collapsed onto the bed, a goofy smile plastered to her face. It amazed her that, no matter how many centuries she lived, falling in love was still so overwhelming. Celestia felt so young, like a filly dreaming of her first crush, discovering love for the first time.
Twilight was right about the importance of close, personal mentorship… but she was wrong about why Celestia had been so attentive. At first, of course, it had been the young unicorn’s innate magical ability… but as Twilight had grown into a beautiful mare, Celestia had begun to find herself dreaming of her student and awaiting each missive as if they were love letters. She’d always planned to guide Twilight along the path to ascension - and she’d dreamed fondly of the day that Twilight Sparkle would sprout a pair of long, lovely wings and take her place as Equestria’s newest princess.
When Celestia planned out the project of creating a new princess, she’d only had the future of Equestria in mind. Princesses wielded great magical power, and more power in the hands of trustworthy ponies meant greater safety for Equestria. It was Luna’s transformation into Nightmare Moon that had convinced Celestia of this project’s necessity; in the event that one princess went rogue, having multiple princesses to oppose her would be ideal. When Celestia battled Nightmare Moon, it was a one-on-one fight that Celestia had nearly lost - and she didn’t want to take the chance that things could go the other way next time.
Celestia had expected to grow attached to the student she’d picked for her project. It had happened before, with previous students who hadn’t reached ascension - but it had never before blossomed into love. She’d started to worry that her feelings would compromise her mentorship… and at the same time, it became very important to her that Twilight succeed.
And now that Twilight had become a princess, she was the mare that Celestia had dreamed she’d be. Beautiful and intelligent and immortal, a pony that Celestia could share her life with… if only she had the courage to make it happen. It had been quite a while since Celestia had had a proper romance… and since the two of them would have centuries together, Celestia was always telling herself that there was no harm in waiting a little longer.
In the meantime, Celestia was always looking for signs that Twilight Sparkle shared her feelings. But she was completely oblivious, as far as Celestia could tell; in her speech, Twilight spoke of Celestia with respect, even reverence… but not, as far as Celestia could see, with love.
Celestia sighed to herself, staring at the frozen image of Twilight Sparkle on the crystal screen. Puppy love swelled in her chest… but there was something else there too. A pounding, burning need that began in her heart and echoed in her marehood. She reached down and stroked herself, sighing with pleasure as her fingers probed deeper.
It wasn’t exactly the case that Celestia and Daybreaker were two different ponies. Daybreaker was less a separate personality and more of an idea. When Celestia admired herself, or bent the world to her will, or gorged herself on sensory pleasures… those behaviors, in a manner of speaking, were Daybreaker.
Everyone has ideas about themselves and their identity; from one day to another, a person might think of themselves as a romantic, or a truth-seeker, or a victim of circumstance. And at certain times, those aspects might come to the fore, guiding that person’s choices.
But princesses were no ordinary ponies. An idea, in the mind of such a profoundly magical creature, was a powerful thing… and a strong enough idea, if it were pushed back and denied in the moments it was needed, could start to develop a sense of resentment. That was what led to Nightmare Moon’s attempted coup… and the same resentment was brewing inside Princess Celestia. But Celestia’s “other side” wasn’t after power or adoration; Princess Celestia had enough of those to satisfy any ego. Daybreaker really, really just wanted to get laid.
Okay, she didn’t just want to get laid. Daybreaker wasn’t shallow; she also wanted to run her fingers through Twilight’s mane, to stroke her wings and kiss her lips and whisper in her ear. And from behind Celestia’s eyes, Daybreaker fumed at every opportunity Celestia passed up. She and Twilight could be together now, making love on this very bed, if only Celestia would just go after what she desired.
As Celestia touched herself, the heat in her pussy grew. Daybreaker lived in that heat, and it burned hotter every day that Celestia denied her passions.
“You dim old mare,” growled Daybreaker. As was generally the case, she was deep enough in Celestia’s subconscious that her angry words only registered as a sourceless irritation. “There is nothing cute about the way you are acting! Having a ‘crush’ was fun for… a month, perhaps? But refusing to act on it, at this point, is sheer unforgivable cowardice.”
Daybreaker stamped her hoof. Strictly speaking, she wasn’t in any physical location, but she generally “imagined” herself to be in an identical location to Celestia herself. So her hoof hit the cool white marble of Celestia’s bedchamber, filling the room with an angry sound.
“Are you a coward, Princess Celestia?” growled Daybreaker. “You, who lifts the sun? You, who united the factions of a young nation? This schoolgirl crush is beneath you, Celestia. Have you grown so soft over the past century? Have you forgotten what it is like to take a lover?”
Daybreaker looked through Celestia’s eyes, watching Twilight Sparkle cross the stage as she delivered her speech. Twilight’s dress, as always, was gorgeous; the mare had no dress sense of her own, but she had a friend who was happy to provide her with suitable outfits for any occasion. In the scene that was playing back right now, she was wearing a slim blue dress that came halfway down to her knees - it was very professional-looking, but it still exposed acres of her long, slender legs as she strolled across the stage. Daybreaker imagined parting those legs, burying her face between those smooth purple thighs, and tasting Twilight Sparkle’s hot, wet pussy. Her body erupted in heat, and Celestia felt her arousal spike.
“You are still the mighty alicorn who made stallions and mares swoon with your very presence,” said Daybreaker. “Do not simply admire her, Celestia. Touch her. Strip her. Breathe hot breaths into her ear and tell her how mightily you will pleasure her. Promise her an eternity of passion. If you do not do it, Celestia... then I will have to.”
And Celestia, of course, didn’t hear a word of it. She had only the dimmest awareness of the way those buried feelings were changing inside her.
Laser fire blazed like starlight, vaporizing robots left and right as “Deadeye” Derpy charged down the halls of the deep space dreadnought. Every shot was a hit, and every motion of her body - as she ducked and dodged the robot’s lasers - was graceful and powerful. Once the last robot fell, Derpy hacked the door panel with one final blast of laser fire and entered the room with a confident, almost masculine swagger - although her body, from her luscious hips to her firm round tits, was all woman.
But no one was more woman than Twilight Sparkle, the beautiful Empress of Space, who was imprisoned within the dreadnought. Her cell was ornately appointed, as even her captors seemed to understand that a mare of her station deserved better than the average prisoner. She lay on velvet sheets, her body draped only in gauzy veils, and when “Deadeye” Derpy entered the room, she sat up in shock - but then a smile came over her face when she beheld the roguish beauty. She seemed to understand right away that this mare was to be her rescuer.
“Come with me, Empress,” said Derpy, holstering her blaster. “We don’t have long before we’re discovered.”
Twilight Sparkle ran her fingers over her smiling lips, meeting Derpy’s piercing gaze with her own smoldering orbs. It had been so lonely in this cell… “Just how long do we have?” she asked, uncrossing her legs.
“Well,” said Derpy, sauntering towards the bed, “Maybe just enough time for the two of us to get properly acquaintAAAAGHH!” Derpy stumbled backwards, falling on her ass in an unheroic manner as she finally noticed the shadowy figure in the corner of the room. She fumbled for her blaster... but when she finally drew and fired it, her perfect accuracy seemed to have disappeared. All her shots went completely wide, accomplishing nothing but the creation of several small plasma fires that slowly began to burn themselves out.
“Oh, damn it,” swore Nightmare Moon, stepping forward from the shadows. “I was really looking forward to this one, too. This is a fun little scenario you have going, Derpy.”
“N-Nightmare Moon?” stammered Derpy. “If you’re here for the empress-”
“Derpy, please,” said Nightmare Moon. “Surely it’s obvious by now that you’re dreaming.”
Derpy lowered her blaster. “Okay, yeah,” she said. “I’m a mailmare with an ocular disability, not a sexy space rogue.” She slumped down onto the bed. “And you’re not really Nightmare Moon, I’m just dreaming about the scary evil night pony like I did when I was a filly.”
“No, I am really her,” said Nightmare Moon.
“You’re Luna?”
“Not exactly,” said Nightmare Moon. “It’s a bit difficult to explain.”
“All right,” said Derpy. “So what are you doing here?”
Nightmare Moon sighed. “I suppose it would do me some good to talk about it,” she said. “But if I do, I will also cause you to forget this dream. Agreed?”
“Well, since I’m already not going to have sex with Twilight Sparkle in this dream,” said Derpy, “I guess that’s fine.”
Nightmare Moon took a seat on the bed beside Derpy. “My counterpart, Princess Luna, has been nursing a… crush… upon Princess Twilight for some time,” she said. “I first encountered Twilight as a foe, and I saw the strength of her conviction and the way she wielded the power of friendship as both sword and shield. Even then, in those brief moments before my defeat, I admired her… if I had triumphed over her, I am certain I would have decided, in time, to make her my consort…”
Nightmare Moon sensed disapproval on Derpy’s face, and she rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, that would have been wrong, obviously. In fact,” she said, gesturing at their surroundings, “in this dream, you seem to have been rescuing her from a rather similar predicament. I have seen the error of my ways, and now my only wish is for Luna to live her life to the fullest. She and I are one, after all, and when she goes without love, we both suffer.”
“Luna watched as Twilight Sparkle refined the power of friendship within herself, and in time came to embody that power, ascending to royalty,” said Nightmare Moon. “Twilight seeks knowledge and aspires to better the lives of those around her. She loves her friends and extends a hand of kindness even to her enemies. She is everything Luna ever aspired to be. How could she not fall in love?”
Derpy chuckled. “I think you’re kinda putting Twilight on a pedestal. I mean, I like her. Obviously. That’s why I’m having a sex dream about her. But I live in the same town as her, and she’s not, like, perfect.”
“I am in love,” proclaimed Nightmare Moon, her voice becoming just a touch ominous. “If I wish to place Twilight Sparkle on a pedestal, I shall do so. I am not a creature of half measures - when Twilight Sparkle is mine, the night will be my gift to her. My touch shall be soft as starlight and as powerful as the tides. She will be loved as no one has been loved before.”
