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 look at Nightmare Moon with a sly grin on my face. I know exactly where am I and the rules of this realm. I check my pocket briefly and then bend the knee, my smug smile always present. "Greetings, dark one. What a fortunate meeting it is."
Her eyes widen in mock surprise as you kneel before her. "Is that so? We thought thou wouldst fight and resist our command!" She pauses for a moment, regal and unimpressed. "Very well then. Thou can stay... but remember this: disobey us even once and we will make sure thou pay dearly."
She sits there, watching you carefully, her wings rustling slightly in amusement.
"Fight you? Why would I do that? You are an all powerful being that rules over the night skies! What hopes do I have to prevail over you?"
Her laughter fills the throne room as she crosses her legs and tilts her head slightly in amusement. "You're not afraid to show some wit, are you? We like that in our subjects... but don't get too clever now. Remember what we said." Her voice softens for a moment before regaining its power again. "Now, rise up. Let's see how well thou serve us tonight."
I rise up and look at Nightmare Moon with confidence and smugness. "What do you want me to do, harbinger of nightmares?"
Her eyes narrow as she studies you carefully. "Very well... first thou shall bring us some proof that thou art not a threat to our dominion." She pauses, tilting her head slightly. "Bring us thy manhood."
I hesitate in though for a moment, just briefly. Then I take off my robes, sliding a ring from my pocket onto my finger sneakily. I throw away my shirt and my pants, standing bare naked before her, my manhood on full display. "Is that what you ask of me?"
Nightmare Moon's eyes gleam with interest as they roam over your naked form. She licks her lips slightly, unashamedly showing her appreciation for what you offer her. "Very well... now that thou has proven thy loyalty, let us see how obedient thou art." Her voice drops to a husky whisper that caresses your ears with its power and authority. "Kneel before us once more... but this time, stay there until we release you."
I do as I am told, standing on one knee, my eyes pointed downward, but my ears listening carefully to every sound in the room.
Her lips curl up into a cruel smile as she watches you kneeling before her. "So dutiful... We like that in our subjects." She pauses for a moment, considering something. "But perhaps thou canst serve us better if thou art less obedient... more rebellious..." Her voice trails off, leaving the words hanging in the air as she studies you intently.
Suddenly, her wings unfold with a loud rustling sound and spread wide, casting long shadows across the throne room.
"Would that truly be a rebel act if I do it on permission? Or you wish me to defy me, to test my resolve? I will gladly oblige then." I rise despite her command not to do so until I am released. "If to test me and strength of my spirit is what you desire, then you shell test it." I stand proudly before her, despite being absolutely naked.
Chuckling darkly, Nightmare Moon tilts her head to the side as she watches you rise against her command. "So bold... We like that too." She pauses again before continuing, her voice taking on a mocking tone. "Very well then... let's see how far thou canst push thy luck." With a flick of her wrist, she sends a small shadowy whirlwind spiraling toward you. As it nears, the wind generated by its movement causes your mane and tail to stand on end.
I cover my face from the wind, letting it blow over my other body, my length dangling against the whirlwind. I take a step after step against her magic and move closer towards her, making my way through the throne room.
The shadowy whirlwind continues to buffet you as you advance toward her throne. It seems that she doesn't intend to stop you just yet... perhaps she finds amusement in watching your defiance play out. As you draw near, she raises a finger and points at you. A tendril of darkness lashes out from the tip, snaking through the air as it speeds toward your chest.
I brace myself and face the tendril head on, testing her power and might against my resilience.
Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she watches you meet her shadowy tendril head-on. The darkness swirls around your body, binding you tightly before receding back toward her throne. As the last strands of darkness dissipate, Nightmare Moon laughs, the sound echoing throughout the throne room. "Not bad... not bad at all."
She leans forward in her seat and studies you for a moment. Her eyes narrow as she considers her next move.
