My Little Anon 12.5: Darkie's Proposition (Based on Sherm's)

>As the two crossed over to a new plane of empty sands that represented this particular section of Tartarus, Shermanon attempted to strike up a conversation with Darkie; he had become bored with walking around in silence, plus a question had been nagging at him. He had heard Nightmare refer to Shermanon as being perfect while she was thinking out loud and he wanted answers.
“So,”
>He started slowly so as to warm her up to the idea of being questioned
“When you said I was 'perfect,' what did you mean? Perfect for what?”
>She hesitated to answer
>But he kept pressuring her, rubbing a hand over his face to feel for any places he missed
“Does it have anything to do with the fact that I would potentially be able to get close to Celestia and Luna?”
>He asks
>She narrowed her eyes and gives a defeated sigh
>“I suppose there's no point in hiding it,” she says
>As she stood and approached him, Shermanon couldn’t help but feel intimidation.
>He takes note of this glint in her eyes, similar to that of Lyra's back in the day
>"In fact, you'll do just fine....you will lead me to those two and I will exact my revenge....yes you'll do perfectly..."
>Darkie ran her ethereal mane across Shermanon's cheek and he shuddered under her touch.
>Even if it felt as soft as silk, the situation Shermanon found himself in kept him from enjoying the feeling.
“W...what? What are you doing? What the hell is this!? Do we have to go over my no-rape policy again?”
>"My little human...I'm merely ensuring your cooperation."
>The same silky smooth ethereal mane became a trap as it began to wrap itself around Shermanon's mid section.
>Before he could struggle, his arms are pinned to his sides.
>"I'm sure you'll find my company to be greater than that of Celestia's or Luna's...."
>Her mane began to pull Shermanon closer to her. He still attempted to struggle, when Darkie's eyes were peering in to his from a foot away, he realized resistance was futile.
>It wasn’t until Darkie's tongue brushes against his neck, did Shermanon realize that his trials were far from over.
>Shermanon gasped in surprise when he felt Darkie's long, wet tongue travel from the base of his neck, to his lips.
>He tried to keep his mouth shut, but Darkie's mane proved to be quite the will breaker.
>Shermanon's mouth is opened by Darkie's mane, forcing him to experience his captor's lust.
>Darkie took note of Shermanon's disapproving gaze, which was met with aggression.
>"Such defiance... Does Celestia hold such an influence over you that you cannot imagine yourself with another?"
>Shermanon's silence did nothing more than fuel the dark fire growing ever so out of control right before his eyes.
>Darkie's forehoof met the side of Shermanon's face, and she gently ran it from his cheek to the middle of his chest.
>"Well, it seems I'll just have to break her hold over you....when I'm done with you Celestia will be a distant memory."
>Her words echoed throughout his Celestia-riddled mind.
>For a moment, the internal struggle within stopped. Celestia's work had been undone.
>Unfortunately for Shermanon, the new intake of information was too much for his damaged mind, causing him to freeze in place while he processed his new memories.
>When Nightmare's 'damage' has been done, she took this as an opportunity to do whatever it was she pleased.
>She started off by gently pushing him on to his back, then, like the cruel mistress she was, she'd undo the spell keeping Shermanon's mind clear, allowing the turmoil to re-envelop his mind for a second time.
>Suddenly, Shermanon's blank expression became clear. When he noticed the position he was in his mouth was agape with shock.
>Nightmare took this opportunity to quickly envelope Shermanon's form, her body acting as a sort of restraint.
>From her lower hooves came portions of her 'skin'. When they slid off her hooves, they seemed to come to life, in the form of snakes.
>They slithered around Shermanon's arms, legs, and torso. To him their weight kept his limbs in check. He was pinned to the ground.
>As she finished, she spoke
>"This is the first time in I've ever seen you so quiet, are you not ecstatic? You're about to become my personal servant."
>Shermanon didn’t acknowledge her question; instead he gave Nightmare a defiant glare, intent on proving to her that he wouldn't be so easily broken.
>Though the thought of having all of the information flood his mind again scared him beyond belief, he remembered that he was Anonymous. He does not show fear, he does not show remorse.
>"You know, your silence is only making this all the more enjoyable for me."
>Shermanon decided to take this as an opportunity to try to rebel against his captor.
>He opened his mouth to speak, but Nightmare predicted this. As his mouth opened she lowered her head.
>Her lips met his before a sound could be uttered; her tongue was quick to dominate Shermanon's mouth. Her tongue trailed along his teeth, taking extra care whenever her tongue met his canines.
>Something about the chance of being bitten, the feeling of something sharp against her exposed tongue fueled her passion, causing her to deepen the kiss.
>From Shermanon's point of view it felt as if Nightmare was trying to crush his skull in between her own, and the unforgiving Earth of Tartarus
>The building pain, and Nightmare's tongue, kept Shermaon's mind out of focus, he couldn't bit her tongue even if he wanted to.
>His eyes became the size of saucers when Nightmare's tongue began its decent down his throat.
>Nightmare had bypassed his uvula, such a task should be impossible, but then again Nightmare wasn't the average p0ny, she could do things others couldn't...for example, her keeping him pinned via her own skin.
