(COMPLETE) The Scent of Fear

>You are Nightmare Moon.
>Property of the Equestrian Empire.
>And you are being hunted.
>...
>You turn the corner, and galloping through the Palace gates, you find yourself in the garden.
>Standing at the top of the stairs, you gasp for air; desperately hoping to catch your breathe.
>You feel so… weak.
>You can’t muster any magic beyond that of an average pony.
>Then you hear it.
>Your ears perk up, and turn around.
>Hoofsteps- Footsteps, rapidly making their way down the hallway behind you.
>Continuing your escape, you flee toward the entrance of the maze.
>You feel the cold grass gently brush against your hooves; your normal hoof guards absent.
>The Beast took those.
>…
>You enter the maze, and make an immediate right turn.
>...
>As you run, you quickly realize the mistake you made.
>You don’t know how to solve this maze, you just... ran into it.
>You don’t even know where it leads to, or if it leads to the outside of the castle at all.
>…
>You make a left.
>…
>You begin to panic.
>Of course this maze doesn’t lead to the outside.
>Why would it?
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>You make another right.
>...
>This can’t be happening.
>Think Nightmare, Think!
>You can’t let this happen!
>You’re you the Empress!
>You need to escape!
>The rebellion needs you!
>…
>You make a left.
>…
>You realize that this particular pathway is very long.
>Luckily, it allows you to break into a full gallop, and very quickly, you…
>Reach a dead end.
>…
>No.
>This can’t be happening.
>Slowly, you turn around.
>...
>It dawns on you just how quite your surroundings are.
>All you can hear is your breathe, and the wind gently ruffle the leaves on the top of the surrounding walls.
>Your senses begin to heighten.
>He should be chasing you.
>You know it.
>You heard him.
>He entered this maze behind you.
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>You don’t want to move.
>You reach up with your hoof, and gently brush the bell tied around your neck.
>The human forces you to wear it…
>He forces all the prisoners to wear them.
>You can’t so much as take a step without the bell making noise.
>Like livestock...
>...
>Your breathing quickens.
>You don’t know what to do.
>Maybe he gave up.
>Maybe he left.
>…
>Maybe he’s waiting outside the maze for you to leave.
>Maybe there is no exit at all.
>Maybe he’s just toying with-
>”Hello my little pet.”
>You look up, and see the Beast making his way toward you.
>Immediately, you look both ways, as if some magical exit would simply appear beside you.
>It doesn’t.
“Don’t- don’t come any closer!”
>You point your horn toward him.
”I’m warning you!”
>He lets out a hearty laugh.
>”Isn’t that cute? A little pony thinking it can stand against it’s master."
>He continues his advance.
>”Maybe I should just kill you here, and have the chefs cook you up for dinner tonight.”
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>Your voice becomes weak.
“W-What do you mean?”
>”Come my little pet, do you honestly think that I eat grass?”
>He shakes his head ever so slightly.
>”No, no, no, my little pony. You see, you are here to serve my every desire….”
>A smile appears on his mouth, displaying his canine teeth for all to see.
>For you to see.
>”And sometimes, I desire flesh for my plate.”
“N-NO! Don’t come any closer!”
>You fire a bolt of magic at him, but it simply disappears upon impact.
>In shear panic, you fire one again, and again.
>Nothing happens.
>He continues to advance.
>”Do you remember the lunch you served me in my chambers earlier?”
“NO! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!”
>”That was your sister Nightmare. I’ve eaten her already…”
>The strength in your voice disappears entirely.
“Wha-you- you aren’t serious- you can’t be serious…”
>”I liked the way she tasted. So tender and moist…”
>”I /do/ hope you taste the same.”
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>Before you can react, he closes the last few yards between you, and in a moment, you are tackled to the ground.
>You find yourself laying on your back; the Beast on top of you.
“No! Stop! Please Master I’m sorry"!”
>You desperately try to conjure a spell, but before you can, you feel the familiar emptiness of a magic suppressor on your horn.
>You try to flair your hooves, but to no avail; the troll is already laying against your chest.
“Please master… Have mercy… I-I’ve been a good slave…"
>You try to desperately plead for your life.
“I’ll do anything! I-I know where the rebels are! I know-"
>You stop, as you feel his teeth press against your unguarded neck.
>Frozen entirely, you close your eyes in fear, waiting for the fatal bite.
>Slowly, you feel the pressure increase, as his teeth begin to restrict your wind-pipe.
>You feel your blood traveling through your veins, pulling with each beat of your heart.
>Yet no skin has been broken.
>...
>A small eternity passes as you lay still.
>Both you and the Beast are frozen in this pose.
