>At last, your latest masterpiece is finished! >Putting down your sewing needle and sighing pridefully. >Truly this would go down as one of the best gowns you’ve ever made. >Not only will you be praised for designing it. >But more importantly, your Queen will surely be the center of every ponies’ attention at the social gathering tomorrow, and she’ll be showered with love. >Although. >You take one last look at the gown. >You chose midnight blue for its color. >Small diamonds adore the gown in all the right places. >You know from a simple light test that it’ll shine more marvelously than the brightest star in the Queen’s night sky. >You gently lift the fabric with your hoof. >The softest silk from Saddle Arabia that money could buy. >Finishing your little inspection, you are once again filled with pride. >Well, you’re a little sadden by the fact that you weren’t allowed to add frills. >The Queen wanted a simple imperial gown. >Not a problem for a brilliant seamstress such as yourself. >But you really would like to add frills. >Absentmindedly, your eyes roam over the very pronounced curves of the mannikin. >This was intentional. >As was making the gown slightly transparent. >This social gathering was more than just a noble’s retreat. >No, this gathering was being held for a much more important matter. >Finding the Queen a stallion! >The halls will be filled with hopeful young suitors looking to become king. >And while the Queen is certainly the most beautiful thing under the stars. >A little help bringing attention to her body would give the lusty males even more reasons to chase after her. >Truthfully, this is the most risqué gown you’ve ever made. >But it’s worth it. >Filled with pride once more, you cover the manikin with a sheet, and put it on a cart. >While you very much approve of the gown, your Queen has the final say. >You push the cart through the darken halls, until you come up to a large door. >Two stoic bat ponies salute you, before one of knock on the door. >” Enter.” >The pony opens the door, and you push your cart inside. >The door closes behind you, leave just you and the Queen to talk in private >You see your Queen laying on her bed partially hidden by drapes. >Your Queen’s head lifts from her forelegs when she sees you. >” Ah, Ms. Belle, I’ve been expecting you. “Good evening, my Grace.” “I have finished the gown per your request.’ >Nightmare gracefully, if a tad rough for your liking, gets off her bed. >” Well then Ms. Belle, let’s see it then. >With no hesitation, you unveil the gown to her, and step back >You watch, as your Queen examines it with a critical eye. >Occasionally touch the gown here and there, to feel the fabric. >When she is finished, she turns to you. >” Excellent work, Ms. Belle.” >” Its everything I wanted, and more.” >You smile your biggest smile at your Queen’s praise and show your appreciation with a bow. >” Even your... creative liberties.” >You lift your head from your bow. “My creative liberties?” >You see her eyeing you like prey. >” Yes, creative liberties, I don’t recall asking for a sheer gown.” >Your Queen starts to saunter over to you. >” Why it’s so see through, I might as well wear nothing at all.” >” And I’ve worn Imperial gowns before.” >She stop before you and cranes her head down until it is eye level. >” But never one this tight.” >You feel yourself starting to break down under her gaze. >” Just think, Ms. Belle, it’ll hug every inch on my body.” >” And the materials you used will feel splendid every time I move against it.” >You feel your cheeks redden, partially in shame, but also in arousal at the image she is painting in your mind’s eye. >She smiles her toothy grin. >” I’ll only have my tail to defend my privacy.” >” But what if I were to lift it.” >” All would see my marehood.” >” Puffy and inflamed by the blatant exhibition.” >” Even just swinging my tail side to side, would offer any pony behind me a glimpse at it.” >You feel yourself heating up, your heartrate increasing, and your body shaking. >More so in arousal now than shame. >Seeing the effects she has on you causes her to lick her lips. >” I bet it would throw all of my suitors into a frenzy.” >Your Queen raises her head to once again stare down at you. >” Surly these thoughts entered into your head as you made this gown, Ms. Belle.” >You find yourself unable to speak. >Staring into her eyes, as if they were spotlights catching you in the middle of a crime “I…” >” Hmm?” “I just want to create the perfect dress that highlights my Queen’s beautiful and.” >Why couldn’t you stop yourself before you said and? >” And, Ms. Belle?” >You trapped yourself, and Nightmare isn’t letting you go. >Her eyes burn into your