>At last, your latest masterpiece is finished!
>Putting down your sewing needle and sighing pridefully.
>Truly this would go down as one of the best gowns you’ve ever made.
>Not only will you be praised for designing it.
>But more importantly, your Queen will surely be the center of every ponies’ attention at the social gathering tomorrow, and she’ll be showered with love.
>Although.
>You take one last look at the gown.
>You chose midnight blue for its color.
>Small diamonds adore the gown in all the right places.
>You know from a simple light test that it’ll shine more marvelously than the brightest star in the Queen’s night sky.
>You gently lift the fabric with your hoof.
>The softest silk from Saddle Arabia that money could buy.
>Finishing your little inspection, you are once again filled with pride.
>Well, you’re a little sadden by the fact that you weren’t allowed to add frills.
>The Queen wanted a simple imperial gown.
>Not a problem for a brilliant seamstress such as yourself.
>But you really would like to add frills.
>Absentmindedly, your eyes roam over the very pronounced curves of the mannikin.
>This was intentional.
>As was making the gown slightly transparent.
 
>This social gathering was more than just a noble’s retreat.
>No, this gathering was being held for a much more important matter.
>Finding the Queen a stallion!
>The halls will be filled with hopeful young suitors looking to become king.
>And while the Queen is certainly the most beautiful thing under the stars.
>A little help bringing attention to her body would give the lusty males even more reasons to chase after her.
>Truthfully, this is the most risqué gown you’ve ever made.
>But it’s worth it.
>Filled with pride once more, you cover the manikin with a sheet, and put it on a cart.
>While you very much approve of the gown, your Queen has the final say.
>You push the cart through the darken halls, until you come up to a large door.
>Two stoic bat ponies salute you, before one of knock on the door.
>” Enter.”
>The pony opens the door, and you push your cart inside.
>The door closes behind you, leave just you and the Queen to talk in private
>You see your Queen laying on her bed partially hidden by drapes.
>Your Queen’s head lifts from her forelegs when she sees you.
>” Ah, Ms. Belle, I’ve been expecting you.
“Good evening, my Grace.”
“I have finished the gown per your request.’
 
>Nightmare gracefully, if a tad rough for your liking, gets off her bed.
>” Well then Ms. Belle, let’s see it then.
>With no hesitation, you unveil the gown to her, and step back
>You watch, as your Queen examines it with a critical eye.
>Occasionally touch the gown here and there, to feel the fabric.
>When she is finished, she turns to you.
>” Excellent work, Ms. Belle.”
>” Its everything I wanted, and more.”
>You smile your biggest smile at your Queen’s praise and show your appreciation with a bow.
>” Even your... creative liberties.”
>You lift your head from your bow.
“My creative liberties?”
>You see her eyeing you like prey.
>” Yes, creative liberties, I don’t recall asking for a sheer gown.”
>Your Queen starts to saunter over to you.
>” Why it’s so see through, I might as well wear nothing at all.”
>” And I’ve worn Imperial gowns before.”
>She stop before you and cranes her head down until it is eye level.  
>” But never one this tight.”
 
>You feel yourself starting to break down under her gaze.
>” Just think, Ms. Belle, it’ll hug every inch on my body.”
>” And the materials you used will feel splendid every time I move against it.”
>You feel your cheeks redden, partially in shame, but also in arousal at the image she is painting in your mind’s eye.
>She smiles her toothy grin.
>” I’ll only have my tail to defend my privacy.”
>” But what if I were to lift it.”
>” All would see my marehood.”
>” Puffy and inflamed by the blatant exhibition.”
>” Even just swinging my tail side to side, would offer any pony behind me a glimpse at it.”
>You feel yourself heating up, your heartrate increasing, and your body shaking.
>More so in arousal now than shame.
>Seeing the effects she has on you causes her to lick her lips.
>” I bet it would throw all of my suitors into a frenzy.”
>Your Queen raises her head to once again stare down at you.
>” Surly these thoughts entered into your head as you made this gown, Ms. Belle.”
>You find yourself unable to speak.
>Staring into her eyes, as if they were spotlights catching you in the middle of a crime
“I…”
>” Hmm?”
“I just want to create the perfect dress that highlights my Queen’s beautiful and.”
>Why couldn’t you stop yourself before you said and?
>” And, Ms. Belle?”
 
