mlp twilight luna double sft

Twilight padded through the hall nervously, grateful for the carpets lining this wing of the castle. The clack-clack of her hooves on the granite floor would’ve woken somebody, and that simply wouldn’t do. She had to investigate this for herself. Yes. That was the only reason she was sneaking through Celestia’s castle in the dead of night, her heart thumping against her chest, breaths coming in quick gasps, a strange (but not unpleasant) electric tingling coursing from her brain, down her legs, to her tail. Because she had to investigate this for herself. She rounded a corner, the moon a silvery-white disk rising behind a huge stained-glass window, sending a kaleidoscope of colors across the floor. It was beautiful.

It took her a few minutes to wind her way through the castle. She’d come at Princess Celestia’s request, of course; she had needed some help with a bit of research, and would Twilight mind terribly coming to the castle right away. But the dreams had been coming for weeks before that, and every night it was the same dream. She was standing alone in a black void, staring straight up at the moon. And then the moon blinked, and looked back at her. She would wake up sweating, whether from fear or something else, she could never tell.

That same dream had come the day before she left for the castle, the night she spend on the road, and it had come tonight as well, the day she arrived at the castle only to find that the Princess had already solved the problem. It was a two-day trip from Ponyville to Canterlot, and the sun was already starting to sink behind the mountains in the west, so Celestia had offered her a room for the night, which she graciously accepted. And she had woken up, dripping with sweat; but this time something was different. It was like the echo of a whisper in her mind. She could hear it, but she couldn’t understand it. Nor could she understand why it was pulling her towards the west wing of the palace.

She didn’t know how she knew, but she knew the right door when she saw it. She’d never been down this part of the palace before. It was a large, wooden door, unadorned and plain, standing in sharp contrast to Celestia’s penchant for gilt and filigree, but masterfully cut, shaped, and fitted. She reached out tentatively with a hoof, tapping it against the door once, twice, thrice. No response. Again, she knocked. Still nothing. She needed to know.

She opened the door, the hinges gliding open without a single creak. The room was washed with pale moonlight. She could hear a soft moaning and shallow breathing coming from across the room, from a figure reclining on a divan pressed against the wall. Twilight stepped forward surreptitiously, her hooves brushing against the granite floor. “Hello?”

The breathing and the moaning stopped. A heartbeat that felt like an eternity passed.

“Who dares to interrupt Princess Luna’s—ah—meditation?” Twilight’s eyes widened in fear. Luna seemed nice enough beneath her royal bluster and pomp, but she questioned how nice she would be with an intruder in her bedroom, interrupting her meditation.

“I-it’s Twilight, your highness. Twilight Sparkle? Uh, hah, I, uh, I guess I must’ve taken a, uh, wrong turn. I-I’m sorry, I’ll leave.” She started to back out of the room, fumbling for apologies.

“Wait.”

Had Princess Luna said that, Twilight would have panicked at that word and sprinted for the door, taking her chances with being chased by both the Princess and her guard, than stay there and face the music. But it wasn’t Princess Luna who had said it. It was just Luna. Twilight stopped in her tracks, words frozen in her throat.

“How did you know how to find this place?”
“I didn’t. I just kept walking till I got here.”

Luna was quiet for a time.

“Have you been having dreams, Twilight? Strange dreams?”
“Yes, your highness.”
“Then I feel I must apologize.”
“Why should you? They’re just dreams.”

Luna sighed sadly, rolling off the divan and walking behind Twilight, sliding the door shut with a hoof. She stretched out a wing over Twilight, guiding her further into the room. She lay back down on the divan, and Twilight lay on the floor.

“Twilight, we— I was imprisoned in the moon for a millennium, and before, during, and after that time, I was a prisoner inside my own mind, trapped and powerless while Nightmare Moon wrought havoc in the land I loved.” She touched a hoof to her chest, tracing the outline of the pendant she once wore. “Then, when I am finally released, I find that things have changed, and I find myself a stranger in my own home, mistrusted by my sister and my subjects.”  Her eyes began to glisten with tears, and her voice began to waver, betraying the sadness, and perhaps the anger, beneath. “And then I find that the only role those subjects can accept me in is as a bogeyman for mothers to threaten their unruly colts and fillies with. These last few centuries have not been terribly easy.” She looked at Twilight, an occasional tear streaking down her face. “You saved me from Nightmare Moon. You trusted me. You tried to help me find a place here. I-it may not be proper to say this, but Twilight, I’ve—I think I love you.”

