Slaves to Darkness: A Bridle Path story

Celestia stood there, harnessed and belled, bridled and plugged, reins dangling free in front of the collar of solid metal that Chrysalis had formed into a single piece around her throat. Every single inch of the alicorn screamed the word, “THREAT” to the changeling queen’s mind.

“Kneel, Toy,” Chrysalis commanded, and it was not hard at all to hear the quaver in her voice. “Be quiet.”

“I saw a pale horse,” Celestia quoted, burning eyes fixed on Chrysalis. “And Death was seated upon her.”

Celestia’s mane ignited in a sheet of flame, burning away her bridle in moments, with her harness following in short order. The thin metal of the fallen bells of her tack warped and melted away at her feet while the collar around her throat began to droop and sag.

“That’s… that’s impossible!” Chrysalis gasped. “You are MINE. You are BROKEN to my will. You’re my plaything. My toy.”

“How stupid do you think my sister and I are?” Celestia replied, quenching the flames of her body with a visible effort of will, as the collar around her throat, the collar supposedly bound directly to her life force, fell away from her neck with no visible effect beyond a strange squelching sound of impact with the marble floor.

“Why aren’t you dead?” Chrysalis babbled, her mind desperately trying to process what she was seeing. “That collar was a part of you. I tied it directly into your life and your magic. Why aren’t you dying?”

“Let’s just get rid of these,” Celestia absently commented, ripping the seven bridles Chrysalis had summoned out of her grasp and tossing them off to the far side of the room. “Chrysalis, how old am I? How old is Luna?”

“You’re both over a thousand years old,” Chrysalis replied, eyes wide in shock.

“That’s right. Over a thousand years of existing, of growing stronger, learning about ourselves and our magic. Learning skills and spells that most ponies have forgotten, never mind know how to cast,” Celestia patiently lectured, taking her time to walk a wide arc around the changeling monarch toward her sister.

“But I beat you before,” Chrysalis responded, anger starting to melt away at her shock. “I beat you this past week. You were a completely broken, submissive slave.”

“And I enjoyed every minute of it,” Celestia commented, and the moltenness in her eyes wasn’t all rage and fury at that moment. “Do you know how hard it is to find somepony, anypony who doesn’t see me as some sort of virgin goddess? Let alone somepony who is willing to push me to my absolute sexual limits and then beyond?”

“I… “ the changeling began, her mind still trying to adjust to the paradigm shifts in front of her.

“It’s been centuries,” Celestia noted, carefully applying her magic to the resin gluing some of her ponies in place. “So when Luna and I realized what you had planned for me, we made some plans of our own.”

“Wait, you knew?!” Chrysalis demanded, anger again fueling her mind and helping it get up to speed. “How?”

“We aren’t stupid,” Celestia said, smiling down at Mistress Moon and helping her changed sister up to her hooves. “We knew you were aware of how Sombra’s bridles worked. You even told us that you had recreated them and used them on ponies yourself, and we knew how much you hated me. How much you’ve wanted to dominate me and have me under your hoof. So Luna and I took steps.”

“What sort of steps?” asked the changeling, surreptitiously powering her magic to gather what resources she had to her.

“Steps like locking away most of my power, most of my mind and magic,” Celestia turned, and the smile on her face was feral. “What you broke to your will was just a fraction of what I really am. Even so, I enjoyed myself thoroughly. You were just as rough and unmerciful as I hoped you would be.”

“And now you’re back,” Chrysalis noted, confidence flaring up as her magic confirmed that the day could still be hers. She could still have everything she wanted. “You know, if you both submitted to me, we could have twice the fun.”

“I’m afraid not. Seeing my throne again was the trigger to bring me back to my full powers. Again, thank you,” Celestia said, nodding in satisfaction at seeing her sister and her ponies all back on their hooves.

“Well, I suppose I’ll just be on my way then,” Chrysalis said, turning as if to go, but then whirling back around to unleash everything she had in a titanic blast.

Emerald green lanced out, only to be met by a twinned hemisphere of golden light and ebony darkness. The combined shield held firm against the magical assault for nearly half a minute, while Chrysalis continued to hurl her energies into the beam, but at last, the changeling was spent and stood panting. Nearly drained of every erg of magic she had.

