My Little Slave: Submission is Magic

Chapters

The Proposition
First Day
Serving the King

The Proposition

The Crystal Empire, though no longer under Sombra’s dark influence, was still in danger of returning to their former servitude. The citizens feared the possibility of having the dark overlord as their ruler, quivering every time he made his presence. The only reason they were safe was because they were under the watchful eye of Princess Cadance, Shining Armor, and the Elements of Harmony, who offered to stay and provide their protective services.

“What am I going to do?” Cadance asked, circling the throne room. Twilight and her friends watched as the crystal princess constantly retraced her steps. “My kingdom needs me to stop Sombra and rid them of their nightmares, but I don’t know what to do!”

Twilight Sparkle walked towards the distressed princess. “You did as much as you could possibly do. There’s no need to bear all the weight of your kingdom by yourself.”

“But they’re my subjects, Twilight. I can’t let them fall under his reign again.”

“I still say this could be solved quickly if we just go out there and put him out of his misery!” Rainbow Dash blurted.

“Not this again...,” Applejack muttered, rolling her eyes.

“I’m telling you, all we have to do is go out there, give him the old one two, and BAM, down for the count!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, jabbing at the air to leverage her point.

“I appreciate your suggestion Rainbow Dash,” Cadance began, giving a weary frown. “But I can’t afford that risk. He’s been known to manipulate a pony’s mind if they aren’t on their guard. I won’t have you girls recklessly throwing your lives away.”

“So what, we just stand here and wait for something to happen!?” Rainbow Dash asked.

Cadance nodded. “Sadly, that’s all we can do.”

The more they resisted, the more King Sombra pushed. It was a never-ending cycle that was wearing on the princess.

“Twilight, we got some bad news!” The group turned around noticing the frantic dragon running towards them.

“What is it, Spike?” Twilight pressed.

“Well… that!!”

Spike pointed towards the horizon. The shadowy presence of King Sombra pressed through the barrier. Shining Armor cringed as he tried to keep the barrier intact, but his focus was weakening. The shield surrounding the Empire dimmed, diming with each push the dark lord.

“This isn’t good,” Twilight stated, “At this rate he’ll break through any moment.”

The crystal ponies ran toward shelter, trying to hide from the demonic stallion that was surely going to make them his servants once again.

“What are we going to do!?” Spike exclaimed.

“I’m telling you, we’re not going to get rid of him unless we deal with him once and for all!” Rainbow Dash argued again, clenching her fist together.

“Dash, don’t be a fool!” Applejack called out. “Ya already heard what the princess done said about all of us going out there! It can be more damaging than helpful!”

“Oh what, and standing here looking like a bunch of helpless wimps is helping any?!”

“Rainbow Dash, I understand your frustration,” Cadance responded, “but I can’t have all of you risking your lives trying to stop him.”

“Well then, since no one else wants to help me stop him, I’ll do it myself!”

The determined mare was about to storm out of the Castle before a set of nervous yellow hands grasped her shoulders.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Fluttershy muttered. “What if you can’t beat him? What happens if you get hurt, or worse…?”

“That’s just a risk I’m going to have to take!” Rainbow Dash replied, pushing Fluttershy’s hands away. “Unless Ms. Egghead over there has a brilliant idea. I’m not going to wait around much longer.”

Twilight attempted to come up with a viable solution. She was pressed for options; she needed to find a way to stop Sombra from attacking the citizens. It was hard to come up with anything logical, especially under the stressful conditions.

“I’m waiting,” Rainbow Dash stated impatiently. “Sombra isn’t going to sit there while you pussy foot around!”

“Rainbow Dash, you really need to calm down!” Rarity lectured. “I’m sure Twilight will come up with something soon.”

Twilight put her hands to her chin and continued thinking. Her friends argued amongst each other, ruining her train of thought. If only she could convince them to calm down.

Convince... that’s it!

“Girls, I think I have a plan,” Twilight announced, catching everyone’s attention.

“Well, what is it!?” Rainbow Dash asked eagerly.

“I’m going to warn you now that you aren’t going to like this idea...”

“Twilight, any idea is better than no idea! Just lay it on me,” Rainbow Dash encouraged.

“Well, in order for it to work, we’re going to have to let Sombra in...”

Rainbow Dash and the others did a double take at her response.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly,” Rainbow Dash began. “It sounded like you said we should let the FREAKING EMPEROR OF DARKNESS IN!”

“I knew you wouldn’t like the idea,” Twilight responded, scratching the back of her head.

“Are you loco in the coco, Twilight?” Pinkie Pie exclaimed as she knocked her fist against Twilight’s skull. “That idea sounds insane!”

“I have to agree with Pinkie,” Rarity commented. “You’re not thinking straight. If Sombra were to have access to the empire, oh- I can’t imagine what he would do!”

“That’s just the thing,” Twilight tried to explain. “I don’t think he’s willing to hurt the empire, especially with his potential slaves here.”

“Still though, Ah don’t think it’s a wise idea to let the shield down with a bunch of panicking ponies roaming the streets,” Applejack argued.

“That’s why we’re going to confront him when the shield is down. We might not have the power to completely defeat him, but we can ward him off if he tries anything.”

The group looked skeptically at Twilight, pondering her decision.

“Twilight, I think you’re making a very dangerous move,” Cadance stated. “However, it’s better than what any of us have come up with so far. Are you sure you and your friends can handle Sombra in case something goes wrong?”

“I’m sure we can handle that creep. Right girls?”

Rainbow Dash, not wanting to show off any weakness, was the first to speak out.

“Of course we can!” she replied punching at the air. “No slave-driver’s gonna beat us!”

“Agreed!” Pinkie replied.

“Ah’m on board if Twilight here thinks it’s a good idea.”

“Well, it’s better than sitting here and waiting.” Applejack responded.

Fluttershy hesitated to agree, backing up and shivering slightly.

“Fluttershy, are you in or not?” Rarity called out. “We could really use your help.”

“I don’t know…” Fluttershy muttered. “What can a small pony like me do against a big meanie like him?”

“What we always do!” Rainbow Dash chimed in. “Stick together and kick enemy butt!”

“But… I’m not good at butt kicking…”

“Fluttershy, we need you for this,” Twilight encouraged, smiling warmly at her. Fluttershy tapped her fingers together nervously and nodded.

“Then it’s settled,” Cadance stated. “We will follow you to make sure you’re safe. However, the rest is in your hands, Twilight.”

The group rushed out into the streets, watching as the civilians fled in panic at the sight of the looming darkness. The citizens that weren’t running out in the streets took refuge in small alleys in attempt to hide from the evil tyrant. The element bearers rushed towards Shining Armor, eager to inform him of the plan.

“So exactly what do you plan on doing when we lower the shields?” Rainbow Dash questioned. “Feed him milk and cookies and have a grand old time with him?”

“Ooh! That would be a great idea!” Pinkie shouted out excitedly, oblivious to Rainbow Dash’s sarcasm.

“You’ll understand once I start talking to him,” Twilight stated.

“Talking?”

With Shining Armor in sight, Twilight picked up the pace and dashed towards her big brother. He looked at her in surprise, not expecting her or her friends and his wife to be out in the field.

“Twiley?” he began weakly, obviously drained from having to constantly pour his magic into the protective dome surrounding the capitol. “Why are you out here?”

“It’s a long story, big brother. Right now though, we need you to let down the shield.”

“WHAT!”

“Trust me, that was our reaction, too,” Applejack explained, catching up with Twilight. “However, Twi here says she got a plan,. And we trust her .”

Shining Armor pursed his lips, looking at his wife to make sure she was going along with this.

“Honey, it’s fine,” Cadance reassured. “Do as Twilight asks. They’ll be able to handle it.”

The head of the Royal Guard sighed and looked back at his sister. “Alright. If you say so.”

