“My, my, my, what do we have here?” Nightmare Moon asked, walking around the creature she had summoned. Living on the moon was quite lonely, and she had saved up enough magic over the centuries to summon herself up a plaything. Of course said plaything was a strange, monkey like creature.

“Ugh, where am I?” The creature groaned in a masculine voice, rubbing his head. He looked around for a few moments before his eyes locked onto Nightmare Moon. “Wh-what the hell?” he muttered.

“Welcome to my domain creature.” She reached down, being at least two feet taller than him, lifting his chin up.

“Umm hello,” he waved, clearly confused. “How are you… horse lady that I’m sincerely hoping is some sort of drug hallucination?”

“I assure you, I am quite real.” She turned his head to the side, inspecting him.

“Can I ask what you’re trying to do Miss..?” He guessed the one inspecting him was a she based on the voice and the rather impressive bust.

“I am Nightmare Moon but you may refer to me as ‘mistress’,” she informed him.

“Nightmare Moon huh,” he repeated with a nod. “That’s an interesting name. My name’s Lance Sloan, it’s nice to meet you.”

“That's mistress!” she barked, slapping him rather hard.

“Gah!” Lance cried, rubbing the cheek she had slapped. “Alright, alright, it’s nice to meet you, mistress,” he corrected, glaring at her slightly.

“Don’t you glare at me.” She kicked him onto his back, pressing a hoof down on his chest. “You are mine now do you understand?”

“C-crystal clear, mistress,” Lance wheezed, futilely trying to remove the hoof from his chest with both his arms. “I-it won’t happen again.”

“Good.” she removed her hoof, allowing him to stand up.

“Okay so… why am I here, mistress?” Lance asked, rubbing his chest. “This isn’t my home and I have no idea how I got here.”

“I brought you here. I was lonely and wanted a plaything.” She explained, looking him over again.

“Okay… and what do you mean by plaything?” he questioned, not sure he liked where this was going. She leaned down, dragging a forked tongue across his cheek. “Oh… I guess that kinda answers that question,” he said, blushing a bit as his eyes darted around, looking for a way out.

“You won’t find any help here, it’s just us on this miserable rock.” She chuckled, exposing her fangs.

“Really… you’re all alone here… mistress?” he hastily added, looking back at her and calming down.

“We’re on the moon, what do you think?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“...I’m on the moon… but how am I breathing, mistress?”

“My magic of course, I am the lunar alicorn.”

“An alicorn, mistress?” Lance repeated, scratching his head. “I’ve never heard of one of your kind, mistress.”

“And I have never seen a hairless monkey before,” she shot back.

“You’re not too far off with that actually, mistress.” Lance chuckled. “I’m a human, or Homo Sapien if you feel like getting fancy. My species is a member of the ape family. Our closest living relative is the chimpanzee.”

“You’re a human?” She raised her eyebrow. “I thought they were just myth.”

“Well mistress,” Lance started with a smile, “where I’m from, horses with horns on their head are just a myth too. So we’re both seeing living legends.”

“I am not a horse!” she growled at him, spreading her wings out.

“I-I’m sorry mistress,” Lance apologized. “I wasn’t trying to offend you, I swear.”

“You are male correct?” she asked, leering down at him.

“Yes mistress, I’m male,” he answered, squirming slightly under her hard gaze.

“Strip, now,” she ordered him. Lance tried to gulp down a lump in his throat, blushing from the request. He shakily complied, pulling his shirt over his head and exposing his upper body to her. He continued, creating a small pile of his clothes until he was naked before her.

She took in his form for a few moments before she burst out into a mocking laugh.

“What’s so funny, mistress?” Lance asked, feeling slightly ashamed. The mare’s laughter hurting him more than he thought it would.

“You call that a stallionhood?” she asked, bending over, poking his flaccid member.

“What’s wrong with it, mistress?” He asked, his face burning.

“It’s barely bigger than a foals!”

“Well, I mean, I’m not hard right now,” he offered. “It does get bigger, mistress.”

“We shall see.” Her horn glowed, covering it with her magic and stroking him.

“M-mistress,” he groaned, surprised by how good the magic felt running along his length. He quickly became erect, his member throbbing slightly with the increased blood flow. “H-how’s this, mistress?” he asked, hoping for her approval.

“Below average,” she commented, unimpressed.

“Oh…” he said, his face falling. “I guess I don’t compare in the size department with a member of your own species.”

“Now now.” she pat his head gently. “Many are not equipped to please me. I’ll just have to make some improvements.”

“You can do that, mistress?” Lance asked, a hopeful smile on his face. He didn’t know why her approval mattered so much to him at the moment.

“Yes I can.” she smiled back, stroking his cheek.