>Shermaon couldn't breathe; her tongue seemed to block his esophagus, keeping Shermanon's lungs from receiving precious, precious oxygen.
>Shermanon is unable to fight back; he's forced to deal with the pressure building in his skull.
>Soon his lungs began to scream for air, for something to stop their suffering. Only when his eyes began to roll up in the back of his head did Nightmare allow Shermanon reprieve
>He gasped for air, taking in large gulps, even if Tartarus' air seems stale, even if he is breathing in the dead air of Tartarus, he'll take that over suffocation any day.
>Soon the pressure in his head left his senses. He looked upon Nightmare with malice in his stare
>She laughed at his expense
>"I cannot believe you fell for something so obvious, you really are a fool Shermanon, such a pity really. You have no idea the position that you are in, right now I can simply leave, to allow Tartarus an opportunity to absorb you in to itself. It hungers for you Anonymous..."
>Her words came out a whisper; Shermanon compared her voice to that of poison. He felt sick just listening to her voice at this moment.
>He completely understood his position yet he still remained defiant.
>Again, Nightmare laughs. She find Shermanon's defiance amusing, but when she realizes that she won't break Shermanon like this, she decides to try something a bit more drastic
>"While I find your refusal of my influence enjoyable, I must say its become quite boring. I'm sure there are many others willing to bend to my will in order to escape. I hear rumors of a priest, of a man made of metal, and many others. I can find other suitors. Farewell Shermanon, may your assimilation in to Tartarus be forever etched in to your rational mind."
>With this she does a 180 and proceedes to walk away, leaving her restraints upon him. Nightmare seemed intent on leaving Shermanon there to die.
>At first Shermanon scoffed, she'd helped him get this far, there would be no way she'd just leave him out here like this.
>Shermanon began to wait, he had patience, he knew she'd be back to release him in no time.
>Soon seconds became minutes, minutes became a couple of hours. At least that's how it felt to him. His will began to falter, he tried to struggle against his binds and again he fails.
>He begins to panic when he realizes Nightmare may of just really left him here, and that's when he feels is, the ground under his back began to shiver, slightly at first, but then it became frequent, as if a miniature earthquake was occurring right below.
>Then the pain came, as if hundreds of needles were being dug in to his back, tearing through his shirt with no problem. He began to growl in pain as the needle-like ground began to scrape deeper, and deeper in to his back.
>As the feeling of being dug in to become more pronounced, his body began to sink in to the earth.
>He was literally being eaten by Tartarus, when the earth began to really dig in to the meat of his back Shermanon could no longer hold back his cries of pain.
>When he felt the earth beneath him scrap along his spine he screamed, it was if the needles themselves jammed in to his skull, causing his pain to be felt ten fold
>This, was the worst hell he could possibly imagine, being driven insane by the pain while slowly being consumed by the very land he sentence himself too.
>his fear began to overcome his pain causing him to shout
"NIIIIIIIIIGHTMARE!!!!!!"
>His voice rang out, echoing throughout the barren wasteland the two had walked through.
>The ground began to consume Shermanon at a faster rate, almost as if it was feeding upon his desperation.
>His screams began ragged when the feeling of the ground began to scrape further in to his body; his rib cage could feel the metallic 'needles as they scraped along.
>"Nightmare, please!"
>He couldn't take it anymore; anything, anything at all to stop this pain. But still Nightmare never came.
>His hopes began to falter as the ground seemed to meet his eyes; over half of his body had been consumed for over an hour.
>For an hour he experienced the feeling of being eaten, his screams had died to soft whimpers when his throat became too dry to carry his voice.
>He felt tired, he felt incredible pain, he felt defeated, thirsty, and his hope had all but flickered out.
>Being mind fucked by Celestia would be a paradise compared to this moment.
>It was at this moment, Nightmare Moon came trotting back to Shermanon, he could see her form and a smile crept upon his lips, his savior had returned to him.
>Nightmare returned his smile, her fangs glinting in the light of Tartarus.
>"It appears as though you've had time to reconsider?"
>Shermanon could barely croak out the word 'yes.'
>"Good, now just submit yourself to me, and I will free you from this misery."
>Shermanon tried to speak, but the pain racked his mind.
>"You must say, 'Nightmare Moon, I hereby surrender to you, in both body and mind, I will you all that is me.' If you do not comply I'm afraid I cannot help you."
>Shermanon tried to form the sentence in his mind, when he did he tried to speak, but the earth absorbing him wouldn't allow it. He was only able to groan, that is until one sharp twinge of pain helped him focus for a moment.
>"Nightmare Moon....I...I surrender to your will...in both body and mind, I will...you all that is me..."
>"Thank you for completing the contract servant, now I shall release you from your torment..."
>As his vision began to darken he noticed Nightmare's horn begin to glow. When she placed it upon him he felt a numbing sensation that consumed his entire being.
>Slowly he was pulled from Tartarus' grasp; when Tartarus had finally released him she stopped using her magic upon him.
>She lacked the proper power in order to release him on her own. She had been forced to use his own spirit to free him.
