Author: Sneaky
Unrevised. Contains: Domination, semi-consensual sex, impregnation, cutesy non-clop pregancy

>You are Anon
>and right now, you’re naked and afraid™
>No, but really, you’re cold as fuck right now.
>You just spent the last few hours wandering naked through a forest.
>You have no fucking clue where you are, only that it’s nighttime and you think you keep hearing screaming
>It sounds like little girls. Which is kind of scary, to be honest
>Almost all of the scary movies you’ve ever watched have starred a possessed little girl running around scaring people.
>Luckily, you’ve taken refuge in what seems to be an abandoned castle.

>You sit atop what appears to be an altar.
>Behind you is some kind of shrine. If you were to take a guess, it looks like some misguided attempt at a model of the solar system.
>You’re not sure what the little gem symbols etched into them are, though.
>A breeze comes in through one of the many open windows in the castle. You hug yourself and shiver.
>At least the stone under your butt has warmed up.
>”Ahh, the Elements of Harmony… It seems I’ve gotten to them first…”
>You snap to. You look towards the source of the voice, only to see what looks like a blue, sparkling mist floating around.
>You stare in stunned silence as the cloud takes the form of a large, dark horse. With wings. And a horn. And armor. And apparently talks and has magic.
>Probably the strangest part, though, is that she hasn’t seen you yet.
>She approaches the shrine, coming close to one of the rocks—or elements, you guess. That’s what she called them, right?
>”And to think, these are what sealed me away for so long… These artifacts, with so much potential power…”
>Her horn glows, and an aura surrounds one of the ‘elements.’ It floats into the air next to the talking armor horse.
>”...and so easily destroyed.”
>You jump up and point a finger
“HOLY SHIT A TALKING HORSE!”
>She eeps, letting the rock drop. The stone hits the ground with a loud -clack!-
>She sees you, and the two of you freeze.
>”Who are you?! What are you doing here?!”
“I… uh…”
>Your brain seizes up. Adrenaline courses through your veins.
>A primal instinct kicks in, forcing you to make the decision.
>Fight, or flight.
>Fight, or flight?
>Fight
>You let out a war cry and charge the horse, fists flailing wildly.
>Immediately a beam of light shoots out of the horse’s horn and hits you directly in the chest.
>You’re blown back by the force, landing on the ground in a crumpled heap as you struggle to regain your breath.
>You can’t breathe
>oh god this feels like the time you fell off the swingset when you were four
>The horse calmly trots toward you, eying you curiously.
>Panic!
>Flight!
>Your first instinct is to jump to your feet, but seeing as how you have no supply of oxygen going to your blood, you attempt to crawl away
>Crawl for your life!
>You feel something grab hold of your foot. It tingles a bit.
>You’re dragged backwards by an unbeatable force.
>You, however, don’t give up.
>The sickening sound of nails on stone echoes around the near-empty castle. You open your mouth to scream, “Nooooooooo!” but only end up wheezing and gasping some more.
>”Calm yourself, strange creature. I only wish to inspect you.”
>You stop flailing, but not because she told you to. You’re waiting until you can regain your breath before you spring your final attack.
>You lie on your stomach, playing dead as she looks down at you.
>”Hmm, you are a rather strange specimen… You barely have any fur on you.”
>Something cold presses against your back. You think it’s her hoof, but you’re not sure.
>Hooves are warm, aren’t they? Or maybe she’s wearing some kind of horse shoes.
>You suddenly feel something warm on your back. You hear some sniffing, and realize that it’s her breath.
>She’s smelling you.
>...You suppose that’s actually not so weird, considering she’s a horse.
>You get goosebumps as her nose makes its way up your spine. Her muzzle digs into your hair, and she takes a long inhale.
>”Mm…” she hums, “you smell earthy, like a stallion. It has been a long time since I have seen a stallion…”
>If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that sounded sexual.
>But you know better. Horses aren’t for sexual.
>She moves from your hair down your spine again, making sure to press her snout into your back muscles. When she comes to your lower back, you feel a tingle run up your spine.
>...and a little bit in your dick.
>”A sturdy frame… Quite defined, as well.”
>Okay, this is getting a little weird.
