Nightmare Moon on the Moon


                                            >The moon was a lonely place for any pony. Never mind that the atmosphere was non-existent and water had to be mined from rock hard ice crystals buried under the lifeless lunar soil.

                                            >But just because it wasn't conducive to life doesn't mean life couldn't survive, or thrive for that matter.

                                            >Because that's just was the banished Equestrian princess was doing.

                                            >The luxuries afforded by magic restored much of what she needed. Food aplenty, oxygen to breathe, even hot water baths were possible with the magic of Nightmare Moon.

                                            >The only thing it was not able to do was give her the comfort of company.

                                            >For years she meditated, struggling to keep the blinding rage from her mind for just long enough to open a portal or summon a companion. For years she'd failed.

                                            >Masturbation became her only past-time. Ever bit of magical prowess she possessed was used liberally in her self-pleasuring endeavors.

                                            >It started with creative but simple stroking, around every curve of her body, in and out of every orifice--deeper than any real phallus could ever traverse.

                                            >Soon, that wasn't enough.

                                            >She'd penetrated herself on magically enchanted vibrating stones, she'd buried the buzzing pebbles deep in her sheath for months at a time so their incessant stimulation could constantly keep her testes churning.

                                            >She'd even tried her hoof at enchanting the soil to make a pony golem that would be a slave to her wishes.

                                            >But none of that was a substitute for the real thing.

                                            >Every day for more than a decade her frustration grew, until one day it gave her just enough of an edge to crack the magical enigma and summon a companion.

                                            >The flash of light stuns her and for a moment she can't believe her luck.

                                            >She hadn't given much thought to who she would summon, she'd assumed it would be a pony from the planet below, but what lay before her was no pony.

                                            >But none of that mattered now. She approaches the creature just as he sits up, dumbfounded.

                                            >"What the hell is going on?"

                                            >She only smiles wickedly as she steps around him, examining him closely. Her magic quickly and violently removes the fabric that covered his body.

                                            >"H-Hey! Get away from me!"

                                            >The creature's panicked cries seem like music to her ears.

                                            "No. I don't think I will."

                                            >Her voice has no sympathy or compassion.

                                            >It was clear enough that the creature was male, though she wasn't entirely certain his "penis" wasn't an over sized clitoris until she noticed his similarly small ballsack.

                                            >Either way, he wouldn't be needing that.

                                            >"What the hell are you! I want to go home!"

                                            >Nightmare smiles triumphantly.

                                            "Oh dear, you are home."

                                            >A magic collar clamps around his neck and tows him back to her makeshift throne.

                                            >With each step her excitement grows and her penis drops from its leathery pocket. The smell of her alone was pungent enough. As often as she enjoyed baths, she'd never been able to recreate the skin-oil expunging effect of soap.

                                            >The dome of air she'd formed around her makeshift habitat was easily a hundred meters around from her throne, and all of the air, the entire atmosphere of the human's new home, was tainted with the heavy, earthly scent of the mare's BO...along with another odor that trailed behind her.

                                            >Whatever condition her fur was in after a decade without a proper wash, her cock was tenfold worse.

                                            >If the moon had flowers they'd surely wilt in her wake as she sauntered on.

                                            >Long days of glaring sunlight forced her to sweat, but long nights of bone-chilling cold had kept her member sheltered inside her fleshy cock sock between her legs during the times she most needed to vent it.

                                            >Her dangling rod, glistening with sweat and moisture from her fetid sheath was the epitome of what a mare's penis could achieve if left to ferment in it's own glory.

                                            >He could almost taste the bitter saltiness in the air as her pungent musk silences his protests.

                                            >Whether it was fear or some innate appetite he had, the human finds himself inclined to listen to the powerful creature.

                                            >He finds his hands and knees and comes to a crawl behind her--afraid to stand out of fear of angering her and loosing sight of her pendulous nut sack.

                                            >He can't take his eyes off of the massive organs. Each nut was the size of a melon and swimming in what must've been gallons of her own product.

                                            >Judging by how tight they are, they're also under a lot of pressure; that thought is confirmed when he sees her fat equine cock-tip dribbling a steady stream of pre-cum.

                                            >She looks back, her eyes alight with wicked intention.

                                            "Good boy. The faster you learn the easier it'll be, and the more fun for both of us."

                                            >"Y-yes ma'am." He could tell that despite her obvious penis she was clearly female.

                                            >He follows her trail of pre-wetted ground. Withing a dozen yards of her throne, the soft, dusty soil becomes increasingly mixed with something harder. Lumps of coagulated dirt break up like pebbles and quickly transition to a solid, cement-like platform that surrounds the foot of her throne.

                                            >Only it wasn't cement.

                                            >If the eye-watering bleachy scent is any indication, the hard surface was formed from her ejaculate mixing the soil and hardening.

                                            >His member had hardened when he first got whiff of her pheromones, but now he was forming his own pre.

                                            >The cum cement formed concentric rings and the closer he got to the center, the softer and smellier the ground was.

                                            >His hand wetly *plaps* into a still warm pile of recently excreted sperm.

