From the beginning to the end.
Twilight opened her eyes. The cavernous room was dark and cold, but she wasn’t alone. Sombra was sitting in his throne, grinning at her; his smug smile oozing confidence.
Twilight pinned her ears back and plastered her wings to her side in dismay. For some reason she'd hoped to wake up to a different nightmare. Tears trickled down her cheek as she fumbled with the tight leather collar that nearly choked her, a gruesome reminder of her position as a slave.
Leather was an oddity for most ponies, so in a regrettable moment of curiosity she had once asked him about the collar. In answer, she had received images in her head, visions of a young filly that had been captured by Sombra. The filly had been tortured and beaten, her skin flayed from her living body. Then she saw a vision of that same skin curing, and being worked into the collar she wore. Her leggings and tail wrap looked and felt the same—they were possibly from the same filly. Twilight had never asked again to find out; she was afraid to know the truth either way.
Twilight let her hoof drop, she was done remembering. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she focused on her inevitable task. Sombra would have work for her soon. Blinking, she waited for the command until a vision of Sombra's erect cock filled her mind, and she knew what he wanted.
At first Twilight had tried to resist his orders. After all, she had originally come to the Crystal Empire to fight him. Her sister in law, Cadence, had begged for Twilight’s help to defend her kingdom and Twilight had quickly answered, along with Celestia and Luna. They had thought that four alicorns working together could defeat the monster and rescue the kingdom. They had been wrong.
When it became clear that they were outmatched by the immortal warlock, Twilight had chosen to sacrifice herself by creating a distraction so that the others could escape.
She fluffed her wings at the memory, remembering when she had foolishly dared to challenge Sombra head on and alone. The one sided fight danced across her mind as she gingerly leaned forward, and nuzzled against his exposed sheath. She knew better now. He'd quickly taught her the difference in their power, a difference she'd never be allowed to forget.
Softly rubbing her nose against his sheath, she began to lightly nibble around his warm cock skin. As she breathed in his scent, she mused over it. His musk was strong, and had a telltale bite of ozone. Sombra was saturated in pure magic; even as her lips danced gently across his growing cock they tingled from the arcane pulse within him.
Her hope had been strong at first, along with her attempts at resistance. Originally she had believed that the others would come and save her. She'd fought back the first several times he'd raped her, struggling to escape and pouring painful magic into her crystal entombed horn. It had been worse than futile, it had been pitiful.
Every feeble attempt at a spell had only embarrassed her as the magic impotently strained through the embedded black crystals, leaving a horrible burning sensation not unlike the bile left in the back of her throat after vomiting. It burnt for several uncomfortable minutes after every attempt, and by now she was loathe to even think of casting a spell. Sombra had completely neutered her horn, and over time even her sense of hope.
Humming to distract her mind from both her musings and her task, Twilight gave a long, slow lick up the length of his now erect cock. Sombra only smiled, his grin stretching like a predator's as sharp fangs jutted from his mouth.
Of course, he had long since taught her to be obedient, even if she was unwilling. Twilight raised a hoof to his balls, and gently rolled them as she began to lick and nibble the side of his cock in earnest. She made sure to smear her saliva across his shaft and up her cheek. Sombra enjoyed the cooling sensation of her spit, and if he decided to take this further, it would make it less painful for her. She'd learned little tricks like this over the years.
Had it been years? It felt like years. She had long since lost count of the number of times she'd been made to service the king. She no longer felt reluctance, disgust, or even revulsion from her task. Her daily work was just that—her work. Sombra had kept her alive for one thing only, and she'd grown adept at the task over time. After all, she was still an excellent student.
Twilight lowered her head, taking one of his hanging balls into her mouth. She even liked this part now, the brief moment where she held him in her mouth and could bite him. Twilight met his eyes, and seductively moaned as she carefully massaged his ballsack with her tongue. Of course, she'd never actually bite him; she wasn’t suicidal. At least not anymore.
She had a vision, this time of herself turned around and presenting. Twilight looked up from his cock and shuddered as she gave it one final, wet lick. He was eager today. Usually he fucked her throat for a while first.