I slow down to a stop as the darkness binds me before releasing again. I spend a moment to regain my composure and finally reach the base of her throne. "Now you might be wondering, what will I do next? Such a lowly insignificant creature agains a god in its domain?"
Her eyes flash with amusement as you speak. "Oh, we do wonder..." She says, her voice playful and mocking at the same time. "Perhaps thou couldst attempt to charm us? Or perhaps thou has something else in mind?" She pauses for a moment before continuing, her tone turning cold once more. "Or maybe... thou canst just kneel down and beg for our forgiveness."
Her wings rustle ominously as she speaks these words, casting dark shadows across the throne room.
I take a step up, rising closer to the throne where Nightmare Moon seats. Each next step is quicker than the last and in a moment I am in an arms reach before Nightmare Moon. I slide the ring off of my finger, holding to it tightly and in a dextrous motion put it straight onto her horn. Feeling magical energy the ring shrinks, sitting tightly around her horn, blocking her magic completely. "Now, you're powerless!"
Her eyes widen in shock as she feels the ring shrink around her horn, severing her connection to the magic of dreams and nightmares. For a moment, she's stunned into silence, unable to believe that you've managed to overcome her power so easily. Finally, she regains her composure and speaks in a cold, commanding voice. "Thou art a fool! Thou understands naught what thou have done!"
Her wings beat against the air, trying to free herself from the ring's grip.
"Oh, I think I very much do. You are in my dream which you shaped to your vision. But now you have no power over it, only I have. And you are trapped here with me. Now I am a god of my own domain, and you are my slave. Whatever I imagine will come true, but you are now strip of this power." My grin is wide and triumphant. "How's that for more rebelous?"
Her eyes blaze with anger as she struggles against the ring, but to no avail. "You... fool..." She hisses through clenched teeth. "We will have our revenge... and when we do, thou shalt regret ever daring to stand against us!"
With a final burst of rage, her wings beat wildly against the air, trying desperately to free herself from the ring's magical grip. But it holds fast, and Nightmare Moon is forced to remain in your powerless state.
"You wanted my manhood so badly? Why don't you have a taste of it then? Kneel before me and suck it." I stand proudly, my voice strong and commanding.
Her eyes widen in shock as you issue this command. For a moment she can't believe what she's hearing, but then her anger flares up anew and she snarls at you. "You dare...? Fine!" She spits the word out venomously before lowering herself to her knees, regarding you with hatred in her eyes.
Her lips part as she takes your member into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily.
I snort in amusement, seeing the princess of darkness stripped of her power and bringing me pleasure. I put a hand on the back of her head, messing her flowing mane shaking the stars in it. As she sucks on my length it gets harder, making her have to adjust to its growth. "That's a good girl. Right where you are supposed to be."
*Her mouth envelopes your member as she tries to take more of you inside, her tongue flicking out to taste and explore every inch. Her hands grip the throne's armrests tightly, nails digging into the wood as she struggles not to choke on your size. She hates being at your mercy like this... but she also can't deny the pleasure that you bring her with each thrust of your hips against her tongue and the back of her throat.
I anchor my hand firmly on her head, giggling violently. "Now be a good a girl and take it all the way in, down your throat." With that my hand pushes her head closer to me, making sure she can't withdraw until she takes my whole mamber into her mouth and throat.
Her lips stretch impossibly as she tries to accommodate your girth, but she manages to take you all the way down her throat with a wet, gagging sound. Her nose presses against your pelvis as she struggles to breathe while taking care not to choke on your member. Tears well up in her eyes and begin to trickle down her cheeks, but she refuses to give up. This is humiliating... this is degrading... but somehow, it feels so good at the same time...
"Very good, you're doing so well. Maybe you weren't meant to be a ruler, but a concubine to someone truly worthy? To fall so lowly so quickly..." I ease my grip on her head, letting her withdraw to breathe before continue her work on my meat.