Then her shoulders dropped, and she sighed deeply. “But Luna is still unsure of herself, after returning to this world from her long and ignominious absence. She lacks the confidence to go after Twilight, so I am stuck doing this. While Luna is doing her duties in the dream realm, I sneak off and find dreams wherein ponies fuck Twilight Sparkle. And I am usually better at staying hidden.”
“Wow,” said Derpy. “That’s a pretty rough deal. Is there anything you can do about it?”
“There may be,” said Nightmare Moon. “I have been… working on it.”
“Sister,” said Luna, leaning into Celestia’s study, “Did you receive Twilight Sparkle’s latest missive? You are usually the first to hear from her, but my letter arrived through the traditional mail - as opposed to dragon’s fire - so I thought it might be true of yours as well.”
“No,” said Celestia, setting down her quill. “The last letter I received from Twilight concerned her ongoing study into changeling magic. I haven’t checked my, er, mail mail today. What’s it about?”
“An invitation,” said Luna. “She’s hosting a sort of... princess get-together, and my invitation mentioned that you would be invited as well. The whole thing is rather more formal than necessary, if I’m being honest.”
“Well, Twilight does like to do things by the book,” said Celestia. “And it wouldn’t hurt for her to get a little experience in hosting dignitaries. Anyway, it sounds lovely! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Nor would I, sister,” said Luna.
And in the privacy of their minds, Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon made the same decision: no more waiting.
Twilight was in a long, shimmering purple dress, split down the side, exposing so much of her thighs that Luna and Celestia could make out the lowest point of her cutie mark. As always, she was gorgeous, her tall, slender alicorn body perfectly framed by the cut of her dress. Twilight never seemed to realize just how beautiful she was in the dresses Rarity made for her. In Twilight’s mind, Celestia suspected, she was still the studious unicorn girl with bedhead and bags under her eyes. Even after her royal ascension had make her statuesque and curvaceous, Twilight never seemed interested in flaunting her body… and she never seemed to realize when Rarity’s dresses did the job for her.
“Princess Celestia, Princess Luna,” said Twilight Sparkle, nodding solemnly as the royal sisters stepped into the map room. “It’s an honor to receive you. I hope that your travel here was comfortable?”
“Yes, very much so, Princess Twilight,” said Celestia, stifling a laugh at Twilight’s formal tone. “The royal chariot is a bit breezy, but on a day as fine as today it is a lovely trip.”
“Then make yourselves comfortable,” said Twilight, gesturing to the chairs arrayed around the table. “Anything you need, just say the word and the castle’s staff will provide it.” The royal sisters took their seats at the table, and Twilight sat between them. “So what’s the latest from Canterlot?” she asked. “Your capital city is my hometown, as you know, and it’s such a jewel of culture. Have you had the chance to take in anything new and exciting?”
“Well, my schedule is a bit odd, of course,” said Luna, “But as it happens, I…” She put her hand to her face, concealing a smile that was growing ever wider. “I was… was, er…” Luna let out a brief spasm of laughter, slapping one hand onto the crystal table. “Twilight Sparkle, what game are you playing?” she asked, with delight on her face. “You are a delight as always, but you are so formal today!”
“Yes, I’m intrigued,” said Celestia. “The formal invitation, the way you welcomed us… that darling little suit that Spike was wearing when he let us in… you’re putting on quite a show for us, Twilight, and I’m bracing myself for some kind of punchline!”
Twilight stayed tight-lipped for a moment, turning her gaze between Celestia and Luna as a purple blush began to color her cheeks. “Ahh, I’m sorry!” she finally said. “I was just… just trying to be, you know… a princess!”
“Twilight, you are a princess,” laughed Luna. “What will prove it to you, if not your wings, your horn, and your castle?”
“I know,” mumbled Twilight, “But not the way you are! The two of you have protected and guided Equestria for centuries. You have all this experience as leaders and diplomats and I’m just trying to catch up. That’s why I tried to do this social call the ‘right’ way. The way one royal would host another at her castle. I was hoping you would come by, see what I was doing, and… sort of…” Her blush deepened. “You know, grade me.”
Princess Celestia found this particularly amusing. While Luna merely chuckled, Celestia burst into an absolute fit, tears welling in her eyes as she laughed breathlessly. “Oh, Twilight, my best, most faithful student,” she gasped, “you have not changed.”
“That's the problem, though,” groaned Twilight. “I still feel like a filly, sitting on the throne of a princess. There's still so much for me to learn, and…” she raised her hand, cutting off what she assumed would be Celestia's interjection. “And I know, I know, there’s always more to learn, I'll always be learning… but I just want to get to the point where I know what I'm doing.”
Celestia sighed patiently, giving Twilight Sparkle a loving smile. Twilight’s insecurity, as always, was adorable; she was such a hardworking, knowledgeable, competent pony, but she was always driven to do better. And when she felt she wasn't up to snuff, she would fumble and ramble and seek approval…
Honestly, it was the young princess’ worst character flaw. But it was also an opportunity for her mentor to swoop in and offer comfort.
“Twilight,” said Celestia, “be at ease. You are a princess, Twilight Sparkle. Hold your head high, for you are worthy of your station, and you do Equestria proud.”
The look of gratitude on Twilight’s face made Celestia’s heart soar. Deep within her mind, Daybreaker shared those feelings. The blazing mare would prefer that Twilight were a bit more confident - a proud and powerful equal to the mighty princess of the sun - but even she couldn't deny that Twilight’s vulnerability was charming.
“Thank you, Celestia,” said Twilight. “I know I… have a lot to be proud of. But if there's anything you would change about the way I greeted you… either of you… then I'd welcome the input.”
Luna rose from her seat, spurred to action - in part - by the subconscious urging of Nightmare Moon. Ever the opportunist, Nightmare Moon was eager to seize on Twilight’s emotional vulnerability… and when you really thought about it, taking advantage of Twilight Sparkle’s emotional state was barely evil at all. After all, Luna’s ultimate goal was to romance Twilight, to warm her body with her embrace and banish her fears into the darkness. If capitalizing on Twilight’s insecurities helped her reach that goal faster, what was the harm?
“Young Twilight,” said Luna, placing her hand on Twilight’s, “my long absence from Equestria has taught me - among other things - that being bound to the old way of doing things can be a great hindrance. You are a young princess, a modern princess, and you can make your own way. With your wisdom and judgment, I know - we know - that you will make the right choices.”
“Aww, geez,” sniffled Twilight, “if I'm a full-fledged princess, why am I getting all mushy?” She stood from her chair and embraced Luna, pulling her into a warm, soft embrace. Luna returned the hug, placing her hands on Twilight’s lower back… and resisting the urge to grasp her butt. Nightmare Moon was fighting hard for the idea, but Luna kept her hands steady.
Daybreaker, meanwhile, was white-hot with jealousy. Seeing someone else comforting Twilight Sparkle was too much to bear - and worse, it was a mare who might actually be able to compete for Twilight Sparkle’s heart. Neither Daybreaker nor Celestia had ever seriously considered that Luna had designs on Twilight… but if Luna did win her over, she could have Twilight forever. Twilight and Luna could spend their immortal lives together, and Princess Celestia would be stuck on the outside, watching them embrace, seeing them kiss, and listening to the sounds of their lovemaking.
Burning with righteous fury, but calm and regal on the surface, Princess Celestia rose from her seat and put her hands on Twilight’s shoulders. “Luna is right,” she said. “You have exceeded our every expectation. You have done things that my sister and I could not. And with or without ‘traditional’ decorum, the magic of friendship makes you an exceptional diplomat.”
“Thank you, Princess Celestia,” said Twilight. She turned herself around, slipping out of Luna’s embrace and wrapping her arms around Celestia. “I love you two, and your respect means so much to me…”
Celestia and Luna both felt their hearts flutter at the words “I love you”... but they were achingly aware that it had been addressed to both of them. Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon began making plans to get Twilight alone… but there was only so much either of them could do, buried so deep in the subconscious.
“Well, now that we’ve broken the ice,” said Celestia, “Let’s all just relax, shall we? I’d love to just have a chat with you, Twilight; ever since you left Equestria, it seems as though all of our in-person meetings are about some terrible crisis.” She sat down, and the other two mares followed suit. “Luna,” said Celestia, “When Twilight was a student, she and I would talk long into the night, over tea and far too many snacks. Back then I was raising the moon, of course, so I had to stay up a bit later than usual…”
Celestia paused, her brow wrinkling. Now that she reflected on it, that had been a somewhat cruel thing to say - if only because Luna was present. Emphasizing the closeness of her and Twilight’s relationship, and explicitly referencing the time that Luna had been banished from Equestria… to Luna’s ears, it might sound as though Celestia were trying to exclude her. Where did that come from?
It came from Daybreaker, of course; her aggressive jealousy, filtered through Celestia’s conscious mind, was whittled down to mere passive-aggressiveness. Luna, who loved her sister, thought she detected the passive-aggressiveness, but was willing to give Celestia the benefit of the doubt.
Nightmare Moon also loved her sister Celestia, but she did not suffer insults lightly. She knew, with certainty, that Celestia was trying to push her away from Twilight. This was unacceptable; Celestia had the advantage, and they both knew it. If Luna was to win, she needed to push back hard… but even though Nightmare Moon was fired up, Luna’s conscious mind was barely aware of the struggle that was taking place. Nightmare Moon pushed and prodded at Luna’s mind, trying to fight back just a little bit…
“You know,” said Luna, “I think that you and I have much in common. We are both outsiders, in our own way. If you wish to learn about courtly manners, I could certainly instruct you… and in return - since I still have much to learn about the modern era - perhaps you could teach me how mares live their lives today. I have spent so much time catching up on current events and modern technology, and I still know very little about things like courtship and sex…”
“Luna?!” gasped Twilight - though she seemed amused, rather than offended.
“Do you not think we had such things in the old days?” laughed Luna. “Come now, Twilight, we are three grown mares. Three friends. And friends discuss such things, do they not?” Luna smiled deviously, although she was surprised at herself for being so forward. Nightmare Moon, though, was pleased; making Twilight flustered was a risky gambit… but it seemed to be paying off. Her wide eyes and blushing face were terribly cute, which caused a steeper buildup of arousal in Luna’s loins. And the more aroused Luna became, the more power Nightmare Moon could exert over her actions.