                                            >Without thinking twice he brings his hand to his mouth to taste her concentrated creamy saltiness.

                                            >He's instantly addicted.

                                            >The smell, the taste, the texture. They all convince him that being torn from his world to a life of servitude to this wonderful creature wasn't such a bad thing.

                                            >He leans down to lick her cum off the ground but just as the tip of his nose touches the pile of yellowish cream he's jerked forward.

                                            >Luckily that's not the last of it.

                                            >As he crawls the last few meters to the base of her throne he finds that he's wading into an inch-deep puddle of jelly-like dick milk.

                                            >Desperately, he collapses in the stew of mare juice: licking it off the ground, chewing and swallowing as much of the expired spunk as he can.

                                            >He makes no more effort to follow so he is drug through the sludge.

                                            >She takes a seat and chains his magical collar to the base of her throne, the anchor point itself, invisible under a lukewarm sea of cum. The sun had kept her last five ejaculations fluid enough for him to enjoy.

                                            >She tugs on the collar to get his attention.

                                            "Listen well, for we won't repeat ourselves again. You are here only to serve us, to pleasure us. Wherever we go, you go. Whenever we sit, you sit. Whenever we lay, you lay alongside."

                                            >She gestures broadly to her small habitat under the sunny but pitch black sky.

                                            "All of this I offer you in return for your servitude! Sustenance, water, warmth, and most importantly, unfettered access to my royal body!"

                                            >Her voice is the only thing that echoes in the otherwise silent moonscape.

                                            >"Ma'am, do I--"

                                            "--Silence!" She bellows.

                                            >The outburst shocks him back into submission.

                                            "You only speak when spoken to unless offering praises!"

                                            >She ponders for a moment.

                                            "Or unless requesting access to a part of me out of reach."

                                            >She yanks the chain again, pulling him closer to her crotch.

                                            "When we spread our legs, you lick!"

                                            >She tugs.

                                            "When we sweat, you wash with your mouth!"

                                            >She tugs again.

                                            "When we cum, you swallow!"

                                            >His face can't get any closer to her humid crotch without touching it.

                                            >As alluring as she was from afar, the close-up was intimidating to say the least.

                                            >The scent of her nut sack gave the impression that countless days of sweat had dried on them, making them sticky and repugnant with a spicy BO that was twice as sharp as what he smelled on the inside of her thighs.

                                            >The fat orbs pool on her seat like the massive fluid filled bags they are.

                                            >They were so tight with pressure that it was nearly impossible to see where one ball started and the other ended.

                                            >But the star of the show was the looming member that cast a shadow overhead.

                                            >He raises his head slowly, careful not to draw the wrath of the testy mare.

                                            >The more he looks the more he salivates uncontrollably.

                                            >Sixteen inches of thick, solid horsemeat stands up out of what can only be described as a fleshy pocket of loose, sweaty, furless skin planted squarely in the middle of her crotch.

                                            >Her folds of sheath meat alone are pungent enough to curl his hair.

                                            >The scent was entirely different from her sack in both magnitude and flavor.

                                            >It wasn't just BO, it was something entirely unique to the sexual organ, though it retained enough similarity to her body to identify it as an extension of such.

                                            >The best way he can describe it is sweaty, musky, penis.

                                            >But not just penis. A thick horse penis that has more wrinkles and folds to trap her cultivated musk.

                                            >A penis that'd been returning to the same sweaty, oily home in the moist pocked tucked up against her body for the past ten years.

                                            >A penis who's shiny damp gloss and dizzying musk could drive out any desire he had not to pleasure it.

                                            >He gazes up towards her bulbous glans just in time to catch a drop of hot precum on his eye.

                                            "What did we say your duty was when we open our legs?"

                                            >The human detects a hint of danger in her voice, but that's not the reason he does what he does next.

                                            >The chain jolts taunt as he lunges into her hot, needy flesh.

                                            >His face buries somewhere in between her balls and the base of her suddenly throbbing member, lathering the wrinkles of her loose skin while her rod spits a bit of pre cum on his back.

                                            >The warm pattering of her fluids only spurs him boldly forward.

                                            >Dexterous hands scoop her hefty, twenty pound testicles from the base of the throne to scratch and knead them. The sound of their clammy skin peeling from the chair can be heard amidst a deep moan of relief.

                                            >Finally. A servant.

                                            >Nightmare sighs and kicks her hindlegs up on top of her armrests--exposing herself further for the tiny human. She was pleasantly surprised that he'd taken so naturally to his new position, she was worried that he would need to be broken in.

                                            >But he was already tackling the most embittered regions of her body with vicious enthusiasm.

                                            "Ooohhhhh yes! Right there!"

                                            >His lips had begun nibbling and tugging at the strained wrinkles in her sheath at the base of her cock. Neither magic nor hooves were dexterous enough to properly massage each bit of sheltered flesh.

                                            >Her pleasure doubles when she feels his tongue prod into her bitter recesses.

                                            >Her rod surges with pleasure and her glans engorges as more pre dribbles out to run down her throbbing shaft.