Slowly, she got to her feet and turned around. She kept her ears pinned back and her wings pressed tightly shut in protest, but otherwise made no move to resist him. Sighing, Twilight bent down towards the floor. Her back end was raised up in offering to the dark lord as she strained to spread herself wide—she had nothing left to hide, and no reason left to hide it. He knew that part of her in greater detail than she did by now. The base of her tail twitched as the tail wrap was slid slightly up by his magic, compressing her tail into a rope like style that allowed her enslaved cunt to be more accessible to him.
He preferred it like that, with nothing between him and his favorite part of his slave. Twilight shuddered, wondering when she had become so compliant for him. For a long time, maybe even months, he had kept her limbs entombed in crystal like her horn. How many times had it taken before she didn't need restraints? How many times was it before she had begged and sobbed for his mercy instead of his defeat? She couldn't remember.
Magic tingled up and down her back as Sombra slowly climbed up her body. Twilight didn't shudder or shake anymore. The sensation was intimately familiar, and she knew she'd have to support his weight while he raped her. Occasionally she had to remind herself that this was rape, even if her emotions had long since bled dry on the matter.
A cool mist rolled over her shoulder as he slid comfortably into place. The disturbing part for Twilight was always how normal this all felt. Sombra settled on top of her so naturally now that she was comforted by it. Normalcy made her feel better, and the fact that they both knew their steps in this dance by heart helped her stay sane. At least, it would if she thought she was still sane. Twilight unfortunately knew what the next vision would be even before it happened, so she mentally steeled herself.
The vision filled her mind as she saw her pussy, dripping wet and swollen with arousal. This vision was predictive, he was talking dirty to her, telling her what he was going to do to her body with images and the feelings that went with them. She didn't fight the sensations as the vision etched into her thoughts. It no longer bothered her that he could control her like this. The first several times it happened she'd tried to fight it, but it had been a herculean effort. Sometimes she could win, but all she won was an especially painful experience when he inevitably physically raped her. She didn't fight it anymore, there was nothing to gain.
A warm throb pulsed through her body and her breathing grew heavy. She chuckled darkly as her pussy grew warm and wet, a thick slime slowly dripped down her leg. It always amused her that this was his idea of foreplay. More images burned through her mind, faster and a more pornographic. He was going to fuck her. She could see his cock spearing her, splitting her. She could see her open, screaming mouth as he fucked her, and the strand of saliva dripping from it as she groaned in ecstasy.
Twilight didn't fight it, she let him rape her in her mind. She lowered her nose to the ground, idly smelling a scorch mark from before, from when she was captured. Her mind wandered into memories mixed with forced obscenities. She had burned a hole in the floor, and nearly melted through to the foundation during their battle. Sometimes she could still smell the smoke.
The fight felt like it could have been yesterday, when he had thrown her to the ground and jumped on her. That was the first time she’d been raped. It had been entirely mental, but his mental assaults were often worse than his physical ones. She’d screamed out in defiance as he’d pumped her mind full of images and commands. She’d resisted then, but she didn’t win. He wouldn’t let her back then.
By the time he pulled his horn away from her body, she was a quivering, crying mess with no rational thought left. He’d used her, assaulted, and broken her in a scant few minutes of mental torture. She’d never had an orgasm before, and he’d wracked her body with them—not for pleasure, but as a tool to paralyze her. The chaste virgin princess that she’d been hadn’t been prepared for that. That alone would have been enough to keep her placid long enough for him to trap her limbs in crystal, but he hadn’t stopped there. Oh no.
Then had come the pain.
Twilight blinked away the memories, ignoring the scorch mark on the floor as a new barrage of debauched visions filled her mind. She needed to focus on her work. He was going to finish inside today. She saw him pull out of her abused, red pussy as a warm milky fluid leaked out. She shuddered uncontrollably.
She didn’t feel him violate her when he did this, but her body always reacted like it was real. It was surreal, knowing her pussy was empty and feeling it quiver and squeeze around a cock that wasn’t there. At some point even her wings had betrayed her, raising up in a clear signal of arousal.
The image bespoke finality, she knew that was how her work would end today. But his “foreplay” wasn’t over. Twilight quivered as more images and sensations filled her body. These weren’t predictive, they weren’t a promise. They were merely stimulation. His dirty talk was about to get much more filthy.