>You trapped yourself, and Nightmare isn’t letting you go.
>Her eyes burn into your very being.
>Too bad they’re not burning the butterflies in your stomach.
>Swallowing with a dry throat, you prepare yourself for the aftermath that is to come.
“And sensual nature.”
>There was a moment of silence, before Nightmare throw her head back, roaring in laughter.
>You’ll take her burning gaze over this.
>You could just die from embarrassment right now.
>You tried to look down, but your head is frozen in place by your Queen’s magic.
>” Do not despair, Ms. Belle, you’re not the only one that thinks that.”   
 >In an instant, Nightmare pulls you into a kiss.
>Your brain melts into a confused mush of emotions and thoughts
>Not knowing what to do, you simply let your Queen kiss you.
>Soon lust and pleasure pull themselves out of the puddle.
>Your Queen is easily the best kisser you’ve had.
>A refined technique.
>Your lips pressed against her supple lips
>The way her tongue curls around yours, sending shocks through your body.
>Before you can think anymore, Nightmare breaks the kiss.
>You’re left breathless and aching for more.
>Your Queen licks her lips, and stares at you with hungry eyes.
>You feel that this time however, you’re prey to a different hungry.
>” You may go, Ms. Belle”
>Hearing her command, you bow, and leave your Queen’s bed chamber.
 
>If life was simple, you could just move from last night’s events.
>Even as you work on your dress for tonight’s party.
>Your mind replays that kiss, leaving you yearning for another.
>You sigh in frustration.
>To make things worse.
>Your Queen takes full delight in the brand-new effect she has on you.
>She sways her hips far more than she should now when she walks in front of you.
>That, or she would stretch herself in the most uncouth fashion.
>You wish you could properly reprimand her.
>But you find your eyes looking over her body more than you mind thinking about what to say.
>Then when she’s is finished with her display, she always acts innocent, and goes about her business as if nothing happened.
>You turn off your sewing machine and collect your dress.
>You put it on a manikin and look over all the stitching.
>There is a silver lining though.
>If she is this good at teasing you, then she should have no problem railing up any male she fancies tonight.
>You gently tug on the dress, testing to see if the stitching holds.
>Pleased to see it not fall apart, you’re ready to add the next thing
>Frills!
>Lots and lots of frills.
 
>Your horseshoe click through the halls.
>You’ve timed everything perfectly, so that you’ll arrive a few minutes late.
>The moonlight shines through the windows, illuminating the way, as you walk down the hall.
>It also shines on your simple frilly white dress.
>You loathe being a plain Jane, since you rarely get to wear something other than your uniform.
>But tonight isn’t your night, so you’ll put up with it.
>As you draw closer to the gathering, you can faintly hear music.
>Arriving fashionably late to a social gathering in full swing.
>That’s how you make an entrance and get everyone’s attention.
>You only hope when your Queen does it, everyone will stop and stare.
>You finally reach the room where the gathering is being held.
>Taking a deep breath, you hype yourself up, and enter the room.
>A few ponies notice you enter, but most are focused with themselves, the music, or.
>You frown, as you see your Queen surrounded by various ponies.
>So much for her grand entrance.
>At least she’s still the center of attention.
>You put your Queen in the back of your mind and start to walk over to the refreshment table.
>You’ve spent enough time doing nothing, and what better way to make up for lost time than over a glass of wine. 
 
>Throughout the night, wine, smiles, and gossip past your lips.
>Unsurprisingly Nightmare’s gown was the main topic of the night.
>Some mares are surprised that she would wear it in the first place.
>Others wish they wear so bold and could wear something like that.
>The few married mares you talk to were angry that their husbands were paying more attention to her than them.
>All in all, everyone was having a good time.
>Even your Queen looked like she was having fun with her male subjects.
>You weren’t actively paying attention to Your Queen and her suitors.
>But every now and then, you would glance and see her enjoying the company with some male.
>And that male would be different every time.
>Doesn’t take you long to find out why, when you see her and a stallion quietly leaving the room.
>Only for her to come back smiling, and alone.
>After some time the stallion came back.
>He looked a little shaken, and his smile is obviously forced.
>Another stallion approaches him, and the two of them have a small chat, before they both move off to the side.
>You see them join a rather large gathering of other males.
>Seems not everyone is having a good time tonight.
 