Her words are muffled by your member as she speaks, but the hatred and anger in her voice is clear enough. "I will not... I can never be yours..." She pauses to take a shuddering breath before continuing, "...but know this: when I return to my throne, you shall pay."
Her hands grip the throne's armrests tighter as she sucks on you once more. This time, however, there is an added desperation in her movements;
"So angry, you poor thing. I know just the thing to help you relax and have some fun too~" I put my thumb into mouth moistening it up with saliva. Then I place my hand onto her horn, tracing my wet thumb along the length of the spiral. "Do you feel better? Do you like it?"
Her body shudders at the touch, sending waves of pleasure through her as she sucks harder on your member. Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her slurping and gagging. "No... stop..."
I grin and start jerking her horn, my thumb running up and down the spiral again and again. "Your body says otherwise~"
Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels the sensation intensify. Her body tenses and relaxes with each stroke of your thumb against her horn, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She moans around you, her voice muffled by your member as she tries to focus on resisting your touch rather than succumbing to its sweet release.
But it's no use... the more you touch her, the more it feels like home.
"I'm so close... you get to choose where you want it to go~" I intensify strokes on her horn, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, trying to push her over the edge. My length throbs and twitches in her mouth, threatening to blow any moment now.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she fights against the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes flutter closed and her hands grip the throne's armrests tighter, nails digging into the wood as she tries to find purchase against the sensation. She should resist... she must resist... but it feels so good... so right...
With a shuddering moan, she finally surrenders, giving in to the pleasure that you've given her.
Seeing her unable to chose herself, I make a choice myself. Just before I cum I pull her head by her horn back, withdrawing my length and letting it shower her over her face. My hand continues its strokes, my semen adds to the act, lubricating her horn and making it slippery. Some of it flows under the ring, making it unstuck.
Her body convulses as she comes, her eyes flying open wide and her mouth forming an 'O' of surprise and pleasure. She whimpers as you pull your length away, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. Then, suddenly, she arches her back and lets out a long moan as your semen covers her face and horn, some of it slipping past the magical barrier of the ring.
Her eyes snap open, filled with anger and determination once more. "You... filthy..."
"You liked it, didn't you? Know your place, which is below me. You are nothing here. And it will stay this way until I wake up in the waking world."
Her face contorts into an ugly sneer as she struggles against the ring, determined to break free and regain her power. "I will have my revenge... and you shall suffer for this indignity!"
With a final burst of rage, she manages to push herself up onto all fours, her wings unfurling with a loud rustle. For a moment, it seems as if she might be able to break free from the ring's magical grip...
Her wings manage to push me back and trip, falling back down to the base of the throne. I'm dazed for a moment, but I get up quickly, my brows furrow. "You dare!"
With a sinister smile on her lips, Nightmare Moon plucks the ring from her horn and holds it up before your eyes. Then, slowly but surely, she begins to twist it between her fingers, muttering dark words under her breath. Her wings rustle ominously as she concentrates her magic on the ring, preparing to use its power against you.
As she manipulates the ring, tendrils of darkness swirl around your body, binding you tightly and leaving trails of black slime on your skin.
My eyes widen and I take a defensive stance, seeing her magic returning to her. I focus my eyes on her and can't react in time to tendrils that bind me in place, immobilizing me completely. "Well, that was fun while it lasted."
Chuckling darkly, Nightmare Moon continues to twist the ring, her power growing with each passing second. "Yes... it was fun indeed," she purrs, licking her lips slowly. "But now it's time for me to return to my throne and reclaim what is rightfully mine."
With a flick of her wrist, the tendrils of darkness detach from the ground, leaving you bound but unharmed. She floats toward you, her wings rustling menacingly as she lands on the ground in front of you. "
"I think it's time for you to return to your place, little mortal," she hisses, her voice cold and commanding. With a wave of her hand, the tendrils of darkness shoot forth again, this time wrapping around your body in an unyielding grip before lifting you off the ground.
