12-02-2015, 06:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-02-2015, 06:06 PM by Kaltes-Herzeleid.)
By Her Side
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I was her servant. Her favorite servant. Long before I was born or by fortunate circumstance had arrived in this strange world inhabited by ponies and other magical creatures and where the night never ended. I knew the first time I saw her that I should be hers and hers alone. Of course she paid me little attention at first, I was just another lowly castle servant, albeit an unusual one. Whenever I did something that pleased her or performed a task correctly I always felt my heart beat faster and my face heat up at her approving look or smile. Her smile frightened some, a fact she knew, but one I found so beautiful. She spoke to me more often, at times even using my name, much to my delight; dare I say we even got on friendly terms. At least as friendly as she was willing to be.
It went on like this for at least a year or so until everything changed.
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"Michael" the posh and slightly harsh voice of Rarity reached me, jarring me out of my thoughts and causing me to straighten up slightly. She was in charge of the castle staff and as such I had to obey most of her orders.
"Yes?"
"Her Highness has requested you join in her private quarters, now," she said, looking me up and down with her usual fashion conscious eyes. "There's a wrinkle in your shirt, now get moving, " she ordered. I felt she may have been a bit jealous that I was Nightmare Moon's favorite and not her, wordlessly I passed her, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose and walked down the gloomy but familiar corridors of the castle. I hadn't gotten lost as much as one might think. The blue flames flickered and glowed in a eerie radiance, casting my large and distorted shadow on the ground. Self consciously I smoothed out my purple shirt. Another thing that separated me from the other servants. They wore blue and purple mostly, I wore black and purple.
At Nightmare Moon's request. It had happened seemingly for no reason, just something she had commanded. And I followed.
I wore her colors. "Hers."
I entered the throne room as I had so many times, the majestic banners proclaiming her victory and leadership, the numerous and carefully designed moons and stars. Her beautiful throne, bat like wings protruding from the chair itself; a great half moon looming over it. She was absent, but an imposing, armored guard indicated with a spear to the balcony. I nodded and proceeded towards it, a hand outstretched to open the glass door, the familiar magical aura enclosed the handle and opened it for me. It happened so many times that it no longer startled me, in fact it made me smile.
Nightmare Moon sat at the balcony table, another chair already pulled out for me. She looked amazing with her ethereal flowing mane and tail, her perfect armor glinting in the moonlight, cat like teal eyes locking with my brown ones and a flicker of a smile touched her lips.
"Ah, Michael," she gestured with a shoed hoof, "sit."
I obliged and sat down gingerly, the chair was firm yet comfortable and the table top was made of polished glass. The familiar but always striking moonlight showered down upon us, briefly I looked up at it before looking about her. My love. She was having her usual tea and cookies for the evening whilst she enjoyed the quiet. Not many knew this but she favored oatmeal cookies. Of which I had specifically instructed to be included for her this evening.
"You summoned me, my Queen?"
"I think for this evening we can drop the formalities, Michael." Hearing her say my name caused my heart to leap in my chest for joy. I think she could she the happiness in my eyes as she grinned at me before taking a sip of her tea.
"There's honey in this...your handiwork I assume?"
I only nodded, unbuttoning my shirt slightly to my neck some air, I noted her lovely eyes lingered on the exposed skin for a moment before she set the little cup down on the plate.
"So, why am I here, my Qu-uh Nightmare Moon?" I asked, stumbling (much to my embarrassment) over my words. I was accustomed to addressing her by royal titles, not that I objected to that, but another half was excited to address her by her name so casually and freely. I had longed do so.
Nightmare Moon only smiled softly at my stammering, her smile only flustering me more.
"Why do you think? Is it so inconceivable that I enjoy the pleasure of your company?" She asked coyly.
"You'd be the first, but knowing you there's probably a reason," I replied, resting my arms easily on the table. Unable to prevent smiling back. She raised an eyebrow.
"Well then it certainly pleases me to be the first, but you are correct, there is a reason I have summoned you here this evening," her tone dropped the rare innocent playfulness and became more serious and her wings ruffled slightly as she straightened up a bit. I became confused, she had asked me to drop the formalities...I suddenly feared she was fire me. I'd never see her again my mind raced, but I calmed myself that she didn't appear particularly angry. But her appearances could be deceiving.
"A-and that reason would be?"
"Rumors have circulated for some time."
"Rumors?"
"You don't know then? I guessed as much," Nightmare Moon said, adding to my confusion. She exhaled, not in an exasperated way, but more of in a "let's cut to the point" kind of way.
"Michael, if I may be so frank as to ask...are you...infatuated with me?"
I kept my face passive, but my eyes must've spoke volumes and my cheeks raised in temperature.
"There are rumors I-I'm in love with you?"
"'Love' is a strong word, but yes there are rumors. Or rather I should say truth masquerading as rumors," she said matter of factly, eyes never leaving my face and her gorgeous visage remained calm. My own was probably nervous right now. Suitors did not sit well with her.
