Octavia vs. Nightmare Moon

 Based on: https://derpibooru.org/1440171
https://derpibooru.org/1440167 (additional text here)

Octavia inhaled sharply as she watched the stars twinkle in the obsidian-inked false sky above the arena. The thin, silk robe she wore, barely long enough to cover her knees, did little to help as an  unnatural chill filled the room despite the presence of a large, delighted audience. The material glistened in the lights, and the tightness of it all gave the crowd a delicious view of her hardened teats as she sauntered into the ring, giving the cheering ponies a little wave and a smile. It was about time this happened - the big match to end all matches...even before Rarity was corrupted and turned into Ponyville’s local warlord cum Mistress, she had tussled with the uppity fashionista in an eternally vengeful rivalry. Now that Rarity was bona-fide evil, it was her duty to put her down like the good, Celestia-loving mare she was.

The light purple and pink-laced gloves she wore glinted lightly as she swung it about, smiling a little larger to the crowd as she used her other gloved hand to tug at the sleek ribbon that undid her robe, letting it pop open dramatically as her large, heavy tits shrugged the already strained cloth aside. The crowd cheered all the more, save one mare who was already in the ring. The mare of obsidian and prussian-purple shot a disdainful look even as she rested in her regally decorated corner of the ring in a longer, fur-lined robe. 

With another shrug of her shoulders, she let the robe slip off amid another round of rambunctious cheers, exposing her nude, slender body. It was taut, strong and feminine, a mix of warrior and a classy mare of Canterlot, shaped from years of upper crust living and brutish fighting with her one and only rival. Like a star performer and the main attraction of the orchestra, she raised her arms amid the approval of the crowd, bouncing a little to let her succulent, beautiful breasts jiggle, prompting the other mare in the ring to snort and roll her eyes. With that, and a smug smile, she slid into the ring, making sure to bend low between the top and bottom ropes, making her tight, pink pussy lips to only just barely rub into the middle rope and leave a tiny trail of glistening juices on them. 

She sauntered to her corner, and waited there with legs crossed, back arched, chest out and arms resting on the top rope, shooting the wicked mare a seething look as Nightmare Rarity moved to the middle of the ring as the cheers from the crowd shifted to support their wicked overlord. She very clearly enjoyed basking in the adoration of others, just as much as Octavia, if not much more so. With a grin and a little sultry dance, she stripped herself of the offending garment, revealing a very classic Rarity, with long, luscious legs and big, heavy breasts, a slender, gorgeous waist and large, supple ass. Corruption had not changed the gorgeous mare, if not added an inch or two to her height, making her slightly taller than Octavia. Gloves of a much darker, sinister shade of purple embroidered with bright diamonds the shape of her cutie mark and laced with black ribbons were her only articles of clothing that evening, and with a kick of her feet, the robe was thrown from the ring and onto the ground below. She shook her hips with a remarkable confidence and flaunted about, though what made the crowd salivate all the more was the extra...addition...between her lovely legs. A thick, powerful-looking shaft that would have put the most virile of stallions to shame adorned her luscious hips, one that was rapidly reaching full-mast, bobbed about with a tremble, excited at the prospect of destroying her opponent and pounding her into the mat...and that wasn’t referring to her gloved fists, either.

***

She grasped her mighty cock in her glove, giving it a few powerful-looking pumps and causing it to spasm hard and squirt a rope of glistening pre-cum at Octavia, of which the mare shot Rarity a disgusted look. 

“Crude. Has your corruption also turned out into a sex-driven whorse as well?” Octavia sneered as she turned her nose up at the sight of the sex-weapon. 

Rarity all but grinned. “Oh, darling, you’ll come to appreciate it...well, perhaps not you, when I’m finished with your body.” She turned and released her hold on her throbbing dick, before she raised both her fists and gave the Canterlot mare a ‘bring it on’ gesture with her right glove.