>Had he not of completed the contract with Nightmare Moon his adventures would have ended right there, right then.
>Even with Shermanon finally free, he was too exhausted to offer any sort of resistance. His being couldn't handle any real sort of labor, even his breathing had slowed.
>It was as if his physical form was running at its minimum, Nightmare wouldn't allow this. Again her horn began to glow, she placed her horn upon his forehead this time, and she used her magic in order to divert Shermanon's body functions to allow him to become alert.
>It sacrificed the feeling from the elbows down, and from the knees down.
>"Full control of your body shall return in time Shermanon; for now I need you at full attention. I have to ask you, how do you feel Shermanon? Answer me."
>Shermanon, even though he had willed himself to Nightmare Moon, tried to rebel. He felt compelled to answer Nightmare though, his body betrayed him and he spoke the truth for his master.
"I...I feel...like something's inside of me...using my body in order to exist..."
>Nightmare's smile grew wide at Shermanon's honesty. Perfect; he felt her influence to the very core. She was in, she had her means of escape, now all she had to do was seal the deal, the next part of her little ritual would not only ensure his complete obedience, but it'll allow her the satisfaction of knowing no other mare would catch his eye again.
>If she wanted Shermanon, she'd take him in his entirety.
>Soon Shermanon could feel a sort of cold blanket cover his mind, and soon the positive thoughts he held for Pinkie, the ones he held for Rainbow Dash, became lost to him.
>It was at this point Nightmare Moon undid the binding that held him to the ground.
>When she undid his bindings he tried to sit up, it was a labor being unable to use his limbs to their fullest, but he managed it. When he did he shuffled his body to face Nightmare's.
>From here the roles of superiority were reversed, this time she dwarfed him. He could feel the difference in height and it intimidated him to say the least. At this point Nightmare had dug herself in, she clung to his soul like a hungry parasite, and for the moment she could have completely crushed his spirit and assumed control, but she wished for a servant, not a vassal for which to return, that will come in time.
>Nightmare was a patient mare after all; she knew that if she had patience the pieces would fall in to place as they did upon the day of her return. This time, there were no Elements of Harmony to stop her; this time, she had won.
>This caused her a great deal of joy, this fool would be perfect; with her inside of him and with his mind in such turmoil he'd be able to exact her revenge for her, she would have to do nothing more than will him the ability to do so.
>"So Shermanon, what do you think of me now? I am your savior after all..."
>At this point Shermanon's body had recovered, Nightmare's influence saw to that. He stood, looking her in the eye, though unlike a few hours prior, he held no defiance.
>He spoke
"I still believe you look like a brontosaurus, your eyes are still too large and you're still oddly proportioned."
>Nightmare's brow twisted in anger, how dare he speak that way about her! Was he really this foolish? She used her influence over his body to force him to kneel before her. She then began to apply pressure to his joints using her will alone, this caused him great pain.
>His face contorted in pain before he shouted.
"You didn't let me finish!"
>Suddenly, as soon as the pain began, it stopped; Shermanon breathed a sigh of relief at the sudden sensation of no pain. When he was able to speak again he did so.
"It's....it's your imperfections that make you truly beautiful....Celestia couldn't hope to compare to you, Nightmare....you far surpass her..."
>Nightmare gives Shermanon a warm smile upon the ending of his little bit of compliments.
>She then held a forehoof before his face, when he felt it run along his cheek he looked upon her hoof.
>"That was lovely my little servant, I am a forgiving master to those that know their place, in fact I shall forgive you if you do one thing for me."
"And what would that be...Master?"
>Nightmare nearly squeed at his mention of her as master, this was going perfectly. She had him!
>"I want you to clean my hoof, with your tongue."
>Shermanon’s eyes filled with disgust as he looked in to her eyes. She could feel his discomfort over the idea of servicing her in such a way.
>This pleased her greatly, even if he wanted to refuse he couldn’t. She wouldn’t allow him a moment to feel freedom, not before she got exactly what she wanted from Shermanon, it wasn’t enough that he allowed her to fully possess him; she wanted to know that he was truly nothing more than a toy to her now.
>Shermanon’s eyes grew wide as he took Nightmare’s hoof in his hands, he gently tilted the bottom of her hoof towards his face before slowly, deliberately ran his tongue upon the entire length of the bottom of her hoof.
>He couldn’t believe he was doing this, to do something so degrading, his distress only caused to make Nightmare smile, before laughing at his misfortune yet again.
>”I do not believe you realize just how helpless you really are Shermanon. Without me, you are nothing special, without my intervention you would have became nothing at all. At least willing yourself over to me gave you purpose.”
>Shermanon stopped his licking in order to retort, but he couldn’t speak out against her, his body, his mind wouldn’t allow it. That was when he realized his mistake; his decision had cost him his freedom. He was able to live, but in return he could no longer be free, his friends, his old life, he would be unable to get that back.
>Nightmare made it apparent that he is nothing more than a servant, someone to carry out the will of others. His memories fall upon his time while fighting within the circuit; just like with his old manager, he had no choice but to keep going, to keep pushing himself further, and Celestia’s influence paid no heed to his distress.
