Twilight Sparkle. A royal name, it was. The trumpeteers all over the royal and most imperial palace whispered it and yet so blaring were the words, she dared not to utter it at all. Princess Twilight Sparkle. A lie. Some birthright she never earned, not by a longshot according to her highness. No one in their right mind would appoint it to someone so boringly average in either looks or study yield. And here she was today investigating the outskirts of an invasive ordeal. Changelings in ponyville, one of the Apple family reported. It was word of mouth. It was most decrepit in terms of scientific evidence or contextual meat, but Applejack was the supposed eyewitness she'd been told to look for. The leaves crinkled and fell above her pensive highness. Twilight Sparkle shown her flashlight most curiously at the railways just across her resting spot. The bench made no noise and no imprint upon the most eerie silence. And neither did she. She was used to all the hullabaloo in Ponyville.

Resounding screeches assaulted her silent spot. Along came the train she waited for all afternoon. Along the dry cement flooring, she clicked inside and levitated her humble baggage. The impenetrable fog followed in and dissipated when it hit the light. Twilight sat in one of the numerous windowseats and stared blankly into her reflection. Another, lavender equine stared back at her with one, solid scar driven down her brow to the start of her nostrils. Their left eye covered by a familiar eyepatch, she had a grim expression across her lips. And as the vessel started to holler and whistle, the unicorn felt nothing. All she knew were the many nights she spent screaming her ex's name. Because she was always such a young little ride. The things she felt could never be felt again, the world whispered at night. Everyday she remembered his name and everynight it grew colder and colder till she didn't feel a thing. Soldiers, she scoffed monotonously. Bookworms, she remembered hollowly. So smart until they fell for someone they shouldn't have.

Before she fell to the frost bursting forth, the pony lurched forward against her seatbelt. An immediate stop induced her curiosity. The sudden screech and numbing whiplash made her leave the booth. Twilight watched their shoulder cloak while scraping by the partially jammed, sliding door. Princess Sparkle kept her oblong luggage closer as a misplaced bang scraped her senses. To the left, she noted, unlocking the latch on her leather case. Another bang from the roof. Then one from the direction of her conductor's quarters. All along, she knew something was amiss.

Before she could even react to changelings storming into the vehicle, Twilight Sparkle unlocked her case and drew her lifeline. A single, bamboo cane lay suspended beside her. They poured in like savage fire ants, each one ready to infect her. Ready to feed off of her soon-to-be love and joy of being an egg slave. Her highness ducked reflexively as they rushed into her. Twilight unsheathed her trick blade and sliced them to pieces. Slippery flooring struck their hooves and dropped the unicorn in an instant. They fell upon her within milliseconds.

As though the heavens crashed down and became a hellish inferno. Although their efforts were in vain for the most part, she recalled something sizable reaching into her nethers. A changeling cock, slimy as her sopping cunt with her ex and thinner than her pleasure threshold. Twilight Sparkle spread her legs as she relaxed and felt two squish inside. They took very good care of her and honestly, she didn't mind. Some pinned her wrists and ankles against the sticky flooring. Others took turns with her mouth and made sure to pull Twilight's ragged, dry mane. She moaned lowly into the invasive aggression as her nameless captors fucked hard. A touch she was used to. A touch she craved and hated. It was better to hate being ashamed than feeling nothing at all. She swallowed her pride and let them fuck, getting bombarded all over by an easy wash of warmth and itchiness. Twilight Sparkle felt them use her wing stems as handles, earning a hard plunge into her ass all the way through. The princess grunted and grated her throat, biting her lip as she came hard for changelings that only saw her for sex. They switched places, shifting her ass-up and making her eat two pricks interchangeably. It earned a harsh spasm out her hips and spine, making Twilight's gush all over. They egged hard whenever they wanted and she didn't even fight back. She enjoyed being used. It was all she knew.

The mare grew tired and lazy as the last three of twelve filled her stomach sack. Princess Twilight Sparkle huffed hotly as she was forced to take some eggs straight down her gullet. Her coat was ruffled and messed with stickiness and assault as the last of her enemies tied her ankles. Her highness rolled her eyes and waited for the train to stop. They wanted to make a trip to Ponyville for a hostage situation, she theorized. And that was why, when the transport stopped, she walked out alone and covered in ice.

As she licked a mixture of blood and cum from her hooves, the mare didn't feel a thing. It was night by the time she was free. Not from herself, but the ugly invasion of self and pride. Twilight Sparkle glanced over at a fleeing Applejack and saw Rainbow Dash in hot pursuit. Her only company on that fine, autumn night was a peculiar hermaphroditic human.

Spermy, she observed blankly. The brief, innocent glimmer of curiosity in her eyes juxtaposed green and white staining her all over. Lilith held her hand out for introduction.

"Lilith. Uh, I made Applejack run away."

The mare smirked and gave a small chortle.

"Twilight Sparkle. I love rape." She chuckled, glancing sideways as she shook.

Her acquaintance shared a silence not many ponies knew. Only the dungeons and dragons types presumably. Though little Sparkle was waist-height and maybe under that, she gave a fake smile to calm another freakshow in the circus of life. This one had a sizable dick, probably, the mare thought silently. They shrugged and inquired one thing.

"You made Applejack run away?"

Lilith turned her body elsewhere and her eyes followed, but her head virtually didn't. Both hands were folded in their lap, covering a flaccid genital. Both shared a somewhat amused chuckle of frustration. They met eyes and both had a coldness to them. A reluctance to feel to each, iced and blue or bleeding and beet-stained purple, found home within.

"Yeah, I did. I must've overstimulated her rectum or something. I had her cumming for an hour and that's when she kissed me. I wanted to kiss back but Applejack ran."

The story broke an inkling of Twilight's pleasure threshold.

"An hour...? Hn. I think I know what happened. She hasn't kissed anyone but me since the break-up with her ex. And that was a long time ago. Let's go get Rainbow at least. She'll get tired when Applejack is tired." Her highness stated rather monotonously, even as they trotted and broke into a gallop.

Before she reached a halfway point in the race against time, she fathomed the idea of forgetting something.

Lilith sighed and asked why everyone forgot she couldn't keep speed with most ponies, let alone most athlete ponies. When they came back, the futanari weirdo settled them into tea time. Even Applejack had some, not using her hooves because they were bound together with rope. Instead, the princess herself gifted simple-minded Applejack another reason to stop screaming to let her go. They were all off to a great start.

Author's Note

"They met eyes and both had a coldness to them."

Ah, yes. Love at first sight.