very being. >Too bad they’re not burning the butterflies in your stomach. >Swallowing with a dry throat, you prepare yourself for the aftermath that is to come. “And sensual nature.” >There was a moment of silence, before Nightmare throw her head back, roaring in laughter. >You’ll take her burning gaze over this. >You could just die from embarrassment right now. >You tried to look down, but your head is frozen in place by your Queen’s magic. >” Do not despair, Ms. Belle, you’re not the only one that thinks that.” >In an instant, Nightmare pulls you into a kiss. >Your brain melts into a confused mush of emotions and thoughts >Not knowing what to do, you simply let your Queen kiss you. >Soon lust and pleasure pull themselves out of the puddle. >Your Queen is easily the best kisser you’ve had. >A refined technique. >Your lips pressed against her supple lips >The way her tongue curls around yours, sending shocks through your body. >Before you can think anymore, Nightmare breaks the kiss. >You’re left breathless and aching for more. >Your Queen licks her lips, and stares at you with hungry eyes. >You feel that this time however, you’re prey to a different hungry. >” You may go, Ms. Belle” >Hearing her command, you bow, and leave your Queen’s bed chamber. >If life was simple, you could just move from last night’s events. >Even as you work on your dress for tonight’s party. >Your mind replays that kiss, leaving you yearning for another. >You sigh in frustration. >To make things worse. >Your Queen takes full delight in the brand-new effect she has on you. >She sways her hips far more than she should now when she walks in front of you. >That, or she would stretch herself in the most uncouth fashion. >You wish you could properly reprimand her. >But you find your eyes looking over her body more than you mind thinking about what to say. >Then when she’s is finished with her display, she always acts innocent, and goes about her business as if nothing happened. >You turn off your sewing machine and collect your dress. >You put it on a manikin and look over all the stitching. >There is a silver lining though. >If she is this good at teasing you, then she should have no problem railing up any male she fancies tonight. >You gently tug on the dress, testing to see if the stitching holds. >Pleased to see it not fall apart, you’re ready to add the next thing >Frills! >Lots and lots of frills. >Your horseshoe click through the halls. >You’ve timed everything perfectly, so that you’ll arrive a few minutes late. >The moonlight shines through the windows, illuminating the way, as you walk down the hall. >It also shines on your simple frilly white dress. >You loathe being a plain Jane, since you rarely get to wear something other than your uniform. >But tonight isn’t your night, so you’ll put up with it. >As you draw closer to the gathering, you can faintly hear music. >Arriving fashionably late to a social gathering in full swing. >That’s how you make an entrance and get everyone’s attention. >You only hope when your Queen does it, everyone will stop and stare. >You finally reach the room where the gathering is being held. >Taking a deep breath, you hype yourself up, and enter the room. >A few ponies notice you enter, but most are focused with themselves, the music, or. >You frown, as you see your Queen surrounded by various ponies. >So much for her grand entrance. >At least she’s still the center of attention. >You put your Queen in the back of your mind and start to walk over to the refreshment table. >You’ve spent enough time doing nothing, and what better way to make up for lost time than over a glass of wine. >Throughout the night, wine, smiles, and gossip past your lips. >Unsurprisingly Nightmare’s gown was the main topic of the night. >Some mares are surprised that she would wear it in the first place. >Others wish they wear so bold and could wear something like that. >The few married mares you talk to were angry that their husbands were paying more attention to her than them. >All in all, everyone was having a good time. >Even your Queen looked like she was having fun with her male subjects. >You weren’t actively paying attention to Your Queen and her suitors. >But every now and then, you would glance and see her enjoying the company with some male. >And that male would be different every time. >Doesn’t take you long to find out why, when you see her and a stallion quietly leaving the room. >Only for her to come back smiling, and alone. >After some time the stallion came back. >He looked a little shaken, and his smile is obviously forced. >Another stallion approaches him, and the two of them have a small chat, before they both move off