>It was good pay, he earned himself and his manager quite a lump sum of bits, but one mistake and Shermanon was left to die within an old shed, betrayed by his previous affiliates. Shermanon, with his mind in a clearer state than it typically was, came to the realization that if he so happened to fail, Nightmare would be sure that his punishment would be worse than what he got with his old business partners.
>It was this feeling of true helplessness, this feeling of hope fading completely, it broke him. All of his stress, his mind fucks, his injuries, his trials, his labors, and he’s done in by his own decisions. In the end, he broke himself.
>Nightmare noticed a particular glint leave Shermanon’s eye, as if his spirit had truly been broken by her malicious words. He had given himself to her, she had watched his mind’s descent, and he felt that he no longer deserved to return to his friends.
>His selfish actions came with consequences after all; eternal servitude is a long trek of time.
>Her laughter echoes throughout the empty plain of existence, nothing answers her victory other than a gust of wind, its movements could be heard within the ever flat, desolate distance. The two were truly here alone, only Tartarus itself to keep them company.
>It was here Nightmare Moon decided to take Shermanon’s body, his spirit belonged to her already, she wanted to make sure he knew, that he was hers, and that no other p0ny will be allowed to take him in such a way.
>It was at this time, Shermanon went back to licking Nightmare Moon’s outstretched hoof. Unlike before, he happily cleaned his master’s hoof; it had become contaminated with the filth of Tartarus, and he wouldn’t allow his master to continue to dirty her hooves along the soil of the dead.
>His newfound enthusiasm took Nightmare Moon by surprise, in fact, she could say that his tongue almost felt… good?
>She shook her head furiously at the concept, his tongue was too small, and it took him too long to properly do his job, yet the way he ran his tongue in long strokes, the way he made sure that he didn’t miss a spot, made something stir from within her.
>When he felt that he was finished with all four of her hooves, he stopped and looked up at her, a smile on his features.
“Did I do well…Master?”
>Nightmare smiled down at him, pleased at his obedience.
>”I’m as kind as I am forgiving Shermanon. For your obedience, and for a job well done, I shall allow you to use my name.”
>This seemed like heaven to Shermanon’s ears, as if both his birthday and Christmas fell upon the same day. His smile widened, he lowered his head, breaking himself from her gaze.
”You’re too kind my Mas….I mean Nightmare Moon. Shall I service you in another way?”
>”Such refinement! That must be from my influence, you’re too much of a foal to speak in a proper tone alone.”
“You are right Nightmare Moon, you’re always right. To go against your will, is to go against God herself…”
>Now this brought a light blush to Nightmare’s cheeks, this was something that came from her servant’s own will rather than hers being implemented upon him.
>”Such flattery, do you truly believe your words alone will win me over? Nonsense, anyone can speak, it takes a real po…. man of action to be able to back those words. Servant, if someone were to go against me, if someone were to call me out as an unfit ruler, what would you do?”
>Without hesitating he looked in to her eyes, his own eyes reflecting two black pools of burning hatred. He spoke with a calm anger to Nightmare; to her, it was like looking in to the calm eye of a storm that raged within.
“If anyone goes against you, I swear I’ll make their travel to the other side slow and painful, so that in death they will always remember why it is they have passed on. I will even put their souls through perpetual torment for uttering such heresy.”
>Music to Nightmare’s ears; he had fallen in line so easily that it was almost unbelievable. This only made her shake with anticipation at what’s to come.
>”Servant... I must say you possess a silver tongue, who’d you have to cut it out of?”
“Oh please, Nightmare Moon, you give me too much credit; I’m nothing more than a humble servant speaking the truth.”
>Nightmare could get used to this, it had been so long since anyp0ny had treated her in such high regard; to be given such respect, admittedly it was new, and she had already became addicted to the feeling it brought.
>She felt wanted.
>Servant… Shermanon, I must ask a question…”
>Shermanon’s eyes lit up when his master referred to him by his name, rather than by his title.
“What is it, Nightmare Moon?”
>”Do you love me, Shermanon?”
“Nightmare Moon?”
>”Answer me, Shermanon.”
“But Nightmare Moon, you’re asking such an obvious question, I had to ask again in order to make sure I had heard correctly.”
>Now this tone didn’t sit well with Nightmare Moon, she found it to be insolent; did she fail to take everything, every part of his Celestia-riddled mind? She opened her mouth to berate her servant but he spoke again, not realizing he interrupted her.
“I suppose if you want an answer I’ll give it to you.”
>She remained silent when he spoke this time around; he was going to listen to orders after all, a good servant indeed.
“Nightmare, you saved me from the river Styx, you’re trying to help me escape, you saved my life from being consumed by Tartarus twice, even if we went our separate ways after we escape, even if you use me as bait to escape on your own… I’d still love you, Nightmare Moon. I would have no life, I would have no purpose had I not of met you… I probably would have gone back to the way I was, had I escaped and left you… I’m also grateful for your kindness Nightmare.”
>And this was it, she had heard enough. She knew now, without a doubt, that she had him. He would make a great tool, something to be used against all who opposed her, a weapon… and a means of stress relief.