“Well… I get left out of a lot of those discussions, I think,” said Twilight, who was visibly thrown off balance by the topic at hand. “I never had all that much experience, and… I was always pretty busy with research and, you know, adventures… I think the girls know I can’t contribute a lot to those discussions. They’ve offered to set me up with someone nice, but… well, I’m as busy as ever now that I’m a princess.”
“Twilight, if I may…” said Celestia gently, “I understand why you might feel the need to throw yourself wholly into your work, even if it means denying yourself pleasures. But you must be a mare as well as a princess, and a mare needs love. A mare needs to be touched.” She placed her hand on Twilight’s. “If you deny yourself that for too long… well, things that you repress have a way of coming out.”
Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon both had a private laugh. Princess Celestia was more right than she knew.
Twilight, meanwhile, was retreating into herself, squirming at all this talk of intimacy from her gorgeous mentor and her equally lovely sister. “Refreshments!” she said, louder and more panicky than she’d intended. “Yes, I have… cakes, pastries, tea, little sandwiches… oh gosh, you must be famished, both of you! Neither of you warned me that being an alicorn would triple my appetite…” Laughing awkwardly, Twilight magically rolled a serving cart over to the table and set out plates and cups for the three of them.
“Tea?” said Twilight. “I’ve been trying out new blends, and I found one I think you’ll both like a lot! Dark, just a bit spicy… I don’t know if you’ve heard of ‘golden thistle,’ but the flavor is unique…” She poured them each a full cup, and Luna lifted hers for a sip.
“This is delightful,” said Luna. “You know what would make it perfect, though?” Her horn flashed, and a small bottle of brown liquor appeared out of nowhere.
“Oh!” said Twilight, as Luna topped off her cup without even asking. “I don’t suppose this is typical of diplomatic meetings, is it?”
“No,” said Celestia, smiling as she watched Luna fill up all three teacups with liquor. “It’s more of a girls’ night thing.” Inside her mind, Daybreaker was pleased; Luna was throwing her a lot of curveballs, but a little alcohol would help Daybreaker rise to the surface.
“All right,” laughed Twilight, sipping her spiked tea and recoiling slightly at the bite of the booze. “Girls’ night!”
Luna pumped her fist, and dusted off the Royal Canterlot Voice for a triumphant yell. “GIRLS’ NIGHT!”
“No, you are misremembering,” said Celestia. “I was by far the wilder one, Luna. Was it not I who streaked through the halls of the old castle?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” said Luna, pouring another splash of liquor into her teacup. They were all a few drinks in, reaching the point where - even with an alicorn metabolism - they were growing noticeably tipsy. “But it was I who dared you, sister. I surely would have done something wilder, if you had been bold enough to escalate…”
“You... streaked?” asked Twilight. “Like, ran naked?”
“That is indeed what it means to ‘streak,’” said Celestia. “Are you finding it difficult to picture?”
Nightmare Moon did not care for the idea of Twilight picturing Celestia naked. Luna’s arousal - and her mild inebriation - was giving Nightmare Moon a more direct line to Luna’s mouth, so she spoke through it. “Perhaps you find it easier to imagine me streaking,” she said, “or dancing nude beneath the light of my moon? I have done the latter, when the stresses of my station became too great to bear. That was how I released tension, back when I was a bit more wild…” She put a finger to her lips, giving Twilight a sultry look. “Of course, since I am ageless, and eternally youthful, there is no reason I could not become wild again…”
“I think what my sister is getting at, Twilight,” said Celestia, “is that you need a form of stress release, as you adjust to being a princess. A way to loosen up. Perhaps we could make this girls’ night a regular event? We could schedule the next one for… two weeks from today?”
Luna gripped the edge of the table, trying to keep her face from visibly scowling at her sister. “You must have forgotten, Tia,” she said, “that I will be visiting the Crystal Empire during that time. It would hardly be a ‘girls’ night’ if it were just the two of you.” She drained her teacup, swallowing the hard liquor in a loud gulp. “Besides,” she said, “I have an even better idea. A pleasant dream is wonderfully restorative, Twilight Sparkle. I could come to you in your dreams, every night if you wish, and show you what is possible in the realms of imagination…”
Twilight was speechless; she wasn’t the best at picking up signals, but even she could tell that something was up. All this talk of nudity, of getting her alone… She lifted a little cake to her face, trying to fill her mouth so that she’d have an excuse not to talk - but it slipped from her fingers and bounced off her cleavage, leaving a smear of sweet white cream on her breasts and the front of her dress. Luna and Celestia both seized on the moment, leaning towards Twilight and extending a hand to clean the surface of her breasts. “Let me get that for you,” they said, at nearly the same time.
And just for a moment, their anger at one another got in the way of their arousal. They silently stared daggers at one another, and Twilight seized on the moment to stand up from the table. “It got on my dress!” she declared. “There’s some stain remover in the hall closet, I’m just… going to grab it… I’ll be right back…”
Twilight strode purposefully out of the room. She practically had steam pouring from from her ears; she’d never been the center of such intense attention… and from the princesses, no less! She needed just a second to cool off, and this little stain was as good an excuse as any…
Meanwhile, back in the map room, Celestia and Luna were scowling at one another, seething with frustration. As soon as Twilight was out of the room, Celestia rose from the table, fire flashing in her eyes. “Luna, you are making our host uncomfortable,” she spat.
“I?” said Luna, rising from her seat. “I am making her uncomfortable? I do not recall broaching the subject of streaking.”
“You proposed some kind of… secret dream liaison,” said Celestia, getting in Luna’s face. “If you are jealous of my bond with Twilight Sparkle, sister, this is a vulgar way of showing it.”
“Jealous!” scoffed Luna. “Of course I must be jealous. How very telling that you always assume I am jealous of you. It speaks volumes about the size of your ego!”
“My ego is… not the issue here, you… you…” Celestia’s face felt hot. She felt hot all over, in fact. Something inside of her was rising to the surface. It started in her chest and spread to her limbs - soon it was just beneath her skin…
And Luna was feeling much the same thing… although the feeling that spread through her body was Colder. Darker. A grim sense of focus, of unwavering purpose, was filling her mind; she’d felt it before, a thousand years ago, and she knew it was still a part of her. This other self, this dark half… there was no stopping it now. Darkness poured from her mane as the transformation…
But the darkness was met with a wave of intense heat - because Celestia had transformed at the same moment. Now Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon, both fully in control, were staring each other down.
“Oh, wonderful,” groaned Nightmare Moon. “Letting out your dark side, sister? What is this about?”
“Twilight Sparkle is mine,” growled Daybreaker. “That is what this is about. I can tell you have designs on her, but I have known her longer. I have loved her longer.” She snorted, and her fiery mane blazed brighter. “So stand aside, sister. No more talk of dancing nude. No visits to her dreams. I will have Twilight Sparkle this very night, and you may do whatever you wish as long as you stay out of our way.”
“Your ‘claim’ on Twilight Sparkle expired some time ago, sister,” said Nightmare Moon. “If you loved her for so long, why did you not act? I will not leave her waiting like you did, sister, and that is why I am the better mare.”
“I am more than ready to act on my feelings now,” said Daybreaker. “And if that means roughhousing with my dear sister, so be it.”
Nightmare Moon stepped back, grinning, with darkness gathering in the palms of her hands. “Very well,” she said. “I think we are overdue for a rematch.”
“Remarkable,” said Nightmare Moon, squinting at Daybreaker as the two alicorns circled the table. “I truly never believed I’d see you in the flesh. And I’m seeing rather a lot of flesh…”
Both mares were scantily dressed, actually - their transformations hadn’t been kind to their clothes. For one thing, Nightmare Moon was a good deal taller than Luna, and growing upwards had torn the top of her dress from the bottom. And they’d both just about doubled their muscle mass when they transformed into their other, wilder selves. Sleeves and straps got torn, and everything above the waist was ripped to tatters, barely hanging on. And the two alicorn’s bodies, brimming with physical and magical strength, moved like prowling beasts as they circled the table.
Neither one of them was truly focusing on the others’ near-nudity, although their eyes did twitch to catch the occasional flash of a nipple. They were more focused on the spells they were casting; both alicorns had elected to begin with a round of protective enchantments, girding themselves against magical attacks before the battle began. At practically the same moment, raging fire formed at the tip of Daybreaker’s horn and inky darkness gathered on Nightmare Moon’s. The true test of wills was about to begin - a magical battle that could bring down the castle, or consume the entire town of Ponyville…
“STOP,” commanded a voice from the doorway. The princess’ heads turned just a few degrees, just enough that they could see the source of the sound while keeping an eye on each other.
“Twilight!” said Nightmare Moon, panic seeping into her normally confident voice. “Twilight, I-”
“Stacked Deck’s Scalpel,” said Twilight coldly - flicking her finger towards the two purple bolts of energy she was levitating beside herself. “Derived from a school of magic normally used for internal medicine. Compared to most offensive spells, it is laughably inefficient… but most forms of magical barrier are useless against it.”
Daybreaker made a gesture towards Nightmare Moon, holding up her palm. “Twilight,” she said, “I am sorry you-”
“Primary effect is excruciating pain, which is why I am hesitating to use it,” said Twilight, “But I will subdue you both, by whatever means necessary, unless you give me a very good reason not to. Shields down, ladies. Horns off.”
The sisters hesitated for just a moment… and then they quietly dispelled their magical barriers and let the spells in their horns dissipate. “Twilight,” said Nightmare Moon, putting her finger to her lips, “Hearing you talk like that is… exciting.”
Twilight’s magical bolts lurched forward threateningly, each moving about a foot and a half closer to their targets. Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker, now nearly defenseless, both flinched. “That is not an explanation,” she said.
“Twilight,” said Daybreaker, “Dear Twilight, I will explain.”
“Good start,” said Twilight. “So you’re Daybreaker? Starlight told me about you… I just didn’t think you were real.”
“Existential matters would take a rather long time to explain,” said Daybreaker. “But… yes, I am real.”
