Twilight built a simulator to finally fulfill her dream to be a Queen, to relieve stresses in the most fun way possible. If only we could say the same for her citizens.
Twilight went through a lot while being at Crystal Prep. She always got bullied, insulted, and get straight disrespect from almost everyone there. to make things worse, her parents weren't there to support her. They never were.
But now she's made a breakthrough. She invented a machine that will help her take all of these stresses away in just a push of a button, to help her become what she always wanted to be...
Twilight spent much of her time in isolation. She didn’t have many friends. Her only loyal companion was her dog Spike, and even if he was around, her work still kept her occupied. She often tend to ignore him anyway, preferring to focus on her work instead of the mundane acts of play.
Surrounded by computers in the darkness of her house, she spent most of her day typing new codes. She added layer after layer, not having a single number value or attribute out of place. Her latest project was almost done and she wasn’t going to let anything stop her, not even a single bug. It had taken so long to complete this project, but now that she was in the final throes of finishing it, she couldn’t let a single distraction hinder her progress. It had to be perfect.
She spent most of her days in the garage alone, tinkering with a virtual reality machine she worked on for some time, a special experiment that’s her own design. With it, she could live out any scenario she chose, no limits needed. It was a fantastic idea at the time. Getting the ability to do whatever you want at any time seemed like a real deal breaker.
If she wanted to go out and have a ball at three O’clock in the morning without her parents saying anything about it when she gets home, she could outlive that. Hell, they don’t even have to be there, it could be some random character she hangs out with. The point is she can live lifes she never had, what she always wanted for herself.
“Just need to carry the two and… done! I did it! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She jumped off the chair and hopped with glee, grabbing Spike in her arms to celebrate such a success as he barked and wagged his tail with joy. “Oh Spike, this is amazing! My experiments in virtual reality are about to come true!”
She was a small teenage girl, her purple hair riding nearly in a bun. She ran around the room in a white lab coat with black gloves and goggles on the top of her head, though not needed because of her thick black glasses. She was a smart girl, in fact she’s the smartest in her class at Crystal Prep.
When everyone met her, they could already see a valedictorian in their mix of other rigorous students who planned to make a future for themselves in the harsh world, to make it better and live longer. She always had that spirit and attitude to become a great scientist with many accolades under her name, making her parents prouder than anyone else...
Suddenly, her own joy diminished somewhat as she pulled Spike closer to her chest and softly sighed.
“I wish mom and dad were here... Too bad they’re busy...”
They were always busy. If they weren’t attending a conference somewhere, they were traveling for a book tour elsewhere. It was a lonely life to be sure, but she had her dog and her brother. She loved them very much, knowing that they support her and her goals for success. But, it won’t look that way when she gets a private interview and had nothing to say about them, like if she remembered the first experiment she did with them and how it caught their hairs on fire...
Spike whimpered as Twilight put him down. She turned to her computer and activated the machine. Once she did, the metal doors opened as smoke protruded from it, evaporating in the room. Then, she turned off any other programs that were taking up memory. In order for this to work, this program was the only thing that needed to be running on that computer; nothing else.
Twilight entered the chamber and took a deep breath. There was no going back for her. “Wish me luck, Spike.”
Spike barked before she disappeared into the machine and closed hatch with a soft clank , hoping that this experiment would work. Hearing mechanical noises in the chamber, she slowly closed her eyes and relaxed, unsure of what would await her.
*****
Twilight slowly opened her eyes, the blur subsiding from her vision to give her a clear view of her surroundings. What she saw was completely different from her humble garage. It was ten times larger, having bright purple walls and light marble floors. The furniture was just as massive, from the queen sized bed with purple sheets to the large silk armchair and couch. Along the walls were bookshelf after bookshelf filled to the brim with literature. It was a full on suite.
Twilight looked around in shock. She was in a bedroom. Not a normal one, but a royal bedroom.
Noticing she was under the covers of the soft bed, she lifted them from her body and saw herself wearing a nice fluffy pink bathrobe. She felt a bit embarrassed to be wearing it. But, that didn't stop her from getting up to look at herself in the mirror.
Her face looked absolutely different. The large glasses were gone, but the skin tone seemed more fair. Her hair too was completely down and many of the curls and noses we're gone. Gently, she put her hand on her cheek to feel her skin. It felt so soft. Something inside her started to tingle. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel like some sort of nerd, she felt very pretty.
“Incredible..,” she softly whispered. “So far, everything seems to be successful. It all seems so real...”
“I know, right?”
Surprised, Twilight backed away from the mirror and saw something forming out of artificial smoke of some sort. Then, there floating in front of her was a purple skin green haired boy. He looked so familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Carefully, she moved in closer and tightened the noose of her robe while looking at him. It wasn’t until she saw him up close did she realize who it was.
“Spike?” Her voice was silent and hushed as she spoke.
He smiled. “Yep… You based me off your dog, remember? I am your personal A.I. companion, based upon what character traits you believe you're dog and hypothetical little brother would have.”
“That's right...” Twilight remembered. She really didn’t want to be here alone. “I did do that, didn’t I?”
“Yeah… Welcome to you're Kingdom.”
Twilight became startled, being caught off guard. “... My what?”
“Kingdom, you're domain, you're mine haven from all things that bother you. Basically, it’s your own perfect little world where you make the rules,” he informed, frank and to the point.
“Me?” Twilight looked shocked and yet, she shouldn’t have.
He looked around within his over barrier, taking in the details “Yeah, pretty nice craftsmanship if I do say so myself.”
“T-Thanks.”
Twilight walked over to the couch and pushed her hand into the leather, feeling the material cave in. Even the sounds of the marble texture pressing against her feet sound and felt real.
“So, this is all my device?” Twilight asked.
“Hard to believe virtual reality can be so real looking, it’s almost uncanny.”
Her head began to race as several thoughts began to rush through her. One minute, she was in her dinky laboratory back home testing her machine. The next, she was in this lovely room. But she knew it was fake, she made it that way. Oh sure she didn’t know the details, but she never expected it to feel so real to the point where she was having trouble telling that this was nothing more than a virtual simulation in her head.
“So if this a Kingdom, am I in a Castle?” Twilight asked, looking back at Spike.
“Yep. You own a private castle and you're the Queen, which is pretty rad. And I’m the magic mirror ‘cause… magical lands like that have one I guess. Honestly, wish I had a body. Why couldn’t you make me a knight or something?”
“Sorry.” Twilight said feeling embarrassed.
He chuckled. “Eh… it’s fine, it’s fine. Could’ve been worse, I could have been a dog like my real self. Now that would have been awful.”
Quickly, Twilight went to a nearby balcony that she had only now just noticed. Lifting her head, her mouth gaped as she saw - standing before her - mighty pillars of a great and elegant castle made of stone. It was so magnificent, it’s shadow covered the entire countryside.
Partially, she was embarrassed to think these things. Twilight was easily embarrassed by nature, constantly worried of teasing or worse, overbearing by her parents if she tried to step up in her comfort zone. Yet, this room was still too magnificent to not get excited by it all.
Twilight quietly gasped, the realization coming over her swiftly. “O… M… G!” She looked around again more frantically to make sure she was seeing accurately. She was indeed in a large room, lush of beautiful furniture and craftsmanship.
Looking over to a set of large wooden double doors, having a gold insignia of a shining star, she ran up to it and opened them quickly to see a rather large assortment of dresses, dresses that looked specially tailored just for her.
Twilight’s mouth gaped open once again, her robe losing some grip after her frantic movement. “It’s so huge!”
Spike’s face appeared in another mirror that displayed for appearance. “Yeah… never knew you liked so many clothes.”
Despite what many thought, Twilight did have desires to be beautiful and amazing. Yet because of her studies and hectic schedule, she never had time to endure the fund of fashion and class. Instead, she had to wear lab coats and bad hair care.
“How many clothes are in here?” Twilight asked, her eyes darting from dress to dress.
“As many as you want, I guess. It’s your world and your brain…” Spike pulled up his arm to his chest and looked on his watch for the time. “... and I have a feeling you want to check it out. I’ll leave that up to you; call me when you’re anywhere near a mirror… wherever there is one.” With that, he chuckled before vanishing from her presence.
Twilight made it her mission to find the right outfit for this new world, something that would shed herself of reality and allow her to enter this new realm of her own making, in a way she saw fit.
So, she started searching. She searched for minutes for the right additions that would leave a mark on her reign.
First came the corset. It fitted around her waist as she laced it together for a stronger hold to her body. In that instant, she felt something. She’s never had anything this beautiful in her life. It’s like she felt every bit of sweat put into every cotton string that sewed this together as it hugged her tight. She made a noose to tie a small knot on the top of it, making it fit perfectly around her figure and give it a slim trend.
At first she was embarrassed. But the more she looked at herself, the more comfortable she was starting to feel. Yet, she couldn’t just go out there in just a corset. She wanted to be classy, not trashy; It didn’t feel right. There had to be something more.
‘You’d think being a genius would make this easier,’ she thought.
She continued her journey through the closet. Something had called to her. It just had too, and while she never studied fashion to a great extent, she knew that when she found the right outfit ensemble, she would feel it, like it was meant for her, to be part of her lifelong destiny.