>”Shermanon, I wish for you to close your eyes...”
>Shermanon did so without hesitation, he would not dare go against his master; he wouldn’t allow himself to do so.
>He heard the soft clopping of hooves, her hooves as she shifted around in front of him; it seemed as if she had to reassure herself of a few things before she finally decided upon it. As she leaned in she spoke
>”I’m about to give you a great gift Shermanon, this is something only you will get to experience my servant, take joy in what I offer…”
>Her words came out in a sultry whisper, her breath tickled his lips as she finished her sentence, his breath quickened, his voice caught in his throat, soon his sensations were driven wild when Nightmare Moon’s warm, long, wet tongue invaded his mouth yet again.
>Unlike her previous attempt, Shermanon took in her presence enthusiastically, allowing her to taste the entirety of his mouth, he felt her run her tongue along his teeth, stopping particularly when they slid around his canines.
>And unlike before, when he didn’t share a true link with Nightmare Moon, this time he could feel her desire growing from within, and he shared in that desire. He knew just what she wanted him to do without speaking it.
>When her tongue continued its taste of his teeth, he waited for her to run her tongue along his canines again. When she did he bit down upon her tongue, the way he did it elicited a pained whine of pleasure from his master. She loved what he did, he had no idea she had a thing for sharp teeth prior to his joining.
>In fact, even though she had blocked off nearly half of his esophagus with her tongue, he had managed to fight back against her dominance; he began to heave a little as he wrestled her tongue with his. He then reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her closer to him in order to deepen the kiss.
>Nightmare Moon’s eyes opened wide at Shermanon’s boldness, his sheer audacity was enough to get her to moan in surprise. She felt that she should fight back; she felt that she needed to put him in his place, but even that began to melt away at the prospect of having such an enthusiastic lover… er… slave… yes, that’s it. A slave, a slave that’d always be there, to answer her every beck and call, someone who wouldn’t shun her, a –human- who would love and accept her.
>When Shermanon’s kiss began to lose its passion she snapped to attention, he had gone without proper air intake for much longer than she intended. She quickly broke the kiss so Shermanon could regain his breath.
>It had taken him quite a bit before he was able to speak again, and his words didn’t put her at ease.
“I’m… I’m so sorry Night… Nightmare… I couldn’t… keep up… forgive me.”
>She wouldn’t stand for this, how idiotic must her servant be to assume that not keeping himself alive was a part of his job description?! Before she began her line of insults she stopped herself…..she was dealing with Shermanon, even if she managed to overtake him and use his body, a part of him would still exist… and admittedly Shermanon wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box; in fact that was the sole reason why she wouldn’t consume him, she didn’t want to be force fed stupidity.
>”Shermanon… if I’m doing something that hurts you or jeopardizes you, say something. You cannot afford to be this idiotic; think before you act, or would you like me to leave you here again?”
>Shermanon’s face twisted in to pure horror; she had intended on punishing him to the highest extent for a single misbehavior.
>He realized he was playing at Expert Level while still being a fucking casual; the fucking dip shit that is Shermanon would blindly skip cut scenes in order to herp derp around, only to get his ass kicked at every boss. Let’s see… Shermanon got herped to fucking derp when he went against his manager, he derped-mc-shurpalerped where he should’ve herped and the Diamond Dogs had their way with him then, then he kept fucking derp lerp sherp herping around his god damn house and then bam shit got even fucking worse! LYRA, LYRA of all fucking p0nies beat him!
>God damn, when he used his mind he realized just how fucking stupid he had been, almost as if he had a fucking epiphany of sorts. Nightmare could see this epiphany due to their ‘arrangement’ and she couldn’t have been more surprised, he started to THINK, he started using his head. There is a god…
“You’re right Nightmare; you are absolutely right. I’m sorry for putting you through-“
>She interrupted him
>”And another thing; stop apologizing over every little thing. I do NOT over react to petty little mishaps; you do not have to apologize for this slight miscommunication!”
“S… sorr…”
>”Shermanon…”
“I mean I’m not sorry… yeah, that’s it. Though I still intend to fix the mistake I made. I wish to do this myself so as to not put you through un-needed labor. What kind of servant would I be if I didn’t properly please my master? If I made her exert herself for no reason, I wouldn’t be able to look myself in the mirror for failing such a… if I may say, alluring, mare such as you.”
>Nightmare’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened yet again, just what did she uncover in doing this? Is this a part of Shermanon that Celestia kept under wraps? Is this the true human potential, this… this will to live, this ability to adapt…? No wonder Shermanon was able to seem like such a willing servant, this is why he was capable of doing things no other pony could; because he wasn’t a pony at all, he was something greater than what she had been forced to deal with before.
>He could possibly adapt to any situation he came across if he put his mind to it. Celestia must have feared this human in order to do to him what she did; she feared his ability to overcome odds that were stacked against his favor. Celestia must have thought that if he remained free, without his leash, he’d steal all of Equestria out from under her.
>The fact that she now controlled such a potentially dangerous creature filled her with such glee. Something with the potential to adapt to become so… so… powerful… excited her.