“Okay. So what is it you want?” asked Twilight. “And how do I get Princess Celestia back?”
“Well… the latter question brings us dangerously close to existential territory,” said Celestia. “But as for the former… there is only one thing I want, Twilight Sparkle. I want you. Princess Celestia’s love for you was what awakened me, Twilight, and I am here solely because I wish to win your heart.”
“And I as well!” said Nightmare Moon. “Luna loves you dearly, and I awoke because she lacked the strength to vie for your love.”
“That’s… no, that’s not how this works,” said Twilight, shaking her head. “Nightmare Moon came out because she wanted to rule Equestria and plunge it into eternal night, not because she was in love…”
Nightmare Moon chuckled. “And I suppose you are the expert on the manifestation of alter egos? You don’t even have one of your own… Hmm, not yet, anyway.”
“Nightmare Moon and I exist beside our counterparts,” said Daybreaker, stepping forward cautiously. “We are embodiments of desire, and as long as our ‘other selves’ satisfy their desires, we are content to be passengers. But when a desire is denied long enough, we grow in strength.”
“A thousand years ago, Luna desired the same love that her sister received,” said Nightmare Moon. “And she suffered in silence, unloved and lonely, until I was strong enough to take control.”
“Okay…” said Twilight, still eyeing the sisters cautiously.
“But it is not eternal night that I desire this time,” said Nightmare Moon. “It is only you, Twilight Sparkle. I have loved you since I came to know you, and I will not be complete until you are in my arms.”
“Hence the conflict,” said Daybreaker. “Princess Celestia has loved you for even longer-” Nightmare Moon snorted derisively, and Daybreaker turned her head sharply to scowl at her sister. “Well, it’s true. While she mentored you, pushing down her feelings, I grew in strength… and now I’m here, Twilight. And I am yours.”
“So…” said Twilight, “Both princesses fell in love with me… and both of their alter egos got strong enough to come out and court me… on the same day?”
Daybreaker smiled, letting a chuckle escape her throat. “It is funny, when you look at it a certain way,” she said. “But it’s a bit less of a pure coincidence that you might imagine. I believe we both sensed that the other was getting close to actively pursuing you, which hastened our emergence. And, of course, this little get-together was exactly the crucible that was needed for this odd event to transpire…”
“Okay, I suppose that makes some sense,” said Twilight. The magic bolts beside her, which she’d been maintaining throughout the conversation, faded into nothing. “So now what?”
“Well, when you entered the room,” said Nightmare Moon, visibly relaxing now that she didn’t have a spell aimed at her, “Daybreaker and I were about to have something of an informal duel to determine who would... “ she paused, considering her wording. “...Win the right to pursue you.”
“I’d be happy to pick that back up,” said Daybreaker. “Perhaps in a different venue? Someplace with not quite so many breakable objects and innocent bystanders?”
“No!” said Twilight. “Fighting for my love? If you two honestly think that’s the way to win my heart, you are very different mares than the princesses I know!”
“Oh, it would not be as brutal as you may be imagining,” said Nightmare Moon, casually waving away Twilight’s indignance. “We would trade a few nonlethal spells, whittling down each others’ defenses, until I found an opening and wrestled Daybreaker to the ground. She would not surrender quickly, but I would wear her down. And once I emerged victorious, you and I would retire to someplace private, where we would make love continuously for several days and nights.”
Nightmare Moon leaned forward, and her tattered dress slipped lower on her shoulders, exposing a full view of her jet-black breasts and deep blue nipples. Twilight found herself staring, feeling a swirl of confused emotions. She still didn’t want the princesses to fight over her, of course… but Nightmare Moon’s brief description of the powerful alicorn sisters wrestling one another gave her pause. Their bodies were bigger now, their feminine curves framed by powerful and enticing muscles… the thought of days-long sexual congress with the victor of a princess-on-princess brawl wasn’t totally without appeal.
“Do you truly think you could overpower me, sister?” scoffed Daybreaker, putting her hands to her hips in a pose that seemed to deliberately show off her musculature. “Even if you managed to grapple me, you would find yourself baking in my solar heat… sweating and panting, muscles straining to keep hold of me as my fire depleted your strength.”
Twilight gulped, her mind suddenly swimming with suggestive imagery. “Girls, please…”
“You think the heat of a star can faze me, sister?” said Nightmare Moon. “I am the night. The endless cold darkness between the stars.”
“Oh please, you're just the moon,” said Daybreaker, rolling her eyes. “You don't get all of outer space just because you're the night princess.”
Nightmare Moon snorted. “If you are so confident, then let our magics clash and see who comes out on top. I have half a mind to tear this tattered dress off and start brawling right this second.”
“Girls! Please!” said Twilight, who was worried that her resolve would give out if the princesses spent any more time verbally sparring. “Neither of you will win my heart through violence!”
The princesses took a moment to process this information. “But,” said Nightmare Moon, “you are… open to having your heart won? By either of us?”
Twilight walked over to the central table, with a thoughtful expression on her face, and took a seat. “Well… sure,” she said. “I love both the princesses dearly, and you two are… sort of... the princesses?” She sighed. “I still don't understand all this. Are the princesses… coming back?”
“Yes,” said Daybreaker. “The two of us are expressions of Celestia’s and Luna’s desires. Speaking for myself, my only purpose is to ensure that Celestia pursues your love. Whether I win or lose, I will consider the matter settled and become Princess Celestia once more.” Nightmare Moon nodded in agreement.
“Okay, good,” said Twilight. “But... “ she rested her head in one hand, staring blankly at the crystalline surface of the table. “This is still a lot to take in. Princess Celestia has been in love with me? For how long?”
“I could not give you a precise date and time,” said Daybreaker, “But when you left for Ponyville, she began to think of you less as a student and more as an independent mare - a mare who accomplished great things with the lessons she taught you, and overcame obstacles with the friends she gathered around her. And when you became a princess… well, Celestia began to think of you as someone she would truly be able to spend her life with.”
Twilight shook her head in disbelief. “So… this whole time… I mean, Celestia is my mentor, a guiding star in my life, a pony I have loved and trusted since I was young. But…”
“Do you not share her feelings?” asked Daybreaker. There was a crack in the fiery mare’s confidence, and the flames of her mane visibly dimmed.
“I don’t know!” said Twilight. “I never imagined she’d feel that way about me! How do I sort through a lifetime’s worth of feelings and come up with a simple answer?” She turned to Nightmare Moon. “And Luna is in love with me too? When did that start?”
“The moment you vanquished me was a time of… heightened emotion,” said Nightmare Moon. “For me, and for Princess Luna. “The rage I felt when I was defeated, and Luna’s gratitude at being herself again… it was difficult to stop thinking about you, Twilight, for quite some time. And the kindness you showed us on Nightmare Night has stayed with us. At a time when we felt most unloved, you lifted us up, simply because of who you are. When we think of you, Twilight, our heart grows warm. We wish to be close to you, always.” She sighed. “But perhaps you do not think of Princess Luna the same way?”
“I guess I don’t know,” said Twilight. “I suppose I’ve always admired you… sympathized with your feelings of alienation… and the mystique of the mare who walks in dreams is certainly alluring, but…” She groaned, rubbing her temple. “I don’t know! I’m thinking about all this for the first time! Even if there was only one of you, this would feel impossible!”
“As much as I would like to win your heart outright, Twilight Sparkle,” said Daybreaker. “Perhaps it is… too much to ask. Forgive my reckless ambition. I suppose the two of us could… lower the stakes somewhat, now that our intentions are out in the open. You need not pledge your whole self to me, Twilight, but would you be willing to let Celestia court you? To prove herself to you, in the hopes that love might blossom?”
“Well, when you put it that way,” said Twilight, “yes, I suppose I’m willing to give it a try. I mean, who am I to turn down a mare of your stature? And Nightmare Moon, does this sound all right to you?”
“It is only fair to take your feelings into account, Twilight,” said Nightmare Moon. “If this is more to your liking, then I agree to it.”
“Well, it is good to have that settled,” said Daybreaker. “I am sorry that we made a poor impression upon you, Twilight Sparkle, but it was only because we needed some kind of contest to determine who was the most deserving mare.”
“Now that my temper is no longer raging,” said Nightmare Moon, “I suppose that magical and physical combat is not the most logical way to settle our conflict.”
“Well, neither of us was thinking logically,” said Daybreaker. “We merely wished to win decisively. Now that Twilight Sparkle is aware of our contest, though, it behooves us to choose what is best for her. The question is, how do we determine that?”
In the silence that followed, Twilight considered the question. There was some precedent in the romantic fiction she read, but she’d never been satisfied with those stories. Even when the duels resulted in the “correct” suitor winning the protagonist’s heart - as they generally did, since the stories were designed to deliver satisfying conclusions - Twilight couldn’t help but think it could have been handled better. But she’d never dared to imagine that Celestia and Luna would be fighting one another (as their “evil” alter-egos, no less) with her heart as the prize. What contest could possibly-
“I know,” said Daybreaker. “Since we are trying to win Twilight’s love, why not prove which one of us is the better lover?”
Twilight stammered, struck dumb by the proposal. “Wh-”
“Ah, a direct approach,” said Nightmare Moon, her mouth gradually curling into a smile. “Yes, very reasonable. Twilight already knows Luna and Celestia well, so she can already deduce what it would be like to spend a evening together, or go on a romantic getaway. What she does not know is how we fuck.”
“Yes, precisely,” said Daybreaker, strolling over to where Twilight sat and putting her hand on her shoulder. “With our boundless passion and unlimited stamina, we will make love to Twilight for however long it takes her to come to a decision. Whoever best pleasures her will be the victor.”
“Then it is agreed,” said Nightmare Moon. She walked over to Twilight and placed her hand on the mare’s other shoulder. “Let us begin right away, sister.”
As the two powerful alicorns lifted her from her seat and began to lead her out of the room, Twilight was still struggling to speak. Every time she thought she was about to recover the power of speech, something took her voice away again: a hand confidently groping her bottom, a series of kisses running up her neck to her cheek, the brush of steely muscles against her arm. Silent, yielding to the wishes of her aspiring lovers, she let herself be walked out into the hallway and up the stairs to her bedroom.