>You hear the clatter of metal hitting the ground. You peek one of your eyes open, and see one of her horse shoes lying next to your head.
>...at least that’s what you assume it is. You think you saw her wearing it.
>You nearly blow your cover when one of her hooves touches your butt.
>”A rather firm, supple—cease your clenching, creature.”
>You stop clenching your ass cheeks, and allow her to continue poking your butt.
>You don’t like this
>You’re starting to get hard
>you definitely don’t like this.
>You may as well get up now, right?
>She seems to know that you’re awake
>this means that your cover is blown already, so you can try attacking her now.
>But you won’t have the element of surprise on your side anymore, and from what you’ve seen, this is a pretty powerful magic horse.
>Maybe if you—
>You’re interrupted from your thoughts by the feeling of this horse jabbing her nose into your perineum, followed by a loud inhale.
“Woah, woah, woah!” you say, scrambling to your feet. “I-I’m not comfortable with you doing that!”
>”But the smell of musk is rather strong down there,” she says, now looking at you a bit differently. Her cheeks have gone from night blue to red, and her tail flicks from side to side.
“Yeaaahh, but I’m not so sure I’m comfortable being molested by a horse.”
>She smirks, showing her jagged teeth.
>”Really? A part of you seems to betray your true feelings in the matter…”
>You look down, and see that little Anon has decided to perk up for this event.
>Your cheeks heat up, and you attempt to hide your arousal with your hands.
“Th-that’s because you stuck your nose into my prostate, you perv!”
>Despite your protests, the horse inches forward, eyes fixated on your growing member.
>You dick! How could you betray me like this?
“So, if you don’t mind, I really have to get going—”
>”You have no choice in the matter.”
>There’s a rush of air and the flapping of wings. You attempt to run, but are knocked down from behind.
>The mare lands on you, and after pinning you down to the floor, releases just enough pressure to flip you onto your back. Your dick is now almost at full size.
>oh gawd
>You’re being raped
>By a giant, magical talking horse nonetheless
>She licks her lips greedily, eyeing your throbbing member as if it were a prize.
“Please don’t use teeth.”
>She grins evilly
>”Ahh, it has been so long since I’ve felt the touch of a stallion, his meaty cock filling me up from the inside… Aside from taking over Equestria, this will be the greatest twenty seconds in over a thousand years!”
>wat
>She gives your penis a lick from bottom to top with her long, broad tongue, but you don’t respond.
>Your mind is stuck on three words.
“What did you say?”
>She doesn’t respond, now lining up her pink slit with your rod.
“Did you just say ‘greatest twenty seconds’?”
>The head of your cock begins to slide into her winking lips.
“YOU BITCH!”
>A haymaker is delivered straight to the side of her face
>She reels back, momentarily blindsided by your falcon punch
>You take this chance to sidesweep her onto her back
>Looks like those jiu jitsu classes are coming in handy
“Twenty seconds?! That’s child’s play!”
>You rear back for another punch, but she manages to clip you with a hoof before you do so.
>”I will make you see stars, foolish knave!” she shouts, sending another punch into your eye.
>You elect to head butt her, your wounded pride forcing you to fight through the pain is your head hits her metal helmet.
>The helmet snaps in two and falls off of her head. However, your forehead is now bleeding, and despite how mad you are that made you really dizzy.
>She manages to roll you back over.
>Her horn charges up with magical energy. “You dare strike the Princess of the Night?! I shall teach you never to challenge the power of Nightmare Moon!”
>She thrusts her sharp horn directly towards your face. You manage to dodge it at the last moment, but unfortunately end up sacrificing your shoulder.
>You feel powerful magic rush into your body from her horn. You scream in agony, the electrifying current causing your body to spasm.
>”You’ll pay the price for your lack of obedience,” she cackles.
>She thinks she has you
>She thinks she’s won
>You grab her horn with both hands
>Her pupils suddenly shrink in size
>The jolts of electricity become much weaker
>”OH! Stars, I-I’m sensitive!”
>You take this chance to pull her horn out of your shoulder
>She starts to moan, but you karate chop it short
“HI-YAH!”
>You kick her straight in the babymaker, and then again in the stomach
>The force sends her flying off of you, blood flying from her nose as she careens through the air and hits the ground
>...Didn’t you chop her in the neck?