With that said, the shield lowered, allowing the darkness to sweep over the city. King Sombra, finally inside the city, laughed menacingly as he towered over the fearful ponies.

“So, you finally decided to give up and allow me to take what is rightfully mine,” Sombra snarled. “A wise choice. It’ll save my property from more severe punishments than they’ve already earned.”

“On the contrary,” Twilight called out, “We aren’t forfeiting anything to you. We’re giving you a chance to end this pointless war!”

Sombra glared at the pony he considered inferior. “You, of all ponies, have the audacity to claim you’re giving me a chance? What in Equestria could you possibly do if I denied your request?”

“Nothing by myself. However, with my friends here, we have the power to push you back if necessary. We might not be strong enough to kill you, but we can make sure you never get what you want. You know that better than anyone, don’t you?”

Sombra snarled from the shadows, agitated by Twilight’s statement. As much as he loathed the fact, he knew her words rang true.

“Fine,” Sombra hissed. “What is it that you want.? Make it brief or I’ll resume attacking your pitiful nation regardless of what you threaten me with.”

“Well first of all, come down here and confront us face to face and not behind the shadows,” Twilight demanded. “I’ll discuss things with you then.”

The dark emperor submerged his head into the lofty shadows and allowed them to come crashing in front of Twilight. Everyone backed up except for Twilight, who stood in front of the intimidating shadows with her arms folded. Out of the darkness came the tall, burly King Sombra. His coal black body was draped in his royal cape; he wore his crown proudly, which held back his long flowing hair. If it wasn’t for his demonic green eyes with red irises, he might not have seemed as intimidating.

“Well, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” Sombra snapped impatiently. Twilight cleared her throat and began to speak.

“Well Sombra, you aren’t blind to the devastation and fear filling the crystal ponies’ hearts.”

“I could honestly care less about their fears,” Sombra callously responded. “They are peasants; they should be grateful I even allowed them a place to live while they were my servants!”

“You piece of...” Rainbow Dash clenched her fist and made an attempt to walk towards Sombra, before being blocked by Twilight’s magic.

“Dash, stay out of this,” Twilight stated. “I can handle it.”

Rainbow Dash folded her arms disapprovingly, quickly approaching her limit on how much she could tolerate of the black tyrant.

“Now as I was saying, these crystal ponies are not going to want to return to you. And we aren’t going to give them up to you either.”

“So why are we even having this conversation?” Sombra asked. “I have no intention of leaving here without what’s rightfully mine!”

“I figured as much. While we won’t turn over any of these citizens to you, I would be willing to offer you something else in exchange for ending this war once and for all.”

The king stood there smirking, amused by her odd proposition. He glanced at the chaos behind Twilight and the others, seemingly proud of the panic he caused.

“You are obviously acting out of desperation,” he replied. “trying to swindle me out of my property, and instead hand me whatever miserable trinket you deem serviceable. Don’t belittle me with such a pitiful gesture.”

“Well, you don’t have any other options,” Twilight stated confidently. “If you deny this proposition, things will just return to normal. You’ll keep fighting this fight and make no progress toward regaining the empire. In the end, you will end up with nothing, and keep pushing for what you ultimately won’t be able to obtain. It’s either go home with something, or nothing at all.”

The others smiled at Twilight’s ability to pin the king in a corner. Twilight looked at Sombra victoriously, a scowl forming on his face. He hated being bested like that, especially by an inferior mortal such as Twilight. If there was one thing that made his blood boil, was a peasant talking down on him. He wanted to put the mare in her place; show her why she shouldn’t act so high and mighty in front of a king.

And that’s when a devilish thought developed in his mind.

“So, Twilight,” he began, his voice leaking demonic tones. “As long as I don’t take the crystal ponies, you are willing to compromise? ”

“Correct.”

That was all the response he needed to have a small grin break through his scowl.. Twilight grew concerned about the intentions of Sombra.

“With that said, I do not intend on leaving without somepony leaving with me. I will have my slave.”

“I already told you, you aren’t going to take any of these crystal ponies with you!”

“Who said anything about crystal ponies?” Sombra smugly retorted, inching his way towards the confused mare. The elements took their stance, making sure that Sombra didn’t try anything while he walked closer to Twilight. Once in reach, Sombra put his cold, firm hands under Twilight’s chin, bewildering her.

“While having all my subjects return to me would be nice, if I can’t be given that pleasure, I might as well take the next best thing: one of Celestia’s precious Elements of Harmony.”

The group gasped, Rainbow Dash in particular not liking this demand.

“No way! She’d never agree to serving under the likes of you!”

Rainbow Dash’s outburst caused Sombra to chuckle deeply. “Let’s not kid ourselves. While I might have the disadvantage, none of you want to keep this going longer than it needs to. You’ve robbed me of my property; I don’t think it’s too much to demand your servitude in exchange of the sanity of the entire empire.”

“How rude!” Rarity scoffed. “I can’t believe you’d make such a disgusting demand!”

Twilight remained silent. She didn’t want to be in the position she was in. She hated anything to do with the dark lord, and was just as disgusted as everybody else that he would consider making her his slave. However, how could she allow Sombra to terrorize so many innocent ponies any longer?

“If I were to comply,” Twilight began, “would you end your tyranny on the empire?”

“Twilight, you can’t honestly be considering this!” Rainbow Dash shouted in shock.

“If you agree to be my property, my subject to do with as I see fit, then I will leave this nation alone.” Sombra took notice of Twilight’s discomfort, satisfying the sadistic stallion. He had regained control of the situation, and forced Twilight into a difficult decision, knowing she would lose no matter what choice she makes.

Twilight took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself and looked him in his haunting eyes. “I want it in writing.”

“Twilight, what are you doing!”

Her friend’s cries went unanswered. Sombra snapped his fingers, a contract arising from the smoke around him.

“Read this carefully,” Sombra hissed. “Once you sign this, you will be mine.

Twilight grabbed the paper and read through it’s content, analyzing what she was getting herself involved in.

This contract binds the signer into eternal servitude to King Sombra. All conditions and rules must be obeyed at all times. If at anytime the signer disobeys commands, Sombra has the right to punish him/her anyway he sees fit. The jobs the slave will be required to do include but are not limited to:

1. Cleaning

2. Cooking

3. Bathing Sombra

4. Tending to Sombra’s personal needs

5. Guard

If Sombra feels the signer is in anyway trying to usurp or kill him, he has the permission and right to end the signer’s life on the spot.

x___________________________________________________

Twilight stared at the contract with sadness. It was as if she was signing a contract with the devil, which wasn’t too far from the truth.

“Twilight, you don’t have to do this!” Cadance called out. “There has to be another way.”

“Yeah! We’d rather stand and fight then to watch ya submit yourself to this guy,” Applejack stated.

The shadows developed a pen and placed it in front of Twilight’s hands.

“Well Twilight,” Sombra stated impatiently. “What’s it going to be?”

Twilight didn’t want this. She didn’t want to have her friends see her do this to herself. But it had to be done, for the empire.

“We could keep fighting all we wanted,” Twilight stated, “but that would only send the ponies into more of a frenzy. I can’t afford to put them through that.”

Twilight put the pen to the paper and signed her life away. As she jotted down her last letters, the contract vanished back into the shadows.

“Very well,” Sombra replied. He snapped his fingers once again, calling the shadows to him and having them form a map. “This map shows in full detail where I will be residing. You are to come to the location marked on the map first thing tomorrow morning.”

Twilight grabbed the map and folded it, looking back at Sombra.

“Your crystal ponies will have nothing to worry about from this day forth. Starting tomorrow morning, you become my new slave. I look forward to our new arrangement.”

The gang watched at the king as he laughed maniacally, returning back into his shadowy form. His dark presence began to recede, causing the civilians to poke their heads out in curiosity.

“I---is he gone?”

“What happened?”

“Did they get rid of him for good?”

“Thank Celestia for the Elements of Harmony!”