Twilight saw his massive veiny cock spear her ass, forcing it open wide. The vision caused her actual tail to shake and quiver as her sphincter rhythmically tightened and relaxed at his command. She bit her lip and moaned as another imaginary violation took place, and her body reacted. Slowly, her hips began move in rhythm with the phantasmal debauchery. She wasn’t sure if the slow gyration was her doing or his.
Groaning, she let her tongue loll out of her head as her ears pressed forward in eager excitement, the last sign of resistance melting from her body language. Twilight lied to herself that it was involuntary, but somewhere inside she still knew the truth. It was actual submission, a clear and intentional sign to her master that she was more than willing, she was anticipating. This was both the worst and best part—the part where she gave up and he fucked her. He’d use her, rape her, and force her to cum.
Twilight spread her legs wider and grunted as a cock that wasn’t there bottomed out in her ass. She smiled as a feeling began to rise within her, a growing sensation that she’d had thousands of times with him by now. Her master preferred a wet and willing slave, and a mare was both of these things the moment after her orgasm. Twilight had quickly learned that she was no different. Her master was a thorough teacher.
Twilight’s mouth opened unconsciously and she moaned as her body was forced to move of its own accord. More images flooded her mind as an illusory cock slid into her mouth and into her pussy as well. Twilight shuddered and grunted in pleasure. Her master was being generous to her today, he must be in a good mood.
She couldn’t talk like this, not that she would. Her mouth and tongue fought to lick and massage the dick that was being forced down her throat as she gagged on nothing. Her pussy grew even more wet, leaking thick juice as it fruitlessly squeezed on a phantom cock. Twilight’s mind faltered, flickering wildly between thoughts as she was raped.
It was still rape, right?
The thought was forgotten as all she could focus on was the moment—the heat, the rhythm, the wet squishing noises her pussy was making all on its own, her wildly flicking tongue and throaty groans, the obscene pornography flowing through her mind, and the wonderful electric arcs of pleasure that paralyzed her core.
Twilight convulsed and shuddered, consciously admitting that she wanted what Sombra wanted. She didn’t bother lying to herself any more, instead ensuring that thought after thought was her openly pleading with him. He didn’t need to hear her to know her plea, he always knew what she was thinking. He knew that she was his, and that she was begging him, begging her master for more.
A vision filled her mind, she saw her pussy and ass being ravaged by his cock, and then a tongue lapped at her obscenely engorged and bobbing clit. She convulsed, moaning loudly around the invisible cock in her mouth as the rough lick on her twitching clit finally lit her body on fire. Tongues descended on her body in a full assault, their soft squishy wetness wiping and licking every inch of her as she submitted to her master completely.
Her eyes rolled back and she gurgled helplessly as his power compelled an immoral surrender out of her. Sublime pleasure ravaged her body she came, while her mind was tortured between disgust and sickening euphoria. While it was mostly His stimulation that overcame her, it was her submission that truly made it ecstasy. Twilight had willingly given in, begging her captor and tormentor to make her cum. She always did.
Even in the beginning, the awful first few times years ago, he would carry her to and over that corrupting line. He was the one that had taught her about sexuality, and in the process He had taught her what she truly was. Twilight moaned as her ass and pussy clenched tightly, both squeezing on nothing as she rolled her hips forward. A titanic need was released, squirting out her backside and drenching the floor in cum as her insides rhythmically pulsed.
She was his toy, his living doll. He’d merely pressed a button and she’d responded like she was programmed to. She loved every depraved second of it.
Riding out her orgasm, Twilight thanked her master by staying on her feet and keeping her bound and wet tail flagged to the side. A throaty moan echoed through the empty castle as the illusory cock was pulled out of her mouth. Gasping for breath, she could taste the bitter, salty cum of her master coating her throat even if she couldn’t feel it.
A fresh dribble of marecum dripped from her quivering lower lips as the phantom cock slid smoothly out of it.
Twilight shivered in satisfaction. As she came down from her high, she mused over her day and how her mood had changed through it. She woke up dismayed and reluctant, accepted her fate, unwillingly served, and then slowly became a willing participant. She was amused at how she imagined she looked, standing there dripping with cum and lust—by now, she was far more than a willing mare.
The mare that woke up would always be disgusted by her fate, but would always eventually turn into this shameless slut. Twilight licked the phantom cum off her lips. She wondered why she always feared the transformation when she woke up, because right then she loved what she’d become.