"Truth...?"
"You of all should know my powers of observation are sharp. I've seen the way you look at me, how you're always so willing to follow my orders-,"
"But many follow your orders," I never interrupted her until now, "what makes me so different?"
"I do not know. There just is." She paused for what seemed like an eternity, even taking the time to finish the last of her tea and steadily setting the cup down once more while I stayed silent. Heart hammering my chest.
"You desire to be with me at every chance. At first I dismissed it as a foolish little crush that would pass in time, but overtime I became...curious. If that's the right word, and now I must confess...I do feel something for you Michael."
Anxiety was replaced by a great flood of ecstasy at Nightmare Moon's words. In the past I could only dream she'd say something like that to me, who was but a servant. A alien creature in her world.
"But I must know: Do you love me?"
I averted eye contact for several seconds, looking at the ground, then at my reflection in the glass table. The moon's glow reflected in it, as did the stars. Perfect copies of the celestial forms so far above me in the twinkling night sky. Nightmare Moon did not pressure a response out of me, but I felt her eyes on me the entire time. Their glowing stare washing over me in a heavenly sensation. I sucked in a breath and composed myself and finally returned her enticing gaze.
"Yes. I love you Nightmare Moon. More than I have ever loved anyone or anything, I-," she quieted me by allowing her flowing mane to drift towards my chin, its soft touched revealing it for the physical hair it actually was, caressing my skin. Neither of us needed any further words. We leaned over the table, our lips closing the distance. Hers were soft and warm, more so than I expected. Happy, pleasurable shivers tingled down my spine and my hands gently cupped her face, enjoying the feeling of her silky black fur which I only felt in quick flashing moments. It made my fingers feel as though warmth was within them and love flowed through my heart.
We finally pulled away, locking eyes once, each of us processing what had just happened. I felt a metal covered hoof rub my shoulder and down the length of my arm, my thumb stroking her cheek.
"Thank you for joining me this evening, my dear Michael," Nightmare Moon said with a smile and sat back in her chair. Smiling back I stood up, giving a quick bow.
"It was my pleasure, will that be all Your Highness?" I looked at her. Her eyes were half lidded and she playfully smiled back.
"I think you should stay here with me for awhile longer."
"I couldn't agree more, my Queen."
As I sat down, in these very moments, life felt...became right. By her side. Forever with my great love.
Author's Note:
This came to me on a whim, set in the Nightmare Moon takeover timeline. I feel this is one of my best works.
----
I was her servant. Her favorite servant. Long before I was born or by fortunate circumstance had arrived in this strange world inhabited by ponies and other magical creatures and where the night never ended. I knew the first time I saw her that I should be hers and hers alone. Of course she paid me little attention at first, I was just another lowly castle servant, albeit an unusual one. Whenever I did something that pleased her or performed a task correctly I always felt my heart beat faster and my face heat up at her approving look or smile. Her smile frightened some, a fact she knew, but one I found so beautiful. She spoke to me more often, at times even using my name, much to my delight; dare I say we even got on friendly terms. At least as friendly as she was willing to be.
It went on like this for at least a year or so until everything changed.
----
"Michael" the posh and slightly harsh voice of Rarity reached me, jarring me out of my thoughts and causing me to straighten up slightly. She was in charge of the castle staff and as such I had to obey most of her orders.
"Yes?"
"Her Highness has requested you join in her private quarters, now," she said, looking me up and down with her usual fashion conscious eyes. "There's a wrinkle in your shirt, now get moving, " she ordered. I felt she may have been a bit jealous that I was Nightmare Moon's favorite and not her, wordlessly I passed her, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose and walked down the gloomy but familiar corridors of the castle. I hadn't gotten lost as much as one might think. The blue flames flickered and glowed in a eerie radiance, casting my large and distorted shadow on the ground. Self consciously I smoothed out my purple shirt. Another thing that separated me from the other servants. They wore blue and purple mostly, I wore black and purple.
At Nightmare Moon's request. It had happened seemingly for no reason, just something she had commanded. And I followed.
I wore her colors. "Hers."
I entered the throne room as I had so many times, the majestic banners proclaiming her victory and leadership, the numerous and carefully designed moons and stars. Her beautiful throne, bat like wings protruding from the chair itself; a great half moon looming over it. She was absent, but an imposing, armored guard indicated with a spear to the balcony. I nodded and proceeded towards it, a hand outstretched to open the glass door, the familiar magical aura enclosed the handle and opened it for me. It happened so many times that it no longer startled me, in fact it made me smile.
Nightmare Moon sat at the balcony table, another chair already pulled out for me. She looked amazing with her ethereal flowing mane and tail, her perfect armor glinting in the moonlight, cat like teal eyes locking with my brown ones and a flicker of a smile touched her lips.
"Ah, Michael," she gestured with a shoed hoof, "sit."