While the Crystal Ponies rejoiced at their newfound safety, Twilight’s friends and family approached, concerned.

“Twilight,” Spike said walking towards his older sister. “Are you going to be okay?.”

“I’ll manage, Spike,” Twilight responded weakly. “I’m just glad that the ponies are safe from Sombra.”

“Yeah, but you aren’t!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “I can’t believe you signed that so willingly! I don’t care how much we had to fight in order to free these ponies, it should not have come down to this!”

“But it did,” Twilight stated. “And I wasn’t going to allow him to harm these citizens. If it required me to be a slave to him...”

She couldn’t finish the sentence. In her heart, she knew she didn’t want anything like this to have to happen to her. Her discomfort was visible to everyone standing around her.

“It’s going to be okay Twiley,” Shining Armor reassured, pulling her into a hug. “We’ll still be here to support you and help you get through this.

“I know, brother. I know...”

The rest of the crew walked towards Twilight and wrapped their arms around her, tears welling in their eyes. Starting the next day, they would have to see their friend go off with a tyrannical king.

Starting the next day, Twilight would be a slave.

First Day

“Twilight, are you sure about this?”

Spike followed Twilight as she headed down the castle stairs, prepared to start her first day of servitude.

“I’ll be fine Spike,” she reassured, trying to calm the panicking dragon down.

“B... but he’s an evil tyrant! Who knows what that creep will have you do!”

“Spike...”

“I just don’t see how you could go through with this. We could have found another way to handle it!”

“Spike...”

“I can’t let you do this to yourself Twilight. I can’t watch as you force yourself to...”

“SPIKE!!”

The dragon flinched at Twilight’s exclamation, frowning.

“I’m sorry for the outburst,” Twilight apologized, “but I have to do this Spike. I can’t allow Sombra to devastate an entire kingdom due to my own selfishness.”

Tears began to well in Spike’s eyes. He clung onto Twilight and buried his face into her chest. “I just wish there was another way.”

Twilight leaned down and patted Spike on the head. “Spike, this is going to turn out fine. All this is doing is buying the empire some time. Allowing me and my friends to formulate a plan to completely usurp Sombra. It’s evident that fighting won’t solve anything, so it’s up to espionage. Now please, calm down and try not to take this so hard.”

Spike sniffled and gave Twilight an unconvincing smile. “Okay Twilight. I’ll try not to. But you have to promise me you’ll try to stay in contact with us.”

“I promise, if I’m not able to see any of you, I’ll write to you every day.”

With Twilight’s promise, Spike’s smile turned genuine. He followed her down the castle stairs and into the Empire’s streets. The crystal ponies had calmed down significantly since Sombra stopped his assault. For the first time in months, they felt at peace. A sight which brought a smile to Twilight’s face.

“See Spike,” Twilight began. “These ponies are already starting to make light of the situation. They no longer have to worry about their home, or their families and friends being taken again. Is my freedom more important than theirs?”

Spike remained silent, but agreed with the point she was trying to make.

“It’s going to be fine Spike.” Twilight repeated as they walked towards the outskirts of the empire.

“If you believe that, why do you keep trying to convince me?” Spike duly asked flatly.

“Well, I just want to make sure that you understand that!” Although Twilight wanted Spike to not worry, she was having a hard time convincing herself it would be okay. No matter how she tried to make good of the situation, she was a slave to an evil king.

“Hey, Twilight, wait up!”

Twilight and Spike turned around, noticing a group of her friends darting towards them.

“What were you thinking, trying to run out on us?” Shining questioned. “I was worried sick.” He motioned back at his wife and the rest of Twilight’s friends, “We were worried sick!”

“Sorry about that,” she responded. “I just didn’t want you guys to be too concerned, so I thought it would be best to head out before you saw me.”

“You actually thought we would let you leave without saying a proper goodbye?” Applejack chuckled. “Come on; who do ya think we are?”

Twilight scratched the back of her head and laughed. “I guess it was unrealistic to expect you guys not to show up.”

“Very.” Shining Armor looked at her sister in concern, his arms folded. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“I have a pretty good idea what I’m doing,” Twilight responded confidently.

“I still can’t believe this is happening though,” Rainbow Dash complained with her arms crossed. “We could have found another way. But since you’re going to go through with it anyway, I might as well say goodbye.”

“Um... Twilight, I think it was noble you would do something like that,” Fluttershy said quietly. “If I was in that position, I would have panicked.”

“Thanks girls, but you make it sound as if you’ll never see me again,” Twilight responded playfully.

“What if we don’t see you again!?” Pinkie blurted out. “What happens if he locks you up in a giant, black dungeon that no one can leave or enter!?”

“Pinkie, I think you’re being a tad over-dramatic here,” Rarity stated.

“How do you know? Sombra is a giant meany of a king! Who knows what he could do? Didn’t you see those dark shadows he controlled? He might use them to swallow Twilight whole. SWALLOW HER WHOLE!”

“Pinkie, calm down,” Twilight chuckled. “I think you’re making a certain someone more nervous about it than me!” Fluttershy looked wearily at Twilight, horrified by the things that Pinkie had just mentioned. “He wants me to serve him, so he wouldn’t do me much harm. Besides, we can use that to our advantage.”

“Care to explain, Twilight?” Rarity inquired.

“No one has ever been able to see the interior of his abode. If I’m his servant, it will allow me to get a good view the insides of his place. To report its weaknesses and vantage points.”

“With that kind of information, we could organize a siege on him! End his rule once and for all!” Shining Armor concluded.

“Exactly!”

“But, this is Sombra we’re talking about!” Rainbow Dash blurted. “If he finds out you’re leaking information…”

“He won’t. I can easily change the letter’s text with a little magic, so all I have to do is write you guys a normal letter, and change the text around right before I send it off. He won’t know anything about our plans!”

Shining Armor walked towards his sister, frowning. “While you might have a plan, I don’t quite agree in going through with this. However, I respect your decision to go through with it, so long as you continually write to us, alright?”

“Already promised my scaley assistant over there,” Twilight answered. “I’ll make sure to write.”

“Good.” Shining Armor’s face grew more serious. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

“If Sombra does anything to hurt you, I’ll go there and take care of him personally. I don’t care what the contract says, no one, especially not Sombra, is going to harm my little sister!”

Twilight smiled at her big brother. “Well look at you, being protective of your baby sister.”

“Not just him, sugarcube,” Applejack added. “We gals will make sure that nothing bad happens to ya either, if push comes to shove.”

Twilight felt a small stream of tears come on. This would be the last time she would see her friends as a free mare, and it was tearing her up inside.

“Thanks for all of your support. With a little time, we can overthrow this tyrant once and for all.

Everyone gathered around Twilight and hugged her. The embrace lasted for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, Twilight willingly broke the union, and walked beyond the boundaries of the Empire. She turned back to her friends and family one last time to wave, before entering the snowy wasteland.

She pulled out the map that Sombra had provided and analyzed it further. “Now let’s see, his castle is supposed to be four hundred miles from the Crystal Empire. “The distance shouldn’t be anything I can’t handle.”

Taking a deep breath, she studied all the landmarks marked on the map and internalized them.

“Okay, you can make this work,” Twilight said to herself, closing her eyes. “All you need to do is concentrate. Visualize the location in your mind...”

She focused all her energy into her magic, feeling the flow of her spell well around her body. For the teleportation to work properly, she had to tap into her knowledge of Equestria’s landmarks and locate the exact area she needed to be. Nothing too demanding for the avid reader.

The magic surrounded her, making her body feel completely light as she used her horn to cast it. Almost instantaneously, she beamed herself from the snowy wastelands, winding up in front of a tall, foreboding castle. It’s exterior was pitch black, making it a hard building to locate in the dark. The castle had a double door, encased in red crystals with an ebony knocker.