Twilight sat there for a moment, quiet. Luna licked her lips, and then sighed again, laying her head across her hooves resignedly. “I suppose I should have known. Celestia always did get what she wanted. And what I wanted.” She shuffled slowly off the divan and began to walk away, toward a window.

“I don’t love Celestia.”

Luna stopped.

“And I’m happy to report, Princess”, Twilight continued, standing up and walking towards Luna, a genuine smile on her face, “that I am currently stallion-free (and mare-free).” She stood next to Luna, watching the moon through the window. Then she turned towards the Princess, lifted up her head, and kissed her on the cheek. “And I’m flattered.” Luna stretched out her wing over Twilight, pulling her in close, pressed against her body.

Twilight padded through the hall nervously, grateful for the carpets lining this wing of the castle. The clack-clack of her hooves on the granite floor would’ve woken somebody, and that simply wouldn’t do. She had to investigate this for herself. Yes. That was the only reason she was sneaking through Celestia’s castle in the dead of night, her heart thumping against her chest, breaths coming in quick gasps, a strange (but not unpleasant) electric tingling coursing from her brain, down her legs, to her tail. Because she had to investigate this for herself. She rounded a corner, the moon a silvery-white disk rising behind a huge stained-glass window, sending a kaleidoscope of colors across the floor. It was beautiful.

It took her a few minutes to wind her way through the castle. She’d come at Princess Celestia’s request, of course; she had needed some help with a bit of research, and would Twilight mind terribly coming to the castle right away. But the dreams had been coming for weeks before that, and every night it was the same dream. She was standing alone in a black void, staring straight up at the moon. And then the moon blinked, and looked back at her. She would wake up sweating, whether from fear or something else, she could never tell.

That same dream had come the day before she left for the castle, the night she spend on the road, and it had come tonight as well, the day she arrived at the castle only to find that the Princess had already solved the problem. It was a two-day trip from Ponyville to Canterlot, and the sun was already starting to sink behind the mountains in the west, so Celestia had offered her a room for the night, which she graciously accepted. And she had woken up, dripping with sweat; but this time something was different. It was like the echo of a whisper in her mind. She could hear it, but she couldn’t understand it. Nor could she understand why it was pulling her towards the west wing of the palace.

She didn’t know how she knew, but she knew the right door when she saw it. She’d never been down this part of the palace before. It was a large, wooden door, unadorned and plain, standing in sharp contrast to Celestia’s penchant for gilt and filigree, but masterfully cut, shaped, and fitted. She reached out tentatively with a hoof, tapping it against the door once, twice, thrice. No response. Again, she knocked. Still nothing. She needed to know.

She opened the door, the hinges gliding open without a single creak. The room was washed with pale moonlight. She could hear a soft moaning and shallow breathing coming from across the room, from a figure reclining on a divan pressed against the wall. Twilight stepped forward surreptitiously, her hooves brushing against the granite floor. “Hello?”

The moaning and the breathing grew louder. Twilight felt herself inexplicably drawn further into the room.

“Hello, my loyal student.” Twilight’s blood turned to ice at that voice. That wasn’t Luna. That was Nightmare Moon. She whirled around at the sound of the door slamming shut, chains bursting across it. She tried ramming it, and when that failed, she tried blasting it down. Nightmare Moon continued lounging on the divan, making no effort to hide the fact that she was pleasuring herself. “I’ve been around for a thousand years, little filly, you’re not getting away. So please, save your energy for trying to resist me. It’s so much more fun when they resist me.”

Twilight turned, the familiar tingling of magic surging through her body. She’d defeated Nightmare Moon once before. She could do it again.

“No you can’t.”

Confusion flashed through Twilight’s brain. Did she just..?

“Yes. I did. I’m inside your head, love. Only metaphorically for now, but soon, literally as well.”

Twilight backed up against the wall, still wary, still ready to cast a spell at a moment’s notice. But if Nightmare Moon really was inside her head, the odds of her winning were long indeed. It would explain the dreams, at least. But why hadn’t she been terrified by the dreams, if they’d come from the Queen of Nightmares?

“Because I’m still weak, love. The six of you did quite a number on me. I need followers. I need worshippers. And since you’re dear sister’s favorite, I figure I’ll start with you.”

Twilight cast a spell, the strongest destructive spell she knew. A small point of orange energy emanated from her horn, then shot towards Nightmare Moon. Twilight had seen that spell used to tear apart mountains and redirect rivers, but when it reached Nightmare Moon, it fizzled out into nothing, as though she’d cast Magic Missile. Nightmare Moon laughed, high and cruel. “You aren’t much without the Elements of Harmony, are you?”

Twilight grimaced, mind racing to think of a new spell, but she found herself wanting to laugh along. “No, Mistress.” Why had she said that?