to the side. >You see them join a rather large gathering of other males. >Seems not everyone is having a good time tonight. >Hours fade into the night, and ponies are starting to go home. >You wave some of your new friend’s good night and leave yourself. >Tonight was fun, but you wish your Queen would entertain the idea of bringing some pony to her chamber. >You sigh. >She’ll find one pony she loves more than causing night terrors eventually. >Instead of going straight to your room, you veer off into an adjacent hallway. >With all the wine you’ve drank, you need to visit the closets ladies room. >You find one, and quickly take care of business. >Feeling much better now, you walk out of the bathroom, and peer into a void. >Now you want to make a dramatic entrance. >Nightmare walks from the shadows. >They vanish, as she appears. >” Fancy meeting you here, Ms. Belle.” >You bow before her. > “How was your night?” “It was very enjoyable, my Queen.” >Nightmare smirks, then wraps her mane wraps around you, and drags you close to her. >” Just enjoyable?” >She looks at you with those same hungry eyes. >You shudder slightly, and your heart start to beat a little faster. >You were about to respond, but she silences you with a kiss. >Just like she did the first time. >So sudden that you couldn’t resist it. >Not that you would try. >Earlier lust is reawaken now mixed with alcohol lowered inhibitions. >Meaning you weren’t going to be a passive standby this time. >You return the kiss. >Slithering your tongue around hers. >Your lips suckling and smacking on hers. >Stifled moans and saliva mix in each other’s mouths. >You don’t know how long you two were locked in your intimate kiss. >But when you two separated, you were left breathless. >” Tonight doesn’t have to end with just enjoyable, Ms. Belle.” >You feel a heat rising through your body. “My Queen, that… I mean.” >Words are failing you. >Nightmare’s never-ending gaze stares right through you. >” Speechless, Ms. Belle.” >She swiftly turns on her hooves and shows her flank to you. >” It’s a good things actions speak louder than words.” >Oh dear. >The heat in your body erupts into an inferno. >Your breathing is frantic, as is your heart beat. >You can’t resist. >Alcohol and lust drive your body into moving. >As you draw closer, you an obvious stain on her gown. >You stand behind her, trembling with excitement and desire. >You slide your hooves along Nightmare’s gown. >Slowly, you lift it up. >Occasionally touching your Queen’s calves on the way up. >Your Queen shudders at your touch. >You rest the gown on top of her flanks. >You hold your breath, as you see Nightmare’s mound in all its glory. >Dark blue outer lips, redden by arousal and shining from her juices. >When you breathe again, your nose fills with her intoxicating scent. >You clenched your thighs, feeling the wetness of your own mound against them. >You want to lick it. >A simple thought causes you to clench your thighs tighter, making you moan softly as you feel a small shock of pleasure. >Lick every inch of it. >Drink in every drop of her juices. >And suckle on her clit if it dares wink at you. >Your desires now fully driving you, you lean forward. >Ready to get the first taste of many right there in the hallway. >You are so committed to debauchery, that you are caught off guard when you’re engulfed by shadows. >The next thing you know, you’re no longer in the hallway, but now on your Queen’s bed in her chamber. >Nightmare shrieks with laughter. >” So eager to please.” >You focus returns to your Queen. >You notice that she is no longer wearing her gown. >Must have removed it while you both were in the darkness. >She lays herself on her back and spreads her hind legs open. >” Well, don’t let a change in scenery stop you now.” >Your lust taking over again, you hastily move towards her. >Once you’re close enough, you lay yourself between her legs. >You feel the sheet touch your coat. >Meaning that you too have been striped in the darkness. >But that’s just a minor footnote that is thrown at the back of your mind. >You get an eyeful of the glistening royal mound once again. >You lick your lips and lean in >With nothing stopping you this time, you extend your tongue out. >The first lick was a slow drag from the bottom of her vagina all the way up to her winking clit. >You wanted to savor the taste, before you start licking in earnest. >Your queen moans, as you work your tongue on her petals. >Simple sounds of encouragement that make you want to pleasure your Queen more. >You changed your technique from broad licks to short ones. >Focusing your efforts around the middle and upper parts of her vagina. >This causes Nightmare to mewl