Tail Tale 4 [Nightmare Rarity]

It's not often you find yourself on the moon.

 

You look around, confused. Just a moment ago you'd been lying in your bed, reading, and now... this? Did you teleport somehow? Gasping, you cover your mouth, realizing there's no air on the moon, so you definitely shouldn't—wait a second, you're breathing just fine. You tentatively remove your hands, watching them while taking cautious breaths. This is just too weird.

 

Surveying your surroundings, you're shocked to find a rather large castle before you, sprawling with towers and walls that reach for the black sky. The sight of it about takes your breath away, and you'd likely had observed it further if not for the grand doors opening before you.

 

You step back, unsure, eyes locked on the approaching figure. At first, all you can make out is an equine figure, one just a touch shorter than Celestia. After the dust the doors kicked up settles, you notice the a dark, grandiose mane and an even darker coat. Could it be...?

 

"Luna?"

 

The pony emerges from the shadow of the castle, cackling. "No, I'm afraid not, darling."

 

Her figure frightens you into taking another step back, shuddering at the tone of her voice. It's so familiar, yet that body doesn't match it at all. "Rarity?"

 

"So you remembered me. Good. That makes introductions so much easier." Her mouth crooks into a smile, though you aren't exactly comfortable with the impression it's giving.

 

It's been over a month since you last saw Rarity. Squinting, you take a closer look at her body. She's certainly taller than you last remember, with a much more vibrant and puffy mane that cascades over her neck and shoulders recklessly and a tail to match. Her form still holds the femininity of a mare, but amplified, with curves betraying hips that could just as well belong to a human. A slender neck weaves into a study body that ends in a shapely flank. You find yourself holding your breath and release it. Why does she look like that? Why is she here, now, on the moon? Why the hell are YOU on the moon?

 

"I don't suppose you could tell me what I'm doing here."

 

"Oh, of course! But it would be so terribly rude of me to force us to converse out here. Come inside, I'll show you someplace comfortable where you can relax while I explain everything." Each word comes out so much like the Rarity you knew, but there's almost a... taint to it. Like she's hiding something but making no effort to hide it.

 

Your thoughts are interrupted when your body lurches upward, held by Rarity's magic. You yelp as she pulls you over and plops you on her bare back, turning back and smiling like nothing out of the ordinary happened. "Comfortable?"

 

"R-rarity, this really isn't necessary, I can walk just fine and—"

 

"Oh, hush. You're my guest here, and it's only proper I show some courtesy. Besides, with this new figure of mine, I'm tall enough to carry you without making the ride disagreeable."

 

She's right; her head was only slightly closer to the ground than yours standing up, and if you included her horn, she was a little taller. Even with her reassurance, though, it feels awkward riding on her back. Hell, this is the first time any pony has allowed you to ride them. You hold onto Rarity's abundant mane to steady yourself, a bit surprised at exactly how long and exuberant it is. The hairs spill from her head and neck onto your waist and tickle your legs where they're exposed. You nod to Rarity.

 

"Excellent!"

 

She starts of at a moderate, yet constrained pace, humming to herself as she carries you into the castle. Her shoulder blades shift directly underneath you, digging into your thighs in a way that's surprisingly not irritating at all. In fact, it feels more like a massage than anything. You lean over, trying to get a read on her face, but she simply turns back to you an smiles that suspicious grin of hers.

 

And, if you didn't know better, you'd say her shoulders started digging into your thighs harsher than before.

 

Before long, Rarity takes you to what you assume is the chamber she wishes to converse in. It reminds you a bit of Celestia's bedchamber: large, almost haughtily so, with a luxurious bed across the room. Other pieces of furniture, all as magnificent as the bed, line the walls. Everything, from the massive drapes over the single window in the room, to the pillows on the bed, are dark in hue, matching the theme of Rarity's new coat and, honestly, making you more than a little nervous. While you don't put it past her to be so extravagant, you don't remember her favoring such colors.

 

She stops and, before you can hop off, picks you up with magic and sets you down next to her.

 

"Hey, Rarity, how did you end up with this new look, anyways?"