Twilight was practically delirious, overstimulated nearly to the point of mental shutdown as Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon carried her upstairs. Her feet were barely touching the floor; the two gorgeous, powerful alicorns were effortlessly lifting her body as they carried her along. Their long, slender fingers brushed against her shoulders, against her breasts, down her belly… strong hands squeezed her bottom and soft lips kissed her neck as they ascended the castle’s crystal steps. Although Nightmare Moon’s mane was a swirl of starlit darkness and Daybreaker’s was a trail of flame, Twilight smelled the fragrance of their manes with each breath. Nightmare Moon’s fragrance was fresh-cut flowers, blooming in moonlight. Daybreaker’s mane was a spiced potpourri, sweet and woody and hot.
Nightmare Moon pushed open the door to Twilight’s bedroom - a place she’d never been before, the sight of which made her heart race. It was a big room for one mare, but it looked just right for three - particularly if two of those mares had godlike statures and powerful physiques. The room was an oval, with tall windows lining the walls and a wide purple bed set at its far end; the princesses crossed the room together and laid Twilight on the bed, each taking their place beside her.
“How shall we begin, Twilight?” asked Nightmare Moon, one finger toying at the shoulder of Twilight’s dress. “If there is something you want me to do to you, Twilight, I will give you whatever you wish… but if you prefer I take the lead, I certainly have many ideas.”
“I am at your service as well,” said Daybreaker, running her fingers through Twilight’s mane. “You may command me, my darling Twilight… or perhaps you would prefer that I command you? You know Princess Celestia as a mentor… perhaps you would like me to be stern? Even cruel? I will be whatever you desire, Twilight…”
The sisters looked to Twilight for an answer - but they only saw a mare who was paralyzed by the choice before her. Twilight wanted this; she was as sure of that as she’d ever been of anything. But it was too much - there were too many routes to choose between, too many possible futures. She had two legends of Equestria in front of her, vowing to do whatever she wished. And this wasn’t just Luna and Celestia; it was their evil counterparts, bulging with muscle and brimming with magical power. They were beautiful and frightening, and Twilight was hugely turned on… but could she really ask for what she wanted? What did she want?
“Twilight?” asked Nightmare Moon, peering into Twilight’s blank eyes. “Don’t just lie there, Twilight Sparkle. Simply speak your merest desire, and I will fulfill it.”
“Dear me,” said Daybreaker. “I fear we may have broken poor Twilight. She is young, and… well, I do not claim to know how experienced she is, but we may be giving her more than she is prepared to handle.”
“You may be right, Daybreaker,” said Nightmare Moon. “It is in my nature to serve my own needs first and foremost, but if I am to prove myself a suitable lover then I must put Twilight first. Twilight, my love,” she said, putting her lips up to Twilight’s ear, “Would a bit of gentle foreplay suit you better?”
“Y-yes,” squeaked Twilight.
“Wonderful,” said Nightmare Moon. “Then we shall be slow… and loving… until you are ready to be loved ruthlessly.” She breathed a hot breath onto Twilight’s ear, making the smaller mare shudder on the bed. Then the dark princess wove her fingers into Twilight’s mane, stroking her scalp, teasing the base of her horn. Twilight whimpered, pulling her legs together, as she felt her marehood growing slick.
“Now we are getting somewhere,” said Daybreaker. “Since you are pleasuring her horn, sister, I will find other ways to excite her.” She stared down at Twilight’s body - which was still fully clothed - and made a thoughtful noise. “It’s perhaps a bit too early to strip you down, Twilight,” she said, “But I am practically nude, and I think we can do something with that.”
She lifted herself from the bed and straddled Twilight’s prone body. She absolutely towered over Twilight - even more so than usual - and her blazing mane and bulging muscles were all the more impressive. Her dress, all in tatters, hid very little of her body; her snow-white skin and the steely muscles beneath were on lurid display. And when she took hold of the neckline and ripped, she exposed her entire top half. Her tits, nearly as large as Twilight’s head, were brazenly bared… and while Twilight gazed up at their perfection, Daybreaker reached down and took Twilight’s hand.
“You may do more than look, Twilight,” said Daybreaker, guiding Twilight’s hand upward. She pressed Twilight’s palm onto her thigh and slowly brought it upwards, giving the other mare time to touch and feel every contour of her musculature.
“I see how you admire my body,” said Daybreaker. “And who could blame you? I am everything that Princess Celestia is and more. I am her power and her leadership and her regal bearing, stripped of all doubt. My body is beautiful and strong; I am physically perfect because I have willed myself so.”
Daybreaker guided Twilight’s hand along her thigh - up along the inside, where soft skin concealed firm muscle. Twilights fingers drew closer and closer to Daybreaker’s marehood, the very core of her; Twilight’s heart raced at the thought of it. It must be hot, thought Twilight - hot and slick and strong. Its taste, its scent, the feel of it… it had to be heavenly.
At the thought of Daybreaker’s pussy, Twilight felt old memories wash up onto the surface of her mind; the truth was, she had thought about Princess Celestia in a sexual way. Many times, in fact. As a maturing mare, she’d one day realized that her mentor - who possessed centuries of wisdom, as well as unearthly splendour and grace - was a mare like any other. And that meant she had a pussy - a pussy that grew wet with arousal, a pussy that sometimes begged for satisfaction. A pussy that surely - over the centuries - had been fucked. And had came. And…
And Twilight had put such thoughts out of her mind. They felt strange, almost sacrilegious, and Twilight knew that if she didn’t stop thinking them right away, she might never stop. Some ponies might not be able to stop themselves from thinking such thoughts, but Twilight Sparkle had a disciplined mind - so disciplined, in fact, that she had nearly forgotten the times she fantasized about Celestia. And now the marehood she’d imagined was just inches from her fingertips…
But then Daybreaker guided her hand away from her crotch, around the curve of her thigh and up to her abdominal muscles. Those, too, were exciting to the senses; so firm, and lightly slicked with perspiration. Guided by Daybreaker’s hand, Twilight felt all the ridges of her abs, her hand drifting upward until it finally touched the underside of Daybreaker’s breasts.
“Feel me, Twilight Sparkle,” whispered Daybreaker, lifting Twilight’s hand to cup her breast. “This body is yours if you want it. My strength, my beauty, it is yours whenever and however you want it.” She squeezed Twilight’s hand, sinking both their fingers into the soft flesh of her tits. “Touch me, taste me, wrap yourself in me… bask in my warmth for as long as you wish.”
Twilight, gaining confidence, took control of her own hand. She squeezed Daybreaker’s breast, stroking the fat pink nipple with one finger - and then lifted her other hand to feel up Daybreaker’s thigh again…
And then Nightmare Moon caught her wrist gently - but firmly - and guided her hand onto her midnight-blue thighs. “Come now, Twilight,” she said, “How are you going to come to a decision if you don’t sample all the goods?” With Twilight’s hand caressing her thigh, she brought her lips to Twilight’s, planting a feather-soft kiss on her face.
Daybreaker slipped her hand beneath the small of Twilight’s back, gently caressing her skin through the back of her dress. “Too many clothes in the way, Twilight, don’t you think?” asked Daybreaker. “Maybe you’re ready to open yourself up to me?”
“Mmm… yes,” sighed Twilight, pulling back momentarily from Nightmare Moon’s kiss. She shrugged her shoulders, trying to wriggle out of her dress, but the straps didn’t come off so easily.
“Shall I help you with that?” asked Daybreaker. She touched two fingers to the front of Twilight’s dress, and a pinprick of golden light appeared on the fabric. The light began to grow, spreading like a heatless flame along the fabric. In the wake of the flame, Twilight’s dress simply disappeared; had Twilight been observing, Daybreaker would have reassured her that the flame, like Spike’s dragonfire, was merely transporting the dress to the far corner of the room. But Twilight’s eyes were shut, and she barely noticed her dress disappearing… until she felt Daybreaker’s fingers touching bare skin. When she felt that, she became very aware that she was suddenly far less clothed, with only her lavender bra and panties remaining.
Nightmare Moon was kissing her way down Twilight’s neck, stroking her bare shoulders and whispering hot breaths onto her collarbone. She felt an abrupt pressure on her cheek, which grew more insistent as she pushed back. “May I cut in?” she said, speaking firmly but not raising her voice enough to disturb the mood. “You’ve been having such a good time up here, it’s only fair that I get a turn.”
Nightmare Moon’s first instinct was to fight back, to assert dominance - but she had Twilight’s feelings to think about. Too much conflict could spoil Twilight’s enjoyment and cost Nightmare Moon her chance at the mare’s heart… “Very well, sister,” she said. “I will seek opportunities further south.”
Nightmare Moon put her fingers on Twilight’s collarbone and let them glide downward, over the silk of her bra and down past her belly button. Stroking her soft belly - which boasted none of the muscle definition of Nightmare Moon’s washboard abs - made the dark princess’ pussy drip with arousal. Twilight seemed so much smaller, now that Luna had transformed into her dark counterpart. Nightmare Moon was a bigger, buffer version of the princess of the night - and that made her much larger than Twilight. The young alicorn was by no means scrawny; she had a healthy set of thighs and a proportional bosom, which made for a lovely figure. But compared to the amazonian figures that Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker possessed, she was downright waifish.
“Ahh, Twilight,” sighed Nightmare Moon, inhaling the scent of Twilight’s skin. “I can tell I have been having an effect… you are blossoming, are you not? Your body is ready to be loved…”
Twilight was still wearing her panties, but they were soaked through; the soft lavender was a deep purple now, the dark stain spreading over the front. “Yes,” said Nightmare Moon, stroking the edges of Twilight’s cutie mark, “Your body is speaking to you, Twilight, telling you that you are ready. You are beautiful, Twilight - you are princess, and you deserve to be loved like one. Will you permit us to give you the love you deserve?”
Nightmare Moon’s horn glowed blue, and Twilight felt a cool touch on her upper back. Nightmare Moon was magically holding the clasp of her bra, touching it lightly. Twilight shuddered, reacting more to Daybreaker’s caress and kisses than to Nightmare Moon’s advances… but the dark princess took it as a “yes” and unhooked her bra. Her magic pulled it away from her body and tossed it aside, baring Twilight’s pert purple breasts.