“Because you know what you want, love.” In the blink of an eye, Nightmare Moon teleported from across the room, her face inches away from Twilight’s. Her inky mane began to swirl, and Twilight summoned up a light spell, a spell given to her by Celestia, given to her specifically should Nightmare Moon ever return. For a moment, fear flashed in Nightmare Moon’s eyes as she saw what Twilight intended to do; but then that fear was replaced with victory.

Twilight struggled to keep the spell, but the buzzing in her mind and in her most crotch was drowning out everything else. Part of Nightmare Moon’s mane had shot off from the rest, possessed with a malign intelligence, and was prodding around her most intimate parts. “That was a close one, wouldn’t you say, love?” Twilight growled her defiance, or she tried to. She hadn’t had sex in years, and the pleasure she was feeling was starting to overwhelm her. Her knees began to buckle, her ass involuntarily lifting up and her juices starting to flow. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Twilight nodded. “It’s going to feel even better in just a little bit, love.”

The tentacle slipped inside her, growing fatter, slithering its way inside Twilight, inside her womb, inside the place where she’d promised herself she would carry the child of the man she would fall in love with. She was terrified by how good it felt, by how badly her body wanted more. Her body got its wish. The tentacle despoiling her womanhood was soon accompanied by a brother, which wormed into her ass, seeming to undulate with her every motion. She opened her mouth to scream, partly from pain and fear, but partly from pleasure, but before she could, yet another tentacle slid into her mouth. It tasted like midnight air as it forced its way through her jaws and down her throat, making her gag and sputter for air as her eyes rolled back inside her head. Saliva and tears mixed as she fought to breathe, the little noises of her choking mingling with the lewd squish-squish of the tentacles at work inside her body. A cold, yet somehow warm at the same time, liquid began to fill her belly, stretching her out, making her bloat. Before long, her stomach was filled with the stuff, every movement bringing a sloshing noise from inside her. She sobbed desperately, terrified because she knew what was about to happen to her. She desperately tried to call out to Celestia, or remember a spell, or think of her friends, but the feeling was overwhelming. The voice in her head telling her that this was good, that this was what she wanted, that this was what she was meant for, was overwhelming. The tentacles squirming inside of her were overwhelming. The corrupted juices they pumped into her were overwhelming. One final tear rolled down her cheek, and she stopped being Twilight.

The tentacles retreated back to their owner, becoming just another swirling piece of her night-sky mane once more. The pony who was once Twilight relished the air, but she missed her Mistress’ tentacles filling up all her holes even more. “Mistress”, she whined, voice soft as a cool hand against a fevered brow, sweet as poisoned honey.

“Yes, I know, love. I still need to make you mine.” Nightmare Moon lifted her head with a hoof, raising her mouth towards her own, lips locking in a kiss. What felt like an ice cube slid down Twilight’s throat, dropping into her belly. It sent a chill throughout her entire body. Her flanks felt frozen solid. She looked down at her side. Behind the stars of her cutie mark, a full moon appeared, shining white. “Oh, thank you, Mistress!” Twilight cooed.

Nightmare Moon laughed again, strutting behind Twilight and pulling her into her body. “I own you now”, she hissed. She sat down on the divan, pulling Twilight into her lap. Tentacles of shadow shot out of her mane again, binding Twilight’s legs, yanking them apart brutally. She began to rub Twilight’s cunt with a hoof, biting her ear savagely and growling into it. “You will obey me. You will worship me. You will die for me. You will kill for me.”

She kept rubbing Twilight’s cunt, the cold steel of her hoof-guard cutting into Twilight’s sensitive nether flesh, branding the girl even more. She felt Twilight begin to orgasm beneath her, and the girl began to shout. “God, yes! Mistress, I swear I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you ask of me. Please don’t stop, Mistress!” Nightmare Moon’s face twisted into a grin, and she worked a simple spell to punish her, keeping her from orgasming.

“Did you just try to give me a command, slut? I give you commands. If you ever get that wrong again, I’ll kill you.”

“I’m sorry, Princess! I never meant to offend! Please let me come, Princess!”
“Who’s your Mistress?”
“You are!”

She let the spell die, and Twilight came, hard. All the corrupted fluid Nightmare Moon’s tentacles had impregnated her with leaked out, mixed with her own juices. It collected on the divan, pooling up until it spilled off the side and ran onto the floor. “You got my floor dirty, slut”, barked Nightmare Moon. “Clean it. Do a good job, and maybe next time I’ll grow a cock and fuck you with it. Or maybe I’ll just kill you.”