                                            >Without thinking, her hoof reaches down to guide his exploratory mouth towards which ever area needed the most attention.

                                            >He's moves to various bitter exhibits.

                                            >His vision swims as the stinky air starts getting to him.

                                            >His boner throbs as he slides back and forth on the ground. His bare ass grinds his testes and penis into the creamy, half-solidified sludge of her previous orgasms.

                                            >As his nethers willingly taint themselves with her seed, his face willingly stains itself with the stench of stale ball sweat and fermented mare cock.

                                            >He wasn't just licking. He was rubbing, nuzzling, nibbling, groping, and still sniffing at the dangerous penis like he was addicted to glue.

                                            >She lets him bathe her genitals with his tongue for several minutes until every bit of her crotch is wetted by his exuberant mouth.

                                            >"M-miss...could you please slide forward so I may tend to the rest o-of it?"

                                            "Hmm? Our plothole? Not right now."

                                            >With both hooves on his head she uses her magic to angle her member into his mouth. His eyes widen just as her slick tip enters the warmth of his body.

                                            >In one thrust, she buries herself up to her medial ring, pauses just long enough to hear him wretch around the bitter rod, then pushes again to pop past her medial ring.

                                            >His hands try to brace against her sweaty thighs; they slip on her grimy, damp-furred flesh as his inferior strength fails against the strong alicorn.

                                            >His throat protests violently and his eyes water as he gags around her turgid cock. His lips dribble saliva around her bitter flesh as her urethra bulges against his bottom lip--pumping sweet precum into his throat.

                                            "Taste our body, isn't it splendid!"

                                            >Her tone hints that she's gone a bit mad with pleasure.

                                            >Her actions seem to back that up.

                                            >The human's feeble protests can't leave his mouth as he continues to violently gag on her rod. What sweat and grime she had gets washed off in his mouth as he bottoms out in her fuzzy pubis, his lips buried around her bitter cock root once again.

                                            >Once he bottoms out, he trembles, hoping that she's satisfied. She's not.

                                            >Her cock gets drawn from his throat before it plunges back in--pummeling his face against her sweaty crotch with a wet slap.

                                            "F-FFuck your throat is wonderful!"

                                            >The wet slaps and squelching of spit around her member soon drown out the gagging and moaning coming from her crotch and she quickly forgets he even has an opinion in the matter.

                                            >His hands slip on her sweaty thighs as he's forced face-first into her penis again and again.

                                            >Wetting her cock seems to renew the odor and flavor of her musk and induce another bout of retching from the abused human.

                                            >Spit literally flies as he salivates uncontrollably around Nightmare's bitter penis.

                                            >His throat gets easier to traverse the more she works it in. Allowing her pace to steadily increase.

                                            >Only the pent up needs of an exiled princess could fuck something this hard, this violently.

                                            >After a solid minute of violating his throat she feels her orgasm approaching.

                                            >Her pooling testes churn and gurgle and she dismounts from her seat.

                                            >She trips over his limp form and lack of coordination makes her sprawl flat in her own pool of previously ejaculated jizz.

                                            >She grunts but doesn't bother getting up, his face was in the best position possible anyways--pinned between her pungent crotch and the ground.

                                            >Her posterior raises, then drops, raises, then drops, splattering his slobber back onto his face and her own sparse pubes. Her fat testes stifle his breath and completely envelop his face in the shadow of her musk.

                                            >Her tail suddenly draws back and her anus puckers.

                                            "Ughh!"

                                            >In the ensuing silence, the sound of of semen spraying into his gullet can be heard.

                                            >Her many contractions last many long seconds. His belly distends a bit as her seed fertilizes his belly.

                                            >It becomes too much and semen bursts out from around their juncture, coating his face and her crotch with her thick cock slime.

                                            >She finishes and unloading and manages to find her shaky hooves.

                                            >Her limp cock draws out of his throat and drizzles fluids on forehead, her nuts feel much lighter now that she's emptied them.

                                            "Now come clean up your mess."

                                            >He sputters up cum, having been on the verge of blacking out. His face is tainted with her sperm and the scent stain of her musk.

                                            >He crawls back to her throne which she'd returned to, lapping at the trail of semen she'd left in her wake.

                                            "NOW!" She jerks his chain.

                                            >A bit of fear seems to motivate him to close the distance.

                                            >His tongue glosses over her drooping penis, around her medial ring, her glans, suckling her urethra dry.

                                            >His hands scoop her wrinkly nuts and bring them to his lips so he can ingest more of her spilled seed.

                                            >Each drop of salty fluid was like an incredible life-giving elixir, and he can't help but moan at the feeling of being filled by her nutrients.

                                            "Lower."

                                            >He enthusiastically heads lower, drawing her testicles out of the way to ravenously lap at her perineum and down to her loose anus.

                                            >Magic forces his lips to meet her warm donut in a deep kiss. It doesn't take any further enticement for him to tongue deeper with the intentions of tasting her prostate.

                                            "Aaaaaah!"

                                            >He found it.

                                            >Her cock surges in his hand as he swirls around her rank hole, throwing free more precum.

                                            "This is your new life now, better get used to it."