“This must be the place. Impressive structure. I’ll be sure to complement the tyrant on this place.” Twilight assessed sarcastically, trying to take her mind off what she was about to commit to. Twilight slowly walked up to the door and grabbed the handle of the knocker, beating it three times. She waited two minutes, but there was no answer. She knocked again, this time louder and more impatiently.

Still nothing.

“Well, if he isn’t going to answer the door, then I guess he doesn’t want to...”

Before she had time to finish her statement, the door began to creak open, revealing the dark king himself.

“Well, look who we have here,” Sombra said dryly, leaning against the door. Unlike the last time they met, King Sombra was wearing more revealing attire. The only piece of clothing he was wearing were long black boxer briefs, leaving his toned, muscular chest on full display. Twilight found herself staring at his abs, blushing at his charcoal body.

“See something you like?” he smirked, snapping the entranced mare out of her self-inflicted spell. She coughed heavily, pretending nothing happened.

“Yeah, uh, why are you only in your underwear?” Twilight asked, trying to avoid analyzing his body anymore.

“A king can’t sit comfortably in his house?” King Sombra answered smiling wryly. “No point in being fully dressed when you’re the only one around.”

Twilight thought it made sense. It wasn’t really necessary to be fully clothed when no one else visited. The only thing she didn’t understand was why he did this knowing she was coming.

“Come inside,” he gestured. “I’d like you to get acquainted with your new arrangement.”

Remaining silent, Twilight walked into the castle, bypassing the burly stallion that was eyeing her. She immediately headed towards the burgundy sofa.

“Nuh-uh-uh,” Sombra disapproved. “I never told you to sit down.” Sombra then gestured her to come back using his finger.

“Really?” Twilight grumbled. “I haven’t been here for ten seconds and already you’re treating me like a possession?”

“You are my possession after all,” Twilight let out an audible harrumph walking towards King Sombra.

“What is it that you want, oh malevolent one?” Twilight mocked, bowing for added effect.

“Actually…” King Sombra began rubbing his hands against his chin.

“What?”

“I don’t think all that clothing suits you,” Sombra stated. “How about you take those off and hand them to me.”

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Twilight groaned.

“Not at all,” he replied slyly. “Of course, I could always take them off for you.” Once Twilight noticed he was reaching towards her waist, she backed away.

“That won’t be necessary,” she said.

“Well you only have two options,” Sombra stated coldly. “Either take them off yourself, or I can take them off for you.”

Short on options, the new slave decided it would be best to just take her own clothes off to avoid being handled by her new master. She unbuttoned her white shirt slowly, looking away from Sombra who was staring at her while she disrobed. Upon reaching the final button, she slowly slid the shirt off her shoulders and handed it to Sombra. Finally able to see her frame in full, he smiled slightly.

“Nice body for a slave,” he commented. “Slim and petite, with a cute pair of breasts I might add, although they are kind of small.”

“Are you done humiliating me yet?” Twilight snapped, blushing in embarrassment.

“Not yet.” King Sombra extended his free hand towards the mare. “I still need your pants.”

Twilight mumbled to herself as she unzipped her jeans and pulled them off her waist. She aggressively threw her pants at Sombra. The king observed her lower body, taking note of her healthy looking legs. He frowned slightly as he looked at her thighs, white briefs hiding a good view.

“We need to get you some better attire,” Sombra stated. “Your current choices aren’t really attractive to be honest.”
“Is this why you had me strip down?” Twilight angrily questioned. “Just to see how I look with nothing but a bra and panties on, like a pervert?”

King Sombra chuckled deeply. “Well, not exactly. But you’ll figure it out soon enough.”

Sombra folded her clothes neatly and held them over his shoulders. “Come with me. It’s about time I showed you around this place. You’ll need to get accustomed for when you are going to live here.”

The first place they stopped was the dining room. There was silverware neatly placed on the table, arranged for two.

“This is where we eat. I expect you to be awake, early, to cook me a meal every morning. I assume you can cook right?”

“Yes,” Twilight replied, avoiding talking to him anymore than necessary.

“Good, cause you’re going to be doing a lot of it.” He walked her into the kitchen where she would surely be spending a good amount of time.

“Get accustomed to where things are,” Sombra demanded. “I’m very impatient and grouchy during the morning, so you better live up to my standards. Also, the attire you’re wearing right now, that’s what you’ll be wearing throughout your servitude with me, minus one thing.”

“Minus one thing?” Twilight repeated disgusted at his statement.

“Yes. The only thing you will be allowed to wear will be your panties, and once I find you a pair, you will only be allowed to wear the ones I provide you.”

“You can’t be serious,” Twilight groaned. Sombra didn’t respond, and instead reminded her to observe the kitchen fully. This was starting to grate on Twilight’s nerves. She was going to hate spending eternity with the cur. The sooner she could figure out a weakness in his defenses, the better.

“Alright, I know where everything is now,” Twilight stated. “Can we get this tour of the castle over with?”

“You’re an impatient one,” Sombra huffed. “And quite snappy too. Very well, if you’re in that much of a hurry, we can continue upstairs.”

Sombra led Twilight up the winding stairs and into the bathroom. She walked into a neatly organized room, almost stunned that he managed to keep it so neat. The clawfoot bathtub was big enough to fit multiple ponies.

“So, what am I going to be doing here, cleaning up after you?” Twilight asked.

“Well that’s half of it,” Sombra explained. “You see, I prefer my subjects to wash me up. It feels better when I have a nice pair of soft hands doing the work for me.”

“So wait, you want me to bathe you!”

“That’s right; every last inch of me.”

Twilight’s face was burning red at that point. She couldn’t imagine having to clean Sombra’s entire body, especially not his nether regions. Sombra caught onto this and seductively grinned.

“You’re thinking about the idea of washing me aren’t you?” he replied.

Twilight’s face flushed deeper. “No!” Twilight denied. “It’s just embarrassing. I mean, I have to clean you for Celestia’s sake!”

“You’re the one who accepted my demands, becoming my slave,” Sombra stated, tugging at Twilight’s emotions further. “If I remember correctly, you were the one who wanted to find a way to stop me from obtaining my property. I think it’s only fair that you deal with a little humiliation in order to save the ponies you care so much about.”

Twilight glared at him, becoming angrier with him the more she was around him. He knew she wouldn’t put a nation in peril and he made sure to take advantage of it.

“Now, if you’ve stopped fawning over my body, I want you to get started with your first job.” Sombra hissed.

“And that is?” Twilight impatiently asked.

“Under the sink, there should be a few bottles of bleach, as well as some sponges. I want you to clean up this bathroom and make it spotless, including the toilet bowl.”

“Fine!” Fed up with Twilight’s brash tone, Sombra pinned her to the wall, glaring at her menacingly and held her face in his hands; forcing her to look at him.

“Listen here peasant, from now on you are to speak to me like the underling you are! You are to refer to me as your lord and master, nothing lower than that. You understand, slave?”

“Yes Somb...” Sombra squeezed his hands tighter around her chin, correcting her. “I mean, yes Lord Sombra.”

“Good.” He let Twilight go and pointed at the sink cabinets once again. “Now do as you are told, and clean this bathroom.”

“Yes, Master,” Twilight responded coldly, glaring back at Sombra. He leaned against the wall, observing her work ethics. Twilight squatted on the ground and looked under the sink for the cleaners and sponges.

“Start with the tub,” Sombra demanded.

Twilight obeyed his orders and leaned into the tub. She thought she was going to gag. The inner rim of the tub was caked with washed off dirt. It also was filled curled bits of hairs.

“Somb... erm... Master, do you ever clean out this thing?” she asked.

“Of course I do!” Sombra snapped seemingly offended. “What kind of king soaks in his own filth?”

“So would you mind explaining why the tub is littered with dirt and hair?”

Sombra chuckled deeply. “Well, I had to have my slave do something on her first day. Might as well get you warmed up with some of the basics.”