She looked through various outfits and designs until, at last, she found it. The next calling.
It was a skirt, a long and elegant silk skirt that went from her waist to her feet. Twilight held onto the piece, to gaze upon the beauty of it’s darkcolor. It mezmorized her, leaving her in a trance that lead to utter darkness, never getting out, never being able to escape it’s clutches. But it sparkled like diamonds in the rough rocks of a mine, being picked by the sad souls who were forced to pick them and clean them to perfection.
“So soft and smooth... If mom ever caught me wearing this, she’d kill me… I want it.”
Once she put it on, Twilight could feel something overtake her, a sense of power she never felt before. It hugged her like it was trying to woo her. She swayed her body to let it touch her thighs gently, to feel the smooth fabrics against her delicate skin. It felt wonderful.
And even though it pulled so much influence on her, she still felt it wasn’t enough to sate her need. She continued looking hard, not giving up on the missing pieces that would fill her hole. It was something, but what…?
Suddenly, Twilight saw it, and could not believe her eyes.
“That’s it.”
A cape, a beautiful black cape that could cover her from the neck down, leaving a few feet on the floor. She picked it up and examined it, letting her hand grab and tug onto it to feel it’s firm resistance. Even when being pulled, it was still able to shine it’s glow into Twilight’s eyes, making her shiver in being in such presence. She wanted to feel it for herself, to feel the power of adornment wash over her and take over her abilities to woo her enemies before destroying them, their countrymen, their women and children. It felt… magnificent.
She swiftly hoisted it around her neck, feeling the smooth fabric touch her back. She clipped it onto her shoulders were the corset displayed the holders for it. It made her quiver to the cool feeling of sacrifice before taking in the warm hug to completion.
She gently wrapped it around her body and felt its heat, experiencing her first cloak with excitement. “No wonder the people of the Middle Ages wear these! To bad they went out of fashion...”
At this point, Twilight could feel the power surge through her and she was loving every bit of it. But even though she felt the energy coursing through her, she wasn’t complete. She knew this. And she wasn’t going anywhere until she attained it, her spirits boiling over steam of such information, it having the audacity to keep her away from her goal.
Twilight looked through the closet with more determination, pushing through other outfits and clothes. She didn’t care anymore, she needed this final peace. Something inside her roared with a fire, telling her she needed to find it, it was all that mattered now.
She looked and looked, until… she found it.
It was a crown, a crisp golden plate crown that stood there in the center of the entire closet, the tiny purple stairs attached to the front of its displayer.
Gently, Twilight walked up the stairs and grabbed it, holding it carefully in her hands. She bit her bottom lip as she took in the crisp detail of the gold, her reflection showing on its thick plate. The priceless metal donned many jewels that adorned it’s hold over them, like a queen and her loyal subjects. All of them show in much purity, but the main one was the shining purple star that sat on top of it all, like a god being worshipped by all.
This was Twilight, god of all the land. And it felt so good. She got a sense of power washed over her, a sensation of strength and pride, things she had never felt before back in the real world.
She slowly put on the crown, smiling giddly at the fact that this was coming true. No longer was she Twilight Sparkle, the regular teenage girl. Now she was Twilight Sparkle, Queen of all she surveyed.
Now that she had fully prettified her new ensamble, all Twilight wanted to do in terms of exploring this world of hers was to stay and isolate herself in her chambers, admiring herself in the large mirror. She glanced herself in the mirror, loving every bit of her new look. She’s really loving the way on how everything just fitted perfectly around her, hugging her gently with warmth. She ran her hand down her corset to her skirt, loving the sensation her delicate fingers took in.
“Bet all the girls back in Crystal Prep are fuming with jealousy right now.” Twilight laughed, thinking of the vast array of divas and tramps she had to suffer to on a daily basis.
She threw her hair up and felt like those diva’s back home, to make sure it was straight before getting closer to the mirror to see if she had a good view of her cleavage that pushed up against her body, to make her breast plump and perky. They looked more admirable to the eye, making even the strongest man hunger for such beauty, and this was only just a teaser. She pushed them up a bit more to see them bunch up against her corset, looking like two juicy oranges shoved together. It made her feel more confident and daring, the encouragement overflowing in her personality.
Twilight never considered her figure in the real world to be that lovely. But here, she noticed just how good looking she was. She felt slim and unique, with an emotional power so strong, that she could have boys spooning on the palm of her hand. To have that much ability in one’s possession, they can truly use this as a key to take over one’s mind, crushing them in their hand at any moment, the ability to destroy them... It felt extraordinary.
Twilight took a few poses to portray her beauty like a supermodel at a photoshoot, making sure her thighs popped outwithin her skirt, puckering her lips and making her best duck face.
“Who’s hot? I’m hot. Who’s sexy? I’m sexy,” she laughed, not believing she was even doing this.
She grabbed onto both ends of her cape and pulled them up into the air, the image of darkness from her black coat giving way to a daring void that would suck anything that came it’s way. As Twilight’s cloak began to flutter behind her, she continued to feel this sense of empowerment and perfection.
She was perfect in mind, but now she was perfect in body.
“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” she said, giving herself a simple smirk. “You are. Oh! I made a funny!”
As she continued to admire herself, she failed to notice that the doors to her chamber opened as a figure covered in the darkest of armor emerged. A puny individual to many, he seemed weak in the knees. His face was covered by a black mask, and his shoulders were a bit hunched over.
He stood at attention as he looked at Twilight who completely ignored him, deciding her own looks were more imperative than her visitors.
“M-My Queen,” he said, his voice deep yet stammered.
Twilight turned her head his way and narrowed her eyes, wrapping her cloak around herself as if to cover her values from him. “What is it?” she hissed.
“Y-You are wanted in the throne room,” he said, his feet beginning to give in.
Suddenly, Twilight’s mood lightened up. She remembered that there was more to her world than just a room and a closet. A good scientist after all would examine all areas of her virtual world. Otherwise, what’s the point in experimenting?
“Yes, of course,” she said, her voice calming. “Lead the way then… Oh! And bring the mirror!”
“This mirror?” The guard asked, turning to look at the glass.
Twilight groaned, taking one last glance at herself.. “Yes, this mirror. I wish to see myself some more. Oh, and also talk to Spike; I need some company.”
The guard bowed, lifting the mirror from its hilt and began to carry it beside her as they entered the hall.
Spike appeared once again and with haste. “Hey, be careful! This is prime property here!” he yelled, making note of the guard’s mistakes before vanishing once more.
Twilight twirled her cloak and gripped the ends of her skirt as she headed out, making it billow behind her as she made sure she wouldn’t trip. She entered a massive corridor that would be large enough to fit one hundred men at once.
She held her head up high as she made her way down the marble halls, wanting to present herself with someone of authority and high status like a noblewoman and not one of the rabble. She was important, she knew this and everyone else should to. Anyone else who had been giving wrong information about her had to be put in their place.
She’s not one to be reckoned with and she’ll make sure that every single one of her enemies knew this immediately if they got in her way. This showed as example of all her earnings that littered the hall with her prized achievements, from wars and declarations to the simple power hogging of citizens. There’s even a picture of her sitting on a throne with gold and riches laying all around her, showing example of her power.
Such things amazed Twilight, to know that with a powerful iron fist, she was able to make all of this happen, all on her own.
She walked farther down the hall until the little man turned the corner, leading her into a large lobby. The lobby displayed beautifully sparkled marble columns that stood tall, to become the foundation of her home. On the lobby floor was a larger insignia of the star that she last saw on her bedroom closet, having more detail as it shines bright under the skylight. She saw knights of black and silver roam the lobby with different patrons and lawmakers that support the monarch.
She looked in glee, seeing a well developed simulation making her dreams come true, showing everyone coming up with plans on how to better defend the castle, what to do about raising taxes for the poor and lowering rates for the rich that only advocate the queen. It was breathtaking.
Suddenly, she heard one of the patrons call out in her name at the top of their lungs, specifically a woman in white clothing with gold slants.
“ALL HAIL QUEEN TWILIGHT!” she cried, “MASTER OF ALL THE LAND!”
Everyone else looked at her direction and saw Twilight, hastily giving the same praise to her, to honor the powerful queen.
And the queen was greatly impressed.
She gave a wave to her people as she continued to walk, before the small man interrupted her.
“W-we’re here, my Queen,” he said, catching his slip up of the mirror after losing his grip.
Twilight ignored him, deciding to take a look around the lobby instead, admiring the craftsmanship of it all, as well as the patrons who continued to awe at her presence. But what caught her eyes the most was a specific door in the lobby. It was shaded in the deepest purple, her new favorite color. It looked intriguing, giving off a very dark aura that could catch anyone’s attention extremely fast. It was sinister with a keen look of dread and terror. Even the guards who stood near seemed to be shaking in there boots while they protected it.
Curiosity getting the best of her, Twilight walked down the stairs to the bottom level and strolled towards the door to open it, yet when she pulled on the handle, it refused to open for her. She pulled a little harder this time, But it still wouldn’t budge. Her frustration started to grow.
“Why won’t… Guards! Open this door!” Twilight yelled, slamming her foot on the ground to assert her authority.
The guards remained silent, not even moving a single inch.