And Daybreaker, without missing a beat, kissed her way down to Twilight’s breasts. She teased the areola with her lips, making Twilight squirm beneath her - and then she flicked the nipple with her tongue. Twilight was whimpering helplessly, her pussy overflowing, her body ready and waiting to be ravished…
And then Daybreaker was shoved aside - quite hard, actually - by Nightmare Moon’s hand. “Excuse me, sister,” she protested, “It was I who removed Twilight Sparkle’s brassiere. I intended to pleasure her there; I did not do it so that you could have access to her bust.”
“Shame on you, Nightmare Moon,” Daybreaker scolded. “I merely saw a need, and I sought to fulfill it. My only concern is Twilight’s pleasure… and you are only thinking about yourself.” She cupped Twilight’s breast, stroking the nipple with her thumb, and smiled smugly at her sister.
“Do you take Twilight for a fool?” spat Nightmare Moon. She slipped her hand into the side of Twilight’s panties, caressing her cutie mark and the curve of her rump. “She can see that your motives are selfish, Daybreaker.”
“No more than yours,” said Daybreaker. “We are both here to prove ourselves, after all. Twilight’s body is our battlefield, and I will do what it takes to conquer it.”
Blazing light rose up the length of her horn, bringing two translucent golden hands into existence. They joined Daybreaker’s hands on the surface of Twilight’s body - one stroked beneath Twilight’s chin, and the other behind her ears. Twilight gasped in surprise; there were twice as many hands on her now, all of them warm and gentle against her skin.
“More hands?” said Nightmare Moon. In her anger, she squeezed Twilight’s butt, drawing another shocked gasp from the young princess. “Then I will meet you with greater force.” Nightmare Moon manifested four magical hands, setting them loose on Twilight Sparkle’s prone body. Now they were touching her everywhere - two on her inner thighs, one cupping her left breast, and one swirling its fingers over the front of Twilight's panties.
“No holds barred, I see,” said Daybreaker. “Very well, I shan’t hold back either.” She manifested another pair of hands, sending one of them to Twilight’s bottom and the other to her crotch. The luminous golden fingers snuck beneath her panties, stroking her slick vulva and gently, gradually parting her folds. Twilight’s eyes shot open in surprise at the sudden invasion; it wasn’t unwelcome, it was just… unexpected. Especially when there were already far more hands on her body than she’d ever had before.
“Oh, we are in the final act, are we?” asked Nightmare Moon, squaring her shoulders and scowling at Daybreaker. “Permit me to join you.” One of her magical hands flew to Twilight’s crotch and worked itself into her panties, shoving Daybreaker’s hand aside to compete for space between Twilight’s pussy lips.
“Nightmare Moon,” growled Daybreaker, sitting up on the bed, “You are not keeping Twilight’s pleasure in mind! She does not need two competing hands in her marehood!” With her real hands - the ones at the end of her arms - she reached out towards Nightmare Moon’s horn, seeking to silence her magic. But Nightmare Moon grabbed her wrists, wrestling her arms away.
Then - scowling, grunting, grappling, the two mares fought for dominance. And all the while, their magical hands were all over Twilight’s body, gliding between sensitive spots - from her lips to her ears, from her breasts to her thighs, stimulating every inch that they could reach. And two sets of fingers were still working at her slit, schlicking between the wet lips of her marehood.
It was too much, too fast. Twilight wanted to tell them to slow down - to tell them that their competitive natures had gotten the best of them once again - but she couldn’t find the words. All she could do was stare upwards at the titans who were struggling over her, wrestling for the right to make love to her. From Twilight’s perspective, lying flat on the bed, their bodies seemed to stretch into the sky, like living colossi with muscles straining against one another.
Twilight’s rational mind absolutely did not want the unleashed alter egos of Equestria’s princesses to fight over her… and yet, being the object of both of their affections was kind of an incredible feeling. Twilight, without even trying, had driven a wedge between the royal sisters. The two most beautiful and powerful mares in Equestria were fighting over her; had any pony in history ever received such an honor? Just the thought of it was making Twilight lightheaded…
Well, not just the thought of it, actually. The hands still gliding over her body, touching every inch of her, were giving Twilight more attention than her mind knew how to deal with. She felt a shadow falling over her mind, pleasure eclipsing her consciousness, until she plunged into blissful darkness.
“You villain,” grunted Daybreaker, her face red from the strain of grappling with her sister, “I shall defeat you as many times as it takes. The sun shall always triumph, Nightmare Moon!”
“You… underestimate me, sister,” growled Nightmare Moon. “As always, you think yourself superior simply because…” Her arms slackened a bit, and Daybreaker gained the advantage in their struggle. “Wait, sister,” said Nightmare Moon. “One moment! Stop!”
“I will not yield when I can taste victory, little sister!” said Daybreaker.
“No, I mean it!” protested Nightmare Moon. “Look at Twilight!”
Daybreaker looked down at Twilight - eyes closed, mouth hanging open, utterly motionless. She released Nightmare Moon’s hands and shook Twilight’s body, getting no reaction.
“You’ve killed her, sister,” said Nightmare Moon, shaking her head.
Daybreaker crossed her arms. “Do not joke,” she said. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“Well, I know a thing or two about sleep,” said Nightmare Moon, putting her hand over Twilight’s heart. “And Twilight Sparkle will be all right. She will wake up in her own time, and until then… I suppose we have a moment to reconsider our approach.”
Twilight stirred in her sleep, and the royal sisters came to the foot of the bed, striking poses that emphasized their heights and their bare breasts. The first thing Twilight Sparkle saw, upon rising, was the pair of them - two mares who had no equals in all of Equestria, save for one another.
“So,” said Daybreaker, giving Twilight a confident smile, “Who won?”
“Who won?” mumbled Twilight, blinking her bleary eyes.
“Yes,” said Nightmare Moon. “We agreed that whoever pleasured you most effectively would win the right to romance you further. Have you decided, young Twilight?”
“We did not go quite as far as we would have liked,” said Daybreaker, her smile becoming a naughty smirk, “So if you’d prefer to delay your ruling until we have a second round, I suppose-”
Twilight’s instinct was to say that she didn’t need this kind of pressure on her. Certainly not when she’d just woken up. Having two princesses vying for her heart was a privilege, certainly, but it was also stressful. Thinking of herself as an object of desire was new and uncomfortable territory for Twilight Sparkle. And this was a big decision; whoever Twilight chose, she might be with her for… well, forever.
So her first instinct was to wave the princesses away and ask for a moment to clear her head. But then she felt her body begin to wake up: she felt the memory of the mares’ touch on her skin, hands and lips worshipping her body. Her body remembered how good it had felt to be touched like that, wanted like that. That wasn’t something she needed a break from; it was something she wanted fiercely. Her body had never spoken to her so clearly, and her mind - for once - deferred to its judgment.
“I don't think I can render a judgment yet,” yawned Twilight, fluffing up some pillows to prop herself up on the bed. Once she was sitting up on the bed, she too was provocatively posed: her chest was thrust out, her tail curved around her thigh to conceal her marehood. “You said that the best lover would win, ladies… but I still haven't had my turn.”
Daybreaker cocked her head. “I don't see how that fits within the parameters of the competition,” she said.
Twilight’s horn flared with purple light - it wasn't her normal glowing aura, though, but a plume of purple flame. Identical flames engulfed her mouth and her crotch, glowing brighter and climbing higher as Twilight writhed gently on the bedsheets.
Both sisters recognized the shape of the flames; they were very similar to the green fire that changeling magic produced. Daybreaker already knew of Twilight’s work with Thorax, learning the magic of changeling transformation - and Nightmare Moon wasn’t surprised to learn that the brilliant young mare was exploring new frontiers of the arcane arts. But neither of them guessed what she had in mind; they simply watched as the purple flame rose into a column over her crotch - and then burned itself out, leaving behind a tall, thick purple stallionhood.
“Oh,” said Nightmare Moon. “Oh!” She licked her lips, leaning forward to leer at Twilight’s freshly grown cock. “I was worried I would have to coax you into something like this… Twilight, if you’ll permit me a moment with your stallionhood, I think I can demonstrate that I am the superior lover. It is simply impossible, you see, that my sister has more experience with cocks than I do. The dream world is full of phalluses, is pleases me to report, and I have spent many leisurely hours practicing the art of pleasure upon them. Many a pony has joyously erupted with seed after a moonlight visit from the gentle Princess Luna… or the fearsome Nightmare Moon.”
“You make a strong case for yourself,” purred Twilight - and she paused, letting a long forked tongue roll out of her mouth before flicking it back in. “But remember, Nightmare Moon, it’s not your turn. It’s mine.” Her horn flared again - this time with the familiar glow of unicorn magic - and Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon felt themselves being pulled towards the bed. They could have resisted, of course, but the bed was exactly where they wanted to be.
They landed on either side of Twilight and bounced once on the mattress. Twilight, suddenly brimming with confidence, ran her hands greedily over their bodies, pressing her fingers into their firm muscles and squeezing their soft tits.
“So it’s your turn, Twilight?” said Daybreaker, with amusement in her voice. She rolled her body a little closer to Twilight, looming over the smaller mare with her broad Amazonian form. “I suppose that means you get to do whatever you want to both of us. You and that big hard cock are going to show us what it means when Twilight Sparkle makes you her mare.” Daybreaker was teasing, but she hoped that her words would encourage the dominant streak that Twilight seemed to be embracing.
Daybreaker reached down to grasp Twilight’s cock. It was thick, pulsing with heat, and Daybreaker sighed with delight as her fingertips felt the smooth skin of her shaft. It was a long cock, well above average - not overlarge for Twilight’s body, but it looked big enough to satisfy even an amazon.
“Ahhh,” sighed Twilight. “Daybreaker, it feels like you're volunteering to get fucked first.” She let her fingers descend Daybreaker’s chest, stroking her perfect abs and drifting through the small red blaze above Daybreaker's marehood. The little flame, placed where pubic hair would normally grow, was intensely hot - but Twilight’s skin didn't burn as they passed through it.