This is what he considers basic? Twilight sighed loudly and sprayed bleach into the tub. She turned on the water to fill the tub, scrubbing the edges while she waited for it to fill. She leaned in to clean the entirety of Sombra’s filth, feeling as if she was going to be sick.

Sombra was leaning against the wall, eyes set on her assets, enjoying the view she was giving him. The only problem he had with it was that it left too much to the imagination. He really needed to remedy that with new panties.

Wanting to get the job done as soon as possible, Twilight powered through and cleaned the tub. She scrubbed all of the bodily debris and emptied the dirtied water.

“There, finished!” Twilight said, tossing the sponge in the sink.

“I’ll be the one to determine that.” Sombra walked to the tub and looked inside, rubbing a finger on the inside to see if he could see any dirt. He turned to Twilight and gave her a satisfactory smile.

“Good job, slave,” he complimented, patting her on the head. Twilight showed a great deal of discomfort from his touch. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a little hungry. I’ll bring you back some fruit while you clean the rest of the bathroom. But first.”

Sombra walked behind Twilight and grabbed her by her waist, dragging his hands up to her chest.

“What are you...” Before she had time to react, Sombra had already unhooked her bra. It slowly floated to the ground, leaving Twilight’s perky, purple breast exposed. Embarrassed, she folded her arms to cover herself.

“Are you deliberately defying your Lord!” Sombra snarled, sending soft shivers down her spine.

“No.”

“Then remove your arms and allow me to view what I rightfully own.”

Twilight, gritting her teeth, lowered her arms, allowing the perverse king to view her bust. Her nipples were a darker shade of purple then the rest of her body, and her twins were a reasonable size. Not too big, not too small.

“Weren’t you going to get something to eat, Lord?” Twilight mocked, trying to get him away from her.

“You do not rush your king,” he ordered. “I’ll go when I deem it necessary. Right now, I want to observe my property.”

Twilight couldn’t do anything but allow him to stare down her body. There she was, almost completely naked, cleaning a slave-driver’s filthy tub. It was degrading on so many levels; and she had to deal with it for eternity.

“Alright then.” Sombra turned his back to Twilight and walked out of the bathroom. “Have this bathroom clean by the time I get back. I want to be able to eat the fruit I get off this floor if I feel like it.”

“Wait, you’re only going to get fruit,” Twilight began, puzzled by his demand. “How am I supposed to get this all done by the time you get back?”

Sombra laughed heartily and glanced back at the distraught mare, grinning deviously. “A slave will find a way, lest you want to endure some punishment once I return.” Once he left Twilight’s sight she began to mumble to herself, grabbing the sponge and beginning her task.

“Stupid Sombra,” she muttered as she started cleaning the toilet, which was thankfully cleaner than the tub. “He thinks he can humiliate me like this- treat me like a dog!” Her anger rose as she recapped the events in her head. She scrubbed the rim of the toilet with vigor, finishing it up and moving onto the next thing.

“I hope he drops dead during my servitude. That way I wouldn’t have to deal with this bull.” Her hatred for him helped drive her work, getting the job that seemed impossible, done. Just in time too, as Sombra walked into the room with a plate filled with cut strawberries.

“I brought you a little something.” Sombra grinned at her and lowered the fruit to her face. “But before you eat, did you clean this floor to my liking?”

“Yes, master.”

“Even to the point where you could eat off of it?”

“Lord, this floor couldn’t get any cleaner if I tried,” Twilight replied, trying to avoid saying anything that would cement her in trouble.

“Good to know.” With the affirmation given to him, he turned the plate upside down and let the strawberries plop to the ground, spreading juices wherever they landed.

“What are you doing!?” Twilight watched helplessly as Sombra purposely dropped her food on the floor.

“Feeding the slave after her hard work. Get on your hands and knees and eat what your master has provided you.”

“Let me get this straight, you expect me to eat off of the floor?”

“You said it was clean enough for that.”

“Okay, that’s where I draw the line!” Twilight refused the demands of the king and crossed her arms. “There is no way you’re going to make me eat off of your floor like a dog!”

Sombra didn’t Twilight’s attitude and disobedience well. “You are really pushing it slave! I allowed your precious crystal ponies freedom, and yet you’re still trying to screw me over. I could always go back to terrorizing them, this time killing ponies in front of their eyes.”

“You can’t do that!” Twilight hollered.

“Try me!” Sombra snarled. Twilight didn’t have many options. She could either degrade herself further, or allow Sombra to harm the innocent. There was no arguing which she would choose.

Defeated, Twilight got on her knees and brought her face to the strawberries. She hesitated to eat them, not wanting to give Sombra the satisfaction.

“Eat!” he demanded impatiently. Her lips parted and she grabbed the juicy, red fruit in her mouth. The liquids dripped down her mouth and down her neck. The strawberry was sweet and ripe, satisfying her taste buds. It would have, however, been better if she wasn’t forced to eat it off of the bathroom floor.

Sombra’s expression softened, and a small smirk appeared on his face. Twilight knew he was getting enjoyment out of her being demoralized. She sadly continued to eat the strawberries, trying to eat as fast as possible so she could stop. Stuffing the last fruit into her mouth, she immediately tried to get back on her knees.

“I don’t think so,” Sombra said. “You still have those juices to take care of. I don’t want my floor to be left with red, sticky stains.”

Then why the buck did you pour the strawberries on the ground? Twilight lowered herself back on all fours. She lapped her tongue along the floor, licking up the remaining juices. It left a bad taste in her mouth; the juices had mixed with a strong, bleachy taste, making it nearly unbearable to clean with her tongue.

“Look at this,” Sombra laughed. “The Element of Magic, one of the strongest in Equestria, reduced to a disgraceful peasant.” It took every bit of willpower for her to not to respond to his taunt. “You’re practically naked on my floor, licking off of it. Such an articulate mare brought to the knees of a dark king. You’ve fallen pretty far, slave. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.”

To add insult, he walked towards her and rubbed her scalp like she was a dog, messing up her mane. Twilight slightly snarled at him. She was being pushed to her limits. She knew what he was trying to do to her.

But she wasn’t going to give him the victory.

Serving the King

Twilight was in the kitchen, fixing King Sombra’s meal. He demanded something simple for the first day; a nice salad, finely crafted, with croutons and cheese. She chopped the whole lettuce into fine cut pieces, arranging them on the plate neatly.

“Where is my dinner, peasant?” King Sombra snarled, growing impatient. “You’d think an Element of Harmony would be able to do something so simple!”

Twilight grabbed tomatoes and began slicing, hissing venomously. “If you wanted your salad faster, you would have done it yourself, you ass.”

“What was that?” King Sombra glared at Twilight, who diverted her gaze back to her task at hand.

“Nothing, Master,” she lied. “Just fixing you your salad, as ordered.”

“That’s what I thought.” King Sombra kept his attention on Twilight at all times, observing her. He folded his hands and brought them to his chin. Twilight continued to craft his salad, muttering to herself as she did so. She wanted to go as slowly as possible, just to torment the tyrant. However, Sombra’s gaze was on her at all times, and if she dared defy him, who knows what harm he would do.

Sombra waited longer than he originally wanted to for his meal, but eventually Twilight finished her job, walking towards him and lowering his dish. He squinted his eyes, analyzing his dish intensively.

“What?” Twilight threw her arms into the air in confusion. “I fixed it just as you asked! What, you think it’s poisoned or something?”

King Sombra’s eyes shot up. “Funny. I didn’t mention anything about poison. What did you do to my food!?”

“Nothing!” Twilight folded her arms and glared at Sombra. “You saw me do it. I didn’t put anything in the salad except what you wanted me to put in it.”

King Sombra sniffed his meal, looking for any sign of treason. The salad didn’t have any funny kick to it. All he could pick up was the leafy dew off the lettuce. King Sombra slowly rose his head towards Twilight. “I don’t believe you,” he said sharply.