>Hours fade into the night, and ponies are starting to go home.
>You wave some of your new friend’s good night and leave yourself.
>Tonight was fun, but you wish your Queen would entertain the idea of bringing some pony to her chamber.
>You sigh.
>She’ll find one pony she loves more than causing night terrors eventually.
>Instead of going straight to your room, you veer off into an adjacent hallway.
>With all the wine you’ve drank, you need to visit the closets ladies room.
>You find one, and quickly take care of business.
>Feeling much better now, you walk out of the bathroom, and peer into a void.
>Now you want to make a dramatic entrance.
>Nightmare walks from the shadows.
>They vanish, as she appears.
>” Fancy meeting you here, Ms. Belle.”
>You bow before her.
> “How was your night?”
“It was very enjoyable, my Queen.”
>Nightmare smirks, then wraps her mane wraps around you, and drags you close to her.
>” Just enjoyable?”
>She looks at you with those same hungry eyes.
>You shudder slightly, and your heart start to beat a little faster.
>You were about to respond, but she silences you with a kiss.
 
>Just like she did the first time.
>So sudden that you couldn’t resist it.
>Not that you would try.
>Earlier lust is reawaken now mixed with alcohol lowered inhibitions.
>Meaning you weren’t going to be a passive standby this time.
>You return the kiss.
>Slithering your tongue around hers.
>Your lips suckling and smacking on hers.
>Stifled moans and saliva mix in each other’s mouths.
>You don’t know how long you two were locked in your intimate kiss.
>But when you two separated, you were left breathless.
>” Tonight doesn’t have to end with just enjoyable, Ms. Belle.”
>You feel a heat rising through your body.
“My Queen, that… I mean.”
>Words are failing you.
>Nightmare’s never-ending gaze stares right through you.
>” Speechless, Ms. Belle.”
>She swiftly turns on her hooves and shows her flank to you.
>” It’s a good things actions speak louder than words.”
 
>Oh dear.
>The heat in your body erupts into an inferno.
>Your breathing is frantic, as is your heart beat.
>You can’t resist.
>Alcohol and lust drive your body into moving.
>As you draw closer, you an obvious stain on her gown.
>You stand behind her, trembling with excitement and desire.
>You slide your hooves along Nightmare’s gown.
>Slowly, you lift it up.
>Occasionally touching your Queen’s calves on the way up.
>Your Queen shudders at your touch.
>You rest the gown on top of her flanks.
>You hold your breath, as you see Nightmare’s mound in all its glory.
>Dark blue outer lips, redden by arousal and shining from her juices.
>When you breathe again, your nose fills with her intoxicating scent.
>You clenched your thighs, feeling the wetness of your own mound against them.
>You want to lick it.
>A simple thought causes you to clench your thighs tighter, making you moan softly as you feel a small shock of pleasure.
>Lick every inch of it.
>Drink in every drop of her juices.
>And suckle on her clit if it dares wink at you.
>Your desires now fully driving you, you lean forward.
>Ready to get the first taste of many right there in the hallway. 
 
>You are so committed to debauchery, that you are caught off guard when you’re engulfed by shadows.
>The next thing you know, you’re no longer in the hallway, but now on your Queen’s bed in her chamber.
>Nightmare shrieks with laughter.
>” So eager to please.”
>You focus returns to your Queen.
>You notice that she is no longer wearing her gown.
>Must have removed it while you both were in the darkness.
>She lays herself on her back and spreads her hind legs open.
>” Well, don’t let a change in scenery stop you now.”
>Your lust taking over again, you hastily move towards her.
>Once you’re close enough, you lay yourself between her legs.
>You feel the sheet touch your coat. 
>Meaning that you too have been striped in the darkness.
>But that’s just a minor footnote that is thrown at the back of your mind.
>You get an eyeful of the glistening royal mound once again.
>You lick your lips and lean in
>With nothing stopping you this time, you extend your tongue out.
>The first lick was a slow drag from the bottom of her vagina all the way up to her winking clit. 
>You wanted to savor the taste, before you start licking in earnest.
 