 

"Do you like it? It did take me some time to get used to, but now I've fallen in love with it." She starts walking toward the bed, gesturing for you to follow, so you do. "These long legs make travel surprisingly easier, and this new horn of mine holds much more power than the old one! Don't even get me started on this mane and tail!"

 

You approach the bed, wondering if you should sit down or not. Rarity nods upon seeing your uncertainty. With a sigh of relaxation, you plop down onto the bed, finding your legs much more tired than you'd expect. You look to Rarity, catching her licking her lips as she approaches you, setting her forelegs between your legs. From her position, she actually has to look down a little to make eye contact.

 

Her posture is making you uneasy. "So, uh, gonna tell me the story of how you—"

 

You're interrupted when her lips dive in to meet yours, the kiss coming with such speed and ferocity that you fall back onto the bed. Rarity then plants her forehooves on the bed, clamping your shoulders tight between them. You let out a muffled cry, and the moment your mouth opens to release it, Rarity's tongue darts in and seizes yours, toying with it, moving as she wills. It takes several seconds before you recover and find the focus to push her head away, though the way her forehooves are planted makes the movement difficult.

 

Gasping, you cover your mouth, staring at Rarity in shock. "What the heck was that for?"

 

"You didn't like it?" She lowers her belly, grinding it into your crotch. "I thought you would love this body."

 

"Geezus, Rarity! I hardly knew you, even as a friend! Not to mention I still have no idea—"

 

Again, you're cut off when she crashes her mouth to yours, somehow even more urgent and powerful than the first time. You have no time to close your mouth before her long, eager tongue invades again, this time exploring the entirety of your mouth while her bely continues to rub against your waist. She even gets the chance to play with your tongue a moment before you push her away again.

 

"What's with you?" You back up onto the bed, escaping her depraved grinding and slipping out from between her forehooves. She hops up onto the bed and saunters forward, eyeing you like prey.

 

"Come now, it's rude to reject a lady's advances so. Just think of all the fun we could have." She licks her lips again.

 

"Okay, honestly, it's pretty hot, but don't you think this is a little fast?" Flipping onto your stomach, you ready yourself to leap off the bed and start running. Just as you spring into action, however, you're covered in a blue glow and thrown against the pillows at the head of the bed. Before you even have the chance to get up, and incredible pressure rams into your chest and holds you in place, stealing your breath.

 

"Are you serious?" you cry, trying to get back up.

 

You notice that it's not magic that's holding you down, but instead Rarity's massive tail. She hasn't bothered to constrict your arms or legs; all she's doing is pushing down on your chest to the point you can't escape. Grunting, you grab at her tail, but the fibers slip through your grasp like air. You keep grabbing at it, but never get ahold of anything solid. You cry out in frustration as the pressure increases, making you squirm underneath Rarity's impeccable tail strength.

 

Rarity chuckles, looking back at you from her position of superiority over your body. "That's quite enough resistance, darling. I'm only trying to have some fun. I promise, you'll enjoy it too. More than you think."

 

Tail still holding you in place, her rear begins its descent onto your crotch, her bountiful ass lowering toward your most sensitive area. You grasp at it, trying to slow or stop her, but she merely giggles at your attempts, cooing when you grab her flanks.

 

"My, my, is that any way to touch a lady? I did not think you'd be so eager so soon!"

 

Her rear finally supplants itself on your member, pressing into it through your pants. Even with your clothes still on, it feels heavenly. You try to suppress a gasp, but can't control yourself when she starts gyrating her hips in small circles.

 

"I wouldn't want to start anything until you're ready, my strapping stallion. Let me prepare you first."

 

Your member quickly hardens to full length under Rarity's ass, her soft coat and precise motions proving far too much for your resistance. Your annoyance building, you go back to her tail, trying to force it off your chest however you can. All attempts prove pointless, though, and her tail in fact begins to spread. It's almost like water, flowing across your chest, slipping under your shirt both at the neck and waist, curling around your arms and fondling them. It still allows you full freedom of movement except for your chest, but trying to grab the hairs and pull them off is like trying to pick up water with a fork.

 

Her movements against your shaft start sapping both your resistance and strength. She continues relentlessly, maintaining a perfect rhythm and pressure, demanding more and more of your attention.