And then Twilight touched Daybreaker's pussy lips, running her fingers along the dripping slit. “Is that what you want?” asked Twilight. “You want Twilight Sparkle to fuck your fiery cunt, Daybreaker? You want me to fuck you deep and breed that royal pussy?”
“Oh my stars,” said Daybreaker, shuddering at Twilight’s probing touch. “Yes, Twilight, I would like that very much.” She reached her arms around Twilight Sparkle’s body and gripped her asscheeks. With gentle, steady pressure, she pulled Twilight's hips toward her, guiding her student’s cock toward her marehood. “I dreamed of great things for you, Twilight, when I was your mentor. You will exceed those dreams, my love - if only you will fuck me with that long, hard cock and make me bear your foals.”
“Oh, let’s go,” groaned Twilight. She lifted Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon with her magic once again, rearranging them into the position she desired. Daybreaker got laid flat on the bed, and Nightmare Moon let Twilight’s aura pry her legs apart and set her down straddling her sister’s face. Daybreaker took a moment to stare upward at Nightmare Moon’s gorgeous jet-black bottom, then turned her eyes forward. Twilight was advancing on her, crawling over Daybreaker’s bare legs and clutching her thick purple cock in one hand. “Look how strong you both are,” Twilight purred. “Even bigger and stronger than Celestia and Luna. Why don’t you stay like this, girls, so you can carry a belly full of big strong foals? You’ll both be my broodmares, from now till the end of time… every time you pump out my offspring, I’ll just breed you again, so that you’re always carrying my foals…”
Twilight was practically drooling over Daybreaker's body; adding a cock to her body had raised the upper limit on her physical arousal, and she was really starting to feel it. Her solo experiments with changeling magic had mostly centered around giving herself a cock, fulfilling a lifelong fantasy. But having her own cock, touching it, making it erupt… it had caused other fetishes to blossom in her mind.
Cocks weren’t just for stroking, after all - she could slide this nice big dick into some beautiful mare’s soft, wet pussy. Over time, as she repeatedly gave herself a cock to play with, Twilight began to imagine herself fucking mares she knew… and Celestia and Luna were very much a part of her imagined harem. And her imagination began to go further in the future, picturing the princesses at eight months, proudly swollen with foals. They would still be frisky, begging for Twilight’s divine cock, telling her how they wanted to be bred as soon as possible after they delivered the children Twilight had fathered…
And now Daybreaker was affirming her fetish. She did want Twilight’s cock, her cum, her foals… more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, Twilight plunged her cock into Daybreaker's cunt, going balls-deep in a single thrust.
Daybreaker was a big mare, and her pussy was far from a snug fit for Twilight’s cock. Still, Twilight groaned with pleasure as she felt her cock getting embraced on all sides by the slick softness of Daybreaker’s folds. It was so warm in there, warm like sunlight, rewarding Twilight with greater pleasure each time she pumped her hips.
And as Twilight fucked her way into a rhythm, she decided to bring Nightmare Moon into the fun. The dark mare had been patient, straddling her sister’s face and watching Twilight penetrate her marehood. She'd guessed why Twilight had placed her in this position; as the young princess fucked Daybreaker, her face was tantalizingly close to Nightmare Moon’s crotch. And finally, her patience was rewarded: Twilight Sparkle’s transformed, forked tongue flicked out of her mouth and whipped at Nightmare Moon’s clit.
Nightmare Moon actually wailed, her body shuddering from the physical shock. The burst of pleasure, so intense that it was painful, almost brought her down - but she kept herself upright with sheer force of will. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but the only thing more unbearable would be missing out on more.
Twilight pressed her snout up against Nightmare Moon’s shining black abs and extended her tongue deep into the mare’s folds. The flexible, flat muscle writhed like a snake as it penetrated her, seeking out sensitive spots and teasing them as it journeyed inch by inch inside her. Once the tongue was fully extended, Twilight pressed the base of it up against Nightmare Moon’s clit, rubbing her way up and down the sensitive nub as the rest of her tongue flicked and played inside the other mare’s pussy. She delighted in tasting Nightmare Moon’s royal marehood - a rich and powerful flavor - and as she learned her way around the mare’s folds, she became better and better at attacking the tightest, most sensitive bundles of nerves.
Twilight had Nightmare Moon whimpering and writhing on the end of her tongue, pleasured into a helpless, wordless state… but she began to worry that her cock wasn't providing Daybreaker with the same senseless bliss. Her tongue was thin but marvelously nimble; her cock, on the other hand, was more of a blunt object. Since it couldn't flex, the most effective way to increase its potency would be…
Twilight grinned impishly and sent another surge of changeling fire along the length of her cock. The flame was nearly heartless - not that any amount of heat could harm Daybreaker's pussy - and Daybreaker might not even have noticed it, were it not for the change that the flame left in its wake.
Twilight’s cock swelled hugely, doubling in diameter and shooting forward until it was as long as her forearm. Daybreaker was a massive mare, Amazonian in stature with a pussy to match - but when Twilight Sparkle enlarged her cock, it finally filled her. It was a perfect fit - that is, if one’s preferences tended toward brutal, almost painful tightness. Daybreaker felt herself stretched, and Twilight felt herself constricted - and both mares cried out in surprise as their arousal hit greater heights.
Almost as an afterthought, Twilight had enlarged her testicles along with her cock - and now, stuffing her enormous dick into Daybreaker’s tight, wet cunt, Twilight was suddenly aware of the weight of her fat purple nuts and the pendulous motion of their swinging. There was more cum in there now, she could feel it. Thick and sloshing and divinely potent, ready to burst and flood Daybreaker’s fertile cunt. In Twilight’s imagination, she saw Celestia hugely pregnant, so heavy with foals that she could barely move - and the mental image pushed her that much closer to the brink.
Twilight yanked her tongue out of Nightmare Moon’s pussy. “Are you ready to take my seed?” she grunted, shoving her cock balls-deep in Daybreaker, feeling her sloshing nuts slap against the mare’s thighs. “I'm going to cum inside you, Daybreaker, I'm going to breed your hot pussy…” And she thrust her tongue back inside Nightmare Moon, ready to finish off both royal sisters.
“Do it,” groaned Daybreaker, thrusting her hips into Twilight, ensuring that every thrust pounded her back wall. “Breed me, Twilight, consummate our love, make me your broodmare… ahhh, Twilight…”
Daybreaker came first, her body seizing and her pussy clenching around Twilight’s thrusting shaft. Twilight followed right after, her balls pulling against her body and her cock gushing with a load five times bigger than any she'd ever shot. Her hips bucked involuntarily as each thick spurt erupted from her tip, flowing deep into Daybreaker’s marehood. And there was no overflow; Daybreaker’s body took it all, welcoming the potent load.
Twilight’s moaning mouth was right at the entrance to Nightmare Moon’s marehood, kissing the dark mare’s lips as her forked tongue flicked at her folds. Her tongue was going wild, abandoning technique, forgetting the sensitive spots it had sought out - but Nightmare Moon was close enough to climax that it didn't matter. She came, falling back against the bed’s headboard and clutching at her body as pulses of please shot through her limbs.
For a moment, all three laid limp, sweaty and panting in the afterglow, perfectly empty of everything but placid bliss and fading heat. Nightmare Moon sat up weakly, watching Twilight’s long purple shaft slide out of Daybreaker’s pussy, and gave the young princess’ cock a hungry look. “Well,” she said, “I suppose it is my turn-”
“Yes!” said Twilight, springing up on the bed, suddenly bursting with energy. “Your turn, Nightmare Moon!” Her horn glowed, her aura embracing both royal sisters. Twilight laid herself flat on the bed and set Daybreaker down in a kneeling position over her face, putting the fiery mare’s pussy just inches from her mouth. Twilight manipulated Nightmare Moon’s body into a kneeling position as well, and hovered the dark pony over her crotch.
“Oh my,” said Nightmare Moon, looking down on the bed from where she was hovering. “You are certainly raring to go, young Twilight. I thought I was tireless…”
“It’s this cock,” said Twilight, clutching the base of her shaft and running her fingers over her fat purple nuts. “And these nuts. I can feel how full they are, Nghtmare Moon. All this cum wants to explode out of me and fill you up. I need to breed you, just like I bred your sister.” She lowered Nightmare Moon a few inches, so that the head of her cock tickled the dark mare’s pussy lips. “Do you want me to do that?” Twilight asked. “Maybe I’ll shoot an even bigger load in you… breed you with more foals than Daybreaker. That’d make you my favorite for sure, Nightmare Moon.”
Nightmare Moon had never really considered herself the mothering type, but Twilight’s dirty talk was making her pussy slick all over again. She pictured herself heavy with foals, gently running her hands over her jet-black belly, while Twilight Sparkle rested her head against it lovingly. “Yes, Twilight,” she sighed, “Fuck me, Twilight Sparkle. Fill me with a hot, thick load of your seed, make me the mother of your foals…”
Twilight lowered Nightmare Moon, bringing the other mare’s pussy right down on her upright shaft. Twilight’s cock was still huge, the same size it was when she’d filled up Daybreaker’s Amazonian cunt. Nightmare Moon was the same size as her sister, so it was no surprise to Twilight when she found her cock fitting quite snugly in Nightmare Moon’s pussy. As her cock penetrated Nightmare Moon, she was forced to pull the dark mare down more forcefully, sliding the tight, wet pussy over her cock. Nightmare Moon groaned, her legs shuddering as she felt Twilight’s shaft stretching her… but she desperately wanted to feel Twilight’s to be all the way inside her. She endured the pain until it blossomed into pleasure, and she finally had Twilight balls-deep inside her.
“Ride me, Nightmare Moon,” ordered Twilight. “Ride my cock. Make me cum.” With that said, she extended her tongue upwards, flicking it along Daybreaker’s pussy lips, making the fiery mare moan and shudder. And Nightmare Moon lifted her hips, sliding herself a few inches up Twilight’s shaft… and slammed herself back down, moaning as she inflicted a jolt of pleasure on herself.