>She lies on her side, dazed for the moment
>You seize the opportunity and hop on her back.
>She suddenly snaps to
>”What are you doing?! Get off of me!”
>She stands to her full height, a good five feet off the ground
>She immediately begins bucking like a wild bronco
>You hang onto her barrel for dear life
>At some point, you realize that her mane is tangible. You grab a lock of hair in each hand and pull, using them as improvised reins
>”Augh! What is—what are—keep doing that…”
“You don’t tell me what to do! -I’m- the boss, and I’m doing this because -I- want to!”
>You sit on her back and dig your heels into her sides.
“Giddy up!”
>She simply falls onto her stomach, her legs splayed out in all directions.
>This is your chance
>you grab the base of her tail and yank upwards.
>The scent of fresh arousal fills your nostrils.
>The realization that this is a horse briefly enters your train of thought, but you pay it no mind
>You need to teach this horse a lesson
>Nobody insults your manhood.
”Who’s your master, you filthy animal?”
>You slap the moon painted on her ass, satisfaction flowing through your body as you watch it jiggle
>”You are, creature!” she shouts. “You’re my master!”
“My name is Anonymous. To you, I am Master Anonymous, or Master for short. Is that clear?”
>You slap her again, harder this time. A red handprint forms over the crescent moon.
>She howls, but gives no response. You slap her again.
“Do I make myself clear?!”
>”Yes! Yes, Master Anonymous!”
>You hike her tail up even higher. She’s making all sorts of noises now
>You lean in close to her ear, your hand still on her tail, and whisper,
“I am going to fuck you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’ll plow you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. I’m going to pound you so hard and fast that every morning, when you wake up and feel your sore, stretched out pussy, you’ll think of me. When you’re pregnant with my kids, you’ll think about how I fucked you senseless and filled you so full with my seed… and you’ll remember the lesson I taught you.”
>You accentuate each word with a yank on her tail
“Never. Insult. Master. Anonymous. Do you understand?”
>Her only response is to start shaking and release a torrent of fluids from her backside. As she does this, her mouth opens wide, and she releases a silent scream.
>She collapses on the floor, tongue lolled out. You shake your head.
“We’re not done here, you stupid animal. Not ‘til I’m through.”
>You get on your knees and position yourself behind her. Her pink slit winks furiously, her inner walls still tightening up from her orgasm.
>You grab your dick, and stick the tip into her entrance. She immediately perks up, whinnying excitedly and tapping her hooves on the cold cobblestone floor.
>You give one last victorious shout
“I’ll show you what twenty seconds is, you filthy horse!”
>and then you take the plunge.
>Twenty seconds comes and goes, and you’re still pumping in and out of her. Every thrust is fast and powerful; you bury your dick inside of her until your hips meet, then pull halfway out and force it back in. She rocks back and forth with the rhythm, giving adorable squeaks every time you hilt inside of her.
>Fifteen minutes in, and she has her third orgasm. It’s at this point that her shouts turn to whimpers, and she looks back at you pleadingly.
>”M-Master… I don’t—” a rather hard thrust interrupts her mid-sentence, “I d-don’t think I can—can take it anymore, M-Master…”
>You laugh
“Are you serious? You’re pathetic. I’m not even close.”
>Her whimpers increase in volume. “But, M-Master—”
“I said—ungh—you were being punished. Now shut up and—unf—take your punishment like the whore you are.”
>She says nothing more, but her cries and whimpers only grow in frequency and intensity as you go on.
>She slams down on the floor, cracking the cobblestone with her bare hoof. Pieces of her royal garment are put into her mouth and bitten in half, the sad remnants of her platinum armor littering the area around you.
>Something tells you that this should scare you, but you push it away. You’re in control here. She’s your plaything to do with as you please.
>You begin to feel the familiar tightening of her inner walls, the contractions she has as her body prepares for another orgasm. With how sensitive she is, she lasts only a few minutes this time.
>She takes one last look back at you. “Please… have mercy.”
>Your eyes run over her details. Starting from her moist, pink eyes, matted fur makes trails down her cheeks. She stifles her whimpers as she stares at you, grimacing every time you push yourself inside of her.
>Your hands move to the bases of her wings. You grab both of them, and use them as support to fuck her even harder.