>Him on top of you; you below him.
>You are his game; his prey.
>His kill.
>You lay beneath him, completely at his mercy.
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>Yet in some strange way, it seems so familiar.
>How many times have you been in this exact position?
>Beneath him, with your body offered to him for his use; for his pleasure.
>…
>And it is in this very moment, you feel your arousal.
>You are ashamed of it.
>Even in the last moments of you’re life, his training still pervades your mind.
>You’ve become trained to offer yourself to him, and this is the cruel result.
>…
>You feel the pressure on your neck disappear.
>”I think I will give you one more chance to prove your worth to me.”
>Weakly, you nod.
>”Anything master… please… anything…”
>Suddenly, you feel him enter you.
>You gasp for air in surprise as you are stretched by his girth.
>”You’re pathetic. Even facing death, you still want me… need me…”
>He pulls out a few inches, before hilting himself again.
>A soft moan escapes your lips.
>You desperately, hopelessly try to avoid providing him further knowledge of your condition.
>…
>But all at the same time, he is all you can think about.
>His toned muscles, toned and prepared to hunt lesser ponies…
>So strong and defined...
>You feel his hand clutch your collar, squeezing your neck.
>Oh his hands…
>Almost like magic taken form…
>He thrust into you again, this time accompanied by the noise of your wetness slapping against his skin.
>His inheritance slapping against you gently.
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>You feel so used.
>You are his game; he is just playing with his food.
>Removing whatever dignity you had left.
>...
>His moans and grunts fill the air, followed by the increasingly vocal moans of your own.
>His sweat drops onto your coat.
>Oh Stars, he’s just so big!
>You feel so full, so… fulfilled.
>Like- like this is your purpose.
“Please master… more…”
>You look away as the words leave your mouth.
>Here you lay, leader of the rebellion, and you offer yourself to him like a cheap whorse…
>He thrust into you yet again, his muscular abdomen pressuring your tender underbelly.
>You’re so close.
>Just a little more...
>…
>No..
>This isn’t right.
>You- you’re better than this…
>…
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>In a final moment of desperation, you try to escape, pushing at him with your forehooves.
>Almost immediately, he forces himself against you again, his hand cutting of your air supply.
>You’re eyes begin to water from lack of breathe.
>He takes a few moments to gather himself, as his chest expands and deflates with each breathe of his own.
>”You were so close to saving yourself my little pony.”
>…
>He forces himself into your delicate entrance yet again.
>You convulse in response, but make no noise.
>”I’ll give you one last chance to prove you deserve to live, my dinner.”
>He brings his mouth next to your ear.
>”One last chance…”
>…
>Almost immediately, he lets go of your neck, and returns to pillaging your body.
>His force increases along with his pace.
>You struggle to regain your breathe, as your mind forces you to vocalize whatever moans you can.
>Both of your voices build.
>Predator and prey, both in their rightful places.
>You feel his girth begin to spasm, and you contract yourself around him.
>Saving every single drop the Beast has to offer, each a token of his victory.
>In the same moment, you find ecstasy.
>Yet no noise leaves your mouth, less you anger him any further.
>…
>A few, gentle moments pass.
>Both of you heaving for air, his body completely collapsed onto your own.
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>Then, it’s over.
>You dissolve yourself into your ethereal state, before appearing on top of the Beast.
>You gently turn him over, and place your chest against his own.
”That was excellent our troll.”
>He smiles, and reaches for the magic limiter ring now on the ground, placing it around his finger.
>”Yes it was Nightmare.”
>He runs his fingers through your mane gently.
>”You do manage to play the role of an average mare ever so well.”
>You nod.
”We said we would provide for our troll, and provide we have.”
>He smiles, before leaning forward, supporting himself with his arms.
>"Let’s let back to the Castle. I’d rather not keep our new prisoner’s hopes alive too long.”
>You nod in return, and stand on your hooves, teleporting your Regalia back to their proper positions.
”Very Well our Champion, we will be watching."
“Do put on a good show…”
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>You are Nightmare Moon.
>Empress of the Equestrian Empire.
>And you are watching the hunt.
>…
>You sit on the balcony overlooking the Castle Gardens, with a glass of wine to your right.
>Any moment now, the show will-
>...
>There she is.
>You look down with a smile as a light blue unicorn mare runs out of your Castle, and stands at the entrance to your maze.
>Just as you expected.
>She looks over her shoulder, causing the bell on her neck bell to ring ever so softly.
>You take a sip of wine.
>She honestly thinks she has a chance.
>But you know better.
>She is standing where you stood only hours ago.
>This time however, it is different.
>You can smell it in the air.
>The scent of fear.