Twilight pushed the mental cock out of her ass, adding some of her own imagination to the pornographic image being fed to her. She pretended it was flaccid after her service, that she had drained it of its essence and sucked its vitality into herself through her sexuality, actually satiating her master. She forced her legs slightly wider, clenching her ass and stretching her tail to help spread her pussy for His pleasure.
Twilight began to laugh, still riding high on her orgasmic euphoria as her master slid into her soaking depths for real. His cock hurt her this time, but she didn’t mind. Sometimes that happened with him, he was just too big for her. Still, she relished the obscene act through the biting pain.
He pressed hard, his balls slapping wetly against her soaked and engorged clit sending a delicious tingle across her squeezing cunt. Twilight loved how it felt when he pressed deep into her, forcing her tail to push even further to the side with his heavy body. Her pussy was stretched painfully to the limit, but she just grinned and pressed back into him. It just felt so good being filled by her master, everything just felt right.
She giggled in lurid amusement at how fucked up she’d become as she wildly rode his cock. She was sure that she had gone some kind of crazy long ago, but she didn’t care anymore. Years of sexual torture would do that to anypony, even a princess. Before he’d caught her, she’d never even had an orgasm. Now it took a dick in her pussy, ass, and mouth along with a cavalcade of tongues to get her off. She’d worked up to that with her Master’s help, of course.
As he pounded into her harder, he caused her legs to nearly give out from the force. She managed to brace herself, holding her body up and ready for her master. Smirking, she planted her feet, causing the crystal tile to crack. She knew she could take the physical assault. Twilight moaned, letting her tongue hang lazily out as she relished the sensation of his heavy body slamming down on her, and his giant cock stretching her insides.
The sensation wasn’t the wild, ecstatic pleasure that had wracked her earlier. Instead, it felt like a particularly satisfying deep message, releasing built up pressures and tenseness. She was relaxing as he fucked her, letting him pump wildly into her and moaning in pleasurable contentment. She might cum again, she might not, she didn’t care right then—it was simply euphoric.
A quiet grunt escaped her master, causing her to sneer in victorious amusement. He never spoke. That was the closest she’d ever gotten to hearing his voice. As she thought about the vocal slip up on her masters part, her heart beat frantically, slowly bringing back the wild abandon of earlier. He’d never even come close to losing control around her, she had to see more. She wanted him to cum in her, to fill her up and moan as he did. She wanted him to bite her, to buck like a wild animal as he claimed her. Twilight sought out what she wanted.
Twilight had learned how to fight his mental assaults, even if she couldn’t win. But she could use that knowledge and those skills for more than just fighting against him. She channeled her desire, imagining scenes where he groaned, biting her neck roughly as he wildly pumped her full of his seed. She wanted him to finish, to cum inside of her and leave her with a sticky reminder. She wanted him to moan and scream. She wanted to hear him say her name.
With every rough thrust, she begged him. She focused her mind, emptying it of all thoughts but that scene—the image of him cumming and the sound of his voice. She imagined how it would feel, she squeezed his cock, begging him with her body as she moaned in ecstasy.
Sombra raised himself off her back as he thrust, giving her room to tilt her neck and look at him. She begged with her eyes, willing, wishing, and pleading for him to cum in her, to give her a deep and fulfilling reward for being a good slave. Certainly she deserved to hear her masters passionate voice, if only once.
He smiled at her, reinforcing her mental image with his own. Details were added—the smell of sex, her tired muscles, his throbbing cock, the pain as he bit her neck—her mental image became one of his illusory commands and she experienced it.
Twilight now had two cocks in her pussy, one giant hard one thrusting violently as it brutally stretched her, and a ghost cock that pulsed and quivered as it squirted to fill her with warm seed. She felt her back left leg began to quiver uncontrollably, rapidly sliding and shaking in small, violent movements.
She fought to control it, but couldn’t manage. She knew she had to keep standing; she had to support her master while he fucked her, but the mental command was consuming her mind. She had no willpower to fight the quickly rising orgasm, only stave it off as long as possible. Twilight wailed in a tormented ecstasy, screaming with her tongue hanging out and dripping saliva as she fought to hold back with the last of her mind, occasionally groaning as he fucked her. In some small part of her mind, she was dismayed that she had again failed, but that part was quickly silenced by the euphoria of being conquered by her master once more.