I obliged and sat down gingerly, the chair was firm yet comfortable and the table top was made of polished glass. The familiar but always striking moonlight showered down upon us, briefly I looked up at it before looking about her. My love. She was having her usual tea and cookies for the evening whilst she enjoyed the quiet. Not many knew this but she favored oatmeal cookies. Of which I had specifically instructed to be included for her this evening.
"You summoned me, my Queen?"
"I think for this evening we can drop the formalities, Michael." Hearing her say my name caused my heart to leap in my chest for joy. I think she could she the happiness in my eyes as she grinned at me before taking a sip of her tea.
"There's honey in this...your handiwork I assume?"
I only nodded, unbuttoning my shirt slightly to my neck some air, I noted her lovely eyes lingered on the exposed skin for a moment before she set the little cup down on the plate.
"So, why am I here, my Qu-uh Nightmare Moon?" I asked, stumbling (much to my embarrassment) over my words. I was accustomed to addressing her by royal titles, not that I objected to that, but another half was excited to address her by her name so casually and freely. I had longed do so.
Nightmare Moon only smiled softly at my stammering, her smile only flustering me more.
"Why do you think? Is it so inconceivable that I enjoy the pleasure of your company?" She asked coyly.
"You'd be the first, but knowing you there's probably a reason," I replied, resting my arms easily on the table. Unable to prevent smiling back. She raised an eyebrow.
"Well then it certainly pleases me to be the first, but you are correct, there is a reason I have summoned you here this evening," her tone dropped the rare innocent playfulness and became more serious and her wings ruffled slightly as she straightened up a bit. I became confused, she had asked me to drop the formalities...I suddenly feared she was fire me. I'd never see her again my mind raced, but I calmed myself that she didn't appear particularly angry. But her appearances could be deceiving.
"A-and that reason would be?"
"Rumors have circulated for some time."
"Rumors?"
"You don't know then? I guessed as much," Nightmare Moon said, adding to my confusion. She exhaled, not in an exasperated way, but more of in a "let's cut to the point" kind of way.
"Michael, if I may be so frank as to ask...are you...infatuated with me?"
I kept my face passive, but my eyes must've spoke volumes and my cheeks raised in temperature.
"There are rumors I-I'm in love with you?"
"'Love' is a strong word, but yes there are rumors. Or rather I should say truth masquerading as rumors," she said matter of factly, eyes never leaving my face and her gorgeous visage remained calm. My own was probably nervous right now. Suitors did not sit well with her.
"Truth...?"
"You of all should know my powers of observation are sharp. I've seen the way you look at me, how you're always so willing to follow my orders-,"
"But many follow your orders," I never interrupted her until now, "what makes me so different?"
"I do not know. There just is." She paused for what seemed like an eternity, even taking the time to finish the last of her tea and steadily setting the cup down once more while I stayed silent. Heart hammering my chest.
"You desire to be with me at every chance. At first I dismissed it as a foolish little crush that would pass in time, but overtime I became...curious. If that's the right word, and now I must confess...I do feel something for you Michael."
Anxiety was replaced by a great flood of ecstasy at Nightmare Moon's words. In the past I could only dream she'd say something like that to me, who was but a servant. A alien creature in her world.
"But I must know: Do you love me?"
I averted eye contact for several seconds, looking at the ground, then at my reflection in the glass table. The moon's glow reflected in it, as did the stars. Perfect copies of the celestial forms so far above me in the twinkling night sky. Nightmare Moon did not pressure a response out of me, but I felt her eyes on me the entire time. Their glowing stare washing over me in a heavenly sensation. I sucked in a breath and composed myself and finally returned her enticing gaze.
"Yes. I love you Nightmare Moon. More than I have ever loved anyone or anything, I-," she quieted me by allowing her flowing mane to drift towards my chin, its soft touched revealing it for the physical hair it actually was, caressing my skin. Neither of us needed any further words. We leaned over the table, our lips closing the distance. Hers were soft and warm, more so than I expected. Happy, pleasurable shivers tingled down my spine and my hands gently cupped her face, enjoying the feeling of her silky black fur which I only felt in quick flashing moments. It made my fingers feel as though warmth was within them and love flowed through my heart.
We finally pulled away, locking eyes once, each of us processing what had just happened. I felt a metal covered hoof rub my shoulder and down the length of my arm, my thumb stroking her cheek.
"Thank you for joining me this evening, my dear Michael," Nightmare Moon said with a smile and sat back in her chair. Smiling back I stood up, giving a quick bow.
"It was my pleasure, will that be all Your Highness?" I looked at her. Her eyes were half lidded and she playfully smiled back.
"I think you should stay here with me for awhile longer."
"I couldn't agree more, my Queen."
As I sat down, in these very moments, life felt...became right. By her side. Forever with my great love.
Author's Note:
This came to me on a whim, set in the Nightmare Moon takeover timeline. I feel this is one of my best works.