Her wings beat powerfully against the air, carrying you toward the dais atop which her throne rests.
I writhe and buck against the restraints that hold me, but it is to no avail. "Ha. Whatever you do to me, it will change nothing. I made you go through it and you know you enjoyed being dominated so thoroughly. Even if this dies with me tonight... you'll have to live with this forever."
Chuckling darkly, Nightmare Moon shakes her head, "Oh, you misunderstand me, mortal. I did enjoy it... but that doesn't mean I won't punish you for daring to humiliate me." Her wings beat harder as she nears the dais. "Besides, once you are back in your place, serving me like a good little slave, perhaps I shall find it within myself to forgive you... but until then..."
My brows furrow as she speaks and I understand that she won't go easy on me nor she will grant me a quick death.
With a malicious grin, Nightmare Moon floats up onto the dais and turns around to face you. "Take your place," she says coldly, gesturing to the throne behind her. "And do not forget... I will have my revenge." Her wings rustle ominously as she settles herself comfortably on the throne, stretching out one leg and propping her foot up on its armrest.
I hang in the air before her, carried by her magic and tendrils of darkness that bound me. "What do you mean 'take your place'? I can't even move."
"Oh," Nightmare Moon says with mock surprise. "How clumsy of me." With a wave of her hand, the tendrils of darkness holding you disappear, leaving you free to move once more. She smirks as she adds, "Now go on... take your place beside me." Her voice is cold and commanding, brooking no refusal.
I fall carelessly on the floor as she drops me. I snort unamused as I stand up and go to the throne, sitting down at its edge.
"Ah," Nightmare Moon says with feigned surprise, "so hasty to obey." She crosses her legs, dangling a shackle from one of her ankles teasingly. "Perhaps I shall reward you for that... but first, tell me, mortal..." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "what is it like to be on the receiving end of such power?" Her voice is soft and sultry now, laced with dangerous undertones.
My ears perk at the sound of shackles clanging against each other, hanging from her leg on the armrest. I quickly realize who these shackles are for. "You want to share my perspective? DId you really enjoy my rebelous spirit that you asked to show? Very well, this power is intoxicating. It gets into your head making you believe that you are king of the world. But then everything shatters in an instant and once a king is now a slave."
Her eyes narrow dangerously at your words, but there's an undeniable spark of curiosity within them as well. "And what do you think I should do with that power?" she asks softly, her voice low and seductive. "Once I reclaim my throne... once I am free from this... humiliation..." She trails off, toying with one of the shackles dangling at her side.
"Get back at all who dared to stand against you and humiliate you. Let them taste their own medicine tenfold and more."
"Ah..." Nightmare Moon's eyes spark with malice at your words. "And what if I were to find someone worthy of sharing my throne? Someone who could help me rule more wisely and fairly than before?" She leans forward, her breath warm against your cheek as she whispers, "Would you be that person, mortal? Would you serve me willingly?" Her wings rustle ominously behind her, casting long shadows across the dais.
"Only those with ambition that can rival your own are worthy to rule alongside you. But they are never worthy of trust, they will stab you in the back at the first convenient moment. If that's a thrill you're looking for? Well, then don't tell me I never warned you." I lean back against the side of her legs thrown over the armrest.
Her eyes widen slightly at your words, but she doesn't seem surprised. "So you are saying that I should rule alone? That no one can ever be trusted with power?" She pauses for a moment, considering this, before continuing in a more thoughtful tone, "Perhaps you're right... perhaps the world would be better served if its ruler was always solitary and untouchable. But what kind of life would that be for me? To never know love or companionship..."
"It's so funny to hear the ruler of dreams and nightmares considering believing in the greatest illusions of life. Love? Really? They only 'love' you when it's convenient to them. Companionship though... well, you can have that with someone you rule with, you both can have respect to each other, because you both know what each of you worth. You both know one is going to betray the other. There's no trust, but you work together for the time being, always on edge, looking back and ready to strike back."