“I said open it!” Twilight said again, trying to be more authoritative.
Again, they did nothing. However, they finally spoke in unison, in a weak and dark whisper only she can hear.
“Only when the darkness has grown and the Evil Queen has arisen, will the door open.”
Irritated of losing the battle, she sighed. “Ugh! Fine, I’ll be back later!”
In her frustration, Twilight whipped her hair before storming off in a huff, the heels of her boots clanking violently on the ground, echoing through the halls.
“Idiots,” she whispered under her breath, still irritated by their defiance.
“My Queen...”
Twilight turned to where the voice came from. It was another guard approaching her, this one a bit taller and more sleek than the others, yet she had contempt for him immediately. She didn’t have time to deal with all these guards.
“What do you want?” Twilight muttered, getting tired of people walking up to her like she was some commoner.
“The Captain of the Royal Guard is waiting for you in the throne room. Come with me please.”
Twilight wanted to slap him for having such audacity to direct her as such to meet her Captain, yet she was intrigued to see her throne room. So, she let it go… for now.
The guard led Twilight to the staircase, her other guard carrying the mirror behind her as the three of them climbed up the grand staircase up to another mighty pair of doors with the same star insignia as the lobby floor.
Once the guards opened them, Twilight began to marvel at the entire room. Like the others, it was made of pure marble and stone. But what caught her attention the most was the massive throne of pink and gold, standing like a perch on the other end of the room. Massive and imposing, it dominated anyone else who dared looked upon it. It was magnificent, powerful, everything a queen deserved and more, and it was all hers. The sight alone sent shivers down her spine. Not even back home did she have a chair as nice as this.
‘I deserve this,’ she thought. ‘I am the Queen. This is all mine.’
Her excitement overwhelming her, she rushed to the other end of the room and climbed on the steps to her throne without even stepping on her skirt or cape as she took every savoring second to sit down on her throne.
Once she sat on the chair, she felt giddy and cheerful like a little girl getting ice cream. She relished this moment to rub her hands on its rough arms, swinging her legs left to right to release her enjoyment. It gave her chills to know she had this much power, being treated with such admiration to acquire such a piece of her authority. She is a Queen in this throne, she is a Judge on this throne.
She is everything on this throne.
The short guard sat the mirror by her side, being careful as Spike watched him with narrowed eyes. afterwards, he gave a bow before backing away and leaving the throne room.
Once he was gone, Spike turned his attention to Twilight. “So, how does it feel Twi? Pretty big throne and all, huh?”
She took a moment to respond, still being allured to her chair. “It feels… so awesome! I feel so alive.” She giggles, which turns into a hearty laugh.
Spike smirks as if knowing something she doesn’t. “Well, it just seems a bit odd. Never took you for someone who’s into all this castle and crown stuff. Again though, looking good in the cape.”
“Well make sure you get accustomed to it quickly, because it’s not going away anytime soon!” She grabbed her crown and adjusted it just a bit, feeling it wasn’t sitting perfectly.
“So this is your new life, huh? Sit around on a throne and look pretty, flay your cape and crown around… that sorta thing? I mean come on Twilight, you're a genius. You can do a lot more than that.”
Twilight crossed her legs, her dress moving upwards to iron out and not sink between them. “Hmm, I guess you have a point, Spike. I wonder what I should do…” She thought on what she could take a hold of. Surely she could think of something that’ll sate her desires sufficiently, helping create even more unimaginable feats to inspire her.
“Well you gave me records of all rulers. Some conquered countries, others gave to the needy or poor. Oh, that Captain guy wanted to talk to you, so maybe he can help. Remember Twilight, it’s all about what kind of Queen you want be in this world. After all, you made it. It’s all up to you.” And with those final words, Spike vanished again.
Twilight took in his exact words to heart. She’s happy that she’s made it this far. What would be her true rule? As he said already, she’s just sitting here flapping around her cape like a supervillain, but not actually collecting any accolades...
“My Queen.”
Being rudely interrupted of her thoughts, Twilight rolled her eyes and turned her direction to the voice. “What? Can’t you guards get anything done without-”
She paused. Her mouth began to gape as she saw him. This had to be him, her Captain of the Royal Guard. Broad shoulders and standing tall, he didn’t even need a helmet. His blue hair with purple highlights blew majestically in the breeze as he approached her, a long red cape billowing behind him.
Twilight didn’t know what got into her, but something about him made her heart sore. She felt her hands start to shake as he knelt down before her, keeping his head down as he spoke.
“My Queen, some of your citizens have come to plead with you for petitions and favors.”
“Citizens...?” Twilight acted as if the concept was foreign to her.
He answered her, his head still bowed. “Yes, my Lady. They shall be here soon.”
Suddenly, the doors burst open as dozens, if not more than a hundred, peasants and commoners rushed into the room. Chaos made the scene severe of the citizens holding papers with there favors and petitions. A few of them even had chickens. Yet, all were clamping for Twilight’s attention.
And not the type she wanted.
Hearing them barge in, the guards immediately stood at attention to face the crowd. The Captain held up his hands to calm the crowd the best he could, to no avail of course.
Hearing too many demands flying pass her like bullets, Twilight fumed with anger and confusion. People talked over each other to try to explain their problem, but she couldn’t even comprehend what the other is trying to say. All she heard was a cacophony of noise that was getting to her. It was time to stop.
Twilight got up, her cloak spread behind her back as she breathed in and shouted at the top of her lungs.
“SILENCE!” Her voice echoed across the hall like a piercing knife.
The whole room ceased quickly, giving Twilight the opportunity to think. But before she asked, she demanded.
“Guards, push them into a single line out of the throne room. Let’s get this over with.”
The Captain took her order and followed them accordingly, making sure his men understood.
“You heard the Queen! Get to moving!” the Captain barked, moving back as the Royal Guard moved in front of him and pushed the crowd back, their spears and swords in hand just in case.
They were rough and aggressive, pushing them back hard and with authority. The commoners complained of such roughhousing. Some even fell to the floor to where some guards kicked their butts or faces to push them back.
Twilight never expected it, but at the same time, she didn’t care. Why should she? They truly deserved it after barging in like it was their home.
After a few minutes of getting everything prepared for hearing, one of the guards came from behind the door, introducing the first claims.
“Presenting Mr and Mrs… Heigh Bags of the Heighbags horse farm.”
Two peasants - married by the looks of it - came before Twilight and knelt before her, though they looked a bit bruised by the guards’ roughness from earlier.
“Queen Twilight, in the presence of the crown with due respect, we come here today to ask of you in our hour of need. Our farm lacks food for our animals, and we need the animals to work the farm to sell the crops to our hungry townsfolk. We ask you to send aid to our poor farm, so that we may better serve this kingdom.”
Twilight took a moment before answering, taking in their situation. She spoke proper to keep her momentum, holding herself high and wrapping a bit of her cape over her arm for added effect. “And what type of aid do you expect from me?”
“We hope to open some of your food stocks to us, which we will happily repay with our crops of course.” The wife responded.
Twilight thought for a moment before shooting another question. “What is the condition of the farm at the moment?”
“Terrible. I mean, look at us. We are thin and barely able to feed ourselves, and our animals are hungry as well. If they can’t work, they can make crops, meaning we won’t be able to feed ourselves or the village.”
“Hmm, don’t want that…” Twilight thought about her judgment before giving it. This couple needed food and so did their animals to take care of their crops. Looking at them now, they looked disgusting, only wearing rags of what they could muster. Then again, if Twilight opened the food storage for them… actually, she may have an idea.
“Okay… So as a judgement for this situation, you may have a sufficient amount of rations for your animals. You’ll have to pay a ten percent fee, as a first set down payment before gaining them. If it isn’t paid full within five days, your interest rate will be raised higher by five percent.”
Both peasants gulped and nodded in agreement, for they knew they had no choice.
“Thank you my, Queen. Thank you.”
They bowed their heads and retreated.
Twilight seemed quite pleased with herself. “Well, that was rather easy. I think I’ll do another… send the next in.
The guard walked forward again to announce the next claim.
“Presenting Mr. Dumbdum and Mr. Avergraton from the fishing village of Nieve, Madam, to dispute over a large wagon.”
He backed up as they a guard came in with the wagon, the two men following close behind. This should be good.
“I want it!” Mr.Dumbdum said.
“No, I want it!” Mr. Avergraton yelled, “I paid for it. Therefore, I should get it!”
Twilight rubbed her forehead as the yelling continued. This was getting annoying very quickly. “Enough! If he paid for it, then it is his legally! … Seriously, why am I having to deal with this tripe? Next!” Twilight leaned back on her chair, already seeing how this was already irritating her. “ …I hope the rest aren’t like this.”
Sadly, they were. Every one of these ‘requests’ we're just as dumb as the last. Request for a pay raise, or an extra cow, or even some milk from the storage room. Twilight wished she could just isolate herself in her room, to look herself in the mirror or work on a scientific breakthrough, or just play with her cloak some more. Instead, she had to deal with all these idiots... It was starting to become tiresome.
‘I could be playing with my cape than doing this.’
“Are you ok, my Queen?” The Captain asked, noticing her wallowing in vexation.