>As soon as your hands touch her wings, you see it. Her cat-like pupils contract until they’re practically small, black lines. Her mouth hangs open, her pained moans cease. Her body trembles madly, and she clamps down on your dick to the point where you can barely move.
>She opens her mouth wide, and lets out her loudest scream yet. This one causes the ground to rumble, toppling over all sorts of antique items and causing splinter cracks to form in parts of the castle.
>You have to cover your ears to keep them from bursting. Through it all, she pushes backwards into you, trying to force you as deeply as possible into her tight folds.
>And then, it all stops. Her brain shuts down from the sensory overload, and she collapses.
>You sit there, still balls deep inside of her, shocked at the turn of events. You look around at all the destruction the two of you caused.
>You look at the limp mare you’ve been plowing for the past twenty minutes. Different spots on her face, as well as all her limbs, twitch at random.
>Suddenly, all that master-slave pretext is lost on you.
>You just fucked a girl into submission, and then raped her until she passed out. All because she said you wouldn’t last long.
“Well, fuck.”
>It takes another five minutes or so for you to finish. Your first stream of cum is deposited safely into her womb; after this, you pull out and splurt the rest of your load all over her backside.
>You find a comfy spot beside her, and wrap your arms around her midsection. Despite her being a tad bit bigger than you, you manage to spoon her.
>Two hooves move to rest atop your hands. You smile, and kiss the horse on the top of the head.

>You awake about ten minutes later to your little spoon shuffling around.
>You open your eyes to find the dark figure staring at you intently.
>Is she… mad? Excited? Aroused? You really can’t tell.
>”You… bested me,” she says in a flat tone that betrays no hint of emotion.
“Uh… Yeah.”
>”You dominated me, even with all my power and many millennia of wisdom.” Her jaw drops as the reality begins to hit her. “...and you lasted longer than twenty seconds.”
“Uh, huh,” you say, nodding your head. “That’s a good thing, right?”
>”I clearly underestimated you.” Her lips contort into a lopsided grin. “That… That was truly exceptional. By far my best rut ever! I have never once been made ‘the bitch’ before!”
>Her jaw drops again. “Are you… a sex god?”
>You’re about to offer a rebuttal, but then a smile begins to find its way onto your own face.
>You chuckle, scratching the back of your head.
“Heh, heh… I’d like to think so…”
>”With our combined powers, imagine what we can accomplish!” she exclaims excitedly. “Our conquests would not be limited only to Equestria! We could rule the world, you and I!”
>Somehow, even with all those sharp teeth and those snake-like eyes, she looks absolutely adorable.
>She’s a horse, tho
>Yeah, it’s a little late for that now.
>Her excitement is contagious. You smile.
“Yeah, that sounds pretty cool. I could definitely go for ruling the world.” You tilt your head. “What did you say your name was?”
>”I am Nightmare Moon, Princess of the Night, former and future ruler of Equestria!”
“Cool. I’m Anonymous.” You put a hand out. “Although, I think you already know that.”
>She blushes and averts her eyes from yours, choosing to look at your hand. She stares for a moment, and then places her hoof in your open palm.
>”Yes. A pleasure to meet you, Mas—Anonymous.”
>You shake her hoof. She seems a little surprised by the foreign gesture, but shares a smile with you all the same.

>Suddenly, a door bursts open.
>”Ah hah! We’ve found you, Nightmare!”
>A purple unicorn, much smaller than the dark blue horse next to you, storms into the room, followed by a group of five other colorful horses with wings and horns and whatnot.
>”Step away from the Elements, before—before…” She sniffs the air, then notices the two of you still lying naked together in a pool of sex juices.
>She blushes. “I… Um…”
>The rest of the horses walk in, and all have similar reactions.
>Except for the pink one with curly hair
>”Woah! Nopony told me it was gonna be -this- kind of party!”
>”You will never defeat me!” Nightmare shouts, attempting to clamber to her hooves. She manages to get her ass all of halfway off the ground before collapsing.
>”I… ngh… Cursed legs! Help me, Anonymous!”
>You look back and forth between the scene before you and the horses watching.
“Uh… Round two, anyone?”

---

>You are Anon.