“Well then, please, go right ahead, mistress,” he said with a nod. “Make the changes that will please you.”

“Good boy~” she cooed, lifting him up into a deep kiss. Lance’s eyes widened, surprised by the tenderness of the action despite her domineering attitude up until that point. He returned the kiss, running a hand through her blue, billowing mane, marvelling at how it slipped through his fingers. His other hand rested on her cheek as he closed his eyes. She grinned, pouring a bit of her dark essence into him. He squirmed a bit, feeling it seep into his core.

“M-mistress, what was that?”

“Shh...” she looked into his eyes. “Let it flow through you... let it change you...”

“Okay, mistress.” He nodded, taking a deep breath as his body started to glow. He closed his eyes as he started to grow and transform, his skin taking on a faint inky black hue, his muscles becoming larger and more defined, and his member expanding tremendously. “Did it work?” Lance asked, staring into Nightmare Moon’s blue, slitted eyes.

“Oh yes, it did...” She licked her lips, setting him down. “Strip me, my pet.”

“Yes mistress,” he said, starting by pulling her helmet from her head. He continued to remove the rest of her armor, being careful not to brush against any sensitive part of her. He was ordered to strip her and nothing more. When she was fully nude, he stood before her, drinking her body in for a moment before locking eyes with her.

“My oh my, how did I stumble onto such an obedient pet?” she asked, petting his cheek.

“You were quite persuasive, mistress,” Lance replied. “Anyone would be just as obedient as I am if you wanted them to be.”

“I didn’t even have to use any magic.” she chuckled, taking in his new form.

“Does this new look please you, mistress?” he asked, turning in an attempt to put himself on display. “Or do you wish to make further improvements?”

“Hmm...” she rubbed her chin. “You’ve been a good boy so far. Do you have any fantasies I could fulfill?”

“You don’t have to worry about me, mistress,” Lance dismissed with a bow. “I am here for you, not the other way around. But I do wish to thank you for being such a kind mistress.”

“Are you rejecting my gift?” she asked, sounding rather offended.

“No mistress, nothing of the sort,” Lance clarified with a shake of his head. “I am just unworthy of such a kind gift.”

“I say what you are worth of? Do you understand?” she growled, narrowing her eyes.

“Of course, mistress,” he nodded, bowing again. “I am sorry for speaking out of place.”

“Now, answer my question.”

“Well… I have had one thing I’ve always wanted to try. I’ve always imagined tying a woman up a bit and uh… having sex with her,” he admitted, avoiding looking the mare in the eye.

“Not an unreasonable request.” She smiled, petting his head.

“Well… the fantasy also includes calling the woman a whore and other things like that,” he elaborated, blushing. “I don’t think it would be appropriate to address you in such a way, even for the sake of fulfilling a fantasy.”

“I see no reason to deny you your fantasy.” she grinned down at him. “Just remember who is in charge.”

“I truly am lucky to have a mistress like you.” Lance beamed. “And I could never forget who is in charge, you made that quite clear,” he continued, rubbing the spot on his chest where she had stepped on him.

She smiled, pleased with his behavior. She conjured up a rope tossing it to him.

“Thank you, mistress,” he said, stepping up to her. “Would you mind turning around for me?”

“Of course.” she turned around, giving him a nice view of her ass.

“I think I can officially say that you look good from every angle,” Lance commented, taking hold of her wrists and tying them behind her back while his eyes were glued to her ass. He took note of the tattoo-like markings of moons, getting a few ideas.

“Like what you see?” she asked, wiggling it for him.

“Like is quite the understatement,” he told her. “You’re absolutely flawless. From the color of your fur to those cat-like eyes of yours. I’m going to enjoy doing this with you.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere...” she smiled, licking her lips.

“I’m just saying what’s obviously true,” he said with a chuckle. “Could I have a couple more ropes, mistress?” She conjured him up a few more. “Thank you,” he said, tying her legs up as well. He then got an idea, starting to rub at the base of her wings gently.

“Oh...” she arched her back, biting her lip.

“It looks like this is a sensitive spot for you,” Lance commented, continuing his rubbing. “I’ll have to remember that when you order me to please you.”

“You keep that up...” she smiled, her wings starting to stiffen.

“That’s the response I was looking for,” he mused with a smile, running his hands along one of her wings. “I was thinking of tying these up as well, mistress. If you’re uncomfortable with that idea, tell me now and I’ll stop.”

“Go on already.” she rolled her eyes.

“Very well,” he said, tying her wings so that they were forced together and standing straight up from her back. He then forced her down so that her ass was sticking in the air for him, her legs spread so he could see her slit that had been hidden by her wavering tail until that point. “Better?”

“Much~” she smiled, looking back at him. “Oh, what are you going to do to me you barbaric human?”