*DING!*

“I suppose it can’t be avoided then. Good luck to you, vile creature….you’ll need it.” She shot Rarity a glare, before powering out of her corner with a yell and rushing into Rarity, stunning the wicked mare as she lashed out with a right cross to the mare’s lipstick-covered lips! Rarity grinned, anticipating the blow with chilling ease and experience. She casually tilted her head to the side, letting the gloved fist fly by with a sharp whistling noise, making her long, cute-looking ear flick in irritation. 

Octavia overbalanced, and stumbled forward into Rarity’s grasp. Her left hand looped around the classical diva’s slender waist, clasping the gentle arch of her back and giving her a squeeze, while her right fist plowed into Octavia’s tender belly. The crowd gasped in shock as momentum drove her right into Rarity’s fist, impaling her on Rarity’s diamonds. Her knees buckled, her eyes widened, and her maw dropped open amid a spew of spittle that drizzled onto Rarity’s large, luscious breasts.

“Ummprrgh!” Octavia’s cheeks puffed out a little as Rarity chuckled, squeezing her closer to her and keeping her fist buried there, twisting her hand from time to time to make the poor mare spasm in agony. With a wheeze, Octavia looked up angrily at the Nightmare, facing evil incarnate and spitting in her face...literally.

A mare of her class and standard knew exactly what it was like to get into a back-alley Canterlot street brawl with a rival, in particular, little Miss Whats-her-face that played second violin in the orchestra she was in. The bitch had jumped her in a bout of jealous rage, and after a heated battle, used her fiddle to try to saw in between Octavia’s exposed pussy. Just for that, she earned a cello to the face, leaving her a broken mess on the rainy, puddle-ridden street. The stories from Octavia’s all-girl’s academy were far more violent.

Octavia’s opponent reacted exactly how she was had anticipated her to, with shock and disgust. Rarity recoiled violently with a loud ‘urgh!’, giving Octavia time to push against both of Rarity’s breasts to pull herself away from the unwelcome hug and to give herself enough distance so she could send a rocking one-two combination to Rarity’s cheeks!

*WHAM* *WHAM*

One after the other, two fiery fists smashed into the Nightmare’s head, snapping the poor mare’s view from left to right in quick succession, before a brutal stomach blow in the form of an angry uppercut forced her to double-over. It smacked her back so hard into the corner that the ring shook, trapping her there as Octavia went to town with the bustier, bigger mare.

There were no words exchanged, and any trash-talking was done entirely by flying fists, colliding with soft, feminine bodies. Sweat began to bead on their foreheads and breasts as the sizzling heat from the spotlights around the arena began to take its toll on the gorgeous ladies. Octavia managed another two hooks to Rarity’s face, bruising her cheeks and leaving her with an open cut from where her glove violently grazed against her prussian-purple hued lip-sticked lips, before a white-hot pain exploded between her legs. Her maw dropped open, and she looked down in horror to find Rarity’s glove between her legs, as if she’d been trying to shove her fingers up her tight, Vinyl-owned pussy, only to have the glove smash into her ultra-sensitive pussy lips….but that was hardly the worst of her problems. Rarity grunted, and her arm tensed powerfully with effort as she began to LIFT Octavia off her feet!

“AUUUGGGGGGGGGGGH!” She shrieked to the heavens as she was hoisted up and onto Rarity’s shoulders, who paraded her around with glee as she bobbed her up and down by the pussy with the same glove. Octavia’s legs kicked about violently as her body spasmed with agony, while the scrappy fighter in her grabbed Rarity by the head and began pounding her like an MMA fighter. She didn’t have the range or the power of a competent clinch-boxer, but it still stung like the dickens, and Rarity was becoming increasingly frustrated by the bee-like zipping of Octavia’s fist and the sharp thumping her forehead was receiving. She growled, spinning the duo around and shoulder-checking Octavia into the corner, causing the ring to shake violently again as Octavia was sandwiched between solid muscle, hard bone, and the unforgiving corner post that made her front and back explode with agony.