>You’ve been in Equestria for four months now.
>As it turns out, Nightmare Moon was actually some girl named Luna who had a jealousy problem and got locked up in the moon for a thousand years for attempting to shroud the world in eternal night.
>Which didn’t make sense to you, until you found out that this world is flat.
>Oh, yeah, and you’re not in Kansas anymore.
>Anyway, this was all explained to you after Applejack tied you up with some rope.
>not before you stuck your dick in Pinkie Pie’s pink, though.
>your way of subduing ponies only works if you’re fighting them one at a time, apparently.
>Princess Celestia, who you met a few minutes after the fact, honored you as a national hero for helping save her younger sister from the mind control of the dark spirit that possessed her, even if you did so by unconventional means.
>That last part was left out of the history books, however.

>According to Twilight, Celestia, Luna, and pretty much everyone else who’s smart, you’re stuck here in Equestria for the rest of your natural days.
>You don’t really mind. You’ve made good friends with Luna, and all the girls have helped you get adjusted to life in ponyland
>You’ve managed to meet a lot of ponies both in Ponyville and here in Canterlot, where you opted to live since Luna’s here.
>You don’t live in the castle, of course. You have your own cottage on the outskirts of the city.
>Aside from the staff and princesses, most of the ponies who hang around the castle are too… high-class for your tastes.
>Only a small percentage of them are rude, but that’s not why you decided not to live there. It’s just that your idea of fun differs quite wildly from most of theirs.
>You’d rather be out setting things on fire with Luna and the guards instead of sipping tea and talking about the latest gossip. There are some nobles that you like to keep in touch with though, just because they’re pretty cool.

>You hear a knocking at your door. You peel your eyes away from the book you’re reading and stare at the door for a few moments.
>You don’t want to move, but if you just tell whoever’s there to ‘come in,’ you might be inviting a Faust’s Witness into your home.
>You groan, dragging yourself out of your chair.
>You look through the peephole to find your little friend Luna at your doorstep.
>You open the door with a smile.
“Luna, poona. What’s up?”
>The first thing you notice about her is that she’s acting a little… fidgety. She rubs her foreleg, a tell-tale sign that she’s nervous, and only barely manages to keep eye contact with you.
>”Hello, Anon. May we—I mean, may I come in?”
>You shrug and take a step aside for her.
“I’m surprised you even asked. You teleport into my living room all the time anyways.”
>She nods and makes her way inside. “Yes, well, I’m trying to be a little more -careful- now.”
>You raise an eyebrow curiously.
“Uh, huh. Well, make yourself at home, as usual. I just want to finish up my chapter and then we can go do whatever you wa—”
>”Anon.”
>Her tone of voice stops you.
“Yeah?”
>”Could I ask something of you?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. Fire away.”
>You stand there for a moment, looking down at the pony whose mouth just keeps opening and closing like a dying fish.
>She lets out a nervous chuckle. “Could we sit down somewhere?”
>You’re not sure if she meant the both of you, or if she just lapsed back into her ‘ye olde’ speech. Nevertheless, you gesture towards the couch.
>You sit at the edge and she sits in the middle. It takes about a minute of fidgeting, playing with her hooves, and blushing, but she finally blurts it out.
>”Anon, we are inept in the understandings of today’s customs, so we will be straightforward: wilt thou takest us to the showings?”
>Wow. You didn’t understand a word she just said.
>You try to follow what she said out loud.
“Will… ‘thou’ is ‘you…’ Will you take me to the…”
>”Showings.”
“Movies.”
>”Yes, the plays.”
“You want me to—”
>You stop for a moment.
“Wait, you mean like a date?”
>She nods feverishly, her face now having gone from blue to crimson.
“You—I—Wow.”
>”D-D-Do not feel obligated to accept just because we are friends! I promise that this will not in any way affect the relationship we have built—”
“No no no, it’s nothing like that, I promise. I was just a little taken off-guard.”
>You smile, and begin scratching her behind the ear.
>She seems to brighten up at this.
>”So, you accept?” she asks hopefully.
“Yeah! Totally! You’re a cute pony, and we already know each other so well. Why the hell not?”
>”Well, you often say that you are ‘not into ponies…’”
>You boop her nose
“Come on. I went waaaay past that already. I’m sure you remember…”
>The blush returns to her face full force again.