“Fine by me, Master,” Twilight said. “You don’t have to eat what I gave you. That’s your decision. However, I can tell you right now that I did nothing to your precious dinner.”

Sombra snarled, dark shadows seeping out of him and lurking towards Twilight. She backed away, trying to avoid their grasp, but ended up trapped behind a wall. The shadows lurked closer and closer, causing Twilight to turn away and cringe. However, much to her relief, stopped just inches from her face. She sighed, slouching down to the floor. She felt as if her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

“Very well. If it isn’t poisoned, you shouldn’t die when I make you test it for me.” King Sombra jabbed the salad and pointed the fork at her.

Twilight got back on her hooves, brushing herself off. The floor was surprisingly dusty for a king of his caliber. Probably a job he was going to make her do. She took the fork from Sombra and bit down on the salad, avoiding contact with the fork. She chewed and swallowed, sticking her tongue out to show she finished it.

Sombra waited. She didn’t writhe in agony. She didn’t fall and keel over. She stood perfectly still and unscaved, proving that the food was indeed clean.

Even though Sombra was assured that she was not attempting to poison him, he still refused to eat. He set his fork back down on the table and used his fingers to gesture Twilight to come closer. Twilight followed his demands and walked towards him. She leaned down as commanded, allowing him to speak into her ear.

“You know, I normally don’t do this, but since this is your first day, I’ll allow you the privilege of having a glass of wine with me,” he said. “Go fetch whichever one you want. Make sure to grab two glasses.”

“And if I don’t want the wine?” Twilight scoffed.

“You don’t really have a choice. It’s my demand, so you must do it.”

Twilight sighed, wishing she could knock that smug grin from his face. “As you wish, Master, but why did you need me to come here for you to say that? I could hear you clearly from over there.”

“You can never tell. Slaves tend to be hard at hearing, and you aren’t exactly the best at following simple instructions. I just want to make sure my peasant does what her King demands, otherwise the consequences will be dire.”

Twilight clenched her fist. It took all of her energy to prevent her fist from colliding against the tyrant’s face for his insults. She swiftly turned around and headed back towards the kitchen.

Browsing the shelf, she attempted to pick out something for them to drink. Although she knew them by name, she wasn’t very knowledgable about the taste of them. To her, it didn’t matter. She just wanted to get the drink and be done with it.

Using her magic, she levitated the bottle, carrying two wine glasses in her hands. Setting the two glasses on the table, she slowly lowered the bottle into her hand, uncorking the top and pouring the thick, violet wine into the them.

“Nice choice.” It was the first compliment Twilight had heard all day from him. If he was anyone else, she might have felt good about that. “Now, take a seat. Anywhere is fine.”

Twilight stopped pouring and grabbed her cup, walking to the other end of the table. Sombra raised an eyebrow, smirking at her decision to sit parallel to him. Sitting in the cushioned, red chair, she put one of her hands against her cheek, wirling the cup.

“So, I see you’re uncomfortable sitting anywhere near me,” Sombra said, stabbing into his salad and putting it into his mouth.

“Whatever gave you that idea, Master?” Twilight watched as the bemused King Sombra chewed his meal. He took the opportunity to get out what he wanted to say between swallows.

“I don’t like your tone, slave. You’re lucky I’m in such a decent mood right now, otherwise your attitude wouldn’t be tolerated.

Twilight took short sips from the wine, glaring daggers at Sombra. “You have nothing to be upset about. You have all the advantages of this deal.”

“Do I, peasant? Do you really think I do?”

“You have an Element captive. I’d say that’s a pretty big advantage.” Twilight’s eyes rose as she noticed Sombra chuckling. “What’s so funny?”

“You really think owning you is an advantage over what I could have had?” Sombra asked, wavering his fork towards her. “I had an empire, ponies at my disposal. This castle was not as empty as it was, until those princesses took what was rightfully mine.”

Twilight gritted her teeth. “You got what you rightfully deserved. You treated those ponies like they were...”

“Property?” King Sombra sipped his wine, chuckling afterwards. “If they were worth calling that. Those slaves were barely worth calling property. They were weak, always complaining, breaking under pressure easily.”

Twilight squeezed her glass, boiling with rage.

“Those maggots might have helped build this empire, but until they are properly conditioned, they are nothing but mere disposable workers.”

“Those crystal ponies are not your property to throw away as you see fit!” Twilight stood up, slamming her hands on the table and knocking over her glass over, spilling the wine on the table. Sombra growled.

“I’ve had quite enough of your nonsense! Look at what you’ve done! Clean up the mess you’ve made. Now!”

Twilight bared her teeth at Sombra, who looked at her with the same level of malice. Huffing loudly, Twilight got up from her seat and went to get a rag to clean the table.

“Where do you keep the towels, Sombra?” Twilight asked coldly.

“Under the sink,” King Sombra answered. “And you are to address me as Master, slave.”

“Yes, Master.” Twilight rolled her eyes and walked back into the kitchen. The air was cold and silent, nothing audible except Sombra crunching on his remaining salad. He finished downing his wine, shaking his head in disappointment at the wasted drink spilled on the table.

Twilight took the time to observe the entire kitchen, looking for possible vantage points she could tell her friends about.

Nothing.

There wasn’t an exploitable area in the kitchen or dining room, and she didn’t have the leniency to explore the castle. She would have to deal with Sombra a little longer, though her patience with him was wearing thin.

“What is taking you so long?” Sombra hissed, growing more impatient. “I don’t want my table to be stained because of your clumsiness!”

“Coming, Master!” She grabbed a towel from under the sink, turning the faucet on to dampen it. After squeezing out the excess water, she walked towards the table and wiped it, cleaning the sticky liquid from the surface.

“You know, out of all the slaves I’ve had, none of them have had the same moral as you.”

Twilight looked up at Sombra, still scrubbing the table. “Care to explain, Lord?”

“I’ve stripped you completely, down to nothing but your underwear. I’ve had you clean my filthy tub, and even made you eat your meal from the floor. Yet, here you are, completely unbroken and just as defiant as ever.” A small smirk appeared on his face. “I’m going to have fun with you.”

Twilight turned her head away from Sombra. The less she had to interact with him, the better. Silence returned to the dining room. Sombra continued finishing up his salad, watching Twilight carefully. The towel began to bleed out the wine, soaking up as much as it possibly could.

The time in the kitchen was painfully long. Noticing that Sombra had finished his food, Twilight took the liberty to grab his plate and fork before he could say anything. Sombra looked up at her in shock.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” he said. “I didn’t even have to force you to do this. You’re starting to finally learn your place, slave.”

The word still grated Twilight heavily, but she decided to ignore it. She needed to stay on his good side if she planned to have him lower his guard. She swiftly cleaned the dishes and placed them back onto their shelves.

“Good job, peasant,” King Sombra said. “Keep stuff like that up, and who knows, we might just get along after all.”

“I doubt that,” Twilight said, watching as the grin on Sombra grew wider.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ll do what I ask of you, whether you like it or not. That is what you signed up for.”

The reminder struck Twilight’s heart, bringing sharp pain to her chest. Trying to keep her composure up, she swallowed and nodded. “I know, Master.”

Sombra smiled and grabbed Twilight’s chin, forcing her to look at him. “You look tense. Quivering under your lord of darkness? Finally submitting to me? Good, because I was getting annoyed with your resistance.”

Twilight groaned, disdain apparent in her eyes.

“Just remember, any treason will result in your contract being void, and I get to terrorize your precious ponies until you're pitiful friends finally cave in and submit to me.” Sombra chuckled demonically. “Oh, I’m tempted to break the contract myself, just so I could see your friends crumble and squirm as my slaves cower.”

“You wouldn’t—” Sombra squeezed Twilight’s cheeks, preventing her from finishing her statement.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” Sombra smiled deviously, bringing his face closer to hers. “Because I’m going to enjoy making you my willing slave.”