The battle was lost, and she wailed loudly somewhere between a scream and a moan. Loud slapping and her animalistic screams were the only sounds to fill the empty throne room. Twilight came hard, giving up her fight and submitting once more. Her screams became panicked as she felt her horn pulse, and frantically fought to hold back the surprise rush of a magic orgasm. She failed, and a dim purple pulse of light escaped through her entombed horn, illuminating the room as her magic agonizingly forced its way through the black crystals—causing her scream to become anguished. Her leg violently raised and kicked to the side, uncontrollably shivering as she was forced to hold it locked straight out.
She had utterly failed on all fronts. Her master had stayed silent, she was collapsing, and the painful throb in her horn had overcame her. Twilight’s mind faltered, confused, pained and still in the throes of orgasm.
An iron hoof fell to her side to support both of them as Sombra picked her up by the other hoof and pulled her back into his thrust.
Twilight just shivered. She couldn’t stand on her own, she couldn’t think, and she couldn’t breathe. Her entire body was frozen, every muscle tight and screaming as Sombra held her to his chest with his impossibly strong arms.
A blinding pain filled her head as her magic painfully oozed through the crystal cage around her horn in slow, heavy throbs. Its caustic burn reminded her of how he neutered her, how he ultimately conquered the princess of magic and turned her into this abhorrent mockery of what she’d been. The thought was too much for her battered mind and Twilight lightly came once more from that thought, shuddering weakly around his cock as she held on to his arm for support and let her eyes fill with burning tears; the occasional slow blink driving them down her cheeks as she blankly looked around the softly glowing room.
Rolling, quivering, light orgasms rocked her body as her mind struggled to regain control of the situation and failed spectacularly. She had been conquered so many times before that her body was well trained; even when her mind had failed. Sombra liked his mares wet and helpless, and her body was his toy. Another electric pulse of pleasure shattered her thoughts.
Her master interrupted her fluttering waves of ecstasy with a final thrust, forcing her body roughly down on his dick like some kind of cock sleeve toy. As he impaled her deeper than before, something inside her broke, splitting open for her master. Twilight opened her mouth, but no sound came out as she was painfully torn inside. Even if she could have comprehended it, pain meant nothing anymore.
He held her tight as he came inside of her, his cock throbbed and quivered inside of Twilight’s body as it filled her with his seed. All she could do was hold onto his arm, leaning on him for strength as her body was marked as his once more.
Twilight began to cry while he came. Her mind re-collected, allowing her to think. Her master was strong, and he was being uncharacteristically kind to her. He had let her hear his voice, and visited her body with ecstasy. He’d even fulfilled one of her requests and supported her when she was too weak to stand on her own.
As she came down from her orgasmic high, her mind was filled with gratitude and her face was filled with reverent tears. She nuzzled his clenching arm as he held her, his cock still rhythmically pumping her full of his seed. The magic leaking from her horn burned like acid down her head, but she relished the pain. It was a memory of what he’d taken from her. The theft of her magic was one of his many gifts to her.
When she’d first been captured, he would have caused her pain if she had acted like this. But they were both past that now. He knew her mind, and she knew it as well. She was his slave, willing and obedient. She was grateful for his seed, and overjoyed at his pleasure. Her mind might waiver, like this morning, but even then she would never disobey. Not since a long time ago.
Sombra gently lowered Twilight, letting her stand on her own hooves as her leg relaxed and came down. She slowly and unwillingly let go of his strong, supportive arm then wiped the tears from her eyes. The sex was over, her work was done and she’d performed excellently today, as always. But she still had lingering concerns. Something was different today, but she couldn’t figure out what. That bothered her. By now she should know her master better than this.
Her master was in high spirits, and she was infected by his mood. She lightly chuckled in amusement, looking around the throne room. It was night time, and the crystal castle was still battered with remnants of their fight. The roof was cracked with a giant hole where she’d been thrown down from. She could even see the crater where she’d slammed into the ground.
She smirked in tired amusement as she looked at it—how hard she’d fought. The floor was crossed with burn marks where she had tried to blast him with magic. How utterly foolish she’d been.