>It was at that moment, Nightmare Moon dug herself deeper in to that which is Shermanon…
>She refused to let something like this out of her grasp. There was no way she would sacrifice such a treasure.
>It was at this point her thoughts finally focused upon her surroundings, rather than mulling over the possibilities that lay at hand. She felt a tickling sensation along her neck. She craned her neck to see that Shermanon had been trailing kisses while she was entranced by the thought of him giving her the ability to challenge the throne yet again.
>In a way the bonding had become mutually beneficial; Nightmare would give Shermanon the ability to make rash decisions, to think before he acts, and to take certain matters in to his own hands if need be, in order to benefit her of course. In being able to do all of this, he had completely submitted himself to Nightmare Moon, she was in control, and there was nothing he could do about it, and he accepted it… he even seemed to enjoy it.
>His bold actions supported her theory, and it wasn’t long before the sensation of Shermanon’s kisses made her lose focus, slowly descending into the growing waves of lust
>She did say that she’d take his body, and she meant it.
>She didn’t have to say anything; the way her body began to shiver when his lips brushed against her surprisingly soft coat was more than enough proof that she was enjoying his actions, and that she didn’t want him to stop.
>In fact, she refused to allow her servant the chance to one up her, she reluctantly pushed him away.
>”On your back and off with those ridiculous rags you call clothing.”
>Shermanon does as he is ordered, he lies upon the plains of Tartarus, this time of his own free will so to speak, and then removed all articles of clothing, leaving himself exposed to the elements within Tartarus.
>Nightmare didn’t know what the appendage of a human looked like; she didn’t even know what a stallion’s looked like. Her existence was met with isolation, fear, and hatred. She had no real experience to go off of other than the essence of the corrupted souls forced to reside within this landscape. All one had to do was open themselves to The Aether that lay within.
>When giving in to The Aether, one can see into the memories of those who have faded into oblivion. She had to admit that a good portion of Tartarus was made up of some disturbed creatures.
>She had to admit she was a bit skeptical as to how she would proceed; she hoped Shermanon would be unable to feel her hesitation. With a quick intake of air she began to approach Shermanon, stopping when she was standing right above him.
>She then lowered herself down, resting her mid section along Shermanon’s waist and crotch, while laying her head upon his chest. From this angle the two stared in to each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. Both knew what the other wanted, their bodies aching for it.
>They would deny themselves no longer. Nightmare took her position as master, opting to start things off at the pace she wanted. She began by trailing her tongue from his lips, down to the base of his neck. From here she would take her tongue and run it from his pectorals down to his waist, stopping right above his manhood.
>Oh no, he’s the servant, he’ll have his fun after she has hers, that’s how it works.
>Nightmare smiled when she heard Shermanon’s dissatisfied grunt
>”What’s wrong, my little servant? Are you frustrated? Good, how dare you think of your own pleasure above mine!”
>Before he can voice his retort she bites in to the meaty section between his neck and shoulder. She doesn’t bite him hard enough to do damage, but she bites hard enough so that four crimson trails began to slide from his shoulder, down to the earth below.
>Nightmare was quick to lap at the wounds she had created; she would not let Tartarus have a single drop of Shermanon’s blood. He belonged to Nightmare Moon, all of him, not to some hellish landscape. Shermanon gasped in pain and in pleasure as Nightmare began to service the wounds she’d made.
>”That ought to teach you not to be so selfish Shermanon.”
“Please forgive me master…”
>Nightmare smiled, showing off her now crimson stained canines, she spoke
>”I want you to service me, and should you fail to please me I will not allow you the sweet release you desire. I may be a nice and forgiving master, but there is only so much I’m willing to forgive…”
>Shermanon nodded, and allowed Nightmare to reposition herself right above Shermanon’s face. From this angle, he could see her mare parts vividly, despite her having a black coat. He could see the excitement as it flowed from her heated sex.
>He would not falter here. He positioned his hand so she could sit on her haunches upon them, and this allowed her to sit upon his face without providing too much pressure to suffocate him. She knew that cutting off his circulation would hamper his progress in pleasing her.
>Nightmare tried to take a moment to prepare herself, but squeaked out in shock when Shermanon initiated yet again. He started by taking a test taste of Nightmare’s marehood; in his eyes he was feasting upon the nectar of his god, his master, his mind was in all sorts of bliss. He happily began to taste his master yet again, this time running his tongue over an ever so hardening nub, when he did this Nightmare elicited a sharp yelp of pleasure.
>Due to their situation, Shermanon was able to not go in to this a bumbling idiot. Apparently, Nightmare had a few nights upon the moon where she’d have to… service her own body in order to relieve herself of the aching loneliness she felt. Shermanon couldn’t stand the thought of Nightmare being alone for so long, and he opted to pick up the pace; he was going to make sure she’d never forget just how much she meant to him. She was his savior, after all.
>Shermanon continues to use his tongue to tease her opening, occasionally going over her nub just so he could hear her squeak. At one point he’d decided to take her by surprise. He repositioned his hands so that he could balance her weight upon a single hand.