Twilight was startled before answering, his voice surprising her. “What? Oh! no no, it’s fine… just the usual royal stresses.” She relaxed once again, propping her head against her hand as it stood on the chair arm.
“If you desire, we can end this here and now. It will be easier.”
Twilight shook her head. “Oh, no. I am the Queen; I have responsibilities.”
He chuckled, making Twilight turn her gaze toward him. “You are quite generous my Queen, spending time with the rabble. If I had my way, I would have thrown them all in the dungeon on sight.”
She lightly gasped from hearing such a statement. “Oh, no no no… that’s not what a Queen does.” Twilight said, only half heartedly believing that. “Please let the next be less stupid.”
The guard walked forward once again to announce the next claim.
“Presenting Madam Sugarcoat and Miss Sour Sweet of the Crystal Caverns.”
Twilight immediately felt sour in her heart. Those names… those names are part of her list of hatred. She never liked them because of what they did to her when she was attending... that school. She was subtle and good at hiding under a pretty face with composure, because she felt complete anger towards them in every way.
The two barged in like they owned the place, making Twilight livid. She still kept her composure however, not letting her anger get the best of her. Surely they have something worth interest for her to even be here.
“So you're majesty, I have taken several tests within all universities of the land and have achieved high marks with a grade point average of 4.5.”
“That’s so nice...” Sour Sweet cooed, “... If you didn’t have a 4.505 average compared to my 4.507 average.”
“That was never proven!” Sugarcoat hissed, “So basically what we're asking is, who’s the smartest girl in the land, me or her?”
Twilight looked at them both, befuddled. “What? Wait, are you serious right now?”
“Uh, yeah. We wouldn’t have walked here and get beaten by those guards if we weren’t,” Sugarcoat said, bluntly.
Twilight pinched her forehead to sooth the irritation. It’s so typical of them, just like the real ones. “I’m here to get asked from people who are pleading for assistance everyday, more and more being difficult than the last, having to control my aggressions because they have something that’s reasonable for me to hear… And you want to waste my time to ask just that?”
“Of course not! We wouldn't want to waste the time of a queen.” Sour Sweet cooed only to switch to a stern growl, “But just grant us that assistance you’re talking about, and give us an answer!”
“I mean yeah, you are the queen. Isn’t that what queens do?” Sugarcoat added.
Twilight was finding this very annoying and very quickly. She haven’t met anybody that could get her riled up this fast, and this was only a simulation!
“You know what? I’ll definitely assist you. You want to know who’s the smartest girl in the land?”
“Well duh, that’s why we came here. What kind of queen are you?” Sour Sweet moaned.
“Yeah. Obviously it’s me, but I can’t understand the suspense,” Sugarcoat smirked, looking at Sour Sweet as she prepared for her humiliation.
Twilight slowly got up from her throne, standing with pride as her cape blowed majesty behind her, giving her a demeanor of authority. “I am.” going further with it, she walked slowly down her throne, her boots clacking against the steps to signify her presence.
She swung her coat with jurisdiction, being more aggressive. “I am the smartest one in the land. I handle all of the decisions that give you a place of study. I handle all of the rules to help you keep the track that you’re on.” She reached the bottom, walking closer to them. “I’m the one who conquers out there to make sure you have a home here, away from danger, to be able to do exactly what you are doing here today; being disgusting.”
Twilight stopped in front of them as they looked at her, shaking somewhat in their shoes. They’re trying to keep themselves up, but they struggle. To be rid of such broad disappointment, Twilight decided to chop them down.
“Now that you know the answer to your question… Guards!” She snapped her fingers, having a few guards behind her. “Take these two to a nice place to be… reeducated. Let them learn not to waste my time and to test my abilities.”
The guards obeyed and walked in front of her, grabbing them roughly by the arms. They struggled to get away to no avail as they dragged them off, no longer being in the Queen’s presence.
Flaunting her cape again, Twilight walked up the steps to her throne as Spike once again appeared, raising an eyebrow towards her.
“Vain much?” He asked.
She put her elbow on the armrest and sat her head in her palm. “To make a point? Yes, very. I’m not even feeling remorseful for it.”
“So your saying you enjoyed sending them to the dungeon or ‘reeducation camp’ or whatever horror you probably sent them too?” Spike asked.
“Pretty much. It feels good to have that type of power. They truly deserve what’s going to be dished to them... Coming to ask me, me who’s the smartest girl in the land?” Twilight chuckled silently. “It should’ve been expected.”
Spike seemed unsure. “But what if it wasn’t them? What if it was someone you never knew and had no bias towards? Would you have done the same?”
“For such a stupid question as that? I’ll say it depends. If they come in high and mighty like that and talk to me in any kind of way, it’ll be the same result as earlier. If it was someone who looked honest, I’ll appease them for only I pity them...” Twilight turned to Spike, all seriousness put into her next words. “But, I am the smartest one of all the land, no matter who tries to test me.”
Spike nodded, “Yeah, it’s your world… You made it that way. Here, you can do whatever you want to whoever you want with no consequences.”
Appeased of his answer, Twilight grinned. “Exactly.” She turned back towards the door, awaiting another commoner to arrive with their favor.
“Which technically means you can send anyone to the dungeon, even if your not mad. Heck, you can do it because your happy.”
Twilight thought about what spike said. This was really going into deeper detail of how she could make this work. She truly could do whatever she wanted, even if it didn’t make sense. It didn’t even have to make sense.
To this, Twilight smiled, thinking of what to do with the next claim requester. Should she throw them in the dungeon? Have them exiled? Or maybe even… humiliated? There’s so much that could happen, and without any consequence!
‘This will be fun,’ She thought to herself. ‘But I can’t wait to look at myself and try out more fancy capes later… Ah what the heck, I’m the Queen!’ Twilight spread her cloak once again, just to show off to everyone in the vicinity.
Although she didn’t show it, Twilight was merely laughing to herself internally.
As the hours passed, Twilight became more extreme in her judgments after her incident with her virtual ex-classmates. To move it on quicker when the petition became too long, she would send them to the dungeon. When she felt the question was stupid, to the camps she would have them be. And other times, she’d just have the guards kick them out before they even released a vowel.
It seemed that with each passing second, Twilight became less empathetic and morphed more sadistically. Even some of the guards took notice, for they started grimacing at one another.
“Well, that was fun.” Twilight chuckled, leaning back on her chair now, feeling satisfied after a hard day's work. “Now… I shall retire until dinner. Guards, take the mirror.” To make one final note, she motioned to her commander. “And Captain...”
He turned to her at full attention. “Yes, my Queen?”
“I hope to see you there.”
Twilight got up and headed back to her chambers. She took another glance at the mysterious door one more time as she passed by it, taking it in and thinking on what lied inside before turning around and heading back to her room.
When dinner time had arrived, Twilight had emerged from her chambers, wearing a one piece dress that looked tight around her from the waist up, but still fit perfectly for the beautiful body she planned to portray. It was like she was a dark queen out of a fantasy, complete with black peplums to cover her front with a special sparkled layer on top of it that’s laced in purple. She had sleeves that were see through and had patterns of grape vines that grew in a vineyard, tattooed onto her to add to the concoction.
This was followed by the purple collar of her long cloak that pushed up around her neck, displaying the striped fur of an endangered panther with the most comfortable coat, waving in the subtle wind of an open draft. To piece it all together was a simple black choker around her neck with stitching that showed designs of a story. A story that explained the wearer and their beauty, how much power it held. Combined with this dress, it made her look breathtaking.
As she strolled down the halls, everyone close enough witnessed and was taken in by just how jaw-dropping and fierce she looked in that dress. She didn’t look like the peaceful woman from earlier. Now, she’s a tiger that looked to kill, searching for her prey to savour in their last moments before devouring them. This is the type of look she portrayed as she was strutting in the halls like a diva, but going along with grace.
She was docile in times where she didn’t feel like doing anything in terms of politics. But she’ll turn anybody’s world upside down, lest they forget who they’re dealing with. And with Twilight, she would smile all the way until they have nothing, making them contemplate suicide… that’s just how much she enjoyed the power.
As she walked along, she grinned albeit a crooked one. Oh, how wonderful a night this would be.
Passing by a mass of servants that crowded the halls, she unawaringly gave them a firm shove, knocking them by without a moment's hesitation.
“Out of my way, plebeians.”
They groaned as Twilight passed them by, not giving them the light of day.
She arrived in a massive dining hall made of golden marble. A long oak table sat in the middle of the room, adorned with lovely china that sat in the center. It’s light purple tablecloth was covered completely with the most elegant of designs. The smell of fresh food came from the distance; the kitchen must have been nearby.
As she looked at all the chairs, she noticed that the tallest chair was at the end of the table, laced in pink leather and gold outlines. Of course, this was made for her. She sat down, straightening her cloak appropriately as to not tug on herself and get it creased. She saw that her mirror was placed by her side, as instructed.
Though for this moment, she just wanted to admire her new found couture, she could practically feel herself getting sexier by the second. She fixed her crown once again to make it sat leveled and straight, like she cared. Once done, she looked into the mirror with the most antagonizing pose.