Sombra pulled his softening dick from her pussy with a contented chuckle. She glanced back to watch as it pulled out of her, dripping slime on the floor as it swayed back and forth between his legs. She loved just looking at his cock when she was in this post coital mood. There was something primal and satisfying about knowing that she had done that to his cock. Still, this time the slime was a frothy mix of white and red, he’d probably hurt her badly when he took her this time, something had definitely split inside of her.
Twilight didn’t worry about it—he’d take care of her. Not because he cared about her personally, but because he’d spent so much time and effort training her. She was to be one of his immortal concubines, he’d shown her that before as well. The image he’d sent was of him was sitting on the Canterlot throne with Luna and Celestia lounging next to him, their eyes dripping green and black fire. Cadence and Twilight were both licking his dick, and all of the princesses were wearing dark leather collars and purposeful tail wraps. It had been one of his predictive commands, a simple statement about her future.
Twilight shook the memory as she regained her breath while her master stepped back and off of her. She hadn’t received any more commands so she waited. Whatever he had in store for her next, he would let her know soon. She was never without some task, not that she minded.
A warm lick ran up her backside, digging lightly into her defiled pussy and dancing up her asshole to the base of her tail. She was startled by it, but quickly remembered that on rare occasions her master liked to remind her that he owned her. He was claiming her with a lick. While it was slightly juvenile, it was also incredibly primal. Twilight shivered; she was his in every way.
An abnormal command was passed into her head. She was to kiss him. Twilight was amazed, she’d never been ordered to kiss him. What did this mean? She’d been his slave for years now and never been commanded to kiss him. Fuck him, blow him, lick his ass out, she’d done those things. But those were just sex acts, she’d done thousands of sex acts for Sombra. She’d never in her life kissed anypony, and her first was going to be her master.
Smiling, grateful tears still in her eyes, she turned to him and wrapped her hooves around him like a lover, just as the vision had been shown to her. She was excited that he wanted something so personal from her, that she could fill such a need for him. She had never thought she’d be anything more than a slave to him, but now he was going to be her first kiss. She briefly looked in his eyes, a breath away from his face. His visage was steely and cold, like usual, but there was a hint of amusement behind his eyes. He was pleased. Carefully, her heart beating as fast as a hummingbird, she leaned forward and slid her tongue into his mouth.
Several things happened at once. She could taste herself, a bitter iron flavor mixed with his salty and sticky cum as her tongue met his. Magic coursed through his lips, doing something to her, causing her to shiver. Her eyes blinked, and the world seemed more clear. Her mind felt loose, like she could think again. Disoriented and suddenly scared, Twilight stepped away from her master, ripping roughly from the kiss as he darkly laughed.
She was confused. She’d been a good slave, so why had he tormented her like that? She looked around the room in a panic as more unwelcome thoughts filled her mind. Something was wrong. She didn’t normally think so much. Her mind grew faster, putting more information together before she could stop it.
The burn marks across the floor were still smoking. Blood was dripping from a wound on her wing, where he had struck her during their fight, years past. It had long ago healed, why was it back?
It had healed, right?
Twilight turned towards Sombra as he stared silently at her, a cruel mirth dancing just under his eyes. She just kept thinking that it was impossible; everything she saw was impossible. And yet when she looked down at the floor, parts were still molten from her magic blasts. She could still feel the magical signature from them, it was undoubtedly hers.
Shakily, Twilight walked to where he had first claimed her, years ago. She put a hoof on the ground, feeling for anything. There was a wet spot. In fact, there was more than one. Carefully, she got down on the ground and lay like she had when he’d mentally assaulted her, when he’d taken her and raped her mind for the first time. When he’d shown her what submission and sexuality was and what she would eventually become. She’d had dreams about that first and final defeat in the years since.
She’d also ruminated, reminisced, and recalled it in great detail—hundreds of times over. She could remember every sickening image he’d sent in that assault, and her body’s confused and wild responses. It was a source of both revulsion and arousal for her, her first total submission to her master.
Carefully she lay her head down, and found that it fell into a cooling puddle of tears and drool. Her hind quarters lay in an uncomfortably sticky puddle where she had leaked out, years ago.
Twilight curled up into a ball on the floor, confused and terrified at what had happened to her. Had it been real? Had those years happened or had they all been some kind of nightmare, a mental labyrinth of time that he’d trapped her in?