and writhe. >Your tongue pushes your Queens folds open and pushes back her clit hood. >With her clit fully exposed, you swirl your tongue around it, before you wrap your lips around it. >With loving suckles and licks, you lavish your attention all over her clit. >This strongly affects her, causing her to moan loudly, while pushing her hips into your face. >Not wanting to leave the rest of her mound unattended, you fill your horn with magic. >Surrounding her lips with your magic, you start rubbing them in semicircles. >You play with her like this for a while, listening to your Queens moans, before switching it up. >You let go of her clit with a pop, then pinch and rub it with your magic >With your mouth going towards Nightmare’s vagina, you push your tongue inside her. >Lapping all over her inner walls. >You feel every inch of your Queen tense, before she explodes. >Your mouth floods with her cum, and you swallow it down. >You feel a tightness around your neck, and you know your Queen has locked her legs around you. >Nightmare’s orgasm lasts for some time >Your neck starts to hurt, and you’re running a bit light on air. >Eventually, your Queen enters her afterglow, and her hind legs relax. >Slipping your head away your Queen’s mound, you rest your head on her pelvis. >You see the content smile spread across your Queens face. >It’s somewhat infectious, as you find yourself smiling too. >” Amazing.” “It was my pleasure, my Queen.” >You feel your Queen’s magic wrap around you. >You’re lifted while she stands up. >” You may call Nightmare while we’re alone.” >” And we will be alone a lot more from now on.” >” Would that please you more, Rarity?” >You both know that was a rhetorical question. “Nothing would please me more, Nightmare.” >She smirks and kisses you. >Her magic moves you towards the bed. >She doesn’t break the kiss until your back touches the bed. >” You have been such a good servant thus far.” >She nibbles on your neck, making you squirm. >” And good servants get a special reward from their Queen.” >Nightmare licks your neck and rubs her hoof in circles around your stomach. >Her touch makes you gasp. >” So sensitive.” >Nightmare suckles on your neck, while her hoof moves down your body. >You can’t keep yourself still. >Wiggling your body into the bed, failing to cool the fire spreading through your body. >Her hoof brushes against your vagina takes all your willpower not moan loud enough to wake the castle. >” And so wet.” >Your Queen gives you quick peck on the lips, then she folds your lower body over your head. >You can see the effects of you neglecting your mound, as a bead of your juices drips onto your face. >” Enjoy the show, and don’t cum too fast now.” >Not waiting for you to respond, Nightmare starts to lick your vagina. >You understand now what she meant by show, as you watch your Queen drags her tongue across your folds. >To make things better, you can also feel each lick as you watch. >This time you don’t repress your moans. >Letting your Queen know that you are enjoying the show and her reward. >Seemingly pleased with your moans, Nightmare puts more effort into her oral skills. >Her long tongue laps at part of your loins. >Even when she starts to mix in shorter and faster licks, her tongue still manages to drag across your entire vagina. >The broad base of her tongue feels divine every time it presses against your winking clit. >Pleasure starts to radiate through your body. >Small twitches in your hind legs, and heavier breathing announce that you’re starting to feel it. >Your Queen gives you one last tantalizing lick, before she smiles down at you, and thrust her tongue into your depths. >You are left breathless, as your inner walls wrap around every inch of her tongue. >Never before has a tongue filled you up like this. >Your mind and body struggling to understand this new feeling. >Nightmare starts to pull her tongue out, but your body isn’t willing to let go. >Your vagina clamps down trying to halt its movement and keep you full. >You fail however, as you feel her tongue slip past your grasp. >She pulls her tongue free from your marehood. >Leaving your body empty, twitching, and begging for more. >Nightmare didn’t indulge. >Instead, she traced the outlines of your petals with the tip of her tongue. >You grunt in frustration. >This isn’t what you want, and she knows it. >Once the tip of her tongue finishes its tour, it settles on your pulsating clit. >She swirls it around your nub, making you tense up and moan. >Your forehooves dig into the bed, and you try moving your hips to get Nightmare’s tongue where it matters. >She puts a stop to that by tightening her grasp around your waist. >You whimper, your