>Your queen moans, as you work your tongue on her petals.
>Simple sounds of encouragement that make you want to pleasure your Queen more.
>You changed your technique from broad licks to short ones.
>Focusing your efforts around the middle and upper parts of her vagina.
>This causes Nightmare to mewl and writhe.
>Your tongue pushes your Queens folds open and pushes back her clit hood.
>With her clit fully exposed, you swirl your tongue around it, before you wrap your lips around it.
>With loving suckles and licks, you lavish your attention all over her clit.
>This strongly affects her, causing her to moan loudly, while pushing her hips into your face.
>Not wanting to leave the rest of her mound unattended, you fill your horn with magic.
>Surrounding her lips with your magic, you start rubbing them in semicircles.
>You play with her like this for a while, listening to your Queens moans, before switching it up.
>You let go of her clit with a pop, then pinch and rub it with your magic
>With your mouth going towards Nightmare’s vagina, you push your tongue inside her.
>Lapping all over her inner walls.
>You feel every inch of your Queen tense, before she explodes.
>Your mouth floods with her cum, and you swallow it down.
>You feel a tightness around your neck, and you know your Queen has locked her legs around you.
 
>Nightmare’s orgasm lasts for some time
>Your neck starts to hurt, and you’re running a bit light on air.  
>Eventually, your Queen enters her afterglow, and her hind legs relax.
>Slipping your head away your Queen’s mound, you rest your head on her pelvis.
>You see the content smile spread across your Queens face.
>It’s somewhat infectious, as you find yourself smiling too.
>” Amazing.”
“It was my pleasure, my Queen.”
>You feel your Queen’s magic wrap around you.
>You’re lifted while she stands up.
>” You may call Nightmare while we’re alone.”
>” And we will be alone a lot more from now on.”
>” Would that please you more, Rarity?”
>You both know that was a rhetorical question.
“Nothing would please me more, Nightmare.”
>She smirks and kisses you.
>Her magic moves you towards the bed.
>She doesn’t break the kiss until your back touches the bed.
>” You have been such a good servant thus far.”
>She nibbles on your neck, making you squirm.
>” And good servants get a special reward from their Queen.”
 
>Nightmare licks your neck and rubs her hoof in circles around your stomach.
>Her touch makes you gasp.
>” So sensitive.”
>Nightmare suckles on your neck, while her hoof moves down your body.
>You can’t keep yourself still.
>Wiggling your body into the bed, failing to cool the fire spreading through your body.
>Her hoof brushes against your vagina takes all your willpower not moan loud enough to wake the castle.
>” And so wet.”
>Your Queen gives you quick peck on the lips, then she folds your lower body over your head.
>You can see the effects of you neglecting your mound, as a bead of your juices drips onto your face.
>” Enjoy the show, and don’t cum too fast now.”
>Not waiting for you to respond, Nightmare starts to lick your vagina.
>You understand now what she meant by show, as you watch your Queen drags her tongue across your folds.
>To make things better, you can also feel each lick as you watch.
>This time you don’t repress your moans.
>Letting your Queen know that you are enjoying the show and her reward.
>Seemingly pleased with your moans, Nightmare puts more effort into her oral skills.
>Her long tongue laps at part of your loins.
>Even when she starts to mix in shorter and faster licks, her tongue still manages to drag across your entire vagina.
>The broad base of her tongue feels divine every time it presses against your winking clit.
>Pleasure starts to radiate through your body.
>Small twitches in your hind legs, and heavier breathing announce that you’re starting to feel it.
>Your Queen gives you one last tantalizing lick, before she smiles down at you, and thrust her tongue into your depths.
 
>You are left breathless, as your inner walls wrap around every inch of her tongue.
>Never before has a tongue filled you up like this.
>Your mind and body struggling to understand this new feeling.
>Nightmare starts to pull her tongue out, but your body isn’t willing to let go.
>Your vagina clamps down trying to halt its movement and keep you full.
>You fail however, as you feel her tongue slip past your grasp.
>She pulls her tongue free from your marehood.
>Leaving your body empty, twitching, and begging for more.
>Nightmare didn’t indulge.
>Instead, she traced the outlines of your petals with the tip of her tongue.
>You grunt in frustration.
>This isn’t what you want, and she knows it.
>Once the tip of her tongue finishes its tour, it settles on your pulsating clit.
>She swirls it around your nub, making you tense up and moan.
>Your forehooves dig into the bed, and you try moving your hips to get Nightmare’s tongue where it matters.
>She puts a stop to that by tightening her grasp around your waist.
>You whimper, your eyes pleading for release.
>Nightmare flicks her tongue on your clit one last time.
>” Wait for it just a little while longer.”
>Your Queen grins.
>” I’ll have you drowning in ecstasy.” 
 