Finally done talking to her, Sombra pushed her slightly, watching her tremble and stare at him, wide eyed.

What… what was that? Twilight panted, putting her hand on her cheeks. Her face was completely hot I couldn’t say anything! Just calm down. Keep calm. He doesn’t have control over you yet. Just calm down, breath, and don’t let him get to you.

With that internal motivation, she exhaled, regaining control of herself. Sombra stretched his arms out and opened his mouth, letting out a beefy yawn. He scratched his mane, looking down on Twilight.

“Well, your Lord is starting to get tired. However, I never sleep without a bath. Now that you have cleaned out the tub, I don’t have to bathe in that filthy thing.”

You never had to. All you had to do was clean it out yourself!

“Now, go fill the tub for me. I want it so hot, it’s practically steaming. Oh, and fill it to the brim.”

“So, now you’re being specific about how you want your water?” Twilight groaned.

Sombra glared at her. Seeing how agitated he was getting with her questions, she bowed down, mumbling under her breath.

“I meant, yes, Master.”

Sombra’s scowl melted, showing content with her action. She gave off a fake smile and walked upstairs, heading towards the bathroom.

Already the flood of memories came pouring back. Twilight looked at the floor that she was ordered to eat off of. She stuck her tongue out, dreading the bleachy taste that covered the fruit. Shaking that thought out of her head, she walked towards the tub, turned on the water and waited for it to get hot before corking it. The water flowed through the tub, progressively getting warmer and warmer until she could see the steam rise from the tub. While she was filling it for Sombra to bathe, she took the opportunity to look around the bathroom. One thing that caught her eyes was the window on the wall near the tub. She put her hands against her face, a small smirk appearing on her face.

“Interesting.” The window was narrow, but easy enough for her friends to squeeze through. The tub itself wouldn’t be a good cushion, but the location would be unexpected. Not the best location, but better than what she found out about the castle so far.

The window began to fog, and the tub began to fill rapidly. Before the water could overflow, she turned off the faucet.

“Somb… er… Master, your bath is—”

She bumped into a wall of black flesh as she turned around to go fetch King Sombra. When she looked up, she saw the king in question staring down at her.

“—ready.”

“I can tell.” He walked towards the tub, observing the water. “But did you make it to my liking?”

“I believe I have, Lord.”

Sombra stared at the steam seeping from the tub, giving a deep, husky hum. “I’m not quite sure. How about you stick your arm into it?”

Twilight blinked. “What?”

“I shouldn’t have to repeat myself. You know what I said.”

Twilight turned towards the tub, cringing slightly. The steam radiating off of the tub gave her a good indicator of how hot it actually was. She wasn’t sure why Sombra needed her to check on it for him, but she couldn’t argue with him. She swallowed and stuck her arm in it, immediately pulling her arm out and shaking it.

“Ow!” Twilight screamed, causing Sombra to chuckle. Twilight turned and glared at him. “What’s so funny?”

“Poor peasant. You can’t even handle a little hot water.” Sombra teased Twilight, inching closer to her. “Shame. You’re going to have a hard time cleaning me then.”

Twilight’s face went red. “You can’t honestly be serious.”

“You’re questioning me again, slave?” Sombra let a few of his shadows form and surround Twilight, who’s irises began to shrink in fear.

“No! I wasn’t questioning you!” Twilight exclaimed, waving her arms to dilate the impeding shadows. With a snap of his fingers, Sombra called back his shadows, relieving Twilight.

“Good.” Sombra hissed. “Now I told you earlier that you were required to clean me daily. This should be nothing new to you. You are to make sure I am spotless, and well taken care of. Anything less than perfect will result in punishment, though I’m sure someone as orderly as yourself should have no problem with that.

Twilight bit her lip, patting her hands against her side. “Yes, Master. I’ll make sure you are spotless.”

“Very well.” Sombra turned his back to Twilight. “Now, disrobe me.”

Twilight did a double take, her face heating up immensely. Not wanting him to threaten her life once again, she sheepishly walked close to Sombra, lowering her head in shame.

“Yes, Master.”

She wrapped her hands around his frame, undoing the straps around his red robe. Her naked body was completely pressed against his, unwrapping the straps keeping him clothed. Once that was out of the way, she began to pull the robe off, sliding it off of his shoulders. She had a clear view of his dark, arched back, completely toned and firm. The only thing that kept Sombra from being completely nude was his boxers, and if she knew Sombra, she had an idea of what she was going to be doing next.

“Hang my robe up. Once you’re done with that, finish undressing me.”

Figures. Twilight made sure that Sombra could not see her face. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her embarrassment. She hanged it neatly on the rack and walked back to him, going behind him to finish the job.

“The front.”

Twilight froze in place. “Excuse me?”

“Undress me from the front. I’d like to see the face of my slave that close to it.”

Twilight Sparkle groaned, slowly walking to the front of Sombra and sitting on her knees. She was level with Sombra’s crotch, blushing wildly. Wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, she grabbed the top of his boxers and inserted her fingers in them, sliding them down.

Her face was as hot as the tub. As she slid his boxer briefs down, she saw more and more of his shaft. The hairs surrounding them were burly and thick, leaving a strong, musky smell. Twilight cringed, turning to the side and closing one of her eyes to limit her view. Sombra enjoyed her squirming, chuckling as she slowly took off his boxer.

Then, his prize came into view. As she pulled the boxers down to his knees, she was greeted by a lengthy yet flaccid penis. To avoid staring at it any longer she slid the boxers down to the floor. Sombra lifted his hooves and kicked the boxers towards Twilight.

“You can leave that there, for now.” Twilight put her arm to her face, preventing her from looking at the black penis he displayed to her. “Like what you see?”

“No,” Twilight said bluntly. “I’d rather not look at it longer than I have to.”

Sombra’s face went stoic, huffing slightly. “Not that I care if you do or not, but you’re going to have to get used to it eventually. This is your job now.”

Twilight huffed. Yeah, get a kick out of this while you can.

Without any further delays, Sombra walked to the tub, slowly lifting his legs to enter. He sighed as his hooves impacted the still steaming water, dwelling on the feeling it produced.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying yourself,” Twilight said spitefully, watching as Sombra sank into the tub.

“It’s rather pleasant,” Sombra said, closing his eyes. “But I’m not here to relax. I’m here to get a good wash, so go grab the soap and wash me.”

Twilight obeyed his order, grabbing the soap from the counter and walking back to the tub. Squatting down to the level of the tub, she began to press the soap against Sombra’s body.

“Nuh uh.” Sombra waggled his finger, shaking his head in disapprovement. “Lather it and then use your hands.

Twilight Sparkle felt like slamming her head against the tub. A blunt and painful death seemed more enjoyable than what he was commanding her to do. “You know, I’m really starting to get annoyed with this.”

“I’m rather annoyed with your whining, but you don’t hear me complain about it,” Sombra said.

“That’s because you don’t have to bucking do anything, Master.”

Sombra growled softly, glaring at Twilight. “I see you still haven’t learned your place.” Sombra turned his head, a scowl apparent on his face. “Just do what you’re ordered to do, slave.”

Twilight dipped the soap into the water, cringing by how surprisingly hot it still was, and lathered her hands. “Where do you want me to start?” Twilight asked, making sure she did everything so Sombra wouldn’t berate her for not washing him correctly.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “Just make sure you get all of my body.”

Twilight thought on it. She knew without a doubt what she would have to do, but if she could, she wanted to delay that as long as possible. She started with his long, thick hair, scrubbing and scratching his scalp. Soft moans elicited from Sombra’s mouth, approving of her methods. His hair was now white with suds, Twilight patting it down and digging in his hair. She would have continued washing it for the rest of the bath, but Sombra would obviously force her to work her way down, so she finished up his hair and started working on his back.

“How do you think your friends are doing?”