>”Speaking of which…”
>Aw, damn, something else now?
>She sighs. “Well, I suppose I will just let you see for yourself…”
>She hops off the couch and prevents you with a side view of her body.
“Okay…”
>She gulps, her eyes shut tight in fear.
>You squint your eyes, trying to find what’s so radically different about her.
>Her belly hangs a little bit lower than when you first met her, and she’s seemed to have gained some weight around the hips as well.
>You started noticing her starting fill out about a month ago, but didn’t want to say anything for fear of setting her off.
>You recall the time you stole her ice cream and ate it in front of her. Hell hath no fury like an angry Luna…
“I’ll be honest, not sure what I’m supposed to be looking at here…”
>”Thou madest good on thy promise to us.”
>You begin to ponder this statement.
>After a few moments of head scratching, you come to a conclusion.
“Luna, I’ll be honest, I can’t understand a thing you say when you go all archaic like that. What promise? And by us, do you mean the both of us, or—”
>She interrupts. “Anon.” She takes a deep breath, and then chooses her next words carefully.
>”You knocked me up.”
“Oh.”
>You stare at her for a moment
“Wait, what?”
>”I found out this morning,” she says, bringing a hoof up to her belly. “I haven’t had sex with anypony since the two of us…”
>She needs say no more
“Are you sure? I mean, I know you’ve been putting on a little weight, but—”
>Her eyes suddenly widen
>”I’ve been putting on weight?!”
>facepalm.png
“Just in all the right spots—gah why did I say that?!”
>You see the barest hint of a smile.
>”I see.”
“Ahem—Moving on. This may sound like a stupid question, but are you sure you’re pregnant? I didn’t actually think humans and ponies could do that…”
>She nods. ”I’m positive. And unless something happened that I am unaware of, Faust forbid, it is yours.”
>You sink back in your couch a bit, just letting yourself take in all the information. Meanwhile, Luna hops up next to you again.
>”Are you… distressed?” she asks, taking on a tone of concern.
“It’s… a lot to take in,” you admit.
>Suddenly, a thought pops into your head.
“Is this why you asked me out just now?”
>She looks appalled.
>”No, Anon, of course not! I asked you before I mentioned the pregnancy because I didn’t want want to make you feel obligated.” She blushes. “I’ve had these feelings for awhile now, to be quite honest.”
“Why now, then? Why both in the same day?”
>She sighs. “I know this does not look good on my end, but please believe me when I say that I would not want to pressure you into anything. I have been working up the courage to ask you for weeks, but then this popped up and I had to ask to make sure you wouldn’t do anything drastic…”
“Like…?”
>”Like propose to me because you impregnated me.” She looks down at the couch. “If we are to be together, I want this to be because you want to do this, not because you feel an obligation to.”
>You give yourself a moment to contemplate this.
“I guess that makes sense. I mean, I’m still a little shocked, but…” You look down at the little belly bump. “May I…?”
>Her face seems to brighten up a bit. “You are the father. You do as you please.”
>You place your hand on her belly. You run your hand through her soft coat, feeling the warmth radiating off of her.
>It’s been a long time since you’ve felt her like this…
“Is it a boy or a girl? And is it, like, a mix of us? Or is it just a pony or something? Because I don’t know how magic works, but—”
>”I still don’t know yet. I just found out this morning.” She giggles. “You sure seem eager to know.”
“Well, duh. I helped make this.” You move your hand around her belly a little bit longer, fascinated by the life within. “Wow.”
>She takes a tentative scoot closer to you. When you remain fixated on her baby bump, she takes another scoot, this time pressing up against your side.
>”It kicks sometimes,” she says, trying to subtly rest her head on your shoulder.
>You take notice, and wrap an arm around her. It feels a little weird considering you’ve been friends for so long, but you pull her into you nonetheless.
>It feels… nice. You’ve had thoughts about this kind of thing with Luna before, but you never really took them too seriously.
>Luna hums contentedly, leaning her whole body against yours. Feeling a little closer, you hold her tighter, eliciting a sigh.
>Neither of you break the silence, not wanting to ruin the moment. For the second time, you fall asleep while embracing the Princess of the Night.