Sombra walked to the throne and sat in it, lazily watching her break down. He leaned to the side and put his head on one hoof, sending visions to her, explaining everything.
She saw herself fall, fighting and struggling to get up when he blasted her to the ground. Then he approached her and pressed his horn to hers. Twilight saw herself collapse and shudder on the ground as though she was having a seizure. Obscene fluids jetted messily from under her tail and her mouth locked open in a blank stare as she drooled and cried.
Her upper body looked paralyzed, her wide eyes glazed over in a green glow as black smoke rose from them. Her lower body just kept shaking, her legs frantically kicking and her tail flagging wildly as she dribbled cum all over the floor and herself. Twilight remembered this moment, this was her defeat. She watched in fascination as crystals grew out of her horn, causing the Twilight in her vision to twitch in pain.
That was the end of her memories from the fight, she had fallen unconscious from over stimulation of every kind. So she watched closely when Sombra stood over the paralyzed mare and laughed as he opened a rift to somewhere dark. He pulled out black clothes, her tail wrap, collar, and leggings. Walking to his throne, he tossed them to the paralyzed Twilight, who slowly got up like some kind of zombie.
The Twilight in the vision put the clothes on, taking her time to ensure they fit tightly and were properly secured. Sombra watched in amusement as Twilight checked herself over once, and then walked slowly in front of the throne. She lay down, closed her eyes for a moment and then woke up, seemingly disappointed at her surroundings. The real Twilight felt a cold horror as she watched the vision Twilight approach Sombra and unwillingly begin to lick his cock, her ears plastered back and her wings shut tight. That vision was her, only minutes ago.
The vision broke, and Twilight could only stare numbly. Sombra continued to stare back at her, his grin slowly growing.
She tried to focus, she tried to think, but all she could think about was how much her pussy burned, and how much her horn hurt from her magic-gasm. She needed to focus on the problem, but her mind simply refused. It was not possible. The simple problem of pain was much more attractive right now.
Images filled her mind as Sombra issued an ultimatum.
Twilight sniffled as she looked at him, the visions rolling through her mind one after another. Sombra was giving her two options. Either the years didn’t happen, and she would get to relive them, painful horrible lesson after painful horrible lesson or…
Or they did.
Twilight got to her feet, her mind clear of sorcery and compulsions. She had enough information to work with now. As she thought, she felt up the length of her horn with her hoof, rubbing the thick jutting crystal that thoroughly peppered it. He had given her a choice, she needed to choose carefully.
If it didn’t happen, she had a chance to be saved, maybe she could fight him off better. She shook her head, no, that was impossible. Every lesson he’d taught her was believable. She would feel his pain again, and she would submit again. She always submitted. The thought made her shudder, and she was disgusted with herself for it.
If it did happen, she couldn’t be saved. It was far too late. She’d have been used and beaten, broken down into the perfect sex slave for the monster in front of her. She swallowed dryly. But then all that time would have meant something, and those years wouldn’t be stolen. They would be real.
Twilight pondered that thought. What was reality after all? She had experienced it and philosophers had agreed that reality was a matter of perception and experience. Before this experience, she had been convinced. Was this spell any different?
Twilight whimpered as she thought about reality and fantasy. Did it matter if it was a dream? She’d felt him, thousands of times. It was real to her. Twilight shook her head in horror. Spell or not, it was real. Sombra knew this, of course, and the more she thought, the more she realized that she did as well. He wasn’t giving her a choice, he was simply waiting for her to accept her fate.
Twilight dejectedly sighed as she came to her conclusion. This would be the fantasy then. She wasn’t sane, she was allowed to dismiss reality as she chose. A light, bemused chuckle bubbled out of her as she realized what was happening, what he was doing to her. He was making her submit again, one more ultimate surrender. Twilight slowly smiled as a wanton ache coursed through her and she submitted to her master once more, or perhaps for the first time. She’d remember this moment, and so would he.
She guessed that there were no more ears back blow jobs in her future; from this moment on she was an ears forward wings open kind of girl.
She shouldn’t keep her master waiting. Twilight slowly walked over to Sombra and smirked in amused disbelief at her master’s insane powers. Licking her lips, she realized was excited to receive his next command.
Twilight leaned forward, taking Sombra’s stiffening cock into her mouth for the second time in her life.