“How?” demanded the changeling, her words coming in gasps between pants. “I beat you before, and I’m even stronger now than I was then. Even two of you shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Last time we fought you used the power of Shining Armor and Cadance’s love against me, and I will admit, you caught me by surprise with how much power you had,” Celestia answered. “But this time—”

“This time you were using energies you had stolen directly from my sister,” Mistress Moon filled in, her small harem at her side. “You tried to use Celestia’s own strength against her. She simply reabsorbed the power you flung at her, except for what was your own strength.”

“Which was considerable, so I’m going to make you an offer, Chrysalis,” Celestia said, smoothly adding her words onto the end of her sister’s. “Surrender, now.”

“You must be joking,” the monarch replied, drawing herself up before her enemies. She was outnumbered, apparently outgunned, but she stood tall and proud before the ponies. Every inch the powerful monarch of a mighty nation.

“A battle between us would wreck half of Canterlot, and bring down what’s left of the palace,” Celestia responded, catching her sister’s wince from the corner of her eye. “Surrender, and you will be treated well. Better than you treated me.”

“I will even ask Consent that she remove yon belt from thy loins,” Mistress Moon added, and Chrysalis’ blush was epic as Moon continued, “If you wish it, that is.”

“Come Chrysalis, time to put that neck of yours into my collar,” Celestia commanded, her magic reforming the collar she had worn into an open arc of gold before her.

“I’ll never kneel to you,” Chrysalis hurled back, visibly drawing what scraps of power she could to herself.

“You say that like you have a choice,” Celestia said, summoning a whip of flame into being behind the changeling monarch.

With a flick of her magic, Sol Invictus cracked the whip just behind Chrysalis’ hindquarters, startling her into a step forward and dissipating the concentration needed to keep her gathered magic intact. A second crack of the whip caused another step, and a secondary lick of living flame touched the sealed chastity belt, setting the plugs within vibrating into life.

“What are you doing to me?” Chrysalis demanded, squirming while trying and failing to push the belt off her hips through main force.

“Training you,” Celestia said, as her sister beamed approval. “Just like you trained me.”

A third whip crack nearly seared a burning line over the changeling’s rump, forcing her into another step toward where a sun goddess waited with infinite patience and an open collar. To Chrysalis’ horror, she could feel the first pulls on her will, the beginnings of wondering if just giving in to the offered pleasure would be so bad, wondering what it would be like to serve instead of being served.

In desperation she looked to the sky as an avenue of escape.

“Don’t even think about it, Chryssy,” Celestia said, burning golden lariats coming into being around her. “You won’t get more than a few feet off the ground, and much as I’d like to give you some pain as payback, I’d rather not just yet.”

“You will never conquer ME!” Chrysalis screamed in challenge, and in desperation she drew power from her changelings to herself. Usually it was she who was sending power to them in the way of love to keep them fed, but this was an emergency and she needed the strength of the hive to distract the Sisters while she played her ace in the hole.

Chrysalis split her magic into three streams, one clear and obvious stream went to the green and gold chastity belt locked around her hips. The other two however, were shrouded and sunk into the ground, carrying with them a complex series of runes and counterspells, along with a single powerful teleport spell meant for a very specific target.

Even as Chrysalis shrieked in pain as the plugs locked inside of her punished her for attempting to remove them, she felt a grim satisfaction as the magics she had sent into the ground penetrated the defences around her targets, latched onto them and teleported them back up to her.

“See?” Mistress Moon was asking, her voice dark and rich. “You cannot remove the belt. You cannot escape. Submit to my sister, and I will see that thou art well trained in both giving and receiving pleas—Wait, what is this we sense?”

“Is that—?” Celestia asked eyes wide as she too felt the presence of what Chrysalis had summoned, and for the first time in a long time, perhaps ever, the ponies of Equestria heard the sound of naked fear in the voice of their Princess.

Behind Chrysalis, flanking her on either side there floated a bridle of beauty and power. To the left floated a piece of midnight blue tack, set with moonstones and silver stitching that read out the words, “Chained Moon”. On the right was its sister in design, only this bridle was white, set with ruby-red sunstones and emblazoned with the words, “Conquered Sun” in golden needlework.