“These fools will never know my true secret to power. Once I take all of the world’s beauty by the scruff of its neck, I’ll be the most sexy ruler in the world!” She laughed maniacally... before breaking down to a giggle. Even though she had to be serious, it was good sometimes to joke around and feel loose.
“Gee you had me going there for a sec, Twilight.” Spike appeared once again, pausing as he eyed Twilight’s dress, a mixture of surprise and shock written all over his face in a quick second. “Oh wow, that’s new!”
“I know right? Isn’t it the second prettiest thing you’ve ever seen? It makes me feel like a sexy goddess in the mood,” Twilight said, pulling a little on her skirt.
Spike rolled his eyes. “More like an Evil Queen who scares everyone,” he muttered.
“Oh, come on. Even though it looks that way, I’m doing what’s right for my Kingdom, which is making sure it’s a win-win on my side.”
“Twilight, you spent most of your time in the throne room sending people to the dungeon or banishing them.
“I sent them there and didn’t have to answer their favors, which also saved me time. See? Win-win.” Twilight smirked.
Spike rolled his eyes again. “Whatever. So, what’s on the menu? Looks like a big party.” As Spike said that, the doors to the dining hall opened. Twilight turned her direction towards it, being dumbfounded at what she saw.
The Captain of the Guard, wearing his honorable black suit. His suit displayed many badges that he had earned over his time of serving her, a huge purple star laying right in the middle of his chest, where his heart was buried. He had slacks that hugged his thighs, showing off his detailed muscles, the form of his bootcut figure causing something to stir inside Twilight.
The stir… it was happening again. Twilight was found immobile as she looked at him. What made it worse was that beautiful face of his, having a clean shave, the shiny gelled back hair … Everything just hit Twilight in the right places. He. was. Sexy.
She could see him now, laying down helplessly on the floor as she put her boot down onto his chest, tightening a noose that she put around his neck to control him. He looked at her with pleasure and pain. The face she looked at was built up confidence that was struggling to hold, waiting for her to deal the final blow at any moment.
She could see herself enjoying every bit of it, smiling down at him, inching her boot downwards. His clothing was resistant, but this didn’t stop the hungry girl that wanted to see him… suffer.
Twilight tried to fight her urges once again in a heated battle like the last time, the war obviously not over. She held her ground, but she didn’t know if she could take it.
Finally before she was almost ready to pounce him into oblivion, the door opened wider to show people walking in behind and passed him as a distraction for her. Twilight has won once again, but the damages were dealt with swift critical action. She hoped that it didn’t come to this again; she couldn’t take that stir anymore.
He walked up to Twilight and gave a standing bow. Then, he stood by her side and at attention. She tried her best to ignore him, even though it was tempting every time she moved her eyes over just a little.
“My Queen… dinner is served.”
Suddenly, another pair of doors opened as several plates of foods and other delightful delectables appeared. Crape Suezette, roast beef, chicken, rice, beef stew, flambee, any food imaginable arrived one by one, giving the room an atmosphere of deliciousness that made Twilight’s mouth salivate.
“Wow… So much food,” Spike commented as he watched the servants place the food on the table, the other nobles nodding as they did.
It wasn’t until Twilight looked up did she noticed that none of the other nobles were eating. All of them stared at her.
“What’s going on?” Twilight asked.
Her Captain lowered his head to whisper to her. “The custom is to begin only when the Queen starts, and the dinner will only finish when the Queen is done.”
Twilight seemed amazed and looked at the nobles. They all looked very hungry, but protocol demanded that they wait till she began to eat herself. Maybe she could have some fun with them first… This was her world. She could play with her food, and her subjects.
“Hmm… Do I really wish to eat all this? I hate to ruin my figure so soon...” Twilight smirked, looking at her mirror to admire herself.
The noblemen tensed up, horrified at the thought of not being able to eat all of the riches displayed before them, the steam rising off the deliciousness as if they were in a cartoon, going straight into their nostrils to tease them of its flavors. Ironically, it was eating them.
They watched in amazement as their Queen picked up her dinner fork. She admired the heavy metal betwixt her fingers, shining in the light to glow it’s golden skin. Taking it further into speculation, she twirled it in her fingers and felt the hard but smooth edges that were specially crafted for her kitchen, very much fascinating her to a degree.
As she did this, the nobles watched and waited. A few of them started to sweat while others distracted themselves by tapping their fingers or by viewing the room around them. Twilight grinned wickedly and enjoyed watching them squirm. Something about it made this all the more fun.
She continued to do this until finally, she dug into her food… spaghetti pasta to be precise. Twirling it in her fork and dangling it above her mouth, she watched as the loose piece dangled above her, only using her tongue to play with it a bit, the wheat following along like it was dancing.
Now the noblemen’s stress started to skyrocket. Some of them were actually panting now, waiting for the moment that the first piece went down her throat and into her belly. Slowly, Twilight lowered the fork to begin to eat, only to pull it back upwards, then lower it again, then up once more. She did this several more times, much to her amusement. She loved playing this game.
Finally, it was Spike who had to intervene. “For goodness sake, Twilight. Just it eat it already, I’m hungry!”
“You’re a mirror; you don’t eat,” she hissed, continuing to play with it for a few seconds more.
Finally, her desire had been reached. The nobles were now completely in disarray or worse. A few them looked famished, ravenous even. One had even fainted on the table itself. Satisfied, she finally set the spaghetti in her mouth and swallowed. Although, she made sure to chew it very slowly as she did. At this time is when she could savour the taste of the chef’s blood, sweat and tears put into such a hot delicacy, but she’s more into seeing her people fall at the moment to take notice of any special craftsmanship.
Once it was gone, the feast could begin.
Twilight giggled. “Enjoy.”
There wasn’t much to enjoy however. Many of the nobles had been so taken out by Twilight’s display, they hardly ate. It’s okay though, because that meant Twilight could eat most of the food for herself. She was rather hungry after all that tiresome work of messing with her subjects.
She had the servants give her three of everything on the table as she scarfed it down, one by one.
She relished in it wholeheartedly, no longer caring for the ones who basically starved to death beneath her feet. She wanted to eat the rich turkey that was smothered in gravy, ripping the skin as the juices fell onto her plate and table. She made sure to not let any of it touch her dress. She may be hungry, but she’s not going to look like a pig in front of these lowlifes. She has an image to still carry.
“Mmm… This is delicious! Spike, wanna try some?” she offered, still eating.
Spiked looked at her, deadpanned. “Twilight, I’m a mirror.”
She looked over to him for just a quick second, nonchalant. “I know. I’m just humoring you.”
Spike frowned. “Gee, thanks.”
“You're majesty… shall I bring the desert?”
Twilight had already eaten so much when the Captain had asked. Part of her wanted to stop, yet she was tantalized by the idea of treats. So she agreed, and was happy she did for suddenly, a large giant pink cake emerge.
Towering high that it touched the rooftop, this piece of sweet goodness was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was decorated in various colors and patterns, made entirely out of frosting and had six layers of it. It had chocolate truffles that were laced in purple, having at least six on all four sides of the cake, from layer to layer. Its smell was divine, a scent so strong it cut through the atmosphere and engulfed the entire room.
Servants dispensed the plates and began to hand out knives and forks to the other plates. It was when Twilight saw this that something inside began to churn, something dark, something, extreme.
Memories of her childhood came back of how she always had to share with the other kids, and how she hated giving up her sweet things because it was the ‘right’ thing to do. It was always something her parents will tell her, the ones that would never be around, never having the time to see their wonderful daughter grow into a smart woman. What do they know what’s right and wrong? Twilight didn’t even understand why people put those words together in a rivalry to what’s common sense. Who cares what they think? Twilight only knows that there is no right or wrong… There is only action.
And it’s her time to shine.
Suddenly Twilight reacted as the first few knifes gained closer to the cake, her cake. It was off. A sea of anger washed over her, making her leap from her chair and scream to the top of her lungs.
“NO!”
Suddenly the servants stopped, startled. They looked up to her and saw Twilight, her face red and filled with rage. She pointed to the cake, her hands shaking.
“That… is my cake!” She scratched now speaking through gritted teeth, “They… can’t… have it!”
Knowing they couldn’t do anything about it, they withdrew their blades, leaving the delicacy to its perfect form. This was Twilight’s moment, to take what she deserved right now. The temptation ran over her as her mouth watered. She no longer even cared about her dress anymore. This was an exception.
Twilight quickly jumped onto the table and ran for the delicious tower, holding up her cloak and dress to not trip on them. This was it, to finally taste the sweet succulent taste of cake. She didn’t have to take under her parents teachings, they aren’t here. It’s only her and her cake. To make it better, she gets to rebel against their teachings by letting everyone in the room watch her eat this cake in front of them, taking large gushes by hand and stuffing it all in her mouth, expeditiously.
She started laughing, becoming more sinister and sadistic as she destroyed the wonderful masterpiece. She could feel them look in anguish, tearing up in the eye as for why their Queen was doing this to them. What did they do wrong? Did she get mad for something that they did to get this kind of petty treatment?
No, it wasn’t any of those reasons… it was because she could.
“Gee Twilight... What a glutton.” Spike muttered as he watched the display.
As Spike and the others continued to watch Twilight devour the cake, The Door in the lobby glowed, now becoming darker as tiny clicks echoed in the hall...