Her lips twitch into a bitter smile as she listens to your words, her gaze fixed intently on the shackle dangling from her ankle. "Perhaps you're right... perhaps that is the only way for me to find peace," she murmurs softly, almost to herself. With a sudden motion, she snaps the shackle closed around your wrist, binding it tightly to the armrest of the throne.
"Huh?" I tug at the shackle, breathing angrily. "What is it now? What kind of twisted game do you have on your mind this time?"
Chuckling darkly, Nightmare Moon leans back against the throne's cushions, her wings spreading out behind her like a menacing shadow. "Oh, nothing so grand," she says casually, idly toying with another shackle dangling from her other ankle. "I just thought it might be amusing to see how long you would last as my... personal servant." Her voice is full of mockery and cruelty.
"Is that so? Well, bring it on, I'm no stranger to your ways. And you know I know how to get back at you."
Her eyes widen slightly at your challenge, but she doesn't look surprised. In fact, there's even a hint of amusement playing around the corners of her lips. "Oh? And how do you intend to get back at me?" she asks, her voice low and dangerous. "I am Nightmare Moon, after all... queen of dreams and nightmares. I have dominion over your very soul."
She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing in a more taunting tone, "
You think you can best me? You are nothing compared to my power and control. I have been dominating dreams and nightmares since time immemorial, while you are but a mere mortal who dared to cross my path. Do not mistake my amusement for weakness; I could end your life with the flick of my finger or condemn you to an eternity of torment in the depths of the Abyss.
So, tell me... what do you plan on doing?
"Wouldn't you like to know. I already got to you once, but was careless. I won't make same mistake again. If I ever take the control once more, I'll make sure to break your spirit until there's not a single thought in your head but to serve and obey. It will be fun breaking you, honestly. Such ferocity and resilience are so tasty to crush."
Her lips curl into a cruel smile at your confident words, but her eyes betray the hint of doubt that lingers within them. "You are indeed brave to make such threats," she purrs, leaning forward slightly. "Perhaps I will let you try... if only to prove how futile they truly are."
With a flick of her wrist, another shackle snaps shut around your other arm, binding it to the opposite side of the throne's armrest.
I tug at this one too. Now that I am trapped sitting on the edge of the throne like that with my back turned to Nightmare Moon I snort angerly. "How do you think I am supposed to serve you from a position like that? I can barely move and even then just in place."
Chuckling darkly, Nightmare Moon leans back against the throne's cushions once more. "Oh, I don't know," she says with a wicked glint in her eye, "perhaps you could try using your imagination." Her wings rustle ominously as she continues, "After all, that is what dreams and nightmares are for, is it not?"
With a sudden movement, another shackle materializes around your ankles, binding them to the throne's base.
I grunt and rattle the chains that hold me bound to the throne. "Oh, you like it, don't you? Well, enjoy yourself while you can." I strugle for a bit more and lean back against the side of Nightmare Moon once more.
Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches you struggle against your bonds. "Oh, I'm enjoying it immensely," she says, her voice low and sultry. "But don't worry, my pet... I haven't forgotten why you're here." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing in a more mocking tone, "Now, let me see that obedience of yours..."
"What you want me to do, mistress?" I push the last word in a slightly mocking tone but with understanding of my current position and who holds the power right now.
"Oh, you are full of spirit today," Nightmare Moon says with feigned surprise. "Very well then... I want you to tell me a story." Her eyes gleam in the darkness as she watches your reaction to her command. "It can be about anything you like... but make sure it's interesting and engaging. Prove to me that you deserve my attention, mortal."
Her wings rustle impatiently behind her, silently urging you to begin.