“Ahh, Twilight…” groaned Nightmare Moon, “You are enormous… and marvelously skillful with that dragon tongue. I cannot decide which is better…” She lifted herself and dropped again, hilting Twilight’s cock within her marehood. “I will only say this - now that I have your cock inside me, I would not trade it for anything…”
“I think I can make it even better for you, Nightmare Moon,” purred Twilight. “A magical cock is full of potential, and it can do much more than just grow.” Deep within her marehood, Nightmare Moon felt Twilight’s cock shrink slightly, which came as a surprise… but after only a moment, the long purple shaft began to undulate inside her, moving in much the same manner as Twilight’s long, flexible tongue. “I’m starting to gain a little confidence with this thing, Nightmare Moon, and I’m very excited to learn what’s possible…”
“Oh my… oh my!” gasped Nightmare Moon. “Oh my stars, I must be better-loved sister, if you are favoring me with this! Daybreaker, I can barely describe what Twilight is doing inside me, but it is a miraculous act of sexual invention!”
She rode Twilight faster, finding it easier now that the mare’s girth was somewhat reduced. Her pussy was pouring with fluid, lubricating Twilight’s entry, welcoming her undulating cock into the deepest recesses of Nightmare Moon’s folds. Her body was ready for Twilight’s load; neither Luna nor Nightmare Moon had ever felt such a desire to be bred, to be filled up with beautiful foals. That was love, Nightmare Moon supposed; she wanted to be connected to Twilight as deeply as possible. She wanted to be claimed by Twilight Sparkle, to belong to her… and more than anything, she wanted to bear Twilight’s children.
And Daybreaker, after being on the receiving end of Twilight Sparkle’s cock, was now discovering what she could do with a long forked tongue. Twilight flicked rapidly at her clit with the bifurcated tip, and Daybreaker shook, drawing ragged breaths as she groped herself. “Twilight… ah, it’s too much,” she whispered. “I’m going to cum again, Twilight…” She slammed her ass down, burying Twilight between her brilliant white asscheeks.
And Twilight didn’t mind that one bit. Trapped in darkness, pinned beneath the firm glutes of her mentor, she still had access to Daybreaker’s pussy. So she went deep, snaking her tongue into Daybreaker’s folds, tasting the fiery pony’s marehood - and the remnants of her own load. Twilight was practically motionless, lying beneath the royal sisters - one bouncing on her cock, one sitting firmly on her face; all that moved was her tongue, but it moved with such deftness and strength that Daybreaker already felt herself nearing climax.
Nightmare Moon was getting close too - but all she cared about was making Twilight Sparkle cum. She needed Twilight’s load. A bigger load than Daybreaker had gotten, so that she would have the bigger, rounder belly, with more of Twilight’s strong, beautiful foals. Surely that would be how Twilight would make her choice, thought Nightmare Moon. The most fertile broodmare, who could bear her the most foals, would belong to her forever… Nightmare Moon was lost in the fantasy, her hips going on autopilot, feeling the throbbing heat of Twilight Sparkle’s cock inside her, nearly ready to burst…
But Daybreaker came first, her mane glowing deep red and flaring up as she cried out wordlessly. Her pussy poured, drenching Twilight’s face in fluid, and her body fell to the side, bouncing once and settling on the bed.
“Just you and me now,” said Twilight, withdrawing her tongue into her mouth. “How much do you want to be my number one broodmare, Nightmare Moon? Are you fertile enough? Are you stronger than Daybreaker?”
“Yes,” groaned Nightmare Moon, “yes, I’m the superior sister… the better broodmare… I’ll prove it to you, Twilight, just cum inside me and let me bear your foals...”
“You will bear them, Nightmare Moon,” grunted Twilight. “The only question is how I’ll give them to you. This cock can be any shape I want it to be, so perhaps…” Nightmare Moon felt the cock inside her change shape; there was a thick knot at the base, which opened her lips wide when she hilted herself on it. “This is a Diamond Dog’s cock,” Twilight explained. “And this is a dragon dick.” The cock shifted again - the knot disappeared, and the shaft became tapered, almost pointed.
“Oh Twilight, I’ll bear your baby dragons if you wish,” groaned Nightmare Moon, riding the long purple dragon dick. “I’ll lay your eggs, Twilight Sparkle, as many as you wish…”
Twilight let out a brief chuckle. “It’s not dragon cum, Nightmare Moon, I only changed the shape… oh, but I suppose I should give you the real me, shouldn’t I?” Her cock shifted again - a wide flared tip, a thick medial ring - and Nightmare Moon instantly recognized it as the familiar shape of a pony’s cock.
“Mmm, yes, that’s you, Twilight, that’s the mare I love… long and hard and brimming with wonderful pony seed… give it to me, I need your cum, Twiliiight…” Nightmare Moon came, her toes curling, her legs seizing, her mouth crying out wordlessly as she pumped her hips on Twilight’s throbbing cock. And Twilight, driven to her limits by the tightness of Nightmare Moon’s clenching pussy muscles, shot her load deep into the dark pony’s cunt.
Twilight’s cock was a geyser, pumping a tremendously thick and powerfully potent load up from her heavy purple nuts. One gush, two gushes, three… neither pony was in any position to keep a precise count, but Twilight drained her balls, spurt by spurt, until there was nothing left. Feeling gloriously full, Nightmare Moon pulled herself off of Twilight Sparkle’s cock and collapsed onto the bed.
The three mares were silent a little longer this time, catching their breath after a second round of exertion. Twilight was the first to sit up, her satisfied smile curling into a mocking sneer. “So,” she said, “Now that we’ve all had a turn… who’s the winner?”
Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon laughed - and with a sigh, they each shrank back to their normal forms. Celestia and Luna rolled over to Twilight, surrounding and embracing her as the three princesses settled into the bed.
“Tea, ladies?” offered Twilight, sipping from her cup and nodding in the direction of the teapot on the kitchen counter. She was doing her best to stay casual, despite the life-changing three-way that had just taken place.
“Yes, please,” said Celestia, and Luna simply nodded. The royal sisters were back to their normal selves - shorter, not as muscular, regal but far less imposing. They'd reverted shortly after the two of them had finished making love to Twilight Sparkle, and the three of them had gone to separate bathrooms to take showers and magically summon clothes for themselves.
Now they were converging on the kitchen - a more intimate, less formal venue for three princesses to share tea. Twilight poured a cup for each of them, and the sisters pulled stools up to the long kitchen counter.
“Soooo…” said Twilight, and the three princesses shared a laugh.
“We've made things terribly awkward, haven't we, Twilight?” said Luna.
“I can't defend all the things I did and said as Daybreaker,” said Celestia, “but as our alter egos explained, the desires that brought them out are very real. Now that our feelings are out in the open, though, we won't be seeing those two again.”
Twilight smirked. “Oh no? What if I want to see them again? They were awfully buff, and tall, and so passionate…”
“Well, if you insist, I'm sure Nightmare Moon would come out to play,” said Luna.
“Well, yes,” chuckled Celestia, “unleashing Daybreaker was rather freeing, and I wouldn't mind letting her out from time to time. But now that we're back to our usual selves, Twilight, we won't be putting quite so much pressure on you. If you need some time to process what just happened before you arrive at an answer, then that's more than all right.”
“Yes, I think we've both made very strong cases for ourselves,” said Luna. “We shan't press you for a decision… we trust that you won't keep us in suspense longer than necessary.”
Twilight smiled, her posture relaxing as she sipped the soothing tea in her cup. “Thank you,” she said. “Today has been… a lot… although I think I started to find my stride at the end there. I certainly do have a lot to think about, but one thing I know for certain is that I care deeply for both of you… and I think we've established that there is, er, sexual compatibility as well.
“But relationships are made of more than that, aren't they?” said Twilight. “Now that the fiercely passionate sides of you girls have had their say, maybe it's better if I just… dated the two of you for a time. And once I've explored my feelings a little better, I can confidently say whether I'm ready to be with one of you, or… maybe both?”
Celestia met Twilight Sparkle’s eyes and laughed gently. “I was thinking you might say that,” she said. “I saw how you enjoyed being the object of two princesses’ desires, and I suspected it might occur to you that you needn't give that up. Well, Daybreaker wanted you for herself, but at the end of the day, I am Princess Celestia - and Princess Celestia understands the value of compromise.”
“Princess Luna would still very much like you for herself,” huffed Luna, “but as the two of us are generally awake at different times, I suppose we would not be competing too much for your attentions. Very well - we shall have our dates, Twilight Sparkle. The stars will shine only for you, and we two will dance in and out of dreams.”
“There is another matter to discuss,” said Celestia, patting her stomach. “Your talk of making us broodmares was very stimulating at the time, but…”
“Ah, yes,” muttered Luna. “In a more sober frame of mind, one must consider the more practical implications of, er…”
“Becoming massively pregnant with a litter of my royal foals?” said Twilight matter-of-factly. She watched the awkward expressions on the royal sisters’ faces, then broke into a naughty chuckle. “Oh, girls, I'm sorry if I had you worried! The balls I created for myself didn't produce actual, viable sperm! Otherwise, my cum was pretty similar to the real thing, but making something that can actually make a mare pregnant… that's some pretty complex magic! All that broodmare stuff was just dirty talk. A little flight of fancy.”
Twilight observed the princesses’ reactions. There was relief on their faces, but it almost seemed performative. She thought she detected a trace of disappointment, actually.
“Of course, I do have a knack for complex magic,” said Twilight, a naughty smirk returning to her face. “I have a few ideas for experiments that would give me viable sperm, suitable for knocking up a couple mares with a belly full of Princess Twilight Sparkle’s beautiful foals…”
Twilight was watching Celestia and Luna’s reactions closely, so she noticed the flash that went across each Princess’ eyes. Luna’s eyes grew darker for a fraction of a second - and Celestia’s eyes glowed a flaming red.
“Experiments, you say?” asked Luna. “I am intrigued. Let us discuss the matter further sometime.”
“Yes, I am eager to hear more,” said Celestia.
Twilight licked her lips, already imagining the royal sisters burdened with pregnancies. This was going to be fun.