A new morning meant a new day in Twilight’s world. Normally for her, she would moan, knowing she’d have to return to school and worse, deal with the student's there. All of them, especially the worst of the worst: the popular kids. But here, she could be the popular one. Here, she was the diva. She was the girl all the boys swoon towards… This gave her an idea.
“Spike, stay sharp. I’m going into my closet. We’re gonna have some fun.”
Twilight ran into the closet. Spike could only wonder what she was going to do this morning, especially after the cake incident.
“Uh, Twilight?” Spike asked, getting nervous.
“Spike my friend, It’s time I embrace my inner diva…”
“Uh oh.”
“... This morning, I show off!”
Twilight never did feel like she had to do this sort of thing, getting to pick out her style of clothing that explained who she was. She just mostly wore a lab coat and the regulars of school uniform clothing. But until recently, she couldn’t get enough of how she looked by appearance. Her first two dresses were immaculate, broad, cunning, and sexy. She felt sexy. She wanted more of this, and what other way to keep her game up than to experiment?
She bursted out of the door and started it off with a bang, coming out with a purple cloak that donned her whole figure, blocking everything inside. Even the hood was snug nicely over her head, covering a bit of her face in the shadows.
Spike looked at her, confused. “... That’s showing off how?”
“Hush Spike… Now just sit back and watch.”
“Oy.”
Immediately, she opened the cloak with the flick of her wrist, letting it glide in the air behind her back, revealing a beautiful two piece that hugged her body. The top was see through, giving anyone the opportunity to see her beautiful purple skin, only to be stopped when they get further down to her placed fitted cups of the same color. It was cut at the mid of her abdomen, showing a good portion of her belly.
Then came the skirt. Same color and same type of design, only that it gets darker closer to her waist. The lace peplums moved freely as they moved with Twilights hips. At the waist was an elastic waistband, scrunched together to fit perfectly to the design of the top.
Twilight pulled the cloak off slowly with both hands in her hair, her arms supporting as she brought it down to the scruff of her neck. Her eyes were half shut, feeling the smooth polyester make her lose her grip for a moment, like taking a hot shower. She was feeling every bit, smirking along the way. Afterwards, she flipped her hair to make the dress hers in a personal stance.
Spike just looked confused. “Again, I don’t really see the point of this.”
“The point is for me to enjoy this little feeling I'm having in my spirit.”
“If you say so… Your spirit does seem to like cloaks and floaty dresses.”
“That’s because my spirit knows what’s of good taste.” Twilight said, flipping her hair once more like a whip.
Spike sighed. “You really are turning into a diva, aren’t you?”
“Oh, shush. You love me.” She giggled before running back inside the closet, Spike awaiting for the torment of fashion judgment.
Few moments later, she walked out with grace as she stepped inside the room once more, wearing a one piece dress. It was quite simple with the same dark purple color, polyester and cotton stitched betwixt each other to make one fascinating piece. It came with a belt, a silver belt with many holes, donning a small ruby in the middle of it. It also came with a small head wrapped tiara and an amulet of the same color. The sleeves were a brighter shade of the primary, hanging somewhat loosely under the cape it wore. Even while it was simple, Twilight looked fascinating.
She viewed it in the mirror, having an observant eye for detail. “This seems like something a peasant would wear now that I see it. Why is this in my closet?”
“I don’t know. Maybe ask the thing that made your world?” Spike muttered.
Twilight laughed sarcastically. “Very funny.” She fixed up the dress a bit, wiping down the front to make it look better in her eyes. Unfortunately, it didn’t work for her, making her annoyed.
“Maybe it’s the world trying to tell you, that you once were, in your words… a peasant.”
Still looking in the mirror, she let her pride take over. “Well, even as a peasant, I’ll still look regal. Not even the kind would let all this go astray” she whipped her hair once more, starting to like the feeling.
“Well then, if you wanna go full on, find an outfit that just screams I’m an Evil Queen, obey me or die. Or something like that. I’m sure there's something in that slowly demented head of yours, Twi. Embrace the dark side.”
Twilight looked back at spike before going to the closet again. “Maybe I shall. Let the dark force pick next one. Hope it’s a good one.” She walked back in and closed the door. Now it was the time for her to really search for the best dress. The one that’ll say she comes with beauty and grace, but behind it leaving a trail of horror. Something that just labels her as death’s child walking alive to torment, helping her father with his job.
She searched quite frantically, looking through dress after dress for that special one. But she couldn’t find it. She didn’t understand why none of these were able to give a chill when she touched their hangers, or even looking at them. They just weren’t perfect.
Suddenly, she stopped and looked around. She was searching too hard. Dresses littered the floor and hangars lay bare on the posts. But something was still telling her it was here, she just had to search within herself.
She sighed and closed her eyes, thinking of all sorts of things. How she was yesterday as queen. She really invested in herself, only doing things that benefited her. She didn’t care for others. She’d rather kill than fill demands. It all came back to her. The villages she had blundered and laid waste, not even remembering the names of the lost. The children that died under her reign, for her to gain more power in anyway and at any cost. She didn’t care for her subjects, sending most of them to prison for the most frivolous reasons… she still didn’t care.
Oh how she loved telling off those two girls who wanted to test her. It felt so... wonderful. She still regret not taking them for execution for even coming to her with such a question. And all those people that were left famished in at dinner, that was her favorite. Seeing them lick their lips to have a taste of the most delicious food, fit for queen. She loved their suffering, watching them fall either to the floor or by their souls. And when she jumped for that delicious cake… Oh how she felt aroused as none of them had a single bite.
But in betwixt her memories was a piece that always came up to face her, as if it was in her face the whole time, not realizing until now. It was making her shake in arousal looking at it. As she got closer… she got scared. She wanted to move back, but it was pulling her in, like the devil playing his tricks. She wasn’t sure about it, but it looked breathtaking. It could rip the soul right out of anyone who even looked at it and… it was starting to take hers.
When she touched it, she gasped and opened her eyes. Her hand was on the most beautiful dress she’s ever seen. And she made it her mission to wear it now and for the rest of her reign.
Before Spike almost dozed off, Twilight barged through with audacity. He looked at her and surprisingly gawked at what she was wearing.
“Holy moly!”
Black was what he could see with hints of purple just about everywhere you wouldn’t expect. A small black skirt hugged her, having purple outlines at the bottom where her firm thighs lay bare. Behind her legs was the rest of the skirt draped down, purple contrasting with the black vise versa of the front. A small black top complimented the piece, having a thick cut V line purple design that was lace instead of cotton. The sleeves where short, almost close to her shoulders as they pushed up and fluffed out. She donned a pair of boots of the same color with a round toe cap, the outer sole dipped in purple. It had ten thick buckles, keeping it together. Finally, it donned a fantastic cape that pierced the whole dress together, offering a hood for accessory.
Twilight took a moment to look at herself, her eyes starting to glow red. She felt something wash over her, memories. Not ones of recent, but more far and more detailed. She felt its power course through her like a song touching one’s heart, to reach their most sensitive selves and give a critical blow… and it’s like she felt this before.
“T-T-Twilight... is… is that you?” Spike asked, his voice shaking.
Getting knocked out of her thoughts, she blinked and looked back at Spike. “Huh? Uh, yeah… How do I look?”
“E-Evil actually… sexy, but... evil.”
“It feels…” Twilight slowly cracked a smile. “So good.” Twilight slowly laughed, getting louder and louder as it was growing more maniacal and sinister.
Spike shuttered as he watched this horrid display. In his systems, he knew she was ready. She had completely given into her darkness, and the girl who was now Twilight Sparkle had left this world, replaced entirely by an Evil Queen; a monster; a being of pure malevolence. He could only hope when she entered the door would all go well...
A day had dawn, and thus a darker era for the Kingdom had finally begun. Whatever joy and happiness the kingdom once had was gone. The light had been fully stuffed out. Only the empty void of darkness descended across all the land.
Twilight bursted through the main gates of her room. Black had completely consumed her for black was her gown, a long red striped cloak draped behind her, and a dark veiled headdress adorning her head.
Strutting through the halls, she gave the appearance of the Dark Queen she had realized she always wanted to be. Confidently supreme, the other guards stood at attention and bowed as she passed them by, a wicked grin firmly planted upon her face.
The gates of the throne room opened and several peasants were there, awaiting her pardon or favor.
Twilight rolled her eyes at the sight of them. “Ugh, more of these plebeians… I’m not interested in their plight today.”
Waving her hand, all the villagers shattered into a million pieces, turning into piles of ash on the ground. The Guards took a step back and seemed shaken as Twilight walked up onto the throne, sitting back to enjoy this new found sense of power.
“Ah... It’s good to be the Queen.” She leaned back to feel the soft cushion against her head.
“Enjoying it already?” Spike appeared by her side in a mirror that was hastily brought here beforehand.
Twilight just chuckled. “Why, yes I am. I never felt so alive in my life! It’s great!”
“Just be careful Twilight, you might not like yourself by the end.”
“Oh please… I love the new me, I never wanna go back to that old life,” Twilight sneered, “The old me was a pushover. Not like the new more powerful me.”
“My Queen!”
Twilight looked down to see the Guard standing in front of her, that same sensational wave began to come over her again.