eyes pleading for release. >Nightmare flicks her tongue on your clit one last time. >” Wait for it just a little while longer.” >Your Queen grins. >” I’ll have you drowning in ecstasy.” >Nightmare hovers her mouth over your mounds once more. >She swirls her tongue around your petals, then thrusts it inside. >Your vagina is happy to welcome her tongue back home. >Lovingly clenching around it with it’s warm wet walls. >You feel your Queen pulling her tongue out, but before any doubt could form in your mind, she slides it back in. >Your Queen moves her tongue in a steady rhythm. >Taking her tongue out far enough to leave you feeling empty, before she pushes it back in. >You start to fill the room with moans and gasps, as your body starts twitching again as you climb to your climax. >Your Queen allows you to enjoy yourself, humming softly into your vagina. >Soon you slip into a trance. >Zoning in on Nightmare’s tongue, and the pleasure its giving you. >You’re brought back to reality when your Queen removes her tongue. >Before you could protest, Nightmare rests your body on the bed, and kisses you. >She lifts you up with her forelegs without breaking the kiss. >When she does break the kiss, she quickly spins you around, and pushes you back on the bed. >Then you feel her hooves slap your flanks. >You moan with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. >Your Queen chuckles. >” Too hard?” “N-no, just wasn’t expecting it.” >” Good.” >She playful slaps your flanks again. >” Up.” >You rise your lower body on shaky legs. >The desperate need to cum after being denied twice before is overwhelming. “Please, Nightmare.” >That came out more like a whine than a plea. >” Hmmm, let’s see.” >You feel her huff right on your vagina. >Even something as small as a puff of air makes your over sensitive body spasm. >You feel movement behind you, but is confused when it stops, and you feel nothing. >Then Nightmare’s hoof in front of you. >It’s glistening, no doubt wet from your overflowing juices. >She moves her hoof from view, but curiosity makes you turn your head. >You’re rewarded with the sight of your Queen licking her hoof clean. >With an exaggerated slurp, she finishes her clean up job. >” Yes, I think you’ve had enough.” >Nightmare puts her hooves on your flanks again. >She softly caresses them, before she pushes her tongue into your vagina. >A lusty filled moan explodes from your mouth. >Her tongue feels even better than the last time. >Might have something to with the promised reward of the oncoming orgasm that has eluded you for so long. >Nightmare starts to swirl her tongue inside you. >Its length makes it feels like a never-ending spiral against your walls. >Your moans never cease, and your body spasms uncontrollably. >But you’re too far gone to care about the buildup. >You need to cum now! >Forcing your body to be still, you start swaying your hips around in a circle. >The added sensation of grinding against Nightmare’s tongue sends you rocketing to the peak. >You dig your hooves into the bed and start pushing your hips back while grinding away. >You’re so close! >If you can just get Nightmare’s tongue to rub your g spot the right way, or. >Out of the blue you feel a pinch on your clit. >That is enough to push you over into an explosive orgasm. >You yell out the loudest moan in your entire life. >Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, sweeping over you like nothing you’ve ever experience before. >Your lower half is kept up by some unknown force through the whole ordeal. >Eventually, your mind-blowing climax ebbs away. >Leaving you with a lack of sense and feeling. >Finally, your hind legs give out. >Making you crash down to the bed below. >You barely hang on to your conscience, as you enter your aftershock. >Strong spasms still rock your body while you lay on the bed breathless. >For the moment the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing. >Until you get ahold of yourself, then the room is filled with silence. >Faintly you feel something turning you over. >Rolled onto your back, you stare up at a grinning Nightmare. >She lowers her face down and kisses you. >Her mouth tastes of your vagina and the juices that it gushed. >Nightmare cuts the kiss short, then lays down beside you. >She turn your limp to face her again. >” Well, Rarity, did you enjoy the first night of many?” “Words cannot hope to explain my enjoyment, darling.” >Nightmare pulls you into an embrace, and lightly nibbles on your neck. >” From now on, you are forbidden from calling any pony ‘darling’.” >You return the embrace, letting Nightmare’s warmth wash over you, and slowly lull you to sleep. “Of course, my darling Nightmare.”