>After that he began to focus upon her nub with his teeth and tongue while he teased her opening with his free hand. Nightmare wasn’t expecting Shermanon to be so enthusiastic about all of this; it had gotten harder for her to be able to maintain a clear mind, the pressure was building, and building, the waves of pleasure kept coming. She wouldn’t be able to hold out as much as she’d liked; for her entire life she only had her hooves to pleasure herself, Shermanon’s tongue was an indescribable experience for her.
>It only took the better part of ten minutes before Nightmare started to grind her marehood against Shermanon’s face; the way his nose rubbed against her slit drove her insane, causing her to grind harder and faster than before. She was getting close to the breaking point; the pressure had reached a critical point and she couldn’t hold herself back anymore.
>When Shermanon’s nose rubbed against her nub one last time, she let out a scream of ecstasy before releasing, coating Shermanon’s face and neck with her mare juices. She had involuntarily bucked her hips upon Shermanon’s face as her orgasm came in waves. A millennia’s worth of pent up frustration and lust, released in such a glorious manner… and to a member of a different species no less.
>When she finally dismounted Shermanon’s face, she noted this grin he had upon his features; he was pleased at his ability to make his master feel such a pleasure. Even if he looked ridiculous covered in her juices, Nightmare couldn’t help but take pity upon her servant.
>”You’ve done well Shermanon… and I’m pleased. I shall take it upon myself to give you a little reward, but first… let’s clean you up. You’ve allowed yourself to become so filthy and I won’t stand for it...”
>As she drew closer to his face, Shermanon licked his lips, which caused Nightmare to reel back in surprise, a new shade of pink radiated upon her cheeks.
“Tastes fine to me.”
>This only caused Nightmare’s blush to deepen.
>”S……s…silence!”
>Shermanon opened his mouth to speak again, but judging by her reactions, and by her influence over his body, he stopped.
>”Good.”
>She started off by opening her mouth, allowing her tongue to roll out of her mouth; she took long deliberate licks along Shermanon’s exposed face, neck, and chest.  She would clean him of her juices; that was his reward. Occasionally her eyes would cast a glance upon Shermanon’s ever so hardening member, causing her to be distracted.
>She didn’t know that a human’s tool could grow to be such a size; it’d seemed so small before they had begun. She mentally slapped herself for underestimating Shermanon, she did the same thing to the Mane 6 and look where she ended up as a result… maybe Shermanon’s stupidity really has rubbed off on her.
“Do you see something you like, Nightmare Moon?”
>Nightmare Moon ignored his comment, believing action would silence the ever so talkative Shermanon. She wasted no time in taking his hardening member in to her mouth, sucking on it with such a force it caused Shermanon’s eyes to roll up in to the back of his head. He hadn’t felt such a sensation in so long; he had forgotten just how good something like this could feel.
>His master was actually servicing him!  And with such enthusiasm, whenever he’d grunt or groan in approval she’d get this particular smile, probably feeling that she could play Shermanon’s body like a pro without even trying.
>She began to bob her head upon his member, her throat muscles clenching around the tip as she took him down to the hilt. Every time she hilted him he felt himself growing closer to his own release. As the pressure began to build in his loins she stopped, as if sensing his climax.
>”If you release from such a low amount of stimulation then we’ll never do this again, I can guarantee it. I haven’t even begun the main course.”
>Shermanon was breathing heavily at this point, but upon the mention of the ‘main course’ his heart skipped a beat and his attention was dead set on Nightmare.
“J…just what do you intend to…to do?”
>Shermanon watched, his mouth agape, as Nightmare’s tongue slid out of her mouth, in a way her tongue was a sort of living entity in and of itself, it wrapped itself around the shaft of his manhood, slowly wrapping it up to the tip.
>From here she began to service him by wrapping her tongue around his member, squeezing down upon it every so often. She’d made sure that the tip of his member was exposed to the air, so that way, when she took him in to her mouth again, he’d feel everything.
>It didn’t take long for his climax to build again, this time with a force greater than before. Nightmare looked in to his eyes as she watched his endurance start to fade.
“N…Nightmare…I’m…”
>This only caused her to put everything she had in to her efforts. He was unable to do anything as his climax came, when he released Nightmare stopped pumping his member with her tongue, and instead buried his member in her mouth all the way to the hilt, greedily gulping his seed.
>Like with his blood, she wouldn’t allow a single bit of Shermanon’s seed to drip on to the undeserving ground below. The fact that Tartarus thought it would get its clutches upon this human was laughable. It couldn’t predict such a foreign entity; and with Nightmare with him, the two would be nigh unstoppable.
>When she finally gulped down the last of Shermanon’s climax, she took notice that her wings had become stiff… were they throbbing?
>She felt that her marehood was right back in its previous state, this time longing to be filled. She looked down upon Shermanon’s flaccid member before looking him in the eye. Her horn began to glow with a dark blue aura and Shermanon’s senses became distorted.
>Nightmare had performed a little spell in order to enhance Shermanon’s feeling and libido. Soon enough, all it took was a little stimulation to bring his erection back to its former hardened state.
>She wasted no time in positioning herself over his erect manhood; she used her magic in order to properly position himself right before her entrance. Before she impaled herself upon his rod, she spoke
>”I am the master, and you are my servant, your mind, your spirit…..your -body-… all of it is mine!”