Her head lolled weakly as spit drooled from the open lips, before she snapped back to reality and opted to start punching Rarity in the head again, only to squeak as the wicked mare launched a close-range uppercut to the pit of her belly, rattling her insides...repeatedly, as one punch after the other began to rain down upon her, making her knees tremble again as she hung onto the other mare for dear life, her body rattling again and again with every blow. She choked, and swallowed the contents of her belly with a weak croak as Rarity finally slowed down a little, looking exhausted from the sudden burst of energy she had expended to leave Octavia’s trim, but tender stomach looking like she’d been hit multiple times by bowling balls shot from Pinkie’s cannon.

Rarity pulled away and let the mare drop to her knees, wheezing for air and clutching her belly. With a sick grin and a penchant for sadism, Rarity laughed in a most ladylike manner, looking down at her opponent and watching her own cock throb and rise all the more. It was unbearable, and her lust was boiling over, wanting nothing more than to take her victim in the ring and humiliate her in front of the roaring audience.

Octavia looked up and yowled as Rarity’s bare foot smashed into her face, stomping her to the ground repeatedly as she remained pinned in the corner. “What does it feel like to be a pathetic insecccttttt, hmmmm? Even a changeling would have put up a better fight than you, and you call yourself an Earth pony! I remembered them to be tougher, ha-ha!” She laughed uproariously, before finally, and mercifully, pulling away so she could have the pleasure of working the crowd up to greater heights of euphoria, grabbing her cock and squeezing her breasts for the degenerates and encouraging them to yell harder and praise her glory while she began yelling what she was going to do to Octavia’s pussy and mouth. 

***

Octavia grit her teeth and pulled herself off the ground, pausing for a brief moment to spit limply and shake her head, ridding herself of the taste of salt and dirt on her tongue whilst clearing her head. The wad of drool ended up on her luscious, sweat-covered breasts, causing them to glisten all the more as she panted harshly. With a growl, she wiped off the remainder with her forearm and forced herself to get back up with the help of the ring ropes, standing on wobbly knees and trembling arms, but standing nonetheless, quite the feat for a mare who’d just been beaten down upon by a mare that could rival a goddess. “Whorse!” She called out to Rarity, whose ear flicked in annoyance at the crude word. “I’m not done with you yet!” She yelled.

The wicked villainess of a mare turned and smiled, still cooly, lazily jerking her hard-on in her glove for the crowd to adore. “Oh? What a coincidence.” She laughed, before finally tuning fully and going into a fighting stance, lifting her now sticky purple gloves up as she prepared to go into another sortie with the snorting Earth Mare. “I’ll tryyy not to end you too quickly, darling.” 

Octavia didn’t pay heed to the snide comment, and she powered out of the corner like an angry bull seeing red, wanting to get much needed payback for the first round, to which Rarity, back arched, chest out and proud, all but smirked wickedly; she stepped into Octavia’s way and swung a devestating right hook to the mare’s head, only to swing a path through the air as the grey mare ducked, causing Rarity to gasp a little..she was quicker than she looked!

Before she could say a single word, *WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM*, the musical mare unloaded three shots into her belly, left-right-left in a quick succession of uppercuts, each blow managing to produce a shockwave hard enough to cause Rarity’s heavy slut-breasts to bounce saucily...but that was the least of her problems. Rarity’s eyes went wide like saucers, and she coughed harshly, getting spit onto Octavia’s face as she stared at her, dumbfounded, as if she’d been stabbed. “You-”

*WHAM!*

Octavia finished with a rousing uppercut to the chin, smashing her fist as hard as she could into Rarity’s jaw and sending her head snapping backwards amid a spray of saliva!

The crowd roared in approval at the masterful move, and many leaned on the edges of their wet seats as Rarity’s breasts jiggled wildly in the air, almost smacking her chin as she stumbled back, stunned, but not out of the fight! With a rousing battlecry, she leaned back in Octavia’s direction, letting herself careen towards the other mare who was coming after her like a shark does after her prey...and as one does to an incoming shark, she smashed her fist into Octavia’s nose, the blow hitting the Canterlot socialite like a runaway cart! A cloud of blood sprayed into the heated, midnight air as Octavia was sent flying into the ropes, her snout bent a little backwards, a very clear display that it had been fractured.

