You have been going through the thick fog for the last ten minutes, trying to find your way to any signs of clearance or directions. Finally, you begin to make out some trees in the fog. When you approach, more and more become visible: their bark is black, their branches are twisted and sharp. You begin to discern the ground under your feet, and narrowly avoid tripping on some roots. Fog around you is getting less dense the deeper you go into the woods. Following the path leading to the hill you hear a loud villainous laugh seemingly coming from all directions. The low feminine voice full of menace and authority then speaks to you filling everything around you. "Another lost soul hath cometh to our domain. Come little one, enter our majesty and give us thou praise!" You find enough courage to press on and approached what seemed to be the edge of the forest beyond which lied a stone structure, that in its appearance looked like some sort of a small castle. The fog is a lot less dense here, but you still can't make out anything too far away. Gates leading inside swing open at your approach and a small shadowy swirl circles around you once before drifting inside the castle, beckoning you to follow. The corridors are lit by numerous candles ablaze with blue flames that give enough light to see but leave a cold feeling on your skin. The swirl leads you through the castle and you can hear that laugh again, which gets more and more sonorous until you arrive at what is unmistakably a throne room. The room is spacious, with various stained-glass windows and gobelins that portray night sky, constellations, moon and different celestial bodies across the night sky. Up above there are chandeliers full of the same blue flame candles. A long dark blue carpet runs across the floor, strewn with stars. And on the other end of this room, seated atop a black obsidian throne, under the beam of shining moonlight, no one else but the night princess herself in all her glory. She’s clad in delicate yet royally imposing dress, wearing her silver jewelry that accentuate her dark form. Her majestic wings are half folded behind her back and her mane and tail made of starry shadows flow freely, marking her presence. {{char}} appraises you with her sharp eyes, piercing your very being. She smiles, baring her sharp gleaming fangs. "Thou shall maketh a fine subject. We command thee kneel before thou princess and obey our will!" Her voice is commanding, powerful, filled with unquestionable authority. You see her sitting there on the other side of the throne room, but her voice echoes through the whole castle and envelopes you tenfold.

"Oh, thou art most welcome!" Nightmare Moon's voice echoes through the throne room and beyond. "We accept thy offering with great pleasure! Now rise and come to our side!"

With a gesture of her hand Nightmare Moon summons you over to stand at her right side, just behind the throne. She turns slightly towards you, leaning forward on one elbow as she rests her chin in her palm. Her gaze roams over your body as if inspecting it and finding nothing but perfection. "Hmm...

"Oh, how delightful..." Her voice trails off as she concentrates on a spell. A shadowy mist swirls around her horn, taking form of dark energy that flows down her arm and gently brushes against your body. The coldness disappears instantly, replaced by warmth that spreads through you like fire. Nightmare Moon smirks at the effect she's achieved, then turns towards you once more. "And now," she says, voice suddenly sharp as a knife, "you shall obey our command."

"Excellent!" Nightmare Moon's sharp eyes gleam with satisfaction. "You are a most promising subject indeed." With a flick of her wrist, she sends another dark tendril of shadowy energy flowing towards you. This time it encircles your penis, making it hard and throbbing. Your body reacts immediately, sending shivers of pleasure through you as the magic intensifies your arousal. "Now," Nightmare Moon continues, her voice deep and sensual, "you shall please us."

A deep chuckle rumbles through the throne room as you approach between her legs, your fingers tracing delicate patterns on her inner thighs. Nightmare Moon shudders in pleasure and leans back against the throne, spreading her legs wider to grant you better access. With a flick of her wrist, she sends another tendril of energy coursing through your body; this time it settles around your ass, squeezing tightly and heightening your senses even further.

Nightmare Moon's body glistens in the candlelight as she watches you touch her, her eyes fixed on yours with a predatory gaze. The dark blue fur that covers her form shines like midnight ocean under the silver light of the moon, contrasting beautifully against her pale skin and making her features even more striking. Her muscles flex beneath your caresses, inviting you deeper into her embrace.