 

"While I'm getting you ready, why don't I explain your situation? I did say I would, and a mare of my stature would never go back on her word." She clears her throat before continuing. "Excuse me. Now, you're asleep, in a dream. I entered your dream because I need a find specimen such as yourself in my endeavors. You live in Canterlot Castle and know both princesses, which puts you in a prime position." Your manhood gets harder than its ever been before, responding to the constant motions of Rarity's rear. She puts a hoof to her chin, thinking to herself as she rocks back and forth over your crotch. "As formidable as this new form has made me, those two still pose a considerable threat." You let out a pant, unable to contain your reaction to the plump, plentiful ass on you. "If I have you to help me remove them, then my victory is more certainly assured." A drop of pre leaks out as your member begs to be released from your pants to not only extend but feel the true touch of Rarity's rear.

 

"Will you help me? I do hope I'm not asking too much."

 

You open your mouth to rebuke her, but portion of her tail stuffs itself into your unsuspecting mouth before you have the chance. All you can manage now are mumbles.

 

"Sorry, dear, I didn't catch that. Did you say yes?"

 

You narrow your eyes at her and reach for the part of her tail muting you, but just like before, it evades every attempt at seizing it. You slam your fists into the bed in frustration.

 

"Are you ready yet? Let me see..."

 

Your clothes disappear in an instant, teleported off by Rarity's magic. Her tail spreads further, covering your entire upper body below your neck, massaging and fondling your skin, yet still not restraining you further. The nimble hairs assault your brain with a cavalcade of sensations, all of them soothing yet sexual. You eyes flutter a moment before you shake yourself back to awareness, trying to maintain whatever willpower you have left.

 

With your pants removed, however, your erection receives the full brunt of Rarity's attack. Your eyes bulge at the pleasure hammering your member, her gyrations burying the tender rump full into your crotch.

 

You let out a moan, finding yourself thrusting your hips upward into that wonderful rear.

 

"Darling, you're acting so very lewd! I think you might be ready for me very soon, yes? And do not worry, in your dreams, I know exactly what you desire."

 

You mumble into her tail, your defiance lost to incoherence. Her motions continue with the same agonizing speed and push as they did before, but feel tenfold as blissful with no clothing in the way. Each rotation of her ass elicits another thrust of your hips as you feel the burning of orgasm fast approaching. Pre drips from your tip, smeared across that delectable rear as it continues to grind on you.

 

You cry out, ready to release, but Rarity quickly removes herself from your crotch, chuckling at your pitiful reaction. Grabbing at her flank, you try to pull her back down on you, but her rear is far too high for you now. You struggle against tail holding you down, but it's power holds you in place without falter.

 

"Calm down, darling. I have something much better planned."

 

Mouth hanging open, you gape at Rarity, wondering what could possibly be more wonderful than what you just received.

 

"Now, if there is one thing I liked about my old body, it is... this!"

 

A second tail grows out of Rarity, this one just below her first. This one is much more familiar. The squiggly and bouncy violet fibers you remembered coil outward, reflecting a fine silk shine as they descend. The second tail grows to its original length, hovering just inches above your member, teasing you.

 

Rarity tests it out, bobbing her flanks up and down a few times, watching the tail bounce with its usual springiness before grinning. "Wonderful. Now, you might wonder why I enjoy this tail so much." She turns to you, her eyes and grin turned wanton. "See, the way it's curved, it makes the perfect prison for something long and stiff, say," The tail descends to your member, "an erection. And further more, it starts out so open that it's not directly stimulating or holding said object, but rather teasing what is to come, slowly tightening until it finally seizes its prey and milks it for all its worth." The loops of her tail take your throbbing erection in, but do not yet tighten or even touch it, as much as you may beg for it.

 

"I do hope you don't erupt before it has the chance to show you true bliss."

 

You lift your head, face red and sweaty, to stare at the looming tail, wanting only for it to take hold of you and show you pleasure. You reach for it, hoping to force it onto your member, but Rarity's second tail chooses at this moment to restrain you fully.

 

"No cheating, dear. That would spoil the fun."