Rarity panted roughly and smirked, before rushing into Octavia with a tit-to-tit smash; her bigger, firmer, juicier mammaries crashing into the diva’s ones with gusto, causing her to all but screech as her sensitive breasts were flattened under the might of the other mare’s pair… 

“I’m going to show everypony here that I’m not just the better fighter, but the better mare all around,” Rarity purred, smirking as she eyed Octavia’s broken muzzle. “And you’re going to regret ever challenging me!”

She backed off, wanting to come in for another tit-smashing, only to let out a shrill scream as Octavia lashed out with her foot, smashing it between Rarity’s legs; her big toe stabbing into Rarity’s exposed, throbbing clit so hard she forced it back into its sheath and caused the other wicked mare to squirt onto the floor.

“GAAAAH!” She backed off, clutching her positively aching cunny as she teared up and coughed, giving Octavia time to recover as she slid off the ropes and, in a stunning display of badassery, reset her nose with  a crunch by tugging at it firmly with her glove, whilst shooting the other bitch a death glare. She’d have just enough to Rarity’s bitch mouth, and she displayed her contempt by coming back into the fight with a savage one-two cross combination to Rarity’s lips, plowing her fists into her face twice in quick succession and smashing Rarity’s head backwards from the force of the blow.

The Nightmare-mare groaned as she backed off further, one glove on her cunt, the other now nursing her swollen lips; it was by some miracle that the blows didn’t pop her lips open, but that was all the comfort she would get as Octavia followed up with a brutal knee-strike to the pit of Rarity’s belly, causing the purple maned villiainess to glurk and dry-heave whilst doubling over, coughing wetly and loudly; left winded and positively stunned from the sudden blow.

“Say that again, you arrogant muddle-headed mare!” Octavia raised her arm and plowed her elbow into Rarity’s back, thumping hard into her spine and causing her to shriek as she dropped onto her knees in absolute, mind-boggling agony.

“Agggrrrr, I’ll break your body in two just for that, you bitch!” Rarity hissed as Octavia backed off, wanting to catch her breath from the savage sortie.The beautiful, busty mare groaned as a trail of saliva dribbled from her mouth and pooled on the sweat and bloodstained mat. She picked herself up, rising on wobbly knees as she raised her gloves once more, only to get a devastating toe kick that slipped between her gloves; the musician’s dainty foot arching delightfully and the tip of her toe driving deep into Rarity’s tender belly….she ‘whoooooofed’ loudly as the air rushed out of her lungs, before she doubled over, clutching her aching gut in pain.

“Keep talking!” Octavia hissed back, before stepping forward with all the grace of a Canterlot socialite and grabbing the wicked woman by her exceptionally long horn (the one on her head!). She lifted the mare’s head up so they would see eye-to-eye in naught but a physical sense, before she cocked her arm back and let loose a massive, plowing cross into Rarity’s muzzle, resulting in a dull, wet smack and a yowl as a spray of blood, spit and sweat was cast into the air.

She let go on impact, sending Rarity flying back into the corner with a groan. The big titted, big-cocked mare arched her back sensually as she moaned in pain; the turnbuckles of the ring - having been gilded in gold for visual purposes and naught more - had rocked her shoulders and spine to the point that her entire body was still rattling with the dull shaking of the ring. Rarity wheezed, blinking weakly as she tried to make out the approaching, blurry form of the other mare, only to get a proper sock to the left breast, causing her to squeal shrilly as Octavia’s unforgiving leather-clad fist flattened the supple, sensual melon-like globe, before the other soon followed; the breast’s sister meeting the sister of Octavia’s fist. BAP-BAP-BAP-BAP, like an automated crossbow, Octavia went to town on those marvelous breasts, punching them black and blue and purple (even more than Rarity’s fur would brightly show!), leaving the villainess croaking as fire ripped through her proud chest. She roared, rising her foot up to go for a kick, trying to catch Octavia in the belly to stun her so she could have, at the very least, a few seconds to breathe - 

-only to get her foot caught in Octavia’s arm. 