Consent recognized them from her recovered memories as Twilight Sparkle. They were the two ultimate weapons crafted by Sombra during his war with the Sisters. Twin pieces of binding headgear forged with a stolen portion of each of the ruling alicorns souls and meant for one singular purpose. The complete and total domination of Celestia and Luna and their conversion into submissive and biddable broodmares suitable for the lusts of the King of Shadows.

They were the pattern that every other magical breaking bridle had been based on. They were the masterworks of a twisted mind bent on control and domination. They were archetype tools of misery and degradation. They were powerful and nigh irresistible, especially against those they were made to be used on.

“Now I’ll give you one chance,” Chrysalis said with a smirk. “Kneel. Now. And I might not use these on you.”

The power of the two bridles was already filling the room with weaponized submissive lust. It easily seeped through the defences of both Luna and Celestia, where it began to gnaw against their willpower. The minds of Desire, Wanton, Euphoria and Submission were all almost instantly swamped by the malefic erotic force, who after a few bare seconds of pairing off, began to rut each other with hedonistic abandon, their minds filled only with the desire to fuck and be fucked.

Only Consent and Rarity appeared to be relatively unaffected.

“H-how?” Celestia panted, arousal already starting to leak from her core. All of the sun princess’ surging pride, power and even arrogance had been washed away in an instant by the power of the weapon made just for her. It was all she could do not to beg Chrysalis to put the bridle on her, to bind her to the side of Queen Chrysalis forever.

“Silly pony,” Chrysalis responded, gloating. “There is no secret that changelings can’t uncover. We are infiltrators by our very nature. I discovered your little vault and its treasure some time ago, but I had to be close to plunder it. And I knew that I had to get you both at once. Now… BEG!”

“Please Chrysalis,” Mistress Moon replied, giving a low curtsey as musky fluid ran down her thighs to the floor. “Bridle me, make me yours. I beseech thee.”

“Not quite the begging I was expecting, but it works,” the changeling said, with a smirk as she pushed a bit of magic into the weapons at her sides. “Seek.”

At the command, both instruments of darkness leaped forward to satisfy their long delayed destiny. Conquered Sun struck home in a flash, the noseband catching the front on Celestia’s muzzle with the headpiece looping around Celestia’s head and fusing together to form the bridle’s outer perimeter. The throatlatch and browband snugged in tight behind the point of the mare’s jaw and over the top of her head with a touch like a lover’s caress, ensuring mere physical force would never be able to remove the bridle.

In a flash it was done, and the sunstones on the bridle flashed as they unleashed their stored magic directly into the mind of Princess Celestia, which began to break down and reshape under the assault.

While this was happening, Chained Moon almost instantly closed the distance to Mistress Moon, but almost instantly is not quite instant and in that tiny moment of time a shape leapt into the path of the onrushing weapon. The white shape of a unicorn mare, of the two-fold mare that was the combined body of Rarity and Valiente.

“For Luna,” was the only words they had time to say as Valiente placed the point of their muzzle into the circle of the bridle’s noseband, allowing the weapon’s momentum to do the rest. Straps whirled and wrapped, ends found each other and fused into an unbreakable whole as the body of Rarity Belle was once more captured in a bridle of Sombra’s design.

The moonstones along the bridle’s headband released their surge of magic at the mind below, and like the copy of this bridle had done before against Twilight Sparkle, the magic decided that the target was suitable for the glory of being Sombra’s mare and began to unravel that mind.

Valiente!, Rarity called out, in their shared mindscape.

You’ll be okay,” replied Rarity’s sister-of-the-mind. I took the strike for us both.

But… Rarity began, already seeing the spell represented as a massed coil of chains and cuffs, poised to strike over the curvaceous form of the sensual mare.

I was never really real, Valiente observed, accepting the first band of chain around her barrel with something like a sigh of pleasure. The bridle the diamond dogs put on you back in the Badlands made me from you. This one will unmake me, and what’s left should return to you. You’ll be safe and whole, and so will Luna. That’s what matters.