“Isn’t it obvious you stupid alicorn?” Lance asked in a domineering tone, swatting her ass right on her moon marking and leaving a red mark. “I’ve got a tied up little whore with legs spread. I’m going to do whatever I want to you.”

“P-please don’t hurt me...” she whimpered, putting on an act for him.

“Oh please, you seem to like it well enough.” Lance smirked, running his finger along her slit to gather the little bit of moisture gathered there and showing it to her. “Look at that, all of this from just one swat on that plush rump of yours. What do you think would happen if I turned these black buns red?~” He whispered in her ear, groping the cheek he had slapped.

“Y-you can’t do this!” she protested. “T-the guards will get you...”

“I’ve already dealt with your guards,” he replied, nipping at her ear. “It’s just you and me now, with all the time in the world.” He punctuated that statement with a slap on her other cheek, hitting the crescent moon on it. She let out a loud moan, wiggling her ass a little. “Look at you, such a dirty little slut,” he teased. “You love it when I swat you on the ass, don’t you?” He slapped her again, watching the flesh jiggle for a moment after the impact.

“Y-yes...” she admitted, a swath of red growing across her face.

“Then say you want it,” he ordered, reaching down and kneading her ass with both hands. “Scream your desires to the heavens.”

“I want you to use me!” she shouted, struggling against the bindings.

“I knew you were just a little whore.” Lance laughed, getting in position behind her and rubbing his hardened length against her folds. “But a whore with a sexy body. So I will use you. I’ll use you until the only thing on your mind will be the feeling of my cock inside you,” he growled, thrusting inside her roughly.

“Yes!” she shouted, arching her back, her breasts jiggling.

“It looks like I’m not the first one to use your little whore body,” Lance commented, pushing into her warm depths even further. “Tell me, did you have the one or ones that came before me use you like this? Or did they not know how much of a glutton for punishment you are?” he asked, swatting her ass again.

“Y-yes... he did...” she moaned, moving her hips back against his.

“I knew it.” Lance smirked. “Then let’s see if I can outperform this mystery stallion, shall we?” he asked, pulling out of her until only the tip remained. He didn’t bother to wait for a reply, slamming his hips against her own and squeezing down on her ass.

“Yes~ More!” she cried, using her horn, giving his length a squeeze.

“You cheeky little whore,” Lance said with a laugh, flicking the tip of her horn. “I bet you could’ve used that magic of yours to stop me at any time. But instead, here you are, tied up with my cock battering against your womb. You wanted me to do this to you,” he concluded, swatting her ass.

She gasped, her magic winking out. “I w-want you to use me... all of me...”

“And what my precious little whore do you mean by that?” he asked, resting his hips against her own while he roughly kneaded her ass.

“I-I have a whole body for you to use...”

“Yes, you do.” He smirked, reaching out and grabbing her horn, squeezing it. “I can’t neglect my favorite slut’s body parts, can I?” he asked, resuming his rough thrusts. She let out a shuddering moan, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Lance grinned down at the sight before him, her moaning and shuddering while he used and abused her tied up body, causing another wicked idea to enter his mind. He layed against her back looking at her tied up wings. He took the base of one in his mouth, nipping at it with his newly sharpened teeth.

She let out a surprised yelp, her wings struggling to extend. He continued his oral assault, chewing on the base of her wing like a dog with a bone, though being careful not to cause any serious damage. His hips moved like a piston, their union letting out a series of slaps.

“I-I’m close...” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Lucky for you, so am I,” Lance told her, his thrusts becoming urgent. “So tell me, slut, where do you want my cum?” he asked, pulling her by the horn to look him in the face.

“Fill me! Fill me with your seed!” she commanded, her voice echoing through the stillness. He hilted himself one last time, squeezing her horn while he roared in ecstasy. His essence shot out into her, coating her insides. She panted, taking a few moments to catch her breath. “You were wonderful...”

“Thank you mistress,” Lance said, a dopey smile on his face. “And your captured noble act was perfect. I was convinced for a moment there,” he praised, letting himself soften inside her.

She used her horn to break her bonds, pulling him close to her. “I’m glad I chose you...” she chuckled, wrapping her wings around them like a blanket.

“Same,” Lance agreed with a bright smile. “I am happy to continue serving you, mistress. Especially if I keep getting rewards like that,” he added, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Now my pet... we must sleep...” she nuzzled his head, her horn starting to glow.

“As my mistress commands,” he said, letting his eyes close.

“In two centuries we can go home and blot the tyrant sun from the sky...” She nuzzled his head. “And during that time we will dream.” Lance had already fallen asleep, a smile on his face as he held on to Nightmare Moon. “Sleep well my pet...” she stroked his hair gently before closing her eyes, allowing herself to drift off.