 

Dropping your head back onto the bed, you pant, eyes red and teary in anticipation. The caresses of Rarity's second tail have never stopped, and now they've enveloped your testes as well, threatening to throw you over the edge before you can experience her second tail. The portion of Rarity's tail in your mouth removes itself before assaulting your neck, simulating kisses and licks, trying harder to send you over the edge. You close your eyes and concentrate, focusing all thoughts on holding out, devoting yourself to defense.

 

A tickle, almost like an errant wind, shoots up your shaft and shakes your body; that must have been a stray hair. Sweat pours down your face even heavier than before and you blink a few times before regaining what is left of your composure. Only seconds later another tickle blasts your body, breaking your concentration again. Rarity, sensing this, quickens the motions of her first tail, almost making you come then and there. The rogue hairs feel like several hands fondling and massaging your balls, not to mention the hundreds of sensual touches on your chest, neck, back, and arms.

 

But you hold.

 

Finally, something more than a tickle graces your shaft: a light stroke, less like an errant hair and more like a finger prodding at your raging erection. You gasp, a grin spreading on your face, though you banish the smile in order to maintain your concentration. The touch comes again, followed by two, then three, as if her second tail is testing its victim before striking. Squinting you eyes shut, you wince, an orgasm begging to come free. It takes every inch of your willpower to hang on.

 

Your reward comes gradually. You first feel the distinct coils of Rarity's second tail caressing your member, touching it so lightly you'd doubt they were there. As the loops tighten, though, you find yourself holding your breath, adrenaline coursing through your veins as the touches from her first tail intensify, seeking to rob you in this critical moment sucking at your body like a giant mouth, but your goal is in sight.

 

Suddently, your shaft is undulated in coils, the second tail springing it's trap of ecstasy and delivering its promised rapture. The tail seizes your entire manhood all at once, pumping it and sending pressure down it in ripples. With its movements being so slow and subtle for so long, it's almost as if it's releasing it's own anticipation on you, seeking to drive you mad with pleasure instantly. Your thrust upward into the tail, releasing your breath in fulfillment, a yell roaring for your mouth.

 

The orgasm rips through your body, shooting lightning up and down your shaft and arching your back. Thick strands of cum soil the eager, still-pumping tail. Almost as if swallowing it, the tail absorbs your semen, wanting only more as it milks you further, drawing shot after shot of seed from you with its expert motions. Even after you've given it everything, it holds you firmly, awaiting its next chance to drain you.

 

You flop back onto the bed like a fish, limbs going slack as you frantically breathe in precious air. It takes a minute for your mind to even return to cognizance, eyes blinking as you remember where you are. Still dazed, you sit up, finding your legs bound under Rarity's belly, her forelegs lying over your thighs as she licks your member clean of any remaining seed.

 

Seeing you up, lust returns to her eyes as she smiles at you. "Did you enjoy yourself? I'd hate it if you left unsatisfied."

 

"N-no, no, I was—" You lean forward, eyeing her suspiciously. "You were joking about that whole thing with the princesses, right? You don't really need me to spy on them."

 

She clicks here tongue, shaking her head. "I was not joking. I'm Nightmare Rarity now, and I need your help. I'm afraid I cannot let you leave until I have it."

 

Quicker than you can respond, she leaps upward, pinning your back onto the bed with her forehooves, standing over you once again. You reach up to throw her off, but your hands are bound with magic, and your legs tied up in her tail, a tail quickly growing to envelop your privates again.

 

You smirk at Rarity. "There's a flaw in your plan, though. I'm going to wake up soon. I'll just enjoy myself a little longer, then wake up a very happy man and tell the princesses all about your plan."

 

"Oh, what a silly little human you are." She leans into your face, so close you can smell her sweet breath, though now it's tainted with your scent as well. "Time doesn't work like that here. I control everything." Her tail coils around your member again, pumping it to hardness in seconds. "And I'm going to take as long as I need to change your mind." Scowling, you lunge at her, trying to shake her off, but her magic and tail are too strong. You feel the pleasure of her workings start to cloud your thoughts again.

 

Her next sentence comes out mocking and seductive. "Don't worry, darling. The experience will be nothing but pleasurable. You can take my word as a lady on that."