No, I refuse to accept this. Rarity demanded, trying to throw her mental body in the way as more straps and chains emerged from the spell’s mass, which ignored her in order to bind Valiente tighter. I’m Generosity. It should be my life for yours!

Then generously accept my gift, and tell the others that I loved them too. Valiente countered, smiling as a length of rope appeared and began to weave itself into a harness around her body. Oh, and remind Applejack that if her crotch ropes are going to be that long, she needs to use four knots, not three.

NO! demanded Rarity, You hold on. Don’t give in. I’ll be right back.

Riding the mind tides back up to consciousness and control of her body, Rarity opened her eyes to see that barely a moment had passed. Celestia had gone to her knees, as her bridle began to overwhelm her mind while Mistress Moon was shaking her head to clear it from the lingering traces of the miasma that had been spread by the two, now used, bridles.

“Stop this Chrysalis!” Mistress Moon demanded, in a voice that shook the stones on the floor.

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t,” laughed the black and green creature. “In a few minutes, all that will be left of your sister is a needy creature that has no thoughts other than to please me. Surrender to me and I’ll let you stay by her side.”

“Rarity, Valiente, how are you? What is happening?” Moon asked, seeing Rarity’s eyes wide in desperation under the headgear that had been meant for her.

“It’s Valiente, she took the bridle’s magic on herself,” Rarity replied, horror in her voice. “It’s eating her.”

“Twilight… Consent, can you stop this?” the lunar mistress asked of her herd member. “Is there anything you can do?”

“I can’t,” Consent responded, curving toward she who owned her. “But Twilight Sparkle could.”

“But thou ART Twilight Sparkle!” Moon cried, while Chrysalis looked on, content to gloat while the defeated scurried about as they tried to stop the inevitable.

“I was Twilight, until you unmade her,” Consent explained, turning to show off the chastity belt that was the emblem of her change.

“But you said you altered the power I used on you, that Twilight can be restored, that all that she was lies within you,” Moon threw back, grabbing at Consent’s foreleg. “Please, save my sister, and all things will be yours. Even the throne, even myself.”

“By your power Consent was made,” the lavender mare reminded Moon. “Your power would have to be undone to free her, causing me to be nothing more than a memory.”

“You would accept this?” Mistress Moon asked.

“I… We, would,” responded the last Element of Ecstacy.

“Then let it be so,” Moon declared, in a terrible voice of pain and regret, backed by the power of the moon itself. “I foreswear myself. Let me no more be Mistress Moon. Let all my works and power be undone. Let all things be undone and return to their rightful places, and let me swear unending service to Twilight Sparkle, worthy Mistress of Equestria. This I swear by hoof, by wing, and by horn.”

“You wouldn’t,” gasped Chrysalis, in shock. “Nopony would willingly give up that kind of power.”

“And believing that is why you don’t have any friends,” Moon replied, smiling for the last time.

Blackness seemed to fall away from the dark alicorn, pulling away from her like sheets of rain from a stormcloud. The darkness retreated, and like called to like with streams of power pulling away from each of the Elements of Ecstasy as one by one each of Twilight’s friends resumed their normal appearances.

The full return of each of Twilight’s friends was punctuated by the sound of a broken collar striking the floor, and as the body of Mistress Moon once more became that of Luna, the last sound was that of a chastity belt striking the ground.

“Twilight, are you with us?” Luna asked, in a small voice. “Are you with me?”

“I am,” Twilight confirmed, looking up to her foe. “Hello Chrysalis.”

“You might be able to stop me, and you might be able to save them,” Chrysalis answered, recognizing what had happened and her keen mind added up the relative power levels, finding herself on the short end of the scale. “But you can’t do both.”

“S-stop her,” Celestia interjected. “F-forget me. Save Equestria. Then fuck your needy—” Celestia managed to stop herself from begging, but it was clear that her mind was losing the battle.

So Twilight pulled down the wall behind Chrysalis on top of her.

“Twi?” Applejack asked, still reeling from the effects of having been Wanton. “You didn’t squish that bug, did ya?”