“We have a guest… Noblewoman… Madam Cinch is hear for your judgment.”
“Cinch?” Twilight eyes twitched.
“Yes… of the Crystal Village.”
The doors opened and Twilight could feel her nerves begin to tighten. There she was, this world’s perfect replica of her school principle. Stern, cold, and everything that just terrified her. But Twilight could not back down. “No,” she thought to herself. “This is my world! I rule, not her. She is at my mercy, not me!”
Taking a deep breath Twilight adjust her headress and looked down at her with a stern expression. The Queen would only allow for nothing but respect. In fact, now that she had a chance to confront her, she began to tingle with excitement.
“Bring her forth to me,” Twilight declared with a wave of her hand.
The two guards gestured Cinch closer now. She did not flinch, she didn’t feel fear, and Twilight could only feel anger towards this. But, she couldn’t lose her cool just yet.
“Why do you come to my dominion, peasant?” Twilight asked.
“I have come as the leader of the Crystal Village to ask you for a bit of money in order to insure that the Village remains the finest in all the land.”
Twilight raised a eyebrow. “Why?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why should I?” Twilight asked, loving this power over her.
“Because the village is the best. It is the most prestigious village in all you're land. You would be foolish to not aid it.”
Twilight’s eyes widened, she felt anger grow within her. She tightened the grip around the arms of her throne, her unknown strength causing it to crack as her eyes began to twitch.
“What… did you… say… to me?” Twilight’s voice muttered, her eyes slightly twitching. She kept her cool nonetheless. But a stormy weather formed within her heart, raining down on her empathy. All it would take was one blow to end it, and this may have been it.
Cinch however was not amused. She kept her sultry demeanor to her. She glared up at Twilight, not showing fear. How could she not show fear? This was her world! All showed fear in her world! Something was not right.
“I said you would be a fool not to do this.”
There was that word again. Fool. Twilight was no fool, she was Queen. Queen Twilight Sparkle, ruler of this land. This was her dominion to do as she saw fit. How dare she say that to her!
“You dare call me… A FOOL!”
Twilight’s eyes glowed red as she raised her hand, rising Cinch into the air with her magical abilities that came to her with ease. Finally, Cinch had a look of terror Twilight so desperately wanted to see in her.
She narrowed her hands as she could hear the snap of her bone come from her body as it began to crunch. The blood curdling scream of her bloodied mouth became music in Twilight’s ears, relishing every moment she can as it echoed in the room, her guards cringing and looking away from such explicit acts of terror.
“Who’s the fool now?”
Twilight bursted into a maniacal cackle as she continued to slowly close her hand into a fist, making Cinch bend and break until she had turned into nothing but dust. But it wouldn't be enough. No, such a punishment needed to be fully cemented.
“CAPTAIN!” She shouted, hearing him rush by her side and give a slight bow.
“Yes my Queen?”
“Gather the troops. We are going on a raid.”
*****
“Run for your life! Queen Sparkle approaches!”
The peasants ran in horror as the sound of horses rumbled in the distance, heading towards the emptying village. Black Knights began to swarm the area.
From her horse, Twilight stood above the hill, her hair waving in the wind as she watched with devious glee. Her dark cloak laid over her, the hood dawning her head, just like the bringing of death.
She loved this. This was always her favorite show, to watch as her men ravage through everything, plundering belongings. They may be even raping anything that’s left of the rich townsfolk. She waited until the fires sparked the houses, going from one, then the next, then the next. Under her soulless eyes raged the fire of all lost and tortured.
It was getting her off. Not caring if anyone was looking, Twilight lowered her hand near her pussy to feel the hot sensation of arousal around her fingertips. She sighed and moaned softly, hearing those screams of anxiety roam her ears, getting her hot and bothered. The spear going into a villager getting her to overflow with joy until she twitches in delight.
She stopped immediately however as the sounds of another horse road up towards her. She was ready to eliminate the fool until she realized that it was none other than The Captain.
“My Queen, I see you are enjoying the practice.” His voice was stoic and professional. As usual.
She looked over to him, her eyes glowing slightly as she grins. “Very much, Captain. Very much.”
The Captain signed, looking sad. “I am glad you are… I only wish I could offer you more, something to truly show my loyalty.
She took in his words and thought drunkenly. She lowered her eyes and looked disappointed, looking over his body. This was where she knew her opportunity had risen.
“Well, there’s a few things you can still do to prove your worth to me…”
“Anything, my Queen… You are the most dark and evil in all the land. And for that, I serve thee.”
Twilight looked at him once more, not showing any emotion for the next few seconds. “... I want you to see me by The Door in exactly three hours from now… then, we may begin there. For now, make sure those soldiers do what they are assigned.”
The Captain bowed. “As you wish.” He rode his horse down to the village, leaving twilight to herself once more.
After he left, she reached for one of her breast slowly, cupping and squeezing her covered flesh, biting her bottom lip at the thought of seeing the Captain once again.
Twilight withheld a moan in her mouth. “Come on, Twilight. Not yet... Soon…” She picked up the saddle strap and rode back to the castle, thinking about what was coming to pass.
As night fell, Twilight stood by the door, her mirror with her as she waited for the Captain. With her free time, she prepared herself. Whipping her hair, pulling her cloak around her, and channeling every diva girl and bitch she ever met at Crystal Prep
Spike appeared and just moaned. “So, finally admitted you're evil huh? You ready for what’s beyond that door? It ain’t pretty, I’ll tell you that.”
Twilight stood there and looked at it, paying little heed to Spike. “In some way, I feel what’s behind it… I don't know how, but it just feels… dark.”
“Yeah it’s an EVIL door, emphasis on EVIL,” Spike replied, knowing he was going to get little out of her.
“Yeah… It’s one evil door... Nice color.”
Seeing that this was going nowhere, Spike rolled his eyes. “Good Luck, Twilight.” And with that, he vanished.
Finally her Captain had arrived, and oh did he looked glorious. He moved with such stride and confidence, his feet making the ground shake like a boulder, and his arms broke through the air like steal. It was everything Twilight could have imagined and more.
“My Queen...” He stopped in front of her and gave a standing bow, to where Twilight put her hand under his chin and raised him back up straight.
“Listen… I need you to stay focused. Once we enter this room, there’s no going back until we are finished...” Twilight stared at him.
“Of course.” He said, not knowing what to expect.
Twilight smiled. “Good.” Afterwards, she moved her hand for the door, it raising a dark purple color aura as she gets closer. It got brighter and brighter, the color going farther out until she touched it. Once so, the door sucked all of it within it’s cracks to look just like a regular door.
She turned the knob and slowly pushed it open, the darkness consuming the whole room.
“Get in.” Twilight gestured, to which he followed. Once so, she closed the door behind them.
At first, the room was completely dark. They couldn’t see anything within a few inches of there nose. However as if it had a will of it’s own, the room alit with a dark purple flame.
Inside laid a very old room, with patterns of royalty. Twilight’s insignia was shown all across the parameter, even being on a queen size bed that stood tall. The walls had integrated bookshelves filled with different pieces of literature, from sci-fi to dark fantasies. A black chandelier hanged over them, lit with a purple blaze. And there was even a small cauldron filled with ice and glass containments with Twilight's face plastered all over it, too cups closeby on a small table.
Then that’s when she felt it. This room… she remembers it. She remembers everything that went down in here, from where secret traps lay to just simple levers for certain projects… one involving…
Her eyes glowed red. It was time to begin.
“I must admit your Highness… this is quite a spectacular place to rest. Why not use it often?” her Knight asked, taking in the detail.
Twilight walked over to the bookshelves. “I know it’s quite nice, but this room is only used for special purposes such as this.
“Such as what my Queen?”
Twilight looked back at him, showing her red eyes to him. “Such as this, Dusk.” She pulled one of the books off the shelf, making the walls turn aflame with purple. Dusk was startled, not expecting such a change in a beautiful room, nor was he expecting not to move. Even if he wanted to, his body said no every time.
That’s when he looked down to see he’s trapped under... magic. He looked up to his queen to see her holding up her hand, leading the ratchet force to channel him. She picked him up and tossed him onto the bed, hearing him fall with a loud thud, the bed springs breaking his drop.
“My Queen, have I displeased you?” he asked nervously. “Please tell me if I did and I will do everything I can to change it.”
Twilight then forced his body down, locking his arms and legs down with magical ropes, wrapping them under the bed to keep hold.
“Don’t worry, Dusk. You’ve done nothing wrong.” She ripped his clothes off, only having him in his underwear. “Tonight is about you doing everything right.”
“M-my Queen… I-I don’t understand… I have served you loyally… I admire you're darkness and cruelty… But, what have I done to deserve this?”
“Simple…” Twilight got onto the foot of the bed, the flames now arising under the floor. She got closer and sat on his abdomen, leaning in to grab his chin. “... You just make me… horny.”
She pressed her lips on his with force, sliding in her tongue to immediately assume power over him. His lips almost made her drunk. They felt smooth and tasted delicious. She wanted more of this, more of him.
He struggled under her, getting her wet with every passing moment. She wanted to see some fight in him, it got her excited for when she could break him down to an obedient little pet of her own.