“Hnh?! Foal, let go, le- AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” 

The crowd collectively ‘ooooh-ed’ in sympathy as Octavia used her free fist to plow into Rarity’s proud cock and royal jewels, digging her fist as deep as it would go into the mass of hard, throbbing fuckflesh, before twisting from side-to-side to grinnnnnnd the leather into Rarity’s privates. Even a Dark Queen would be forgiven for succumbing to such vicious torture, though in such a case of a fight between two mares, the crowd would give no such quarter to the villainess.

They cheered.

They cheered as Rarity flopped back onto the corner upon being released, wheezing harshly, causing her cock and breasts to bob in time to her labored breaths. Her mane was now a mess, sticking damply to her sweat-matted face and chest, and she could barely see Octavia strip her gloves off and dump them onto the mat, before brushing the purple and silver strands of oily hair away from Rarity’s eyes. 

“I think it’s about time you go back to where you came from, demon…” She leaned in and drove her uncushioned fist into Rarity’s guts, causing the other mare’s knees to buckle and for her to shudder as she dry heaved onto Octavia’s proud chest, leaving ropes of spittle behind as she coughed harshly. Rarity barely felt Octavia disarming her either, pulling her luxurious, blood-encrusted boxing gloves from her wrists and hands.

Her eyes were marred with a blurry visage; the lack of oxygen and the sheer demand of it her body needed was slowly taking its toll on her, and she barely noticed the other mare balance herself on the ropes, before sliding herself behind her so she could take a seat at the very top of the turnbuckle.

“...appropriate that I get a little payback for before, BITCH!” The Canterlot mare growled as she suddenly looped her arms around Rarity’s slender neck, and pulled HARD, causing the other mare to croak loudly as she was LIFTED up onto her tip-toes. It was a miracle that she didn’t snap right then and there, but Octavia was far from done.

“N-no, mercy!” The Dark Queen croaked as she was held in that position for a moment; her airway constricted to the point that she could only let out a tiny wheeze, before she kicked out wildly as Octavia, in a display of Earth pony might, lifted the mare completely off her feet with naught but her arms. She secured her in her left arm in a reverse guillotine, leaving Rarity’s front facing the crowd as her breasts and cock jolted wildly as she struggled, only to stop when Octavia snaked her shapely legs around Rarity’s waist, before sandwiching the mare’s big, juicy shaft between her soft, delicate soles.

“Celestia’s will demands all demons be destroyed, and by Celestia, I’m sending you straight to Tartarus!” Octavia roared with Inquisition-esque fury, before arching her own back and pulling as hard as she could on Rarity’s slender neck; causing her to rise further and be left utterly dangling by the hangmare’s makeshift noose; a noose of pulsing muscle and righteous vengeance.

With a little sense of sadism amid the surge of adrenaline, Octavia pumped her feet, footjobbing Rarity’s goddessly shaft while she bobbed the mare in her grasp by the neck at the same time, using the bigger mare’s weight against her as her neck creaked increasingly audibly, eventually becoming louder than the mare’s own pitiable gasps…

And it would not be long before the crowd would find a measure of...relief, for those who were eagerly beating along to the beat, as Rarity spasmed violently as her cock spewed a heavy, heavy rope of bubbing, creamy Queen semen onto the mat in one blast, just as one particularly hard jerk and bob finally made her neck snap, finishing her off as she was left dangling, convulsing as she orgasmed the same time her consciousness was snuffed. Her cock had a mind of its own, blasting rope upon rope of creamy seed onto the mat, humiliating herself further as her eyes rolled up to the back of her head as she wheezed her last, and emptied both her balls and bladder onto the mat before being released. Like a heavy, organic mannequin with cut strings, she slumped, lifeless, defeated, to be banished to a different realm until her incorporeal form amassed enough energy to be back for round two….a silent, lingering curse upon all as a starry cloud emerged from Rarity’s limp lips whilst the inky blackness faded from her pristine, white fur, her injuries correcting itself as her own magical body-clock rewinded itself back to normal, leaving her unconscious to awake later feeling terribly guilty about her corruption to the Nightmare. Octavia all but huffed, and raised her weary arms with a weak smile as she soaked up the cheers of the crowd for her stunning victory, both over a goddessly villainess, and an old rival.

A well-earned victory.