“She’s Queen of the Changelings,” Twilight answered, in a hard voice that was very unlike the Princess of Friendship. “It would take more than that to kill her, but it was enough to put her out for the count. Now let me have a look at Celestia.”

“Thank you,” Luna said.

“Right now I have things to deal with,” Twilight answered, in that same hard voice, “but later you and I are going to have a long talk.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Luna acknowledged, bowing her head low

“It’s a good thing you showed me these bridles once before, Princess,” Twilight said, approaching her former teacher. “That and being hit by that copy the diamond dogs had showed me how this magic works.”

“C-can you slut—stop it?” Celestia begged. “At least fuck me, I mean keep me from being hers.”

“I can’t heal you, not right now at least, but I can keep you from slipping deeper,” Twilight stated, her horn beginning to glow and everypony watching saw tendrils of lavender magic start to wrap around Celestia’s head like a crown of stars. “But you are still going to need somepony to hold your leash. Somepony is going to have to be your enslaver, your mistress. At least for now.”

“I trust you, Twilight,” Celestia said, looking up at her dear student and friend. “I trust you with my mind, my heart and my kingdom.”

“Then brace yourself. Twisting magic that wasn’t meant to be twisted and it’s going to need a lot of power,” Twilight cautioned, before taking a breath and tapping the deep strength that was her right as the Element of Magic.

Twilight’s mane became as ethereal as those of Luna and Celestia, and her eyes glowed pure white as her voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. “I AM THY MISTRESS. I AM TWILIGHT, AND YOU BELONG TO ME.”

“I am yours,” Celestia replied, laying a deep kiss on the lips of her owner as Twilight’s magic was allowed past the solar alicorn’s crumbling defences to engage Sombra’s magics in battle for ownership of the pony within. When Twilight pulled back from the kiss of her slave, her eyes had returned to normal but the bridle binding Celestia to her had changed.

Instead of “Conquered Sun”, the headgear now simply read “Celestia” and instead of golden red sunstones, the bridle now bore large amethyst stones at each joining of the bridle's straps.

“Please Mistress,” Celestia begged. “Take me. Screw me into the ground. Rut me. Breed me.”

“Control yourself for now,” Twilight mildly commanded. “Your mistress still has much to do. Go to your bedroom and wait for me there. You aren’t to let any other pony have you. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress!” Celestia cried joyfully, and getting to her hooves rapidly galloped in search of her quarters.

“It’s going to be a long road back for her,” Twilight said to the others, who were nearly all in varying degrees of shock. “But this is as far as she’ll drop.”

“Twilight,” Rarity said, pushing forward. “I’m very happy you were able to help Celestia and not to be a bother or anything, BUT THE OTHER HALF OF MY SOUL IS DYING! Please, do something.”

Once more Twilight’s magic went deep into the mind of a pony, and what she saw nearly made her weep.

“Come to say goodbye, Twilight?” Valiente asked, her body nearly completely wrapped in ropes and chains. “Other than Rarity, you always were my favorite.”

“Thank you for the collar, Valiente. It did its job,” Twilight answered, trying and failing to free the mare from the chains that were starting to retract, pulling the mind mare into the darkness of oblivion.

“I’m glad,” Valiente replied, keeping her promise by trying to hold back the traction of the lines, but it was clear the magic was far more powerful than she was. “A bridle made me, a bridle is killing me. That’s good symmetry, remember that the next time you put Rainbow Dash into one of those shibari harnesses.”

“Heh,” Twilight laughed, cheeks colouring and thinking of all the worlds of possibility that Valiente had opened up to her and her friends.

It has been remarked before that the mind like that of Twilight Sparkle is a very rare thing indeed. She is a universal polyglot of the sciences. An expert on the genius level in multiple fields of knowledge and as such, in a unique position to make connections between those various branches of learning. Such as the connections between various forms of magic…

“Hold on Valiente!” Twilight cried out, blasting some of the chain constructs to buy a little time. “I’ve got an idea!”

Twilight pulled her awareness back up into the world to find her friends and Luna looking at her in curiosity.

“Quick, I need everypony to summon the Elements of Harmony,” Twilight blurted out. “I think I can save Valiente, but it’s going to take everything we’ve got!”