She ripped her lips away, hearing him gasp.
Twilight laughed darkly whipping her cloak around as it encircled the bed like a predator.
“M-My Queen… S-So forceful. I… I-uh… I should know… but I…..” His breathing made it difficult to talk, “Please,.. not so rough.” He looked so cute when he begged for comfort. Twilight unfortunately had other ideas.
“Trust me Dusk… In my watch, you’ll be fine.” She slid down his body, her clothes dragging along against his purple bare skin. She went further until her face was met with his underwear, his bulge well known to her. “... But, I need you to prove your allegiance to me at any time, at any cost.”
He gulped, feeling embarrassed as his queen looked at his already hard member underneath his cloth. She found this amusing.
“Y-Yes mam.”
“Good.” Twilight immediately pulled his underwear down to see his flaccid member. It was a sight to behold. She always wondered how it was like to have sex in such ways. She never truly had the opportunity to find that one special person she could always do this to for her desire. But now, she gets to feel it all firsthand.
“Don’t cum.” She wrapped her hand around his member, feeling it twitch by his beating heart. She stopped her red eyes from glowing and looked up to Dusk with bedroom eyes, giving him a sense of calm to help him harden his shaft.
Once it was hard and ready, she licked around his gland, hearing him sigh as her wet hot tongue circled around the organ to get it prepared. As he released his first moans, she suddenly squeezed his member hard, making him yelp. He looked down at twilight to which she’s looking back, still licking around his gland. Of course she wasn’t going to go by what he told her. She didn’t know why he thought that she wasn’t going to play rough, but she’s letting him know now… This won’t be a cakewalk.
She wrapped her mouth around his gland and pushed her head down, going further until she got the whole tip in her mouth. He sharply sucked up air as his Queen goes down on him, taking in every inch he offered. Even if it felt amazing, he tried to resist the pleasure while Twilight watches his futile attempts. It was natural for men to have this kind of feeling, a woman stirring up their loins to make them want to crave for their sexual desires. But the ones that always struggle are the fun ones. Twilight learned this as she continued playing with him, looking at how he reacts to her assault.
She pulled his member out and roughlty pumped his shaft as fast as she wanted. Hearing him quickly empty out his lungs, his chest twitching from her motive. Oh how she loved watching him squirm. She felt like a cat playing with a mouse that she managed to capture, playing with her favorite dinner before enjoying the fresh meal.
She felt him pulsate quickly, her hand registering the hard thumps of his blood coursing through his member. She could feel him getting closer with every stroke she gave, every moan she devoured to get close to his sweet release all over face.
That’s when she stopped… and when she stopped, she heard his pain. His member was hot and ready to blow, some pre oozing from his urethra. She just caught him right at the moment, making her chuckle at such a high fault. She licked his head once more again before completely letting go of his member, licking up his pre to clean up. His musk made Twilight drunk with lust, taking in a nice whiff of his cologne. He smelled like spring breeze in the night woods, like he was the leader of a wolf pack that hid in the night to search subtly for its prey, attacking with force once close to his target.
She could see that in him, in his spirit. For his pack, he committed to it in ways that he found to contribute to their cause, to help them gain more than what they had before. She saw his loyalty everytime he tried to impress her with his next project, or his next objective, to see where his rank may take him.
To Twilight, she really didn’t care about any of it. She just wanted some of that pretty face. Which came to mind...
“Sit up.” She pushed herself away from his member, kneeling in front of him. After she released his bindings, He followed like an obedient dog. “Good pet.”
“M-My Queen… Please, I-I feel… pain,” he bitched, feeling such buildup in his nether regions.
Twilight laughed and patted him on the head. “Ah… I know, and I’ll make it all better. But first, you need to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
This was her que. She crawled over to his side and turned around, laying back on her back with the pillows supporting her head, the cape laying off to the side under her. She motioned for her skirt and pulled it up, revealing her exposed wet pussy to him, just dying to be touched. She made sure she was prepared for this moment. She didn’t want to go through the motion of him taking it off for her. She needed it now.
“Dig in.”
He looked at her snatch, feeling quite embarrassed. She could see he wasn’t expecting to see his Queen in such a position. Yet, his penis still hardened, looking a little bigger than Twilight first witnessed.
Reluctant, he got his head in between her legs, his arms shifting between her hips to support him. She could feel his breath tickle her, making the juices continue to lubricate her lips. She had an itch and she needed it handled.
“Stop stalling and get licking!” She grabbed his head and forced his mouth to make impact on her pussy, making her twitch. It felt wonderful, she could feel his face touch her in every way she didn’t expect would work. If only he understood how she felt.
Getting the point, he began to eat her out, his tongue penetrating her wet lips to invade her insides. She quietly moaned as he continued to lick and slurp all of what she had to offer. To make it more exhilarating, he licked on and all around, making sure he didn’t miss a spot unsatisfied.
“Mmm… Good, faster now, make sure it get it all!”
She couldn’t believe how much this felt good. Every single lick made her feel giddy in her stomach as he got deeper and deeper inside of his Queen. Her moans became louder as he drove with more force, making her wrap her legs around his head and pull him closer, making her grab onto the sheets and squeeze hard from the stimulating thrill, making her crave for more for his loyalty.
“You are doing magnificent, my pet… So much as I might allow you to release...” she panted. She put her hands onto his head and messed up his hair, making it more messy as his reward. Twilight wanted to give him some kind of indication that he was on the right track to proving himself to her.
She unwrapped her legs from his head, finding it mighty hard to do from her relentless force. “That’s enough!” She patted his head, signaling him to stop. Once he did, she moved away before entrapping him once again in her magical clutches. She’ll never get tired of that.
“D-DId I do something wrong… M-My Queen..?”
“No… In fact, you are about to perform you're most important task for me yet.” With that, Twilight turned him on his back and laid him back down, his bindings back to where they were. She got on top him, wrapping his legs with her boots to lock in as her pussy touched his penis. It made her quiver at the thought of him being inside her. What would it feel like? Big? Small? Really hot? She couldn’t wait for it to sate her every need for a stress relief. Dealing with all these villagers made her day terrible and she really needed this.
There was no time to pause. Now is the time to strike.
“Ready you're sword, my knight.” She lifted herself along his shaft until she got to his tip, letting it prod before sliding the hot member into her awaiting embrace. The heat alone got her more turned on than his face showing oodles of pleasure. She’s finally having this opportunity to really let it sink in, going deeper until her snatch hit his base, her juices coating his pubic hair.
She sighed in satisfaction. He well enough met her expectations on entry. Now it only calls for what may happen to the rest of the night. The flames grew brighter and larger. Their sweat seeps through their skin in this hot situation. It was her move.
She put her hands onto his bare chest and lifted herself off his dick, letting it slide out at the gland before slamming back in. it felt so amazing. His penis penetrated her so easily and made her starve for more of it. She jammed down everytime she had the chance to feel it again, wiggling her hips to make sure it touched her sides. She felt full when she let his member have the shot of ravaging her whenever she could, her cape and cloths billowing violently as she moved.
But what made this more enjoyable was the way he looked while giving his all to her. He looked so tired, filled with much anxiety. She loved this. It made her want to do more to get herself off. Yes, it’s all about the Queen, the Goddess. Once he realised that, he would be ready to submit to her at every whim.
She clawed his chest to deal with the size adjustment. It felt too good. Twilight didn’t know if she could hold much longer. The room was getting hotter, the flames were getting bigger and brighter, her cape was blowing behind her back violently. Twilight laughed heartily as their sweat mashed them closer into a sticky hot bundle, the sloppy sounds of hard slaps echoing in the room.
The whole room cracked as as her laughter became more and more sadistic and audible. She finally let loose, her juices coating his member as she heard him cried out in pain, the Fire completely engulfing them after he came deep inside of her cervix, letting it overflow with his spunk. The room started to warp, her laugh was distorting. She finally won.
Twilight woke up, slowly taking everything in. She was in a dark space that felt warm.
“Wha… What happened… Why is everything so wet?” She looked down to the floor to notice the wet substance on the floor under her. She sighed, having to clean a mess she caused on her own.
She got up at once and looked around. Suddenly, her machine was sparking and smoking.
“Oh no!” She opened the door quickly with some resistance stopping her before getting back out into the garage. She looked back at for a second to notice at sparked a fire on the side where the CPU laid. It must’ve overloaded.
She hastily looked around the garage to find an extinguisher for she always kept handy by the her dad’s tool bench. Once in hand, she pulled the pin to break the tamper seal and sprayed the fire down, putting it out until she saw no more smoke.
She panted, trying to relax from an almost major accident. Then, she looked at her machine once again, taking in what just happened into consideration. “What… what happened to… my world..?”
Everything she had experience, everything she had been through, it felt so real. It was real, at least to her. But now it was gone, everything she had experience; over. What was stranger, she didn’t regret doing any of it.
Now reality would sink in and so would the boundaries that came with it. Goodness, rules, all those things once again replied. But that doesn’t mean she’d have to live them.
With a determined look on her face, Twilight grabbed her toolbox and set to work on rebuilding her machine, hoping one day to return to her dark fantasy world and live a life without rules and limits once again.
‘Just got to make sure it last longer this time, that’s for sure.’