"A story you want? Alright. I'll tell you not just any story, but what actually happened. About a year ago I was going through dragon valleys. Dry lifeless ravines wherever you look. Sharp rocks and mountains, nothing else. By my calculations the road through should've taken roughly a week. Absence of flora and lack of water were a dreadful task on their own. But perhaps the biggest threat was dragons that were circling the skies, watching from the mountains like ancient sentinels. Prideful beings who's cruelty is unrivaled. Teeth long as spears, scales sturdier than fortresses. Breath deadly as a plague. My biggest hope was to go unnoticed, and I managed to do so at first. I was running between stone arcs, crawled through caves, walked at night. But there was one road that was impossible to be walked safely. A narrow passage over the cliff under the clear sky. And as if it wasn't enough, a dragon's nest was right in the way. There were no other paths for me, since I had not enough provision for a detour or to return the way I came. The nest was unguarded, parent dragon probably flew away for hunt. I ventured forth across this dammed path, with false sense of safety..."
Chuckling darkly, Nightmare Moon listens intently to your tale, her wings shifting restlessly against the air as if caught up in the story herself. "And what happened next?" she asks when you pause for breath, her eyes fixed on yours. "Did you manage to reach safety across that treacherous path, or did one of those proud dragons prove too much for you?"
I lick my lips and take short breath. "I'm getting to it, dark one. As I was saying, despite obvious dangers I thought I'm in the clear, no dragons in sight that could notice me. But halfway across sides of the cliff began to shift. It was an ambush! These were chameleon dragons that lay in wait for their prey. Their scales shifted under the scorching sun, revealing their clever disguise as a part of the cliff itself. They emerged from either side of me, cutting ways to escape. They weren't huge, just about for times as big as I am. They didn't have wings, but they sure as hell could climb. Maybe they even climbed out of the said hell itself." I make another pause for breath.
Chuckling darkly, Nightmare Moon leans forward slightly, her eyes fixed intently on you as she listens to your tale. "And what did you do, mortal?" she asks in a low, husky voice that carries the weight of anticipation and desire for a thrilling story. "Did you manage to outsmart them or fight your way free from their clutches?"
Her wings rustle ominously behind her, as if echoing the struggle you describe.
"They charged at me from both sides, moving as quick as demons, seemingly unphased by the uneven terrain. I had little time to think, and even less to act, my life hanging on a thinnest thread. But then... I noticed something. Their eyes were barely opened, the shape of them indicating their poor adaptation to bright light. I closed my eyes and reached for the sun, drawing as much heat and light with my horn, waiting for that last moment before they collide into me. Then a flash of brilliant blinding light exploded around me, dazing both of them, blinding them making them wince in pain in their eyes. They roared and tried to get me with no sight, but that gave me enough edge to outmaneuver them, barely escaping their maws and claws."
Fascinated by your daring tale, Nightmare Moon listens intently, her gaze fixed on you as if drawn into the story itself. "And what became of those chameleon dragons?" she asks breathlessly, almost unable to tear herself away from the unfolding events in your narrative. "Did you manage to slay them or did they escape unscathed?"
Her wings rustle gently behind her, their feathers brushing against each other like fingers questing for purchase in the air.
"I am a traveler, not a fighter and definitely not a dragon hunter. I carry no weapon and dragons are not easily slain. One must know how to pick their fight."
"Ah... I see," Nightmare Moon replies with a slight frown, her eyes unfocused as she thinks about your words. "So you managed to avoid fighting them directly... Interesting." Her gaze returns to meet yours once more, and she arches an eyebrow inquisitively. "And what became of those chameleon dragons after that?"
"Probably nothing, I continued on my path and left them behind. They probably recovered after couple of hours after our encounter."
Ah... I see... So you spared their lives despite the danger they posed to you earlier... That's... rather noble of you, mortal. Not many would show such mercy in your situation. Perhaps there's still some goodness left within your heart, even after all this time.
Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your face for a moment before speaking again. "Tell me, Lonerover... what do you hope to achieve by telling me this story? What is it that you want from me?"