Twilight paused, hands barely touching his firm back. Her eyebrows raised in suspicion. “Why do you ask, Lord?”

“Well, I’d imagine they would be pretty torn up about the strongest element submitting to the Lord of the Crystal Empire.”

Twilight scoffed at the thought of Sombra taking control of the Crystal Empire. “They’re understanding of the situation,” she said, washing down his back. “I did what had to be done, and they understand that.”

“They do, huh?”

“Yes.” Twilight remained as blunt as possible. She journeyed down towards his firm rear, lathering. “That’s why they’re my friends.”

“Well, let me ask you this, Slave. If you were to break, completely torn and submissive, would they still see you as their friend, or would they bail on you and leave you here as my pitiful peasant?”

Twilight was practically seething. As her hands began to make contact with his firm chest, the thought of choking Sombra to death was very tempting. “That will never happen, Lord. I can guarantee, I won’t submit to you that easily.”

Sombra gave a toothy grin, filled with confidence. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

“Don’t need to. I think you know the answer.”

“Do you?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then why won’t you tell me?”

Twilight opened her mouth to say something, but words failed to escape her. She continued washing the front of Sombra, getting under his arms and his sides.

“You’re scared, aren’t you? Because you know, deep down, that if you slipped, if you were forced to do terrible things, your friends might betray you.”

Twilight ran her hands along Sombra’s legs, fighting back the words she wanted to say.

“You’re desperately grabbing at things that would counter what I say, but you know I’m speaking the truth. When the chips are down, and trust me, things are going to be worse for you, they will turn on you. They won’t stay by your side. They’ll toss you to the side, finding another way to stop me from taking what I rightfully own. And to be honest, I can’t blame them. No point in waiting up for a weak, pathetic pony like you to do anything, right?”

Twilight rage was boiling over, proving hotter than the tub itself. She firmly squeezed Sombra’s legs, causing him to flare his teeth.

“You’re thinking about killing me, aren’t you?”

Twilight glared at Sombra. “I’m really contemplating it right now.”

“Well go ahead. Try me.” Sombra folded his arms, waiting for Twilight to act. His interest rose as she lit her horn, pointing it towards him. Her rage was taking hold. She no longer could stand the tyrant’s rants. She was going to try to put him out of commission, even if it required her to die in the process.

Wait…

Twilight’s eyes lightened, senses finally returning to her.

This is what he wants. He’s trying to get the better of my emotions. If I were to do this, and die now…

Twilight took a deep breath and continued scrubbing Sombra’s legs, dimming her horn.

Just keep calm, and wait it out. This is all apart of the plan. I can’t let my friends down.

Sombra lowered his arms back into the water, relaxing a little as she continued washing him.

Now all that was left was his privates, the part Twilight dreaded and Sombra eagerly anticipated. Twilight took another puff of air, lathered her hands with more soap, and began to clean his girth.

It was firm yet soft at the same time. She pressed against the folds to clean it in its entirety, working her way towards the tip. It was humiliating, similar to a whore giving a stallion a handjob, only she wasn’t getting paid for her services.

Sombra put his hand behind his head and stared at her with great interest. He was eating the whole ordeal up.

Twilight swiftly washed his penis, scrubbing it as best as she could. After finally finishing off Sombra’s entire body, she brought her hands out of the water. Her hands were wrinkled from being submerged for so long, something she remedied by using slight magic to smoothen them out. Sombra looked at her disapprovingly.

“Let me guess, I’m not allowed to use magic, am I?” Twilight asked coldly.

“I don’t know what would give you the idea that I’d let you ever use it,” Sombra snarled. “Any sign of magic from my slave could be potential treason.”

“For a powerful king, you sure are paranoid.”

“Well, it’s hard not to be when you just threatened my life.”

Twilight tapped her hands against her face. “Well, tou-freakin’-che.”

Sombra was taken aback by Twilight's words, lowering his eyes in annoyance.

“You really should watch that tongue of yours. Eventually, I’ll rip it out of your mouth.” The two stared venomously at each other, Sombra lifting himself out of the tub, his body once again exposed to Twilight. “Fetch me a towel.”

Twilight went to the rack and grabbed his white towel. Sombra rubbed his hair, shaking off the water. He then wrapped it around his body, much to Twilight’s relief.

“Make your way to my room, peasant,” Sombra stated. “I don’t have you a room arranged, so you will be sleeping on the floor.”

“Fine by me, Master,” Twilight said. Better than sleeping with you.

Sombra led Twilight into his bedroom. It was a spacious room, with only a few cabinets and drawers to make it set out. A huge, king sized bed was displayed under the chandelier, which was made out of pure crystals. The pale moonlight provided its light source, brightening the room up with its beams.

Twilight observed the room. Its design was simple, yet had some charm to it. It would have been a decent living arrangement under the management of another. But what really held her attention was the balcony. Other than a clear view, it was another place her friends could invade when the time arose. Twilight walked toward the balcony doors and turned the knob.

“What are you doing, peasant?” Sombra hissed, rushing in front of Twilight to stop her. “I didn’t give you permission to leave the vicinity!”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Come on, Master. What could I possibly do out there that would need your attention?”

“Jump.”

Twilight tapped her chin, smiling smugly. “Actually, that’s not exactly a bad idea…”

Sombra lowered his eyes, not amused at Twilight’s snarkiness. “You’re really working my nerves now.”

“You’ve done it to me all day. Least I could do is get some retaliation, Lord.”

Sombra huffed, grabbing Twilight by the arm and throwing her to the floor next to his bed.

“For that attitude, you will sleep on the floor with no covers to lay on. I hope you don’t get cold easily. We are in the snowy mountains after all.”

Sombra threw the sheets to the side and got in his bed. Before he covered himself with them, Twilight leaned against his bed, much to his frustration.

“And, what do you want?” Sombra asked.

“I just wanted to know if… well…” Twilight tried to sound as coy as possible to wane suspicion. “I just wanted to know if I could send a letter to my friends. You know, tell them how I’m doing.”

Sombra glared at Twilight, who looked at him with pleading eyes. He raised an eyebrow in suspicion, looking for a reason to not allow her that right.

“I suppose you could send a letter,” he agreed, “but I would have to survey it, for obvious reasons.”

“I understand, Master.” Twilight stood up and bowed to him gratefully. King Sombra went into his drawers, pulling out a piece of paper and quill, dipping it into the ink bottle.

“Make it short and quick. I want to go to sleep!”

“Yes, Master.” Twilight leaned against the bed, holding the quill and pressing it against the paper. Without hesitation, even with Sombra breathing down her neck, she began to write her letter.

Friends,

Do not worry about me. Even though my first day as Sombra’s slave is stressful, I’ll be able to manage. I don’t want you girls to do anything drastic. Stay put and calm. Just remember, this is for the safety of the Crystal Ponies, and if that means sacrificing my free will, then so be it. I just wanted to write and tell you that I’m doing well. King Sombra has not done anything to me, other than make me do remedial tasks, so there’s no need to worry about my safety. I hope to see you all soon. I miss all of you.

Your friend,

Twilight Sparkle

Twilight wrapped the letter and lit her horn, shrouding it with magic. With a blink of an eye, the scroll vanished, being sent directly to Spike.

“There, you happy now?” Sombra asked, receiving a nod of approval by Twilight. “Good, now go to sleep! You have a lot of work to do tomorrow.

Sombra plopped his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep quite easily. Twilight laid her head on the hard, crystal floor. It was uncomfortable and cold, making it nearly impossible for her to relax and drift into slumber. However, even under these circumstances, she still found herself smiling. Finally, something about the day that gave her pleasure. The letter she sent would come as a key part of taking down Sombra, once and for all.

Just wait a little longer, Twilight. Pretty soon, you’ll have everything sorted out.

Author's Note

This took a while, but here's hoping it was worth it. I'll try to update a lot faster next time.