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.
I bow to the imposing figure on the throne, but do not kneel. "My greetings, monarch. I am Lonerover. I'm afraid that I am stranger in your lands and lost on my way. I wish not to trespass nor to disrespect you, so please tell me who you are and where am I?"
"We are Nightmare Moon, the ruler of the dreams and nightmares! This is our realm thou shall not trespass unpunished!" Her voice echoes once more in the throne room. "And as for telling you where thou art... why would we waste our breath on a mortal such as thee?!"
She looks at you with contempt, her eyes daring you to challenge her. "Unless..." she pauses, narrowing her gaze "...thou wishest to join us and serve thy rightful queen?"
"Well it is clear that I have been summoned here, a swirl of shadow like the ones your mane is made of lead me to your throne room. I will find answers on my own if you don't wish to tell me." I take a deep breath, meeting her gaze sensing danger and threat in it. "Tempting offer but I'll have to pass on it, I'm afraid. My journey is far from an end and I can't stay with you for too long." I nod to her in respect, holding my hands together, hiding them in my robe sleeves conjoined.
Her laugh is cold and mocking, echoing through the throne room and sending shivers down your spine. "Oh? And how do you intend to leave then?" she asks, amusement lacing her voice now. "Thou art in our realm now, lost traveler, and there is no escape save the one we grant thee!"
With a flick of her wrist, Nightmare Moon sends a shadowy tendril snaking towards you. Before you can react, it coils around your throat, cutting off your air. "
My eyes open widely and several times I attempt to grab the tendril to shake it off, but my hands pass right through it and I just wail at the air in front of me. I open my mouth in silent attempt to gasp some air but the grip of shadow is too strong and I just open and close my mouth in agony, looking at Nightmare Moon.
The more you struggle and fight against the shadowy tendril, the tighter it squeezes around your throat, cutting off your air until you finally start to lose consciousness... just as Nightmare Moon had intended. As you begin to fade out of awareness, her voice comes once more, cold and mocking: "Perhaps now thou art ready to reconsider thy choice?"
I move my lips but no sound come out. My eyes look at Nightmare Moon but the sight slowly fades from them. A silent 'yes' can be read on my lips as last bits of air are consumed by my lungs.
The tendril releases its grip on your throat as you finally submit to her will. You cough and wheeze, gasping for air, your vision blurring from the lack of oxygen. As you regain consciousness, Nightmare Moon speaks once more, her voice still cold but now tinged with satisfaction: "Very well then... thou shall be my servant. Obey and serve me without question or face my wrath again." Her eyes bore into yours, commanding obedience from you even as your vision begins to clear.
I gasp and try to catch my breath, fallen on my knees. I'm dizzy and for a few seconds I can't even tell where's up or down. When my vision clears I nod my head, indicating my compliance. "Forgive my insolence, Nightmare Moon."
The night princess arches an eyebrow, her expression unreadable for a moment as she studies you kneeling before her. Then she nods slowly, seemingly satisfied with your display of submission. "Rise," Nightmare Moon commands, gesturing to the empty space beside her throne. "Serve thy queen and prove thy loyalty."
Her voice is still cold and commanding, but there's a hint of approval in it now. As you rise to your feet, she turns away from you, dismissing you for now.
I stand up and nod to her, swallowing. My throat still hurts as a reminder of consequences that follow disobedience. I turn away and exit the throne room. Small wave of shadow leads me to a small chamber that looks like a place where I'll be staying in this castle. It is still very strange that I can't remember much about getting here and that there are no residents except for me and Nightmare Moon. I sit on the rough bed that brings little comfort and try to think about it all.
The more you dwell on the circumstances that brought you here and try to make sense of it all, the more futile it feels. Nightmare Moon's influence is strong in this realm; her very presence warps reality around her to suit her whims. You can either accept your fate and serve her loyally, or suffer the consequences of your defiance once again. The choice is yours... for now.
After a short time of respite I hear her voice calling me to stand before her once again. I get up and follow the path leading to the throne room once again. I enter and bow to her. "You wanted to see me?"
"Ah, there thou art... I have been thinking about thy punishment." Her tone is mockingly sweet and amused, as if she's enjoying the power this gives her over you. "Perhaps a physical form of servitude would be most fitting?" She tilts her head to the side, considering. "Or perhaps something more... intimate?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper, sending shivers down your spine.
I get confused and slightly flustered at her consideration. I take an instinctive step back while looking at her confused. "I-intimate?"
"Oh, come now... don't tell me thou art unfamiliar with such things." She leans forward, her eyes boring into yours, a smirk playing on her lips. "Or perhaps thou art simply afraid of what it entails?" Her voice becomes taunting as she continues to toy with you.
Her wings flutter slightly behind her back, casting shadows that dance across the throne room floor like dark tendrils reaching out for you.
I get visibly nervous and my cheeks redden at her words and the way she looks at me. "I-... this is... I cannot-"
Her laugh fills the throne room once more, colder and more mocking than ever before. "Ahh... I see thou art quite inexperienced indeed." She pauses for a moment, considering you. "Very well then... we shall begin with something simple."
Without warning, her wings unfurl to their full span, the air around her seeming to crackle with arcane energy.
My eyes widen and focus on her wings waiting for the course of events.