>Nightmare hovers her mouth over your mounds once more.
>She swirls her tongue around your petals, then thrusts it inside.
>Your vagina is happy to welcome her tongue back home.
>Lovingly clenching around it with it’s warm wet walls.
>You feel your Queen pulling her tongue out, but before any doubt could form in your mind, she slides it back in.
>Your Queen moves her tongue in a steady rhythm.
>Taking her tongue out far enough to leave you feeling empty, before she pushes it back in.
>You start to fill the room with moans and gasps, as your body starts twitching again as you climb to your climax.
>Your Queen allows you to enjoy yourself, humming softly into your vagina.
>Soon you slip into a trance.
>Zoning in on Nightmare’s tongue, and the pleasure its giving you.
>You’re brought back to reality when your Queen removes her tongue.
>Before you could protest, Nightmare rests your body on the bed, and kisses you.
>She lifts you up with her forelegs without breaking the kiss.
>When she does break the kiss, she quickly spins you around, and pushes you back on the bed.
>Then you feel her hooves slap your flanks.
>You moan with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.
>Your Queen chuckles.
>” Too hard?”
“N-no, just wasn’t expecting it.”
>” Good.”
>She playful slaps your flanks again.
>” Up.”
 
>You rise your lower body on shaky legs.
>The desperate need to cum after being denied twice before is overwhelming.
“Please, Nightmare.”
>That came out more like a whine than a plea.
>” Hmmm, let’s see.”
>You feel her huff right on your vagina.
>Even something as small as a puff of air makes your over sensitive body spasm.
>You feel movement behind you, but is confused when it stops, and you feel nothing.
>Then Nightmare’s hoof in front of you.
>It’s glistening, no doubt wet from your overflowing juices.
>She moves her hoof from view, but curiosity makes you turn your head.
>You’re rewarded with the sight of your Queen licking her hoof clean.
>With an exaggerated slurp, she finishes her clean up job.
>” Yes, I think you’ve had enough.”
>Nightmare puts her hooves on your flanks again.
>She softly caresses them, before she pushes her tongue into your vagina.
>A lusty filled moan explodes from your mouth.
>Her tongue feels even better than the last time.
>Might have something to with the promised reward of the oncoming orgasm that has eluded you for so long.
>Nightmare starts to swirl her tongue inside you.
>Its length makes it feels like a never-ending spiral against your walls.
>Your moans never cease, and your body spasms uncontrollably.
 
>But you’re too far gone to care about the buildup.
>You need to cum now!
>Forcing your body to be still, you start swaying your hips around in a circle.
>The added sensation of grinding against Nightmare’s tongue sends you rocketing to the peak.
>You dig your hooves into the bed and start pushing your hips back while grinding away.
>You’re so close!
>If you can just get Nightmare’s tongue to rub your g spot the right way, or.
>Out of the blue you feel a pinch on your clit.
>That is enough to push you over into an explosive orgasm.
>You yell out the loudest moan in your entire life.
>Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, sweeping over you like nothing you’ve ever experience before.
>Your lower half is kept up by some unknown force through the whole ordeal.
>Eventually, your mind-blowing climax ebbs away.
>Leaving you with a lack of sense and feeling.
>Finally, your hind legs give out.
>Making you crash down to the bed below.
 
>You barely hang on to your conscience, as you enter your aftershock.
>Strong spasms still rock your body while you lay on the bed breathless.
>For the moment the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing.
>Until you get ahold of yourself, then the room is filled with silence.
>Faintly you feel something turning you over.
>Rolled onto your back, you stare up at a grinning Nightmare.
>She lowers her face down and kisses you.
>Her mouth tastes of your vagina and the juices that it gushed.
>Nightmare cuts the kiss short, then lays down beside you.
>She turn your limp to face her again.
>” Well, Rarity, did you enjoy the first night of many?”
“Words cannot hope to explain my enjoyment, darling.”
>Nightmare pulls you into an embrace, and lightly nibbles on your neck.
>” From now on, you are forbidden from calling any pony ‘darling’.”
>You return the embrace, letting Nightmare’s warmth wash over you, and slowly lull you to sleep.
“Of course, my darling Nightmare.”