>The way her marehood wrapped around his awaiting member could be compared to that of a vice grip; sure her juices provided some leeway, but the way she gripped him was uncomfortable to say the least. When Shermanon looked down to where the two were connected, a single trail of blood could be seen.
“N…Nightmare….?”
>”Silence…just…quiet…”
>The two of them stayed connected like this for a while; every so often Nightmare would try to move, only to wince in pain. She’d taken this way too fast, not giving herself enough time to ease into the feeling. Shermanon could see her displeasure; hell, in a way he could feel it, he was causing his master pain and that didn’t sit well with him.
“Master, I’m-”
>”What did I say about apologizing? I said I do not over react to every little thing…”
>With this she began to guide herself along his member, slowly, easing herself in to the feeling of being filled, at one point she swallowed him all the way to the hilt, the sensation sending a sort of spark throughout her body, causing her to shiver.
>Her heat, the way she wrapped around his member so snugly, the way she’d clench down whenever she rode him in just the right way, every little thing heightened Shermanon’s pleasure to new highs. When Nightmare became used to Shermanon’s manhood, the feeling of pain was soon replaced by the feeling of pleasure, just the sensation of being filled was enough to cause her loneliness to just disappear, she had become one with the only one she felt could suit her needs, and she was okay with this.
>Soon, she began to get bold with it; she’d slide herself up to where only the head of Shermanon’s member would be left inside, before slamming down, taking him to the hilt; the impact made a wet slap when the skin of the master and servant met. The new noise that came with Nightmare Moon’s ever-flowing marehood seemed to only drive the two to go further.
>This brought Shermanon over the edge; he couldn’t even form a proper sentence at this point, he had become focused on pleasing his master yet again, all else was irrelevant. The two went on like this for the better part of an hour, her dominance, her need to feel loved, her utter desire to see Shermanon’s face when he felt himself give in to his primal lust, all of this just built up inside of her and she could feel her second orgasm coming on.
>But she wouldn’t allow herself to finish alone. She doubled her efforts, riding Shermanon like never before; she’d alternate between grinding her hips along him, and bouncing upon his member. When Shermanon could no longer hold himself back, his hands shot out to Nightmare Moon’s flank. He took a tight grip upon them and began to slam her down upon his member while thrusting upward, burying himself inside of her as deep as he could.
>Nightmare’s hopes were dashed when she felt herself go over the edge, coating Shermanon’s crotch in her flowing mare juices. Unfortunately Shermanon wasn’t done; his lust kept pushing him forward, thrusting like a madman from beneath her.  Her overly sensitive marehood kept clamping down upon his member, and this kept causing him to thrust harder and harder from underneath until his climax finally came for a second time.
>He pumped Nightmare’s marehood with his seed, nearly emptying himself in the process. The sensation of being filled, the heat generated from within, gave Nightmare a deep sense of satisfaction. A goofy grin was plastered upon her panting face; her tongue had finally retracted back in to her mouth, and her eyes finally came in to focus.
>At this point Shermanon was spent; he had passed out shortly after his release. Nightmare Moon didn’t mind at this point though; she was barely able to stand, letting Shermanon’s member out of her with a wet plop.
>As she looked upon Shermanon’s sleeping form a smile crept upon her lips. She ran her tongue along his shaft, tasting a combination of both his juices, and hers.  She gently lowered her head to his ear and whispered
>”You’ll do just fine….my little slave….”
>Shermanon awoke with a start; his surroundings had changed drastically, now Tartarus appeared to be some sort of ocean, he noticed he was being carried along a very narrow point of sand in between two huge walls of ocean. Shermanon looked up to see that he couldn’t even view the tops of either side of the water. It took him a bit to realize that Darkie Hooves has been carrying him this entire time.
>The last thing he could recall before utter darkness has taken over was Darkie Hooves speaking about wanting to be loved. Maybe he’d been overexerting himself a bit too much. He tried to slide off of Darkie’s back, but to no avail; his body wasn’t having it.
>When he began to move, Darkie Hooves turned her head to face his.
>”I’m only doing this because your idiotic, useless form decided to pass out from exhaustion. Had I of left you there, Tartarus would have ate you alive. I can’t have you dying on me just yet; I still need you to help me escape from this place.”
>Shermanon smiled down at her
“Aw, you’re helping me after I hurt myself? Aren’t you just the sweetest? I hope I wasn’t out long?”
>”If you do not cut that tone with me I’ll toss you in to one of these walls of ocean and we’ll see how long you last.”
>Shermanon didn’t feel like taking any chances at this point, she was already carrying him as it is. He tried to move in order to walk on his own, but he was unable.
>”Considering we are the only two out here I’ve decided to take pity on you. You may gather your strength while upon my back, but when you’re able to walk do not expect this again. If you fall behind, I will leave you. Do you understand, Shermanon?”
>Shermanon nodded in response, which caused Darkie Hooves to smile.
>”Good.”
>She turned back to face forward, saying under her breath.
>”I wouldn’t want my little servant to die out here, now would I?”

>End.