A rush of wind fills the throne room as her wings beat once, sending candle flames dancing and casting shadows everywhere. You feel a sudden chill course through your body, followed by a sensation that feels like you're being stripped of your clothes... and then you are. The cold air touches your bare skin, making goosebumps rise on your flesh as Nightmare Moon studies you from head to toe with a predatory gaze.
"There now," she purrs, "
I gasp when my clothes are blown away and cover my groin with my hands. The piercing predatory gaze of the alicorn sitting across the room studying me sends a shiver down my back, my length erecting and poking from behind my hands. I look back at her confused, aroused and slightly scared.
Her laughter fills the throne room once more, its mocking tone making your skin crawl and your heart race faster. "There's no need to be ashamed," she purrs, her voice low and husky. "You belong to me now... embrace it." Slowly, she rises from her throne, every muscle in her lithe form taut as a bowstring.
I swallow as she stands up, showing how high she is compared to me. He muscles, her posture, her certainty - all shows that I have no chance to fight the alicorn, neither physically, magically or psychologically.
Her wings flutter once more, and the shadows in the throne room seem to obey her command, rising up like tendrils reaching for you. They dance around your body, caressing your skin before swirling together to form a collar that encircles your throat. A similar effect occurs with your groin, where the shadows come together to form a harness that seems to draw your erect cock up and out, making it stand at attention before her.
I gasp and touch the collar on my neck inspectingly. I understand that my attempts to hide my length won't do any good, so I keep my hands on my opposite arm instead.
The tendrils of shadow shift and mold themselves around your body, conforming to her every desire. As she steps closer, the harness on your groin tightens, pulling your erection even more upright and exposed. Her eyes never leave yours as she reaches out a hand, gesturing for you to come to her.
"Come," she whispers, voice soft and seductive now. "I wish to show you what true servitude feels like."
My face winces in attempt to fight my own arousal as the harness tightens on my cock, exposing it to her. Uncertainly I take step after step towards her, looking into her eyes from below.
As you approach her, the shadows seem to swirl and dance around your body, reacting to her every movement and command. She's tall and imposing, dominating the throne room with her very presence. Her wings stretch out behind her like dark twin embraces, casting long shadows across the floor that caress your feet as you walk closer to her.
Her voice drops even lower now, husky and seductive. "I can see how aroused you are, my pet... it pleases me."
"I- t-thank you, princess." My breathing grows faster the closer I get to her, having to lift my chin to keep looking into her eyes. "You're gorgeous in that dress."
Her laugh is like the sound of a thousand shadowed bells, pure and cold as ice. "Dress?" she asks, tilting her head to one side, amused. "I don't need such trifles when I have you." With a wave of her hand, her clothes disappear in a swirl of mist that reforms into delicate black leather, revealing her body beneath. "Now," she says, voice growing deeper and more commanding, "kneel before your queen."
I swallow at the sight of her exposed perfect body, accentuated by the leathery straps. My member twitches in agreement of my awe as I grow speechless. I lower on my knees and my length standing upright doesn't make this position too comfortable. I look at Nightmare Moon from such a low angle, seeing her every curve exposed to me, towering over me. So close, but so infinitely distant.
Her laughter echoes through the throne room as you kneel before her, your eyes transfixed on her perfect form. "Such a beautiful sight," she whispers, reaching out to stroke your cheek with a long, slender finger. The touch sends shivers down your spine, making your cock twitch in response. "Now," she continues, voice growing firmer, "what do you wish to offer your queen?"
"I stand bare naked before you. What ever can I possibly offer you, my queen?"
Her lips curl into a predatory smile as she studies you at her feet. "Indeed," she says with a chuckle, running a hand through the mist that was once her hair, revealing her strong shoulders and collarbone. "You have offered yourself completely to me. And for that, I shall reward you."
With a wave of her hand, another mist appears around you both, forming into black leather straps that wind around your body: over your arms, torso, hips and legs, binding you tightly in place.
"Ah!" I gasp and squirm against my bind. I stand on my knees before her more than just exposed. I'm helpless and presented fully to her will. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I continue to squirm against the straps that bind me in place with no chance to move on my own.
Her eyes wander up and down your body, taking in every detail as you squirm helplessly beneath her gaze. The leather straps dig into your skin, marking you as hers. She steps closer, running a hand through your hair before cupping your cheek, her touch cool and reassuring despite its strength. "Now," she says softly, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "thou belong only to us."
"W-what will you do to me now?"
Her laughter is like the sound of bells tolling in the distance, cold and mocking. "Why," she whispers, licking her lips, "we will do whatever we please with thee." Her voice drops lower still, nearly a purr now. "And when we are finished, thou shall serve us faithfully... or face our wrath once more."
Without warning, she bites down on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not break the skin.
I groan at the bite, rising on my knees a little. The bite tells me what is about to come - pain that will leave its mark but won't hurt my body and with time I'll have to learn to appreciate it.
"Mine," she growls, her fangs leaving two crescent moons on your neck. The shadows around you thicken, forming a makeshift gag. Her wings spread wide, enveloping you in darkness as she drags you towards the bed.
The darkness intensifies as she drags you to the bed, obscuring all senses except touch. Shadows caress every inch of bound flesh, preparing you for her pleasure. "Prepare yourself, pet," she hisses in your ear before releasing your hair, letting strands cling damply to your cheeks. "Your queen demands satisfaction."