“Tell me, Rose. How is the schedule for today?” King Sombra asked.

“You have a tour of the farms this afternoon,” I answer. “Their production is down from last month.”

“By how much?”

“At least ten percent. The royal accountants told me they may have been lying on their reports. There were some discrepancies they couldn’t verify.”

“I see.” King Sombra grabbed his cloak, checking the clasp. He draped it over his body, the material fluttering slightly as he flung it over his back.

My neck felt so sore. A sudden, painful kink, like I had slept incorrectly. I twisted my neck, rolled my shoulder, but it didn’t go away. I twisted my head again, the motions becoming more elaborate and exaggerated.

The pain stopped. I relaxed, and as my body settled I looked back at King Sombra. The turns of my neck had shifted my view, and I got a long look at King Sombra’s dick before his cape settled into place. It looked so…enticing.

“Anything else?” He had been waiting for me.

“Yes. There’s also a pegasus waiting in the dungeons. She appears to have been scouting out the kingdom. She was quiet about who sent her, but her bag is made of Everfree hemp.”

“Is it, now?” King Sombra smiled. “I was wondering when those two would take notice of my activities. For Princesses, they can be quite unaware.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but no sound came. I could feel something pressing on my throat, choking me, coaxing the air out of it. I looked down, but there was nothing there, just my dirty coat.

“What was that, Rose?”

He stared at me, waited for a reply. I coughed, the pressure on my throat becoming more and more pronounced. “N-nothing.”

“But you seem so eager to say something.” He leaned in. “It must be important.”

“I…” I could barely breathe.

“Say it, Rose. Speak your mind.” He was still smiling. I could hear the amusement in his voice.

“I… Those Princesses…”

“Yes?”

“They aren’t as good at ruling as you are.” The pain shifted. I felt my throat flex. “You deserve to rule all those ponies instead of them.” As soon as the last word was out, the pain vanished. I took a deep, unrestricted breath, and it felt wonderful.

“Why Rose, you flatter me.” His teeth were showing. “I appreciate your honesty.”

“Of course, my lord.”

He turned back to the bed. “Is that all there is today?”

“Yes, unless something comes up. The tour of the quarry has been delayed due to weather. We have so few pegasi available, there were complications.”

“Oh dear. That means my morning is suddenly vacant. I really should let that prisoner stew for a bit, after all.” He turned back to me. “Tell me, Rose, just how am I going to fill my schedule now?”

“I don’t know, my lord.”

“Oh, I’m sure you have some suggestions.” He took a few steps toward me. “Go on, I insist. You have my permission, it’s not like you could offend me. Please, speak your mind.”

“I—” Headache. It hit me like loose stone from a tall building. I wanted to tell him something, to say something that I had been wanting to say for a long time.

“Yes?”

“I—” My throat hurts again. “Fuck me, please.” It’s like the words have been dragged out of me. Like something reached into my throat and tore them out. Something slimy and cruel. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

He actually did laugh that time. I couldn’t speculate as to why. Maybe…maybe it’s because I wasn’t good enough for him.

He waved a hoof at his bed. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

I trotted over to bed. My legs felt so sore. I hadn’t been standing in his room that long, but I suddenly felt so tired. Once I was off my feet, the feeling faded in an instant.

I gasped. His dick was already sliding into me. No pretense or games. Perhaps he had gotten bored of them. Perhaps I was too easy a target.

“How does that feel, Rose?” He didn’t even wait for me to answer before pulling back and thrusting in again. “You know how much I love honesty.”

“It…it feels amazing.” The words spilt out without any input from me.

“Does it?” Another thrust.

“Yes. Please…please do it harder. Break me in half.” I didn’t even feel my throat anymore, didn’t feel my mouth moving. My voice felt like it was being used by somepony else, like a hoof was pushing my jaw and throat, coaxing noise out of them.

His bod—his pen—his dick feels the same, yet different. It feels like someone else is moving my body, but I can feel every inch of him in my body. It feels so warm, so filling, so smooth.

He wrapped a hoof around my shoulder, pressing me, forcing me down and pushing himself deeper into me. It felt…

“Go on, say it,” he muttered.

“Amazing…”

“Vibrant, are you okay?”

Vibrant started, violent and fast. The book she had been holding fell backward, and her chair scraped and tilted and fell.

She jerked her head to the side. “What?”

Rose smiled. “Sorry, did I startle you? You’ve been in here a really long time.”

Vibrant glanced up. There were stacks of book piled around her. Most were dusty and teetering, spilling over their shelves and onto the floor. A few neater piles were stacked on the desk in front her and behind her seat, though her chair had toppled a few.

“Sorry, I…” Vibrant put a hoof to her head. “I must have lost track of what I was doing. I…” Her eyes darted to the book she had been reading. A handbound journal, identical to the dozens in a crate a few feet away. “I saw something in my hoofwriting, and I got…distracted…”

“Oh, you did?” Rose tilted her head to look at the desk. “What was it? Can I see?”

“No!” The snap of her hoof echoed in the cavernous storage room. “I…I mean…sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Rose dusted off her coat. “I guess anything from back then would be a little uncomfortable to look at.”

“Right…back then.”

“Anyway,” Rose turned back to the door, “I just wanted to check on you. I’m nearly done with the first room, so let me know if you need any help.”

“Rose?”

“Yes?”

“Why did we volunteer to sort the archives, again?”

“Well, I volunteered because it felt familiar.” Rose put a hoof to her chin. “I guess I used to do something in a library or the like before…you know, before he showed up. And I wanted to make sure that Princess Cadance got all the help she needed.”

“Yea, it’s…it’s nothing.”

“Okay…” Rose turned back to the door. Her steps echoed slightly as she trotted out.

Vibrant shut the book she had been looking through. There were dozens of them just like it. Her hoofwriting was unmistakable. She flipped open the front cover. “Transcribed by Vibrant Pet, under order of His Grace King Sombra” was printed so neatly on the first page.

She glanced back at the crate that held the rest of them. They had been ordered by the Princess to be careful, to avoid damaging anything. “History should be preserved, even the unsavory parts,” she had said.

Vibrant pushed the book forward, and it slid off the desk and onto the rest of them.

Perhaps I can find some way to nail it shut…

Author's Note

Is it possible to forget something that you don't remember? I guess if it isn't, then Vibrant got a pretty crappy ending

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